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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 19:17:01 GMT
“The crazed wizard laughed and laughed as the soldiers had surrounded him. “Your father sent me!” He cheered happily. “From the life after this! He had a message for you, one that couldn’t be allowed to die with him!”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 11, 2020 23:36:04 GMT
Konrad remembered how the man had looked in the fire light. What madness was it that had led this wizard to be interred in Lockhart’s. Was it possible he knew something about his father?
“What was it?” He asked slowly. “How could you know my father?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2020 0:38:45 GMT
“Reclaimers never really die,” the wizard whispered, then with a speed that had to have been enhanced by supernatural means he had run to him and his burning hand briefly gripped his forearm before anyone could have reacted. “The end of the Mist...your father made it...” Konrad felt a burning on his arm but a stronger one in his own head as some strange symbols coalesced into shapes in his brain.
The old magician may have said more, but Cassandra has been nearly as fast as him, and her spear had gone into his right ear canal and straight through the occipital bone. “You ok my lord?” She has asked, concern in her dark eyes.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 12, 2020 1:14:19 GMT
Konrad howled, although the burning touch brought with it no flame. The symbols that danced in his mind.., he’d seen them once before, among his father’s things. Upon a page in a book laying in his study. His father had thrashed him, when he’d been caught spying, even though the symbols had meant nothing to him. But now.... now he saw... no understood... what his father had done, and how. He said the words quietly in his mind.
Now he was his father’s son.
“I am well” he replied. He looked aimlessly at his arm where the magician had laid upon him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2020 1:25:45 GMT
Even in dreams the faint scar is there. He had heard dreams didn’t usually include deformities acquired but this one...this one never failed to be present. The paladin has taken his arm and said something softly, and the flesh wound had sewn up, leaving only the faint mark of flame. “Did anything he said make a damn bit of sense to you?”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 12, 2020 2:12:51 GMT
“No,” Konrad said, falsely, “it was the ravings of one who has lost all sense. I wonder if he was always thus or made so by the Lockharts. I would have restitution from them for visiting this madness upon my people.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2020 3:33:33 GMT
The paladin nodded. “That’s a shame,” she agreed. “It’s high time the order of Mythan inspected that madhouse. Enemies in the Mist are no good excuse to ignore issues here. I’ll head there immediately and see this matter settled. If nothing else the Court shall hear of the irregularities occurring with troubling frequency.” She wiped her spear off. “To me! Followers of Mythan, to Lockhart Castle we go.”
Three weeks later Konrad received a shipment of silver and goods from Lord Eustace. Two months later the Emperor’s own representative came and the sides signed a binding resolution. Lord Lockhart would be subjected to inspections and was now responsible for damage caused by his inmates.
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