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215. Clean-up Job
Martel's first lesson on Glunday went much like those on Pelday, with little to no progress. "I'm sorry, Master Alastair." Mostly because between spending time with the Night Knives or in the Chamber of Earth, he had barely practised these spells as he was supposed to."Don't ...
214. Getting Baited
Besides the Pelday evenings, Martel was making the most of his Malday afternoons. In the alley behind the insula where the Night Knives resided, he sparred with them as well. He did so using his staff rather than offensive magic, as their training had a specific purpose; for the first time in his li...
213. Fire and Ice
Another fiveday passed where little happened beyond Martel's usual routines. He stayed mindful of the debts he owed to no less than four people, but with the silver letter sent to his mother, at least the weight of his brother's medicine had been taken from him. It might take a while, but he...
212. Silver Letters
At breakfast, Martel was among the first as usual, allowing him to choose an empty table. As he was nearly done, he was joined by not only one, but two mageknights. Maximilian was no surprise, but he had not expected to see Alain there, even if they did have a good sparring session last night. He wo...
211. Expanding Circles
Pelday morning, Martel counted his wealth. Thanks to his work with the Night Knives, he now stood at twenty-five pieces of silver and four pennies. Close to the wanted sum of thirty, yet still a while away. Waiting for chores to open up with Master Jerome would take many days unless something had ch...
210. The River Pearl
Ten warriors, wielding an assortment of arms but without emblems on their clothing, stood in a semicircle to prevent the three Night Knives from escaping. Martel noticed that they all wore an earring of red gold, presumably in lieu of an insignia.Marcus pushed past Martel to stand by Flora's lef...
209. A Trio of Knives
As agreed, Martel returned to the Night Knives the next day. As he entered the apartment, he found Marcus putting on chain armour and the rest of his equipment. Flora already seemed prepared. She glanced at Martel. "Lose the robe. You look like a scribe. We got a surcoat for you. Some armour too...
208. Selling Services
As Master Fenrick spoke about an etching of an obsidian idol from the Western Isles and what that might suggest about the local understanding of magic, Martel thought about the catacombs. Obviously, he could not reveal to a teacher that he had visited that dreaded place. The amount of uncomfortable ...
207. Present Help
"Have you given any thought to what Quintus told you?" Master Alastair asked as his lesson with Martel was coming to an end.Not really, given how Martel had spent his time since, not to mention being concerned about his brother, but that felt rude to say. "Yes, a lot. I was a little trou...
206. Double the Mage
While his last lesson with Father Andrew had hardly been riveting, practising his penmanship for a full bell, Martel saw the benefits of being able to write well. And he could think of worse ways to spend two hours. Sitting down at his desk, he looked at the old priest."Get your parchment and qu...
205. Where All Roads Lead
"Martel, do you have any plans this afternoon?" Master Alastair looked at him as they took a break during the first lesson of the day."Just your second class, master," Martel replied while wondering what made his teacher ask."Remember I mentioned my friend in the Imperial adminis...
204. Silver Friends
Solday saw Martel returned to the workshops, though he had to work the first bell for free. Taking advantage of Master Jerome's good will and sympathies, he convinced the artificer to let him work another bell, bringing up his acquired fortunes to eight pieces of silver.Working his daily shift i...
203. Quandaries as Posed by an Urchin
Knowing that Maximilian could be prickly in the mornings, Martel waited until lunch the next day. Once the mageknight was busy with his second portion, looking satisfied, the novice broached the subject. "Max, I know that I already owe you money, and I haven't forgotten. But I received a let...
202. Familial Duty
Although dismissive of Flora's offer, Martel ended up giving it more consideration than he initially thought. Obviously, if he wanted to be a weathermage and return to Engby, he could only do so in the employ of the Empire. Working for these Night Knives meant travelling across the continent or ...
201. Scouting for Talent
Martel left the Chamber of Earth with some fresh bruises and additional respect from the others present. Someone had brought skin salve, which helped with the former, and Martel went to sleep feeling satisfied with the evening. It was nice to feel for once that something had gone the right way. He s...
