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Normally, the chances of the guards buying that would have been crushingly small. Crushingly small. They would have been terribly inconvenienced by these men who would've clung to their duty beyond clear reason and logic. But this was where the scion of House Lorel shined. In matters like these...

Why was Veten nervous? It was his fault that he was in this position, anyway. Hubris was a dangerous toy for a little peach like him to play with. Such a thing was best left to those who could handle themselves. So Veten was making a fool himself up there--perhaps he was just shy of soiling...

Was this a new record? A shame that Ignatius hadn't been keeping track of these things. They always broke so quickly, especially the ones full of bluster. Ignatius had long since lost all respect for humans who weren't Dreadlords, and it was instances like this that sealed it. Pah, could worms...

He really came in here. By himself. Ignatius could scarcely believe it, and yet, here he was. Not some envoy, not a decoy, but Councilor Veten himself. How poorly had Proctor Ellis negotiated with the rulers of Vel Innis for him to have this level of confidence? Well. As it always happened, the...

Ignatius had indeed fetched the guard who would fetch Councilor Veten. A necessary step. A tiny piece of the puzzle, which, when put altogether, formed the whole picture of the plan. And this was to be their magnum opus. Five Initiates, sans their guiding Proctor, quelling an entire rebellious...

S-she'd make a wonderful torturer... Jax had his say (but why try and convince their handy murderer that he could amount to more than that? He was good at what he did, and it was useful.) Then Ignatius had his. "Oh, disregard our friend Jax, Charon. Your 'murder fix' is what makes you, you...

Time to leave the beach, and to leave Proctor Ellis's dissolved remnants interred there. A shame, that great feats accomplished by necessity in secret had to remain that way. How much Ignatius would have loved to lord the slaying of Ellis over the other initiates of their class. Particularly...

Coming together nicely, the plan. For how impromptu it had been. But when the report got back to the Academy about how Proctor Ellis bungled his part, ended up dying for it, and they the initiates saved the mission, aughha, all of them were due high marks. Only natural. And high marks on a...

Yes. Ellis's troublesome corpse. Even in death he was a fly in one's soup. So how to deal with the annoyance? Liliana tasked Charon with disposing of it, but he, in wonderfully predictably manner, was far more interested now in the man who still had a heartbeat. Well. It was an established fact...

The Tether about Ignatius's neck dissipated, and Ignatius shook his head and his arms and his hands and strained as his senses reordered themselves and his magical potency within settled back into a calm rest. Charon did what Charon did best: destroy, with extreme enjoyment. It was satisfying...

Ignatius had seen it happen before, and in great detail. Slow at first, the poison, but exponential from there. What started as unnoticeable slowly gave way to a minor tightening of one's chest--and that's because the poison attacked the lungs, their ability to draw in air to revitalize one's...

Liliana was a virtuoso of her craft. Ignatius knew his own formidable talents lay elsewhere, that he'd no time to suffer bringing together and maintaining a party such as their own. Managing the very best that the Academy had to offer--namely, those present, every other initiate spoiling the...

Ignatius slowly stood, his great mass extending out as he lazily stretched his arms and cracked his neck. Oh those delightful little pops. How did some of those other fool initiates put it? Really hits the spot. Sometimes even dalcops could strike upon a useful and insightful phrase by accident...

"Then we'll let him fail." Ignatius was crouched down beside their captive, and his fingers were dancing along his vial belt, looking for the pouch in the back. Proctor Ellis. Well, not every Proctor was going to be, hmmmmm, of sufficient caliber. Dear Liliana was wondering why in the sugary...