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Telemachus slowly turned back towards Galen, a hint of malice in his otherwise featureless eyes. Weak and undisciplined, like the rest of his race. A pact with the gods-from-stars would turn Galen into little more than a scuttling reaper, now with a debt that could only be paid in blood. His...

Advisor to a king. Laughable. But Telemachus had not laughed - or even sensibly chuckled - for the better part of two centuries. "Goodbye, Galen," said Telemachus, in that lifeless voice of his, "Do not contact me again." Without any further formalities, the conjurer turned to see himself...

An eyebrow raised. "And what would you accomplish?"

There was something different about the boy. Perhaps he had grown in both stature and bearing. Much in the same way a larva matures into a healthy, though no more respectable, cockroach. Nothing stirred in his features as Galen sputtered out his desires. "I prefer to stand." He remained as...

The elf drifted like a specter from the stairwell, scholarly robes pockmarked with wear from travel. A line of scarred flesh crossed his face - a memento from an ill-fated siege which did little to smother a residual aura of self-superiority. Some time after that siege, he crawled back to...

You disappoint me beyond words, neophyte.

UNDERGROUND THE GATE OF IRITHUL Tremors shake the cavern, and the sound of stone grinding against stone fills the air. The earth quakes, but not with such violence as to threaten the gates or cause concern for collapse. Those with a magical disposition may sense that this is no natural tremor...

LOR HOLDRAM COURTYARD The ritual commenced. It was a silent affair, and devoid of spectacle, like any other ceremony conducted by Sidereal Elves. Bards fond of telling stories of great feats of magic would prattle on about explosions, thunderclaps, streaks of light and waves of energy, loud...

LOR HOLDRAM COURTYARD Antiphonus shifted nervously in the periphery of Telemachus' vision. After Laodice's "disappearance" during the initial siege of Lor Holdram, he had been selected to assume her duties. Which was to say, acting as a middling lieutenant. In this case he had been instructed...

"In certain circumstances." If Telemachus had inferred that anything other than material goods were up for grabs, it did not register. Frankly, he disliked taking anything other than currency. Telemachus had made such mistakes earlier in his career, and received no shortage of worthless junk -...

His name and the source of it were, quite frankly, also irrelevant to Telemachus. He supposed this would make it somewhat easier to track Surks down in the event he broke whatever deal they made here today. Then again... The precise nature of those scars seemed somewhat unusual. Familiar. Well...

The thief suddenly proclaimed that Telemachus needed something from him. "How astute." There was little need for subtlety in this matter now, was there? The elementals had already been sprung. And there would hardly be any attention paid to the words of a witless thief if Surks elected to blab...

Telemachus delivered a slow nod in response to Celeste's bow and watched her leave - perhaps more closely than necessary. He resumed motion as soon as the door had shut behind her, returning to the previous task of reviewing the thesis of some tiresome student. --- A day passed by without...

Telemachus can certainly find a use for one such as Tharraleos. Shoot me a DM on here or Discord and we’ll see what we can hash outs

Astyanax made a face that might have approximated a grimace, but it didn't reach his eyes. He stared blankly at Gerra , then raised his mask over his mouth, as if to hide his dumbfounded expression. "Of course, your grace. Most prudent... Your grace..." It was difficult to tell whether it was...