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Duncan let out a sigh as he Henk and Perrine responded to him, each in turn, and each in their own view of what it was they were seeing. Both missing his point. He could not blame them for that of course. They had come up in the old ways, or at least most of it. Henk was from the same class as...

"The only way to learn from history, is to understand it, Henk." Duncan answered the question as though he would have any student in his classroom. There was no rebuke, there was no jest or joke, just simple fact. He clearly believed every word that he was saying. The passion within his tone...

"You always did have such a curious mind, Perrine." Duncan said, practically beaming at the words as he lead the small party down the magnificent hallway and after the two long-lost Dreadlords. As they made their way, the hallowed and haunted halls of glass presented themselves now completely...

"Wudrick, this will kill everyone here. You can't, the magic is simply too-" "Rethink your tone, Aldwin. Remember who you are speaking to." As soon as the Archon spoke, the man who had come storming inside the room seemed to pale. Some of the indignation in his face fell away, and he became far...

A wide grin spread across Duncan's lips as he grabbed the last of the candles from Adra. A giddiness carrying through them as he quickly began to place them, forming the odd ritual circle on the ground. ”Careful is my middle name, Adra, you know that.” The Rogue told her with a grin. He...

"Well, a proven theory!" According to the paper anyway. There was always a chance that the good Professor had been lying, but Duncan did not think it likely. The research had nearly seen him fired from his position, and from what he understood the academic community still thought him either a...

Duncan Eidrich was a third level Dreadlord. That wouldn't mean much to many of their title. The rank was one which was given to most upon graduating the Academy. It would be easy to say that at least eighty five percent of all Dreadlords wore the Epithet of 'Third' for some time. When he had...

Duncan grinned. "Put simply my dear; carrot or stick." The choice was quite easy on Wil's part. Either he could act his age and try to have a conversation, or they could tie down the spirit inside of him and wrestle the ring from his finger. Either way they'd get what they wanted. "Let's just...

"Ha! Nothing so macabre." Duncan said with a shake of his head as he began to place the candles around the room. Positioning each one as an intricate part of an unseen pattern. "Don't get me wrong, I read a book on necromancy once." Meaning he remembered every page and spell within, just as...

True to Adra’s word, Duncan did open the rest of the doors as they made their way through the hallowed halls. Albeit, using magic and not his hands. Within just a few moments of stepping into the building, it became readily apparent that whatever had happened in Vel Orath had been concentrated...

Duncan smiled at Chasmine. It was a soft, sweet smile, though one tinged with perhaps unwelcome pity. "That is because for much of your life, you had your voice taken away." The Dreadlord said softly, his smile faltering as the sorrow showed through. It was clear that his words were no...

Duncan, despite himself, burst out laughing. He wasn't sure if it had been Adra's comment, or the comical slowness of the door falling, but he couldn't help the mirth that burst out from his lips. Head shaking as he struggled to take a breath for a moment, a hand coming to his face, as if to...

”I think it is best to try.” In truth, he was fairly certain that the boy would be as combative as possible. His attitude had already been shown to be poor, and their circumstances were not exactly the…best, but one had to work with what they had. And right now they had an opportunity. After a...

Duncan smiled softly. "Your first encounter did not sound pleasant for either of you." He contended, the smile disappearing after a moment. His head shaking as he realized that his thoughts had gotten away from him. Remembering how frustrating it had been to always be on the other end of that...

”Excellent.” Duncan said cheerily, seeing a path forward that might have far more to gain than any others. He knew precious little about the ring or the spirit with which Chasmine had tangled, but there was something he knew rather well; how other people thought. That included Wil, in fact, he...