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Virgil did little more than raise a brow to Evangeline when she used violence to threaten another into submission. A clear sign in his mind as to the value not only she had for different opinions, but also the amount of fealty the houses could cram down one person's throat to make them unable to...

Virgil did little more than sit in his place, watching, waiting as the others spoke. His eyes went between the gap in the building and the mounting tension around him. His eyes remained open while the woman worked her magic. Some felt nauseous or even more on edge from the applied magic. For him...

He had listened to Talus a number of times. Had followed him to the guards of Vel Anir rather than side with a, great and noble house. Then again, most had seen his skills as sub par, aside from the fact that he hadn't bowed and licked boot for attention. His position with the guards...

Virgil said nothing as he followed behind them all, trying to keep his concentration of a ward to cover them once they cleared the wall. As if to sense his thoughts, Hal commented about being met by crossbowman on the other side. His brow rose on one side, a small smirk appearing before he...

Virgil brought his attention back to those around him, keeping with them as they moved. Standing clear of the grate, he pointedly watched for Ademar to work his magic. A brow cocked at the grasping of the bars before his full attention was spared to watched the steel shatter like glass. He was...

"Always a good answer." Virgil muttered in response as they made for the fortress. When they all had gathered, a moment of planning came about and the apprentice could do nothing but nod with appreciation at Ademar's answer to moving the grate by hand. He made the mental note to keep a ward...

He returned the barest of nods to their leader before focusing on the bridge. It was a strange feeling as everyone crossed, feeling a push against the ward as was typical of whenever the ward was struck. An idea formed in the back of his mind for another use of his wards. When everyone crossed...

Bridge boy. He pondered her thinking for a brief second before letting it go. They were working together, and allowing her to fall into the water before they got into a fight would hinder the thin wire of what could be called cooperation they all had at the moment. He moved when the dismissal...

Florithe lead the way, only stopping when the group spotted what was likely a sentry at their post. Seemed they would have to take an alternate route. Virgil remained quiet as he listened to their interim leader speak about crossing the river. His lip twitched, finally deciding to at least offer...

The scarred one was eager to begin, and the other in the small group was of a mind to escape the notice of the other leaders. Not a terrible idea given their current plan seemed to clash with what the others wanted. Lingering would garner questions, and it only took one of them slipping to sink...

Virgil did not stare at any one of them as they spoke in turn, rather keeping his eyes moving making a note of each as they spoke. The bluntness of Fen's words struck him again though as his brows drew together in surprise at his speech. The notion of marching to certain death did not sit well...

Virgil had ignored the small gathering at first glance. Teo dreadlords speaking to one another was not uncommon. A third joined them and that did warrant his attention however, idly stepping a but closer before yet another was drawn to the group. And spoke loud enough to make his eyes widen...

Virgil knew his part in all of this. He was the shield-bearer. Meant to keep as many alive as possible while they stormed the keep under fire. Whatever that fire was, he was ready, or at least as ready as one could be walking into a place that you knew nothing about. He kept to the exterior of...

The soft scratch of soled feet on ground made his hand jump toward the blade, his eyes searching the surrounding before settling on the woman that had crept up. His other hand had made a sign, ring finger pinched under thumb while the other three were slightly bent, the beginning of a ward...

He had tracked an elvish renegade for some time from his hiding hole near Fal'Addas clear to the tip of the spear. Bandaged cuts and purple bruises littered him from the numerous attempts by other small groups of renegades that had tried to dissuade him from following Elithar any further. Their...