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395. Self-preservation

Martel still felt odd the next morning, waking up to an ordinary day of routines. He had experienced this before, of course; evenings spent in danger, replaced by mornings of schoolwork. Somehow, i...

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394. Danse Macabre

The inquisitors disregarded Martel's suggestion to retreat. Without hesitation, they began attacking the skeletons rising all around them, sometimes striking before they could even get out of the a...

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393. On the Trail

Outside the Lyceum, six inquisitors had gathered. They stood at the centre of the square; any other citizen passing by skirted along the edge, as if the presence of the mage hunters physically repe...

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392. Hooked

Manday saw Martel returning to his efforts in enchantment. He did not feel like he had made much progress, but Master Jerome had told him to practise on Soldays as well; he would ask Master Alastai...

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391. Becoming Armed

Martel kept his decision regarding the inquisitors to himself. Watching his friends spar during their Malday lesson, he remembered his fear at seeing the jinni attack them with impunity. Empowermen...

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390. The Right Hound

Pelday saw their last lessons practising with golden weapons in the Circle of Fire; as their class came to an end, Moira announced as much. "That's enough fooling around from you lot. If this won't...

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389. Enchanted Hours

Martel stared at the black liquid inside the jar, barely visible, and entirely hidden once he placed the lid back on. Yet he could feel it, coiled like a viper about to attack. It longed for fire, ...

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388. The Consumption of Desires

Manday saw the resumption of Martel's efforts in learning how to enchant fire pots. He made little progress, if any, but it did not trouble him; learning Sindhian alchemy and Tyrian runes had been ...

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387. Quandaries at the Quay

It took half a day for the news to reach the Lyceum, disseminating around the dinner tables at noon. Thus, in between his lessons in the Circle of Fire, Martel had time to ponder the matter. As he ...

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386. Between Golden and Silvery Light

As with his visits to the Circle of Fire, Martel likewise looked forward to the end of his hours spent in the gymnasium. Not that Reynard harassed him the way Moira did, at least not anymore, but M...

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385. Golden Memories

In the Circle of Fire, the acolytes continued practising fighting with and against gold-edged blades. By now, the other students seemed to have gotten the grasp of it as well; Martel figured they w...

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384. Handing It Over

Solday morning, Martel made his way to the workshops for his recurring chore. At this point, as he and the other students arrived, they did not wait for Master Jerome to appear and assign them work...

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383. An Enchanting Day

Martel slept soundly after the events at House Thierry, chasing the islander thief and the relic through the streets, and he woke feeling rested. It felt good to be done with the hunt for the artef...

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382. Wheeling and Dealing

With empowered speed, Martel ran after the fleeing islander. He swore at his grey robe, longer than he was accustomed to, forcing him to pull it up in order to run. Plenty of drivers in the yard la...

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381. Treasure Hunt

Unlike hearing a sound, Martel could not tell the point of origin when feeling the relic. It was a sensation that slowly built up inside of him, but he had to guess the direction; he only knew he h...

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380. Grey Brothers

Moira's lessons on Manday saw a repeat of practising with or against golden weapons. It was not terribly different compared to fighting an opponent armed with an ordinary dagger. It really only req...

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379. Burnout

Malday saw the continued training of the fire acolytes in mail armour, and it seemed some of them took it more seriously after yesterday's lecture on golden bullets. Martel, already accustomed to t...

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378. Slow Fire

By the time Martel had to appear in the Circle of Fire again for lessons, his wounds seemed almost healed, and he could shed his bandages. While still sore, his injuries had closed, and only silver...

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377. Wisdom without Knowledge

As Martel did his chores Solday morning, his mind busied itself with thoughts on today's examination. Master Fenrick had brushed off any questions, claiming it to be a quick and simple process, and...

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376. On the Nature of Authority

His evening out with Maximilian and Eleanor did much to uplift Martel’s spirit, as intended. He had faced dangers before and come out stronger for it, and the company of his closest friends did m...

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375. Three Spells

His second day in the infirmary, Martel woke early. Not a surprise, considering how much he had slept the previous days. It was still dark outside, so he summoned a flame to hover above his head an...

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374. A Day in the Infirmary

Martel's thirst and especially his appetite had returned in full force when he woke the next morning. The sun had yet to rise, and it was too early for breakfast to be served, but the nurse on duty...

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373. Red Hunt

The world was a blur. Shapeless colours were replaced by darkness until jolts of pain brought Martel back briefly, his mind soon after retreating into black again. On and on this pattern continued....

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372. A Red Day at Market

At this point, Martel had grown to hate his fire ray spell to such a degree, he would never use it outside of the Circle of Fire. Moira had simply ruined it for him. He had scorched the wall with e...

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371. Bridging a Gap

Solday morning passed as usual, work keeping Martel occupied; before he knew it, the afternoon had arrived along with his regular get-together in the library with Eleanor. Both of them had their dr...

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370. New Methods

Standing in his classroom, Master Fenrick held up a piece of parchment with a strange semicircle and other lines drawn upon it. "This is the last rune I will teach you. Simply because we are out of...

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369. Veiled Warnings

As he wiped the sweat from his brow during his second combat lesson, Martel tried to determine which kind of training he disliked the most. Doing weapon sparring without magic against mageknights w...

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368. The Slow Machinations of Earth

If Moira had been anything like Master Alastair, or even just Master Fenrick or mistress Rana, Martel would probably have loved learning fire magic at the Lyceum. If he overlooked the reason why he...

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367. Study Sessions

Feeling the pace set by Master Fenrick when it came to learning Tyrian runes, Martel only became more and more glad to have Eleanor's company for studying every Solday. Having grown up with tutors,...

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366. Matter over Mind

The longer Martel thought about it, the better he felt about his decision to stay in Morcaster. As intriguing as it would be to set sail for foreign lands, ultimately, it was an aux too far to trus...

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