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Teodron found a mask that would fit his smaller head, put it on without hesitation, and tightened the straps without a second thought. The magic hummed against his skin, unfamiliar, but similar enough to the enchantments he’d often practiced and felt himself at the college. As the cool air...

As they waited patiently for the men-at-arms to fetch whoever they’d gone to fetch (presumably the lord here) Teodorn looked around at the estate. Elbion was a rich trading city, and the College of Magic was a marvel of magical engineering, but even so this was an impressive home. For the...

This fight was proving that Teodron could be far more brutal than he had ever realized he could be. Indeed, the fact that he'd been forced into this had been completely forgotten as soon as the first blow had been struck. There was still some lingering pain in his head, but the fury coursing in...

The blow from the orc beneath Teodron connected, since he wasn't exactly paying attention to his defenses. It made his ears ring, mostly because she managed to hit him in the same spot twice. However, this time her fist lacked the power from before, and he was so lost in rage that he barely...

Teodron gave Voraak a tentative smile. ”I hope not!” Because if the other man continued to be so blase about dark magic, well, this friendship would probably fall apart. If it even was a friendship. It didn’t seem anything like the relationship Voraak had with Rose, which did seem quite close...

The women—or at least Lazuel—seemed to acknowledge the offer, and understand the limitations. There’d be more of those to come, Teodron knew, but for now he was choosing not to restrict his thinking too much. Indeed, some of the strongest mages found themselves incredibly limited by their lack...

Teodron was not a fighter by any stretch of the imagination. Although he’d killed before—unwillingly, and he’d done it to protect himself and others—that had come from desperation, not from any innate affinity for combat. Indeed, he’d been acting more on instinct than on anything conscious. So...

Fate sucker punched Teodron in the gut. The female orc, the one he didn’t understand and didn’t care to, stepped into the ring at the exact same moment he did. After all the effort it took to convince her to leave him alone last time, he didn’t think she’d let him off so easily in their second...

Teodron listened to both Lazule and Rebecca, not that either woman provided all that much information. Still, between the tall blonde’s comment about there being too many people (which Rebecca confirmed), and the reptilian woman’s comment about her ears and nose hurting, the half-dwarf had at...

Well that all resolved itself with shocking civility and efficiency: the apothecary seemed to have the injured driver well in hand, the guards accepted that Lazule was responsible for the damage done, and even Rebecca seemed to have, if not calmed down, at least accepted that Lazule was in...

Teodron didn’t know exactly what he’d been expecting when he descended the stairs, but a fighting pit was pretty close to the bottom of the pit. As soon as the circle with the fighters came into view, he gaped like an idiot. And someone could’ve knocked him over with a feather when he recognized...

The half-dwarf shook his head. “No offense taken. Just be careful, yeah?” It would be just Teodron’s luck to make friends with someone who then subsequently and immediately got expelled for being a little too interested in dark magic. While this was obviously a secondary concern, Teodron...

So far so good: once Teodron had cast the spell, no one had given him a second look. Of course, no one had given him a second look to begin with, so that was hardly a useful piece of information. Still, it was encouraging that, either deliberately or not, he was beneath notice. That had been the...

Teodron didn’t go out much. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because he was often too busy—and because he had few friends—to actually have the time or inclination to do so. He didn’t mind much, although occasionally he longed for even a few nights of fun where he didn’t have to worry about...

Perhaps it was being an older sibling, or perhaps it was the discrimination he still occassionally experienced for being a half-dwarf, but Teodron could never imagine himself joking the way Voraak was right now. Maybe that meant the half-dwarf was too serious—though he thought that was far...