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Ivo would have been offended if Arnor's assessment wasn't spot on. Everything the recruit had learned about fighting- really fighting -was picked up in his past six months of training whereas this big fellow seemed to have spent his whole life stumbling from brawl to brawl. Still, the wine-thief...

Trapping the mayor's residence... It certainly wasn't a bad idea by any stretch, and it was a whole lot better than his previous thought to make a shrapnel bomb and toss it into the horde once the going got tough. Kali was proving quite cunning, though illusionists and cleverness do tend to go...

Ivo had been halfway through carving a triquetra on the bar when Kalianna made her entrance. He set his knife aside and wiped the sweat from his brow as she grimly complimented his choice of locale. "I picked out a bottle of wine to uncork when the job's done," he said, donning a strained smile...

The forge was a tempting locale for Ivo's planned sanctuary. It was a stout building, assembled from that most stalwart material of stone. The lack of a second level, however, rubbed the artificer in a rather unpleasant way. Should the ghouls block up the building's only entrance, his pillbox...

Ivo slumped imperceptibly as whatever wind was left in his sails suddenly ceased. With little will left to keep him upright, the recruit looked gravely between what other Templars were gathered around. "So it's a reckoning, then," he thought in dire tone, though what this necromancer hoped to...

Ivo awoke feeling rested and prepared, but if he knew what was coming, his assuredness wouldn't have been quite so certain. The day had worn long, and his arm ached just slightly as he flexed it free on the walk towards Saul's temporary sanctum. The burnt out shell of a building served as a...

Ivo followed along within the train of Templars, keeping quiet on the trek back to town. A muttered trio of syllables beckoned the ropes tighter around their captured ghoul, but it did little to quell the creature's ceaseless struggling. Thankfully, restricting its movements was far easier than...

Ivo made a quiet clicking sound and waved one of his fellow Templar forward. The two men crept slowly through the underbrush, reaching the ghoul in short order. Ivo gripped the foul creatures by his snare, wrapping his digits around the knot at the back of the ghoul's head with knuckle...

At Saul's word, Ivo knelt and let snare fall to the ground in a loose a loop. He straightened it out haphazardly before whispering another command, each consonant hissing with sharp emphasis. "Audacity" At once, the rope tensed with life and began slithering towards Kali's masterful illusion...

Ivo blew a breath quietly out of his nose as he thought. He was more than thankful for Kalliana's talents; They made what was to come next remarkably easier. Praise would need to wait, though, for there was still much business to attend to. "I just need one within a good distance of me, and the...

Ivo watched from the underbrush as village burned, snuffing out all memory of the countless lives that had begun and ended in its idyllic expanse. Unlike many of his Templar brethren, the recruit hadn't yet seen such complete and utter destruction, and he knew his fellow recruits must be sharing...

With the snare tied and its runes properly treated, the recruit laid the intricately tied and painted rope across the ground. Ivo rose to his feet, holding a hand over where the temporary artifact sat. With his grip ready, he spoke the object's command word quickly and clearly- "Courtesy." The...

Pit A young Templar stood amidst the crowd of gathered adventurers, half examining his fellow challengers while much of his attention remained fixed on Grangomelle. Rumors had spread of the mad wizard's previous challenge and the promising rewards that lingered within, and the Ivo found himself...

Ivo slowly sheathed his sword once more as the scout explained the situation, growing steadily more comfortable in the fact that no corpses had chased him back to the grave yard. Though, 'comfortable' may not be the right word; While the fight hadn't been brought to the main group yet, the...

Just as Ivo prepared to report his findings, a rider broke the treeline. His armor was stained with the dark, ichorous blood of the long-since dead, yet his robes dripped with something far more crimson. The recruit slipped his lens away, grabbing his sword from where he had set it aside moments...