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Seretha ibnat Rezhe Argós Vaezhasar’s laughter rang out—a deep, resonant boom that sent a brace of pigeons flapping from a nearby cornice. Whether the sorcerer laughed from genuine delight or merely at the novelty of his company, none could say; the sound echoed about the plaza all the same...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Jack Thacker Dawn crept over Greyshore like a half-hearted apology—thin light filtering through brume, gilding the tide-flats and setting the river’s sluggish eddies aglow with tarnished brass. A stone’s throw beyond the last rotting jetty, in a pocket of scrub and alder...

Vaezhasar gave a thoughtful hum, then dismissed Pomrick’s proposition with a curt shake of his helm. “Unacceptable. I require your master’s name—first and full—so I know precisely whom I’m to outmaneuver.” He shifted to Jack with a slight nod. “Sensible. We keep him as bait. If his mentor...

Argós Seretha ibnat Rezhe Vaezhasar halted a prudent seven paces shy of the pair, the butt of his staff kissing the cobbles with a metallic tac that made the witch-fire coiled about its haft shiver like startled fox-flame. From behind the green-crystal visor his regard settled first upon the...

Argós Seretha ibnat Rezhe The square outside Alliria’s western gate bustled in the muttering, sun-bleached way of any great port city, yet even its rabble paused to stare at the sorcerer in horn-crowned war-plate who loomed beside the guard post. Vaezhasar Drakspae, for his part, seemed built of...

Vaezhasar’s shoulders stiffened a hairbreadth as the rag-clad fellow succumbed to his curiously theatrical display. When the melodramatics eased down and nothing in the immediate vicinity ignited, he allowed a breath of relief to hiss through the slits of his visor. His gaze dropped to the...

Vaezhasar watched the white sheet wriggle and wheedle with the indulgent patience of a naturalist observing a curious but unlovely grub. With careful leisure he angled the horn of his staff beneath the hem, gave a deft upward flick, and hoisted the drapery like a theater curtain. “Observe...

Kikwi Vaezhasar let the query dangle like an unbaited hook. A heartbeat…two—then a guttural chuckle rattled through the conjoined plates of his helm, warped into something that sounded equal parts mirth and rolling avalanche. “You may find it droll, but I have yet to suffer the indignity of a...

“I can fly, at least,” Vaezhasar remarked with the weary air of one resigned to the unreliability of ground-bound logistics. He leaned more heavily upon his staff as he spoke, idly rotating one of the carved horns set into its crown—an old habit, akin to a chess player adjusting pieces long...

The morning—or what passed for it beneath Greyshore’s sodden sky—was a dreary affair of ceaseless drizzle and ankle-deep muck. Vaezhasar came ambling down the street at an unhurried pace, as though time itself had failed to rouse his particular interest. His horned staff—an item of such baroque...

Vaezhasar rolled his steel-cased shoulders with the air of a man brushing gnats from a cuirass. “Your sex is incidental, my dear,” he informed Nerren in a tone halfway between courtesy and lecture. “It is simply that you are the fledgling of our little clutch, and fledglings—be they cock or...

A cobalt shape skimmed the windy spine of the Cairou like a barbed manta twice-removed from any ocean. Needle-spurs studded its velvet wings; twin tusks jutted from its prow like the business end of some grotesque caliper. Yet the creature’s most arresting cargo was the figure who chose to...

The last thunderclap of Maester Caliora’s address still reverberated about the rafters when the western doors sighed inward, admitting a newcomer who looked as if he had stepped out of some perilous grimoire rather than the streets of Elbion. Spell-steel plates—lapis-blue and laced with sinuous...

Jack Thacker Nerren Harclaw Vaezhasar let Jack’s words whistle past him like a draught through a ruined cloister; he merely rolled his mailed shoulders in a gesture half indifferent, half amused. But at the creak of the tavern door and the newcomer’s tread, the sorcerer rose at last. Plate and...