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455. Light Friendship

Although the journey to the Undercroft weighed on Martel's mind, he had accepted that it could not be avoided. He would have to trust that his magic, along with his vigilance, would be enough. Ruby...

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454. Under the Hood

The next day brought another surprise, shaped as a scrap of parchment.

Master Martel,

I request a meeting.

Tonight if so convenient.

Same tavern as our

previous get-to...

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453. Services Required

While absentmindedly fending off Edward's feeble attacks with his staff, Martel thought about the journey to the Undercroft. It disturbed him for several reasons. His previous experience in that da...

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452. Red-blooded

It lasted four days before Martel received a reason to leave the Lyceum. As he had guessed, it came in the shape of Ruby's handwriting, still with the red blot below as a signature.

Can we me...

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451. One Man's Gift

After a decent night's sleep, though not as long as he could have wanted, Martel followed Regnar's advice. He stayed at the Lyceum, attending classes and improving his skills. In particular, he fel...

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450. Hornets

As always, it felt jarring to go from brawls and devastating spells in the night to attending classes in the morning; though at this point, Martel had switched between these masks so often, he coul...

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449. Dead Ends

"Who are they?" Ruby almost growled the question, aiming her blade at the man they had cornered.

"I'm sorry! They told me to go this way!" He practically bawled the reply; clearly, he had ser...

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448. Hunter and Hunted

For his first lesson in the Circle of Fire, Martel was once again paired up against William. Their duel progressed as they often did, exchanging blows and fire spells, until William felt confident ...

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447. A Resurgent Need

When third bell rang, Martel went to the Circle of Fire. It was strange to enter this place voluntarily, given that he usually felt ill at ease within these walls; normally, he could not wait until...

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446. Permanence

Entering the workshops, Martel was greeted by a welcome sight. Last Manday, he had enchanted a lightstone as usual, infusing a glowing spark into the otherwise dull sphere that Master Jerome had gi...

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445. Hot Air

With his shoulder returned to normal, more or less, Martel no longer held back during training in the Circle of Fire. He used his staff to its full potential, whether as an amplifier for his magic ...

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444. Masks

A fiveday after his stitches had gone in, Martel returned to the infirmary to have them removed. While a bit early, the wound had been small, if deep, and it had healed well enough. With some salve...

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443. Family Additions

A fiveday after his injury, Martel's shoulder remained sore and stiff, but by some miracle, he had not torn any of his stitches, and the wound was healing nicely. He still had to exhibit caution du...

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442. Shifting Alliances

For the next three days, the city and its inhabitants left Martel in peace, until Solday arrived. He had been on his final outing with Mistress Rana beyond the walls to the marshlands, gathering he...

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441. An Ache

Despite his weariness, Martel slept uneasily, and pain woke him early. Glancing to his left, he examined his wound. The blood salve had done its work to prevent further bleeding, and at least it wa...

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440. Help from Above

Of course it was a trap. But Martel could curse about that later; right now, he needed a way out. He made sure to drape his scarf to cover the lower half of his face and tied a tight knot.

"T...

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439. Cold Pockets

Solday passed quietly with Martel accompanying Mistress Rana on another trip gathering herbs. But the next day, he received a message with an address in the Khivan quarter, telling him to show up a...

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438. Spare a Thought

The meeting in the small tavern did little to ease Martel's state of mind about the task ahead; on the contrary, the idea that three different factions would cooperate made him doubt the whole vent...

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437. Meeting of the Hands

Lessons in the Circle of Fire proceeded as could be expected. They had begun duelling each other regularly with the magical staves involved, now that the other acolytes had mastered channelling thr...

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436. The Word of a Wizard

Pelday passed without incident; yet the next day at noon, Martel was given a message with a handwriting he recognised.

Master Martel,

We have to meet.

Grey Brothers' shrine.

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435. Red Whispers

Solday meant another excursion to the marshlands northeast of Morcaster. Initially, Martel had felt ambivalent about these trips. He understood the importance of learning how to find and gather her...

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434. It's Got Pockets

Manday morning, Martel went to the workshops to practise his enchantment. Besides the usual tools and equipment, the small laboratory had the stones that Martel used to train enchanting heat or lig...

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433. Watchful Eyes

Malday morning, Moira appeared in the gymnasium alongside her students. This was a new development; previously, she had only been present during afternoons when the fire acolytes practised together...

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432. The Fire Eater

For the lesson in the Circle of Fire, Martel noticed that Moira arrived with only three staves. It seemed his training with the weapon of a stormmage had come to an end. Once she had distributed th...

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431. Light Eater

Martel's life settled into the usual routine over the next fivedays. Lessons in fire magic and combat continued at what felt like a snail's pace. At least trying to wield the staff of a stormmage g...

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430. Below Luna's Light

The next couple of days passed without noteworthy events until Glunday arrived along with Martel's trip with Mistress Rana, replacing their usual Solday foray. As they would be out late to make the...

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429. Birds of a Feather

Martel woke Solday morning to the strange and almost unsettling feeling of having nothing to do. No work in the apothecary, nor the workshops; not even a study session with Eleanor in the library. ...

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428. Warmth and Light

With the hope that Sparrow's safety had been ensured, a weight fell from Martel's shoulders. He was able to sleep properly that night, even if his meeting with the Friar remained a pin prick in his...

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427. Harvestmen

The following day, Martel checked for a message straight after breakfast, and also after first bell had ended. Henry gave him odd looks, but the clerk did not dare say anything other than inform Ma...

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426. Help from the Hedge

It was barely midnight when Martel left the Lyceum, accompanied by Weasel. He hurried south to the market district; with speed and a little luck, he would reach his destination before people had go...

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