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The mage's attention was immediately caught by the mysteriously moving curtains on the second floor. Leor had also noticed them and he read the same anxiety in his eyes that he now felt. What struck him most, however, was the whisper he heard. From those rustling drapery a thin, muffled voice...

Decanian was astonished by the devastating power of Leor's device. Under the protection of the magical barrier he had conjured, the machine had managed to eliminate no less than four wraiths with little effort. The revenants were ferocious and deadly enemies and apparently the inhabitants of the...

As soon as they had both crossed the threshold Decanian closed the door slamming it with great force. There was a lock but no key. It would have been too good. He looked around for a solution. The room bore the signs of the clash that had occurred shortly before. The pungent mustard smell of the...

Decanian had smiled gratefully at Leor's comment. "You explain your life's story as if you're writing it in a biography" was a great compliment for a man of letters. Until now he had only written a few essays on the history of the College but observations like that of his companion were an...

The bandit struck had barely rolled to the ground, anticipated by his own guts, that the mage was already loading another shot. The tip of the staff had lit up with its usual golden light when Emelia's touch brought Decanian back to reality. It made no sense to fight in the open against such a...

Emelia's gesture had been excellent: quick, clean and effective. She had waited for him to dilate the wound enough to act in the best way: grasp the arrow firmly with the help of a piece of cloth and pull vigorously. As he had deduced, the dart was a simple hunting arrow without barbs. He...

Decanian thoughtfully observed the whirlwind of emotions that lay behind the silent grayness of Emelia's expression. He wondered what was now in her heart and what were the thoughts and memories that tormented her. He could say he was satisfied: the healing spell seemed to have worked...

Seeing that the girl was exhausted, the mage had thought of treating her in that position, relaxed and leaning against the wall. But Emelia evidently wanted to get up and Decanian did not contradict her. He held out his hands for her to hold on to but, despite staggering, the girl managed to...

Emelia was silent. Slumped against the wall, covered in blood and seriously injured, she had the empty expression of someone who has suffered a traumatic event. If it was very difficult to get information from her yet before - and not just because of her muteness - now, Decanian reflected, it...

In the fog of blood that had settled before his eyes he saw some indistinct figures rapidly approaching him. He had a vague awareness that he was at the foot of the stairs, with an arrow stump protruding from his chest and a mangled corpse covering his legs. The pain was a dull throbbing in his...

Decanian pulled his hood over his head trying to protect himself from an increasingly cold and sharp wind. The air penetrated his bones. The clouds crowded together, fast and overbearing, threatening a storm and casting a gray light on the two travellers. The mage was surprised by the...

The scene that Decanian saw as he reached the bottom of the stairs struck him in two ways. With a sigh of relief he saw Emelia alive and apparently well, although bleeding; the vision, however, lasted for no more than a few moments as the woman disappeared almost immediately behind the door at...

He wasn't an alchemist. He loved studying the history of the world and magic, reading books and practicing spells but when it came to reagents, powders and salts his mind became cloudy. Beyond healer's potions, for health, vigor and mystical energy, he didn't know pretty anything. With great...

The sight of the sentries blocking the passage caused Decanian a moment of dismay. Not so much because of the presence of two guards in the corridor - he had expected this - but because of their calm, confident and terribly dangerous appearance. Yet his attention was completely captured by the...

Decanian cursed inwardly. He had been discovered. He had no idea how they did it but they had found out. Had they heard him? Had they put up a magical barrier that intercepted him? Whatever the case, they now knew he was there and Emelia was at even greater risk because of him. If they killed...