Recent content by Augustine Verglas

Augustine finished his own meal, listening to Henk and occasionally interjecting his own thoughts. “Things are different now, the academy has to be more careful. Being a Dreadlord doesn’t guarantee immunity from everything like it used to. I was born privileged, my father’s connections permitted...

Augustine listened to the exchange with the slightest hint of pride coloring his usual emotionless demeanor. While he was no proctor like Everleigh or Salak, he was pleased with Ivan’s performance. The battlefield required quick thinking, and they had precious little time to spare as it was...

Augustine raised an eyebrow as he watched Erodin’s familiars struggle with the creature. It was certainly no easy task to hold such a beast in place and he wondered how he would even accomplish such a feat. He distinctly heard Henk shout to lure the beast closer. Nearby, Everleigh began to...

Augustine turned as the soldier stepped forward, sword raised. He allowed the ice spikes to dissipate, his breath coming in a cloud of mist with every exhale, despite the warm weather around them. Ivan quickly dealt with him, of course. The soldier had no grid for what he was really dealing...

He had read as much as he had time to on the bayou before they had departed. There were all sorts of practitioners of every form of magic one could want. Unregulated, untested, and most importantly unlawful. The world had to have law and order, as humans could not be trusted without it. Greed...

Augustine looked about as his colleagues were striking the great fae beast over and over. Henk was shooting arrows of pure light at the creature, which roared its fury. The old man seemed to be making wraiths that were engaging the creature in various ways. An interesting power, and one that was...

Decades of training reinforced his response as he reacted to the crusader’s sword swinging for the neck of the initiate. What made Augustine such a formidable foe and what had earned him promotion even in the face of powers such as magnetism and gravity control, was versatility. As the blade...

Fanatical loyalty without logic was never something anyone would use to refer to Augustine. He was logical, oftentimes to a fault. As he regarded Henk, he knew that both likely didn’t want to be here and that brought with it some common ground they could relate on. He had never personally met...

Noting that Everleigh had helped herself up, Augustine shrugged and went back to observing the battle, assessing the situation. Erodin was locked into battle with the beast, projecting some sort of giant spectral turtle looking creature. Other rogue Dreadlords were beginning to stand and engage...

Augustine sighed and rolled his eyes as both Mieri and Ivan leaped out of the window, falling towards the action below. It would have been preferable to take a bit more time and assess that map room, perhaps finding information that could aid them such as the layout of the city. He supposed that...

“You’ll be heading to Bayou Garramarisma accompanying an initiate named Henk on his graduation exam”, the Archon had said, his body in a defense posture on the bare, sandy floor. They were both standing in a training room, where they had been sparring. The man had come to seek him out and...

Augustine periodically gazed out of the nearby window as Ivan spoke, monitoring the deteriorating situation outside. It was easy to note that the fighting was growing closer, as many individuals had likely heard the peals of the great bell that had recalled them to the belfry. There were two...

Sovarre Island of Cortell Vossel, that was his name, one of the older Dreadlords that likely shouldn't have been promoted beyond initiate. Augustine was convinced Dreadlords had been getting soft since the Republic took over, the rigid and tried training methods of their ancestors replaced with...

As Erodin began to stalk towards Everleigh, Augustine held up his free hand into a clawed gripping motion. Water immediately crystalized into an icy spike, as long as a sword and with a tip as sharp as a spear. He raised his arm upward and back, aiming the spear of ice towards Erodin and...

A steady ringing sound brought Augustine back to consciousness as he felt the surge of magical energy receding. The armor felt like a lead weight holding him down and choking dust filled his lungs. Coughing once, coughing twice, and slowly opening his eyes, the blinding light of the sun filled...