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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...

Argós Seretha ibnat Rezhe Vaezhasar carved another prudent slice from the resting pig, chewed with the sober air of a man verifying a hypothesis, and swallowed. Grease shone on the rim of his gauntlet; he dabbed it away with the same care he might have applied to a smudged diagram. “I’ll...

Seretha’s remark drew a hearty laugh. The irony felt thick enough to carve. He tried to keep a straight face; the corners of his mouth twitched anyway. “I fear I’m exactly the sort of power-abusing fellow you dread putting that blade near,” he said, tone mild and unhelpful. "You might say I am...

Vaezhasar stifled a laugh. The helm caught the sound and stretched it into a damp echo. He pressed one hand to his breastplate and drew a long breath through the narrow slits. "Ah. You are serious," he said. "For a moment I took you for a wag." The baleful eye on his staff gave a mild...

Petrus Ritus Iskandar Vaezhasar snapped his fingers; from a brief fizz of octarine sparks there materialized a neat scrap of parchment. Pinched between forefinger and thumb, it looked less conjured than simply borrowed from some nearby bureau of records. He cleared his throat in the deliberate...

Petrus Ritus Iskandar Vaezhasar saw the chair and took it. He lowered his weight a notch at a time. The wood groaned, held, and earned his respect. The suit eased him down; the inner lining gripped and let go, neat as valves. He set the horned staff by the leg. It stood straight on its own. He...

Petrus Ritus Iskandar Vaezhasar went down the long hall. The marble lay bright and slick; some dutiful hand had rubbed it fit to blind a monk. Crystal hung above and winked. The walls held tidy landscapes—blue hills, tame rivers, a sunrise that kept its place and behaved. He approved; order...