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155. Sowing Seeds

"How is your introduction to the Imperial court?" Master Alastair asked as they took a break between exercises.

"The palace is certainly beautiful. I thought I saw you the first night, master...

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154. Entanglement

"Morcaster has many wonders. In architecture. My favourite is the Basilica."

Only as Master Basil said the name of the temple did Martel realise the similarity to his teacher's name. The novi...

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153. The First Starlit Eve

Maximilian had been busy. Martel's new wardrobe arrived early Pelday afternoon. Besides a few more white shirts – not made from silk but still expensive fabric – his drawer was now filled by se...

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152. Introduction to Etiquette

Martel tried to push the thought of the Imperial palace away; nothing he could do about it, so there seemed no point in worrying about it. Solday morning kept him busy assisting Master Jerome and w...

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151. Entrapment

While theory of magic remained one of Martel's favourite classes, he was less enthused by the disturbing topics they had covered lately. Maleficars, leechcraft, curses, and more. Yet he knew it was...

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150. A Bitter Drink

Practising the different elements during his lesson with Master Alastair, a question came to mind. He had been introduced to the specifics of water, air, and soon also earth; what of the fourth? "M...

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149. A Good Foundation

Despite Martel's fears, the inquisitors did not return, at least not regarding him. He saw them a few times moving through the school, but he simply turned around to avoid them. He had already deci...

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148. Cursed Lessons

Martel wondered if Master Fenrick would show for his classes as Manday arrived; rumour around the castle claimed that the teacher was investigating the appearance of the maleficar, and Martel had n...

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147. Good Inquisitor, Bad Inquisitor

While the encounter at the market had shaken Martel a little, it had been brief, and he had no reason to suspect any continuation. He had no further errands outside the school, after all, and he as...

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146. Unrooted

No matter what took place beyond the walls of the Lyceum, life continued at the same pace within. For Martel, that meant classes and duties, and on Malday, that meant climbing the Tower of Air.

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145. Sacrifice or Sacrilege

A new dawn did little to change the mood that hung like a dark cloud over Morcaster. All goodwill and cheer from the Golden Harvest had been dispelled by this one despicable act from the unknown ma...

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144. A City Marked

The Golden Harvest finished with a great ceremony at the square of the Basilica. Few from the Lyceum participated, as their schedules and classes had resumed, which proved for the best. The news fr...

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143. An Offering of Blood

Maximilian's team ended up winning the bout, though it did not avail them much; they lost their next match, one short of reaching the final round. That left him out of the games for this harvest, a...

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142. Axe and Fist

Martel felt more dead than alive when he woke the next morning. At least he did not have breakfast duty on Glunday mornings, so when the first bell rang, he could remain in bed. He even went so far...

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141. Copper and Cat

Martel looked around. The prize fighters held their staves with grim expressions, and the guards likewise appeared prepared for trouble. His own emotions reflected how they looked, and for a moment...

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140. For a Few Drinks More

The games resumed Malday afternoon. Unlike the archery competition, mageknights did not compete. Instead, mounted legionaries and members of the nobility participated in the joust. Like yesterday, ...

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139. The Promise of Spectacle

"Are you certain it's alright?" Shadi's voice sounded anxious. "I have never been seated on the benches before."

"Maximilian specifically told me so. And he wouldn't go back on his word or be...

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138. Who's Got the Touch

Having never attended the Golden Harvest before, Martel did not know what to expect, but he knew that he could hardly wait. The excited conversations about the spectacle, shared by the other studen...

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137. Point

Martel spent his evening as previously, helping Maximilian practise archery, which distracted him from the affair with the preacher. Yet the next day, as he chopped roots in the apothecary, the rag...

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136. Desecration

"Don't lose focus. Keep it going."

In the Hall of Elements, Martel held his hand over a small whirlwind, whipping up dirt from the ground. While keeping the air flowing in circles, he tried t...

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135. Where the Storm Resides

For Martel's second class on air magic, he did not have to leave the school. Master Gilbert collected him and the other novices from the entrance hall and led them up a nearby staircase. "For the r...

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134. From the Tenth

As no fights were hosted on Peldays in The Copper Drum, Martel managed to get inside the tavern with relative ease. The common room still seemed filled with guests, but he could at least make his w...

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133. Time and Harvest

Master Jerome raised an eyebrow as Martel appeared in the workshop for his Solday duty of assisting the artificer. "Are you still sparring with that mageknight boy?"

"Maximilian, yeah, I am."...

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132. Adventures in Law Enforcement

Master Fenrick gave Martel's battered face a second look but refrained from commenting, launching into his lesson instead. "I have spoken briefly about maleficars before, when I remarked upon necro...

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131. Revanche

The fist came flying against Martel, bound in metal-reinforced leather to make impact on his chin. He fell on his back, shocked and in pain. Something jangled, hitting the ground, and he hoped it w...

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130. Gathering Clouds

In his haste at arranging a fun evening with Shadi, Martel had forgotten that on Glunday, he had class at sixth bell, making it impossible for him to reach the Khivan enclave by seven. Fortunately,...

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129. The Eye of the Storm

His introduction to water magic at an end, Martel waited with the other novices in the entrance hall for his new teacher. Soon, a man wearing a purple robe with white patterns approached with such ...

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128. Blooded Anew

Martel spent another morning contemplating whether he should go to The Copper Drum, though he had different reasons for his indecisiveness this time around. He no longer feared a trap of some sort;...

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127. The Bond of the Ring

Martel spent most of his morning considering whether to go to The Copper Drum or not. On the surface of it, it posed no danger. Kerra's note had said as much, that she considered their business con...

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126. Playing the Fool

For more than a fiveday, Martel did not leave the Lyceum. He attended classes, ate his meals, and practised his spellcasting. On a few occasions, he passed Eleanor in the corridors, or their eyes m...

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