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Mortivore pulled out a metal sphere from his belt as he walked. He whispered to it like one might weave a child to sleep, but rather than filling it with lullabies, he imbued it with memory. An artefact accessible to other mages steeped in manipulating the psyche. Soon, he found Miller by the...

Mortivore dipped his chin once in curt acknowledgement. "It is settled, then. I will endeavour to bewilder their movements, leading them into these traps." He drew a long inhalation through his nose and closed his eyes, as he steeled himself for the night. "We should prepare." With clenched...

Mortivore's face moved with some inscrutable emotion, obscured by his beard and the shadows of his hood. His jaw worked much in the same manner as a salamander slowly prepared its maw for a beetle. The small pupils of his eyes flitted imperceptibly, taking in not just her words, but every...

The young Kristen's words stirred something within him. Something deeply buried and long forgotten. Her idealism might be called naive, but it seemed that war had not yet spoiled her sense of honour. Much as that idealism might be an obstacle to him at this moment, it reverberated through some...

His hand quit tugging the beard. Silence remained hanging over him like a phantasm. It engulfed the three Dreadlords, with nothing but the wind flapping their robes and cloaks, whispers of cloth and steel seeming to chant quietly in the absence of words. Finally, after what seemed an aeon, but...

Mortivore greeted Zephyrine with a silent and measured nod. His hands folded behind his back, listening to her report. Another wrinkle added to the tally in his brow. The Cortosi were nothing if not creative in their malice. Even he had to acknowledge that. Though his face remained stoic, his...

Upon Zephyrine's arrival and the bold declaration of Kristen, the old mage closed his eyes. His mouth moved with words, less than a whisper. One might assume this to be the disgruntled mutterings of a cranky veteran, rolling his eyes skyward behind closed lids. In truth, it was an incantation...

Mortivore dipped his head slightly in respectful acknowledgment. "Likewise," he said quietly, then glanced at the milling Guardsmen yonder. "Our arcane talents may well be the last hope these soldiers have." His tightly clenched hands were the only indicator of his seething frustration and...

Death, once again, stared him in the eye. It leered at him from the distant and darkening banners of the Cortosi. It mocked him with the fevered faces of the Anirian Guard, clattering up the slope in their armour like unwilling mules. And it smiled an ugly smile in Hilltop, with the broken...

If not for the aether coin in his palm, Mortivore would barely have been able to parse his colleague from the rowdy rapscallions and roughnecks in the Thirsty Gull. He had seen him already in the unsightly shape of an orc pirate, and his size assisted in the matter of following him, but this...

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