Post by Alexander on Jan 3, 2014 9:35:11 GMT -5
::Some time had passed since Alexander had finally been healed and allowed to leave the House of Galena. Thanks to Shen he was whole again and he hoped that the coin used to pay for his services would also buy his silence. His new arm was not perfect. It had taken time and practice to get used to the way it moved, or more accurately, force it to move the way he wished. He now wore a long glove on that arm to cover the difference in the tone of the flesh for those that may notice and question. There may be those that would think it hid some injury of the past. Thoughts that would prove their downfall should they ever wish to take advantage of them.
He sat now at his desk in the set of rooms assigned to him as the Regent of Shadow for the Noctis Venator in Wistvale. It was a role he had attained by default as his predecessor had only dabbled in the Arts of Darkness and Regents were to be the most skilled in their Art.
He gazed about the room, taking in the decor. There were a few shelves for books and other items, but nothing of great power or knowledge as this was the "public" area of his suite of rooms. Meaning any member of the Mage's Guild could come here to meet with him. He saved his more important resources for his meager private study that adjoined his bedroom off to the side. A study made more meager by the hour as he continued to peruse what had been left behind and rid himself of the drivel and nonsense works the misguided fool before him had held so dear.
None of the rooms in his portion of the Guild house had windows, something he thought to be a bit cliche on the part of the designer, however, he could not fault the effect it had. It forced one to use light, either from magic or fire, to see and the uneven surfaces of the room created shadows everywhere. A simple trick, but effective nonetheless. Already he had had the pleasure of seeing the uneasiness it created in those that came to treat with him.
And they came often. More so every day it seemed. Not just the Acolytes of his Art (now including its former Regent), but those from other Halls as well as the other Regents continued their political dance as they vied for the still empty position of Archmage of the Noctis Venator in Wistvale. Word hand been sent from those above this Chapter house that a selection needed to be made, or one would be forced upon them. There was a growing fear among the other Regents that that meant someone from outside the town would be brought in. And they each had played on that fear to try and garner votes.
It was an exhausting dance, and one he hoped would end soon. He was uncertain if he wanted the title himself. Experience had taught him that sometimes it was better to have the ear of the one in charge than to be the one in charge. Leadership tended to come with a target branded upon you. Instead he had spent his time meeting with the flaunting peacocks from the other Halls to gauge their measure. Who could he get to trust him. Who could he manipulate if need be. That would be the one to get his vote. If none could be found then he would be forced to try to take the role himself...::
He sat now at his desk in the set of rooms assigned to him as the Regent of Shadow for the Noctis Venator in Wistvale. It was a role he had attained by default as his predecessor had only dabbled in the Arts of Darkness and Regents were to be the most skilled in their Art.
He gazed about the room, taking in the decor. There were a few shelves for books and other items, but nothing of great power or knowledge as this was the "public" area of his suite of rooms. Meaning any member of the Mage's Guild could come here to meet with him. He saved his more important resources for his meager private study that adjoined his bedroom off to the side. A study made more meager by the hour as he continued to peruse what had been left behind and rid himself of the drivel and nonsense works the misguided fool before him had held so dear.
None of the rooms in his portion of the Guild house had windows, something he thought to be a bit cliche on the part of the designer, however, he could not fault the effect it had. It forced one to use light, either from magic or fire, to see and the uneven surfaces of the room created shadows everywhere. A simple trick, but effective nonetheless. Already he had had the pleasure of seeing the uneasiness it created in those that came to treat with him.
And they came often. More so every day it seemed. Not just the Acolytes of his Art (now including its former Regent), but those from other Halls as well as the other Regents continued their political dance as they vied for the still empty position of Archmage of the Noctis Venator in Wistvale. Word hand been sent from those above this Chapter house that a selection needed to be made, or one would be forced upon them. There was a growing fear among the other Regents that that meant someone from outside the town would be brought in. And they each had played on that fear to try and garner votes.
It was an exhausting dance, and one he hoped would end soon. He was uncertain if he wanted the title himself. Experience had taught him that sometimes it was better to have the ear of the one in charge than to be the one in charge. Leadership tended to come with a target branded upon you. Instead he had spent his time meeting with the flaunting peacocks from the other Halls to gauge their measure. Who could he get to trust him. Who could he manipulate if need be. That would be the one to get his vote. If none could be found then he would be forced to try to take the role himself...::
