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Ronan once again had that far-away look in his eyes but was forced to come back to the conversation at the General's outburst. Leave it to the guard to ruin anything interesting happening around Vel Anir. It was ironic that the revolution had happened mainly because the royals and some nobles...

Ronan grumbled to voice his displeasure, except when he grumbled the entire room vibrated with unease. He had hoped Elise would be more on his side to counteract those voicing support for Evangeline, but her idea had been even worse. The one worry Ronan actually had for the Academy was that it...

Hmm, Evangeline, he had read reports on her. One of Pirian's prodigies, if his memory served him correctly...There were worse choices, but at the same time, there were better. Ronan tapped his fingers to some unknown beat against the table. He had a faraway look in his eyes before zoning back...

"My sympathy to all of your relatives caught up in the ordeal." A deep, smooth, resonating voice came from the doorway as a large individual stepped in. The air seemed to vibrate slightly as the man walked in, creating a sense of apprehension. His eyes were looking down at the Headmaster, a cold...

Cyra was preparing to summon more sand traps to slow down the giant, once more, when she heard Gerra's words. She grimaced in irritation but stopped herself from joining deeper into the fight. It was not her place to interrupt this duel if Gerra requested she abstains. Still, just leaving him...

Cyra sat silently near the wall of the tent with her advisor, during this war council. She had briefly looked to the map that Gerra stood above, but the best she could tell was which pieces were the good guys and which ones were bad. Her education growing up had not involved standing army...

"Not always, but I do when the need arises." Cyra released a light giggle at the mention of affections. "No, no one has managed to do so, yet." The idea was too ridiculous to imagine. To wed her, such a person would have to not only pay an incredible dowry, but she was sure that her father would...

Cyra is looking forward to jumping in and I have a Dreadlord ready to prove himself.

"Unfortunately true though. I was just passing through Ragash...I spend my time trading wherever I go." Cyra took a seat at the table and took one of the cups of water with a polite thank you. The cantina was...quaint, but that was what one should expect when living a normal life, she supposed...

This oasis was...peculiar to Cyra, particularly, because she has never been to such an abandoned oasis. The few spots she had been in her travels when she was allowed out with the tribe were often to large trade hub oases. Her head was constantly moving as they entered the oasis to get a look...

The world seemed to freeze for a moment as Cyra watched the large chariot flip foreword. The carnage in front of her was sudden and explosive. The power of the half-giant enemy made her guards hesitate, but not Cyra. Maybe it was bravery or just stupidity from inexperience. Her steed took off at...

"I would like that, Keket. I also know Wasim would enjoy the company." Cyra giggled as she patted her camel on the neck, who in response let out a grumble. Cyra could tell when she was being analyzed. It was something that she had grown accustomed to over the years. She was also adept at...

Cyra looked over the woman as her camel road next to her. The woman herself was beautiful with a confident demeanor even though she was in the desert alone. She was not from Rhoquom because if she was then she would have recognized Cyra. Cyra almost instinctively used her real name in the...