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185. It's a Trap

Several things took place at once. A rope came flying through the air, coiled itself around Kerra's ankle where she did not wear any gold, and dragged her backwards and away from the rest of the gr...

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184. His Day in Court

As Tibert's words rang across the clearing, demanding Martel's head on a stake, Kerra's laughter came in response. Heart beating in his chest like a drum, Martel did not find anything amusing about...

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183. The Nine Lords

Martel glanced around at the gathering place of the Nine Lords. It looked like an ordinary town square, except placed in an eerie city that felt like a crypt. In the middle stood a pedestal that mi...

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182. The Undercroft

They walked down a narrow staircase into the dark. One guard in front held a torch, as did Kerra walking in the middle. Sigrid brought up the rear and had one as well. Although unnecessary, Martel ...

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181. Delving into the Old

Martel liked knowledge, and he liked acquiring it. Some of his best memories of childhood had been at the small temple in Engby, learning from Father Julius. Only when he came to the Lyceum and enc...

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180. On Quiet Feet

Martel could think of several things that Julia needed. First on that list would be a home above ground. While Martel did not have one of those available, the solution seemed simple enough. Weasel ...

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179. Unexpected Encounters

Solday morning, Martel made his way to the workshops as usual. He stood with the other novices on the main floor, waiting for Master Jerome to appear and give them their assignments. When the artif...

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178. Pawns in Play

"There you are." Eleanor approached Martel at the breakfast table, giving Maximilian on the other side a nod. "I went through all of the symbols." She placed the rune token in the table next to Mar...

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177. Lessons Outside of School

Despite their recent interactions, it appeared to Martel that his friendship with Eleanor remained buried. They had helped each other a few times, but that was it. She held firm to her decision, it...

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176. Passive Relations

Martel did not know what to expect for his first lesson with Father Andrew. But since it did not involve magic, he did not feel too concerned. Even if he did poorly, this could hardly influence his...

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175. Expanded Curriculum

In the afternoon, as Martel check for messages, his diligence was rewarded. He felt a flash of discomfort as the short missive was put into his hand, thinking it came from Kerra who might be demand...

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174. Bitter Winds Blowing

Martel had a meeting on Solday as well, and unlike yesterday, he looked forward to it; spending an afternoon with Shadi would be a welcome reprieve from inquisitors and crime lords. While they had ...

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173. Court Summons

Still unsure what to think of the inquisitors in light of what he had learned, Martel decided to ask someone else. Manday gave him the chance to solicit one such often source of knowledge. "Master ...

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172. The Iron Coin

Eleanor's words about the executed alchemist rumbled around Martel's mind for the rest of the day. When he woke the next morning, the thought soon returned. Given that he studied alchemy himself, e...

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171. Hung Up

Over the next days, inquisitors in the hallways of the Lyceum became more common. Plenty of rumours accompanied them, especially if someone disliked was pulled in for interrogation by them. Someone...

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170. Sight in the Dark

After the other night's excitement, or lack thereof, class with Master Basil felt like the complete opposite. At least, Martel could not think of anything that induced less emotions in him. He made...

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169. Wasted Hours

Hours later, with sunrise not far off, two young mages staggered towards the Lyceum. Their gait came mostly from feeling drowsy; Maximilian had shown uncharacteristic restraint, and neither of them...

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168. Friendly Secrets

By now, Martel was no stranger to waking up with anxious excitement, or perhaps excited anxiety. He had felt it on every morning of a fight night in The Broken Crown, and on the days of going to th...

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167. Keeping Time with Friends

"Max, I have an opportunity for you." It was only breakfast, but Martel did not wish to delay. In part because Maximilian might make other arrangements; in part because lunch was usually crowded, a...

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166. Safety in Numbers

After visiting his young friends, Martel trained the guards at The Copper Drum as usual and returned home. It already felt like a routine, even though he knew it would be at an end soon. The full m...

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165. Pillars of Sand

Master Basil collected his students from the entrance hall. "No more tours. Time to test your skill. Follow me." With slow steps, the teacher led them through the dining hall to the northern part o...

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164. The Pact

Pelday morning, Martel did his work in the apothecary as usual, making ingredients ready for use and even mixing a few salves and simple remedies. He had yet to learn any actual magic involving pot...

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163. The Copper Mage

Solday yielded another opportunity to gather information. Working to make ink, Martel waited until Master Jerome stopped by to check on his progress. "Master Jerome, are there any ways to protect y...

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162. Taking Charge

Manday provided the opportunity to ask a pertinent question. "Master Fenrick, how does a maleficar fight?"

The teacher narrowed his eyes. "That is a question for inquisitors, not for a novice...

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161. Meeting the Recruits

Martel spent the walk home from the copper lanes contemplating how he would conduct the training. He had never considered how to fight a mage without any magic of his own, but perhaps he could stil...

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160. An Offer She Can't Refuse

"Today, we stay at the school. Study its stonework. Learn its secrets." Master Basil looked over his students in the entrance hall with such a placid expression, Martel wondered if the teacher actu...

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159. Hangovers

Martel went to sleep the moment he returned from the Imperial palace. When he woke the next day, he felt better; apart from a strange soreness throughout his body, his symptoms from last night seem...

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158. Help from Above

Martel looked from the prince to Maximilian. He had sparred against the mageknight on many occasions, and he had no trouble doing that again. But he had the distinct feeling exchanging a few blows ...

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157. Cold Counsel and Hot Discussions

Solday morning passed like any other, with an exception towards the end. As Master Jerome dismissed him from his duty in the workshop, he passed on the message that the overseer wanted to speak wit...

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156. Bear Trap

Martel's first lesson of the day gave him the chance to ask a question that had been on his mind since last Manday, and which yesterday eve's conversation had reminded him of. "Master Fenrick, when...

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