200. Who Talked About Sparring Guild
Martel's prediction came true. As he slept, his dreams moved through dark tunnels, full of familiar people and strange creatures, where he walked endlessly without ever finding the way out. It felt eerie to wake, his head overtaken by all these thoughts, but he could take comfort feeling magical...
199. The Shape of Things
Martel hardly felt rested as he woke the next day, even if little sleep was better than none. His leg still hurt, but if he walked slowly, he could disguise his limp. None of the gashes were deep, thankfully, but it would take a few days to heal at least. Although he had not planned for it, he was l...
198. Limping In
For a being without muscles, the undead skeleton moved fast. Running down the tunnel, whenever Martel looked over his shoulder, he found the creature keeping pace. While maintaining his magelight, floating over his head, Martel tried to shoot more bolts of fire behind him as he ran. Unable to take a...
197. Close Encounter of the Cold Kind
Martel had a new strategy for exploring the sewers. Remembering that both hostile wizards and scared homeless people might live down here, he did not light a flame to follow him around permanently. If he met the former, Martel would like to have the element of surprise; with the latter, he did not w...
196. One Does not Talk about Sparring Guild
Martel traced his steps back through the sewers until he reached the grate door. He picked up the padlock and placed it onto the door but without clicking it together, leaving it unlocked. With luck, nobody would have reason to come here tomorrow, and the door would still be open for Martel's ne...
195. Slippery Paths
Martel did not require map or markings for the first leg of the journey. With only one direction to travel in, he continued down the familiar path that led to the pipework of the Lyceum, flowing into the sewers. As he reached that point, he had to make his first decision. Several tunnels branched fr...
194. Picking and Entering
The next day, in between classes, Martel prepared for his nightly excursion. He felt almost a little excited at the prospect of going exploring, even if his destination was the least appealing place for such an activity. While he knew that he was probably breaking a rule by entering the sewers – i...
193. Service for Hire
"Father Andrew, could we delve deeper into the history of Morcaster?" Martel said as soon as he had sat down, trying to seize the initiative before the old priest might start on another topic. "I think it might be important for me to understand the city where I live, capital of the Aster...
192. The Fellowship of Feathers
Before Martel began running all over the sewers, which would include somehow getting through the locked grate door, it seemed prudent to make sure Julia had not already been picked up by the inquisitors. He knew that the Inquisition had a building in the temple district, and he assumed any prisoners...
191. Searching Blind
Arriving at the workshops for his Solday task, Martel waited with the other novices until Master Jerome appeared and gave them their work for the bell. As the others dispersed, he waited behind to get the artificer's attention. "Master Jerome, I was wondering if you had more tasks for me to ...
190. Buried Beneath
When Martel eventually began to suspect that Julia would not appear, he got up from his uncomfortable seat on the ground and walked down the alley. He summoned a globe of magelight to hover in front of him and began searching for any entrance to the sewers. Unfortunately, he was rather hamstrung by ...
189. Late Appointments
Martel had survived plenty of classes with only a few hours of nightly rest. He discovered there was a vast gulf between functioning on little sleep and doing so on no sleep. Every thought moved slowly through his head. When someone spoke to him, he felt like it took ages until he had comprehended t...
188. Reminders
They finished the remainder of the journey through the Undercroft in silence. Martel felt a host of emotions, which altogether left him disinclined to talk. As the hot-headed emotions of the fight subsided, he still felt an after-shock when considering how close he came to death. If Tibert's amb...
187. Spells in the Dark
Already, the other spellcaster raised a stone from the street and hurled it through the air. Diving to the ground, Martel evaded it. Face to face with the unconscious Tibert, he moved to take cover behind his body. Martel assumed the mage would not risk killing her employer.The earth shook underneat...
186. Rematch
Still hiding inside the building, his face illuminated by the flickering magelight around his staff, Martel tried to think. The shouts and screams from the street did not help, but he had been in situations like this before, and he knew to focus. He considered what he might deduce about the enemy ma...
