Recent content by Evangeline

Some time later... As it would turn out, the answer to Evangeline's question had been "yes." The formal request was sent off, and soon enough it found its way into the hands of Lord Pirian. What came next was a simple waiting game. With the torch passed to the highest authority involved...

The proctor's brow furrowed deeply. "Only that these two, and possibly more that we don't yet know about, are as much victims as they are aggressors. That the actions they performed went against their natures. This is all greatly concerning to me, Kristen; I'm going to have to dig quite a bit...

Evangeline shook her head. "I'm not sure. It could be the case, or it could be that someone is targeting individuals within the Anirian army. It could also all be coincidental, but..." she chewed at her own thumbnail. She'd already racked her brain thoroughly trying to work out exactly what was...

It was as confusing to Kristen as it was to Evangeline. Some of the documents presented had large black lines over portions of the text. The proctor tapped one in particular. "Lieutenant Cambridge is still under investigation. I'm not at liberty to explain everything...in fact, I'm not even...

Caution was good. Kristen had been raised right. Naivety would serve her no good here, nor out in the world as a Dreadlord. Evangeline smiled and led her on. The walk down the corridor was carried on in silence until at last the two had returned to the proctor's office. Evangeline set about...

Evangeline sighed. To be excpected. "I believe so as well," she intoned more softly, understanding the weight of what she'd asked. "I have been doing some research into the incident at Zettal. Of those whose whereabouts we know of or whom have not perished since their time at the Academy, I...

Kristen's assessment gave Evangeline pause. A sharp clack rung out as her heel struck a sudden stop, and she turned to examine Kristen, preening her expression in the same calculative way her uncle often did. Apparently satisfied with whatever she'd come up with from doing so, Evangeline turned...

"Splendid. And thank you for the reminder, I've been meaning to check in on your progress in swordplay. It's been some time since I've seen you in martial spellcraft class," Evangeline said with all her usual professionalism, tinged with a hint of satisfaction over her pupil. Would that they...

*Sigh.* Magomo. Evangeline had heard the man's tirade as she approached. She'd never been particularly fond of the man's rhetoric, but he did put up results and his methods were not entirely dissimilar from her own. Evangeline nodded her bewildered greeting to him as they passed each other, but...

THE DREADLORD ACADEMY Evangeline sat at her desk, rifling through papers as she frequently did after classes were done for the day. She could scarcely believe that she'd been teaching for two years now. How times had changed within Vel Anir, within the Academy. Had someone asked her where she...

More shuffling through files. She removed another. "Diemut." "'Quinctus Diemut. Presumed deceased. Thrown from a cliff by his brother, Caeso Diemut, during dueling exercise..." Evangeline's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. She flipped through the file, again to an earlier page. "Magical...

Evangeline lifted a hand to her mouth in thought and began to chew on her knuckle. Zinnia had done quite a lot of digging, it seemed. That last bit of conjecture set off some alarms in Eva's mind, though. Magical black out? "Sensory deprivation..." The proctor stood and opened a nearby file...

"Zinnia...how would you know that?" The determination behind the girl's voice betrayed that this was more than pure conjecture for her. She'd been getting her hands into something she likely shouldn't. That bred cause for concern. Zinnia fidgeted under her gaze. Guilt, perhaps? "I've...

Evangeline placed a cup of hot tea and a small container of honey, as well as an assortment of spoons down next to her initiate, the ever anxious St. Kolbe child. Lord Tobias had been kind enough to gift her a tea set for the recent anniversary of her tenure as a proctor, and she'd been happy to...

Evangeline looked over the letter. Read it once, twice, three times. The ghost of a smile crept across her lips. "Impressive," she smirked. "He's learned more of proper spelling and grammar in there than his entire time at the Academy." Perhaps she'd have to pay him a visit soon.