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365. A Nest of Snakes

Glunday saw the continuation of Martel practising his fire ray spell. The boredom nearly drove him to turn his spell on Moira instead, but he restrained himself; at least he was spared detention or...

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364. The Illusion of Choice

The offer made by the Silver Serpent left a disquietude in Martel. On the surface of it, the proposition seemed ludicrous. He had no knowledge of these people nor the Western Isles. He could not pl...

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363. Silver-forked Tongue

Two lessons of training his fire ray proved exactly as dull as it had been last fiveday, but Martel endured. He could not tell whether the power and intensity of the spell actually increased; if it...

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362. Snake Scratches

Solday saw the return of a past activity. With his work done in the apothecary and the workshops, Martel made his way to the library in the afternoon. Under his arm, he carried a small stack of par...

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361. Sweet Knowledge

Brewing potions late in the evening in Julia's room meant that Martel got to bed late, but fortunately, next day was Manday. Rather than exhausting lessons in the Circle of Fire or the gymnasium, M...

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360. Fingers in the Ground

Training his fire ray spell felt weird to Martel. It simply consisted of him blasting a flame against the stone wall, but he had to avoid pouring his spellpower into it, or he would drain himself d...

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359. Familiar Weight

When Reynard entered the gymnasium on Malday morning, Martel immediately noticed a small difference. Usually, their teacher arrived carrying staves for each of the acolytes to practice with. This t...

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358. Tentative Thoughts on Tutoring

Changing role from teacher last night to student this morning, Martel entered the Circle of Fire. Just the reminder of Moira in this place made him swear never to treat Sparrow or anyone else under...

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357. Teaching the Bird

His morning chores at the workshop and apothecary done, Martel found a message waiting for him in the entrance hall. At this point, receiving these brief missives never boded well, regardless of th...

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356. Blissful

Happy to leave all entanglements with the Nine Lords behind, Martel went to his classes on Manday in good cheer. Learning runes, complex elemental magic, and alchemy was more than he ever imagined ...

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355. A Trail of Webs

During the lessons in the Circle of Fire, the acolytes continued to train their ability to sense heat and use it to land spells. Martel felt fairly confident that he had honed this skill to its lim...

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354. Secrets of the Trade

Martel did his combat lessons as usual, trying not to think about Ruby, which meant that he ended up doing exactly that. He disliked that despite her actions, her duplicitous nature, he still thoug...

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353. The Archean Connection

While the masquerade had not exactly been a night of leisure and pleasure, nor had Martel's fears of fighting or fleeing come true. He felt pessimistic about the odds of actually solving this crime...

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352. Practically Minded

Martel stared at Ruby. The unexpected encounter left him flatfooted, and no doubt guilt was written all over his face; he could only hope his mask hid it, just how Ruby's concealed her expression f...

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351. Birds of a Feather

Looking at The River Pearl, Martel thought about his last visit to the tavern. He and Regnar, two wizards, standing on one side with Lady Pearl and her armed brigands on the other, a small boy's li...

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350. Spells and Offers to Counter

In the Hall of Elements, Martel stood with his eyes closed, reminiscent of the Circle of Fire. However, the exercise served the opposite purpose; he had to focus hard to avoid using his ability to ...

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349. Blind Windfall

The next day, Martel was still unsure whether to agree to the Keeper's plan. Masked or not, it seemed foolhardy for him to enter The River Pearl, given how he had fallen out with Lady Pearl over th...

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348. The Usual Suspect

Labouring to make ink in the workshops gave Martel the chance to question Master Jerome as the latter stopped by the small laboratory to check on his progress. As the artificer was about to leave, ...

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347. Knowledge is Bliss

Manday offered an opportunity to learn more about the nature of relics from the Lyceum's human granary of knowledge; though Martel figured it best to wait until the lesson in Tyrian runes had ended...

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346. Tricky Courage

While his hands did the monotonous work of preparing ingredients in the apothecary, Martel's mind considered his trip to the temple yesterday. It had been fascinating for several reasons, though fe...

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345. Need a Hand

As soon as he had finished supper, Martel left for the Temple of Saint Laurentius. His reasoning was the same as before; arriving early could not hurt. And it might take a while to locate the shrin...

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344. Keeping Up Appearances

Fighting with the blindfold on was sufficient challenge on its own, and Martel did his best to focus on the training rather than be distracted by his thoughts regarding the meeting with the Friar. ...

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343. Brotherly Business

Martel spent Solday morning wondering whether he was making a mistake. Given his previous involvement with the Sisters of the Sun, walking into their compound might be considered the height of naiv...

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342. Curb Your Reaction

About a fiveday passed without incident. With nothing happening of particular note, Martel stayed mostly at the Lyceum, attending to his schoolwork. He paid a visit to Julia, providing her with a f...

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341. The Burdens of Gifts

On Glunday, they continued practising their fights with blindfolds. This time, Moira harshly reproached any who found the exercise amusing and threatened further detentions to anyone who did not ta...

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340. Incendiary Knowledge

Thoughts about his mother's letter still flittered in and out of Martel's head the next day, especially since his first lesson in combat magic required little work by his mind. He realised that he ...

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339. Blind Fighting

As Moira entered the Circle of Fire on Pelday morning, Martel reflected on how much he preferred being the teacher rather than the student at times. Especially for this class and its rather spitefu...

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338. Enchanted Talk

After breakfast, Martel drifted towards the workshops for his regular shift helping Master Jerome. The artificer greeted him jovially as usual. "Your usual spot awaits you," he told Martel with a g...

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337. North, South, in Between

Besides his typical relief to have the hardest part of the fiveday done, Martel enjoyed this Manday more than usual. No concerns about Julia, no descents into the sewers waiting, no fears for his f...

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336. Theatrics in the Tavern

The two bells before he could leave felt like some of the longest that Martel had yet to suffer through. He was restless both hours working in the apothecary, and he could only put the least amount...

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