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Ispir Sione Vaezhasar's helmeted head turned with deliberate precision, his eyes, mere glints of azure behind the helm's narrow, singular slit, fixing upon Ispir. One of the four arms that sprouted from his armor extended to accept the proffered cup with fingers that moved with practiced ease...

Feä Mindalië Thadd Pomrick Bloomsfield Vaezhasar sputtered in a manner that bore unmistakable kinship with those preliminary convulsions which herald the onset of unseemly mirth, that particular species of academic impropriety which has, since time immemorial, proven the undoing of more...

Feä Mindalië Pomrick Bloomsfield Thadd Vaezhasar surveyed the classroom and, finding the number of students present sufficiently populous to justify the expenditure of his considerable pedagogical energies, arranged his features into an expression that might, in charitable light, be mistaken...

Seretha ibnat Rezhe Once aboard the vessel, Vaezhasar arranged himself with the methodical precision of one accustomed to travel aboard watercraft of dubious seaworthiness. The golem's departure occasioned naught but a philosophical shrug from the armored figure. He wasn't about to fret over...

The stone archway that served as the portal gate had stood dormant for the better part of the day, its surface rippling occasionally with faint prismatic disturbances that suggested the thinning of dimensional boundaries on this particular night of festival and masquerade. Now, however, it...

Pomrick Bloomsfield The Spear Thistle Fairy The felid commenced its methodical extraction of the vermin that had attached themselves to its oily, cobalt-bluish pelt with what might charitably be termed workmanlike efficiency. The first rodent it bisected with a single compression of its jaws...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Thadd Vaezhasar didn't rise from his seat, not at first, at least. The chair, that geological argument against comfort, held him with the stolid authority of a treaty clause nobody quite remembered signing but everyone feared to break. His gaze, practiced in the...

The Spear Thistle Fairy Pomrick Bloomsfield The pantry became a lantern of white pain when the little Sidhe loosed her flare; even through the fluttering curtain of feathers, it had the hard, pitiless luminance of a dissecting room. The cat, being no fool and being possessed of a commendable...

Pomrick Bloomsfield The Spear Thistle Fairy The pantry door creaked wider and admitted a draught, and a creature that looked as though a heraldic painter had been told to design a cat without reference to earthly cats. Long and pantherine, it came with the offhand assurance of an animal that...

Argós Seretha ibnat Rezhe Vaezhasar came into view at a deliberate, engineer’s pace—armor intact, horned staff borne like a sensible battle standard. He advanced without hurry but with the steady arithmetic of a man who means to arrive, the distance diminishing as if persuaded by logic rather...

(OOC: The thread is open to all College students and staff). Vaezhasar had arrived early, as became a man who liked to stack the odds by the simple expedient of being the first piece on the board. He sat, not quite enthroned, but certainly accommodated, in a chair he would have described, in a...

Seretha ibnat Rezhe Argós Vaezhasar allowed the tavern door to make its little speech of hinges twice over before he moved. When the street had digested Seretha and Argós to a respectable distance, he reached across the table, took his helmet by one of its courteous spiral horns—as one might...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Nilamani Lysander Docatto Valestri He looked between them, the helm’s gaze like a plumb line. “Bring your wits, your questions, and notebooks you aren’t sentimental about. Leave your illusions at the door; I shall provide better ones inside.” The staff clicked again...

Nilamani Pomrick Bloomsfield Lysander Docatto Valestri Being near Vaezhasar was like standing under a telegraph mast in a thunder-squall. The air had that hair-raising, coin-on-the-tongue quality; a faint insectile buzzing settled into the ears the way a bad idea settles into a committee...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Nilamani The sound of his arrival was modest, but not modest enough to be mistaken: his armored soles clicked against the marble with the tidiness of an abacus, one, two, three, announcing him to those who preferred their revelations to come with a rhythm. Vaezhasar came on...