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215. Clean-up Job

Martel's first lesson on Glunday went much like those on Pelday, with little to no progress. "I'm sorry, Master Alastair." Mostly because between spending time with the Night Knives or in the Chamb...

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214. Getting Baited

Besides the Pelday evenings, Martel was making the most of his Malday afternoons. In the alley behind the insula where the Night Knives resided, he sparred with them as well. He did so using his st...

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213. Fire and Ice

Another fiveday passed where little happened beyond Martel's usual routines. He stayed mindful of the debts he owed to no less than four people, but with the silver letter sent to his mother, at le...

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212. Silver Letters

At breakfast, Martel was among the first as usual, allowing him to choose an empty table. As he was nearly done, he was joined by not only one, but two mageknights. Maximilian was no surprise, but ...

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211. Expanding Circles

Pelday morning, Martel counted his wealth. Thanks to his work with the Night Knives, he now stood at twenty-five pieces of silver and four pennies. Close to the wanted sum of thirty, yet still a wh...

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210. The River Pearl

Ten warriors, wielding an assortment of arms but without emblems on their clothing, stood in a semicircle to prevent the three Night Knives from escaping. Martel noticed that they all wore an earri...

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209. A Trio of Knives

As agreed, Martel returned to the Night Knives the next day. As he entered the apartment, he found Marcus putting on chain armour and the rest of his equipment. Flora already seemed prepared. She g...

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208. Selling Services

As Master Fenrick spoke about an etching of an obsidian idol from the Western Isles and what that might suggest about the local understanding of magic, Martel thought about the catacombs. Obviously...

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207. Present Help

"Have you given any thought to what Quintus told you?" Master Alastair asked as his lesson with Martel was coming to an end.

Not really, given how Martel had spent his time since, not to ment...

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206. Double the Mage

While his last lesson with Father Andrew had hardly been riveting, practising his penmanship for a full bell, Martel saw the benefits of being able to write well. And he could think of worse ways t...

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205. Where All Roads Lead

"Martel, do you have any plans this afternoon?" Master Alastair looked at him as they took a break during the first lesson of the day.

"Just your second class, master," Martel replied while w...

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204. Silver Friends

Solday saw Martel returned to the workshops, though he had to work the first bell for free. Taking advantage of Master Jerome's good will and sympathies, he convinced the artificer to let him work ...

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203. Quandaries as Posed by an Urchin

Knowing that Maximilian could be prickly in the mornings, Martel waited until lunch the next day. Once the mageknight was busy with his second portion, looking satisfied, the novice broached the su...

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202. Familial Duty

Although dismissive of Flora's offer, Martel ended up giving it more consideration than he initially thought. Obviously, if he wanted to be a weathermage and return to Engby, he could only do so in...

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201. Scouting for Talent

Martel left the Chamber of Earth with some fresh bruises and additional respect from the others present. Someone had brought skin salve, which helped with the former, and Martel went to sleep feeli...

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200. Who Talked About Sparring Guild

Martel's prediction came true. As he slept, his dreams moved through dark tunnels, full of familiar people and strange creatures, where he walked endlessly without ever finding the way out. It felt...

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199. The Shape of Things

Martel hardly felt rested as he woke the next day, even if little sleep was better than none. His leg still hurt, but if he walked slowly, he could disguise his limp. None of the gashes were deep, ...

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198. Limping In

For a being without muscles, the undead skeleton moved fast. Running down the tunnel, whenever Martel looked over his shoulder, he found the creature keeping pace. While maintaining his magelight, ...

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197. Close Encounter of the Cold Kind

Martel had a new strategy for exploring the sewers. Remembering that both hostile wizards and scared homeless people might live down here, he did not light a flame to follow him around permanently....

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196. One Does not Talk about Sparring Guild

Martel traced his steps back through the sewers until he reached the grate door. He picked up the padlock and placed it onto the door but without clicking it together, leaving it unlocked. With luc...

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195. Slippery Paths

Martel did not require map or markings for the first leg of the journey. With only one direction to travel in, he continued down the familiar path that led to the pipework of the Lyceum, flowing in...

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194. Picking and Entering

The next day, in between classes, Martel prepared for his nightly excursion. He felt almost a little excited at the prospect of going exploring, even if his destination was the least appealing plac...

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193. Service for Hire

"Father Andrew, could we delve deeper into the history of Morcaster?" Martel said as soon as he had sat down, trying to seize the initiative before the old priest might start on another topic. "I t...

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192. The Fellowship of Feathers

Before Martel began running all over the sewers, which would include somehow getting through the locked grate door, it seemed prudent to make sure Julia had not already been picked up by the inquis...

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191. Searching Blind

Arriving at the workshops for his Solday task, Martel waited with the other novices until Master Jerome appeared and gave them their work for the bell. As the others dispersed, he waited behind to ...

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190. Buried Beneath

When Martel eventually began to suspect that Julia would not appear, he got up from his uncomfortable seat on the ground and walked down the alley. He summoned a globe of magelight to hover in fron...

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189. Late Appointments

Martel had survived plenty of classes with only a few hours of nightly rest. He discovered there was a vast gulf between functioning on little sleep and doing so on no sleep. Every thought moved sl...

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188. Reminders

They finished the remainder of the journey through the Undercroft in silence. Martel felt a host of emotions, which altogether left him disinclined to talk. As the hot-headed emotions of the fight ...

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187. Spells in the Dark

Already, the other spellcaster raised a stone from the street and hurled it through the air. Diving to the ground, Martel evaded it. Face to face with the unconscious Tibert, he moved to take cover...

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186. Rematch

Still hiding inside the building, his face illuminated by the flickering magelight around his staff, Martel tried to think. The shouts and screams from the street did not help, but he had been in s...

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