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Erodin looked over at Amelie wordlessly as Livia spoke of the comforts she had been allowed. His expression remaining blank, but a wordless scream echoing from his mind. Although, shockingly, he approved of some of the changes the Republic had done to the Academy, the majority of shifts in...

As much derision as Erodin felt for this new Republic and those Initiate's who spent more time under it's tutelage, he was never one to dismiss potential when he saw it. The little rats he had spread throughout the Vigilite and Vel Anir were proof of that, even the normal folk could be useful...

They would have to burn the town in the morning. Amelie would have to compel some of the villagers to start the blaze. The girl wasn't yet ready for such harsh measures. The truth of what it took to become a Dreadlord would come later for her, but they needed to be sure not to leave a trail...

"P-plea-please me-me Lord...p-please. I-I-he's he's my son, I c-ca-can't..." What had once been the inside of a pleasant, if not a tad bare, peasant farmstead now looked like the back of a butchers shop. Blood splattered the walls, scraps of meat lay scattered upon the floor, and the scent of...

Erodin glanced towards the building Livia pointed at, listening to every word she spoke. "Oh. They never have a chance to run." He said, flashing the girl a brief smile but never elaborating upon the words as he turned back towards his beloved. "We'll go to a town with a proper tailor next."...

A small smile touched Erodin's lips at Amelie's whisper within his mind, though as she began to play the game his attentions turned to the village around them. As Livia pointed out the weariness of the villagers, the Dreadlord listed half a dozen reasons in his mind as to why; though ultimately...

Irick - Outer Aniria Amelie Livia Quinnick "Really? This shit hole?" Erodin said as the sky-ray slowly circled over the small town of Tren. "It looks like it barely houses a hundred people, much less someone who can lead us to what we seek." He couldn't help the small flicker of frustration...

White hot rage flickered through Erodin for just a brief moment at Salak's words, but his face remained an implacable mask. Not a hint of his displeasure showing as he simply cocked an eyebrow and looked at the poisoner. "Sorry, do I know you?" He asked, dismissive arrogance dripping from his...

"No one will help you." The First level said to Liv, his eyes settling on the girl. "No one but yourself. Don't ever count on the aid of others." There was an authority to his voice, as if the words could not be more true. "Gilram will come, but we have time yet." He let the words linger in...

No, my love. Erodin's thoughts echoed within Amelie's mind as his hand reached out and reclaimed hers. Fingers slowly intertwining as his head turned in ignorance of those who approached. His focus drawing down upon the only person in the clearing who truly mattered. We will play their game. He...

Erodin listened to the proposal as the girl read, smiling to himself as things fell in place exactly as Amelie had planned they would. Their little venture into Vel Anir proper truly had been fruitful. "What do you think my love?" He asked, his head rolling over towards Amelie so that he could...

The representative seemed to hesitate, frowning for a moment and then finally offered the parchment to Liv. "Fine, read it, but do not go beyond these stipulations....Ask for a sign of goodfaith still." It was clear that the man wanted nothing more than to stand up in front of the two...

”I have no doubt he would.” Especially after what he and Amelie had done to his beloved. Gilram was unstable at the best of times, but now he would be practically teetering. Enough of a push would see him fall. That was part of why they had come to the negotiation table in the first place. Any...

Erodin very nearly crooked his finger as Salak stepped forward. An effort that might have brought the end of a hundred men, but Amelie's words stopped him. The other Dreadlords affront could be allowed to slide, after all, they were here to negotiate. It was all part of the game, and...

Erodin's face was a mask, giving nothing away as Liv spoke of her magic. "How practical." The First Level commented, not even feigning surprise and letting amusement flickering through his throat as Liv tried to justify the strength of her abilities. His fingers ever so gently tracing over the...