Post by Alexander on Jul 11, 2013 10:10:34 GMT -5
It has been a few days now since Alexander found the Guildhall of the Noctis Venator and chaos still reigned.
It had taken alot of question, a bit of gold, and a fair amount of "persuasion" to find the place. And from what he has gathered so far inhis limited time here, he was glad for the delay. It seemed there had been a recent attack within the Guildhall itself, leaving the Archmagi postion vacant and the Council in a shambles. Little is known, or at least been said, as to the identity of the attacker. It seems these mages were at least smart enough to not give away too much to newly arrived strangers.
That showed so promise for the future at least...
He was, however, able to pick up on some rumors being spread by the Initiates that seemed to paint the picture of a botched summoning. Given the grisley details of the manner of the deaths, he supposed it was possible. But why would the damage have stopped there? He had examined the room himself and had found no signs of siguls meant for summoning, nor ones for protection or binding to keep whatever would have come through in that room.
True, it could have faded back into the aether, but he had a feeling there was more going on than he was being told.
In the void caused by the deaths, the members of the Noctis Venator were buzzing with anxious energy as they tried to figure out who would lead them next. Pressure was already being applied by those above this Chapter House to fill the vacant postions left by the former Archmagi and the Council members that had died in the room that day. Like the others, he was hesitant to fill the former. They did not want it for fear of meeting a similar fate. He did not want it for the attention it would bring. Not yet...
He had found in his many years that often times wearing the crown also meant wearing the target as well, and lets face it with him still adjusting to his current "condition" he was not ready to be in anyone's crosshairs just yet. Better to be the whisper in the shadows for now.
He had accepted a position on the Council as the representative for the Dark Arts, but only due to lack of others to take the space. It seemed Dark Magic was not a popular choice in this town... Had he known before being tested, he may have held back more, but it was too late.
Too much, too soon. He had told himself. But what was done is done. All he could do was adjust his plan and continue moving forward.
Make alliances. Gather information. Make himself needed.
These were the steps to take on the road to power...
It had taken alot of question, a bit of gold, and a fair amount of "persuasion" to find the place. And from what he has gathered so far inhis limited time here, he was glad for the delay. It seemed there had been a recent attack within the Guildhall itself, leaving the Archmagi postion vacant and the Council in a shambles. Little is known, or at least been said, as to the identity of the attacker. It seems these mages were at least smart enough to not give away too much to newly arrived strangers.
That showed so promise for the future at least...
He was, however, able to pick up on some rumors being spread by the Initiates that seemed to paint the picture of a botched summoning. Given the grisley details of the manner of the deaths, he supposed it was possible. But why would the damage have stopped there? He had examined the room himself and had found no signs of siguls meant for summoning, nor ones for protection or binding to keep whatever would have come through in that room.
True, it could have faded back into the aether, but he had a feeling there was more going on than he was being told.
In the void caused by the deaths, the members of the Noctis Venator were buzzing with anxious energy as they tried to figure out who would lead them next. Pressure was already being applied by those above this Chapter House to fill the vacant postions left by the former Archmagi and the Council members that had died in the room that day. Like the others, he was hesitant to fill the former. They did not want it for fear of meeting a similar fate. He did not want it for the attention it would bring. Not yet...
He had found in his many years that often times wearing the crown also meant wearing the target as well, and lets face it with him still adjusting to his current "condition" he was not ready to be in anyone's crosshairs just yet. Better to be the whisper in the shadows for now.
He had accepted a position on the Council as the representative for the Dark Arts, but only due to lack of others to take the space. It seemed Dark Magic was not a popular choice in this town... Had he known before being tested, he may have held back more, but it was too late.
Too much, too soon. He had told himself. But what was done is done. All he could do was adjust his plan and continue moving forward.
Make alliances. Gather information. Make himself needed.
These were the steps to take on the road to power...