Recent content by Cenric

He should have cut off the leg. Pain was wracking through him at an unprecedented rate. Lancing through him at every breath he took. The corruption had not spread, but instead taken complete root. Even if they cut the bitches throat it would take days to dissipate. She had wanted him to hurt...

The two of them moved through the city streets until eventually the peaks of the Palace tower began to appear between the other buildings. Cenric could not read Marcia's mind, but he himself had none of the compunction about his role in the world. Though he could take the magics of others, his...

Cenric offered her a grateful smile as she handed him the bottle of wine, a knife produced from somewhere on his person stabbing into the cork seconds later. Distracted momentarily from Livia's reaction as he fumbled to open the bottle. As she made her exclamation, the Dreadlord looked up...

Cenric nodded his head as the girl spoke, thinking for a few moments about how they could use the ability in their infiltration. There was little doubt in his mind that given ten years Marcia would become one of the Vigilite's premiere assassins. At least if she decided to go that way. Magic...

It was tempting to make noise. To bring some fear to the halls and homes of Kortes, but he knew it wouldn't work out well. "The house." Cenric decided. Sneaking into the Bishop's palace wouldn't be all that difficult, especially for the two of them, but it was getting away that would be the...

"Yes." Cenric answered, though it was obvious he was still distracted. He didn't like how the depths of the Red Guard's mind had been blocked to him. That had never happened before. Not even with those Witches in the Vaudelay. Their magics had done odd things to his tricks, but not something...

Cenric shook his head. "Difficult in this place." Kortes was almost as secure as Vel Anir. At least it felt like it. The Radiant Church had a powerful foothold here, and their Red Guard wandered about the place almost constantly. It was rare not to see a priest or a group of soldiers marching...

A shrug rolled over his shoulder. "There's no shame in hiding." Cenric pointed out. Nodding his head at her general plan. Going out in the dark was likely to get her killed, and they needed rest anyway. Their journey so far hadn't exactly been easy. "Proctors are fools, the battlefield doesn't...

"I do not think she'd kill me, not while I'm in Ein's body anyway." He frowned at the memories that briefly flickered through his head, lips thinning as those days at the Academy crossed his sight. "And you..." He mused. "Someone who can find anything you want is greater than any map." "But, I...

He shook his head almost immediately. "There are too many Red Guard at the Palace." Though typically, each of Cortos' Free-Cities maintained it's own army with it's own flavor, the same could not be said for Kortes. This place had long been under the charge of the Radiant Church, and with that...

Before Marcia had to intervene, the same man that had Cenric had killed suddenly stood behind her. "I'm going to join back up with them." The words came spoken in double, for to the right of Marcia now stood Ein. The two men speaking in perfect tandem. "This man's memories have been guarded by...

He watched the girl jump, his lips pressing to a thin line as the shutter of fear flickered through her form. Not able to blame her, Cenric tiled his head in a nod. He was almost positive that the other piece was in the museum, and once they had that opening this box would be a cinch. Then it...

A loud snap rang out as Cenric broke the girls neck in one swift motion. Her body crumpled onto the ground with a muted thud, paid no more mind than a piece of trash that had been tossed. "Fae will make deals with anyone." As long as they got the better of it, though he would assume she was...

Cenric stayed quiet, the stolen corpse he wore hovering over Selero's daughter as Kitra kept on pressing. The Cortosi man stood on the edge, a precipices that he himself could not quite define. The words he spoke were choked, broken, as though his tongue could barely offer them at all. "T-There...

Cenric shrugged. "We know where this is, we know where it's other piece is." He had no idea how Livia's magic functioned beyond what he had read in her dossier, but it made sense to him that there wouldn't be any more pull. "This is probably it, or it's inside of this thing." Cenric nudged the...