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Fall from High Rock	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 4940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
30: Master Aryon
Alyssa slept through most of the
boat ride to Vos.� It was nearly morning when she arrived at the docks.� Tel
Mora was right across from the city, so it would only take her a few minutes to
visit Dratha when she was finished here. �At least she had something to talk to
Aryon about.� She pulled the daedra skin from her robes and dusted it off.� It
was still in good condition.� Thank goodness, because she didn�t think she
could afford another.� She noticed that performing tasks for Great House
Telvanni often proved quite expensive.� Fortunately, she had kept this one for
her own personal collection after she had gathered it one day while out
practiving conjuration and alchemy with Anarenen.� He had been so proud of her
� she was almost sad that she would have to give it away.� But then, she
supposed she could have just gone out to a daedric ruin and skinned another
daedra herself.� Anarenen would have been proud of that too, at least.� But at
the moment, she decided she would prefer a break from fighting.
When she stepped off the docks, the
first thing she noticed was the small size of the tower before her.� Well,
Aryon was young, right?� Perhaps it took longer to grow a mushroom tower than
she had imagined.� But when she inquired about it, the shipmaster laughed
hysterically.� Apparently what she was looking at was only the Varo
Tradehouse.� Aryon�s tower was up the road to the north, just past the main
town of Vos.� Alyssa felt a bit foolish, but thanked the woman thoroughly for
pointing her in the correct direction.
She could make out the tell-tale
signs of a Telvanni tower through the morning mist as she walked up along the
path the woman had pointed her towards.� As she got nearer, the mist began to
clear and she could make out a second type of architecture.� Suddenly she
laughed out loud, hurring to get a closer look.� This Telvanni fungal tower
appeared to be growing from an Imperial fortress!� She remembered that Aryon
was said to be fascinated by some aspects of Imperial culture, but never had
she thought she would see the two architectural styles mixed.� It worked
though.� She smiled, running up to the middle of the fortress and gazing up
into the morning sun.� It was amazing, really.� She glanced around, unsure
which door she should enter.� She settled on the central tower and hurried
towards the doorway.
Alyssa didn�t see anything of note
when she first stepped inside, but she figured that traveling up the spiral
staircase before her was likely to be her best bet for finding the tower�s
master.� She had noticed that most wizards seemed to exhibit a strong
preference for situating themselves at the top of their respective towers.
As she stepped onto the second
floor, Alyssa found herself face to face with a Dwemer steam centurion.� She
gasped, preparing to cast a frost spell to disable it.� However, the creature
remained in place.� She could see other Dwemer artifacts sitting amout on
tables nearby.� Dwemer design schematics were displayed along the walls.� For a
moment, she was perplexed.� This appeared to be a museum of sorts.� She walked
along, gazing at the pipes and cogs arranged neatly on tables, each with a
clear display label.� She wondered if Edwinna and Baladas had ever been here.�
Baladas had a modified centurion sphere and the two had constructed a spider
centurion, but she wondered if they would be interested in this working steam
centurion as well.� She gazed at the automaton, hot steam flowing from its
pipes.� Well, she thought it was working anyway.� It didn�t appear to be
moving.� She furrowed her brow, making a mental note to let her sister know
about this place when she returned.� She found it strange that Baladas hadn�t
mentioned Aryon�s interest in the Dwemer when last she was in Gnisis.
As she continued walking the tower,
Alyssa soon came to another room.� This one was also filled with labled
memorabilia� but the items on display appeared to be Imperial in origin.� A
shield, a sword, some arrows� some plates and goblets� all with the same neat
labels.� She scratched her head in confusion.� These items were hardly
uncommon.� Who hadn�t seen an Imperial plate?� Perhaps she should have brought
her host the matching set of bowls.� They wouldn�t have cost more than a few
gold.� She giggled at the thought.
There were some books on a shelf
nearby.� Most of them appeared to be common Imperial texts.� But there were a
few she didn�t recognize, in languages she didn�t understand.� She recognized
one as a popular text on necromancy, although she couldn�t make out the title.�
Necromancy may have been banned in Morrowind, but Alyssa noticed that many of
the Telvanni she had met seemed to practice it openly.� That was fine with
her.� She would have to keep it in mind in case she stumbled across any more
resurrected skeletons � not that she thought they would pose a serious threat.�
She could handle skeletons.
As she was flipping through another
book, this one on the forbidden topic of vampires, she heard a strange noise
coming from the corner.� It sounded almost like sobbing.� She put the book down
carefully, but didn�t hear the noise again.� Perhaps it was in her head.�
Sighing, she started to leave, wondering how many more flights of stairs she
would have to climb before she found Master Aryon.
Suddenly she stopped.� There was a
cell door in the room, and behind it, an Imperial guard.� She gasped.� A single
cell in a museum?� She wondered how an Imperial guard had come to find himself
imprisioned here.� Perhaps trying to steal his belongings back?� He appeared to
be in full armor.� She glanced around the room.� Nothing here seemed unusually
valuable � it would have been far less trouble for him to purchase these items
again.� Perhaps he had been caught going through the Dwemer exhibits � those
items were likely to be far more valuable on the black market.
�You!� Please!� Over here!� the
guard pleaded, running to the edge of the cell.� Curious, Alyssa stepped
closer.
�The key!� Please, it�s just on
that table � you MUST help me!� he cried, �Hurry, before they come back!��
Alyssa bit her lip.� The key was sitting pit where he had indicated.� But she
had no idea what this man had done.� Perhaps he was a murderer, or a rapist.�
She couldn�t just let him out.� Besides, freeing Master Aryon�s prisoner would
be sure to anger him.� She looked around nervously.
�I can�t!� she said, lowering her
voice, �What did you do to get thrown in the dungeon here?�� The man looked
bewildered.
�Nothing!� he said, �I was
kidnapped � can�t you see that?� This isn�t a dungeon � it�s a museum!� I�m an
exhibit on display!�� Alyssa�s eyes widened and she backed away.� She didn�t
know what to think.� Somehow, she hoped this man was lying.
�Oh!� It�s too late!� he whispered,
running from the cell window.� Alyssa spun around to find herself face to face
with a tall Dunmer with thick shoulder-length grey hair that matched his skin.�
He appeared young, although she admitted she was never very good with guessing
the true ages of mer.
�Please don�t incite the prisoner.�
He�s gotten very irritable as of late since we�ve had to cut his food rations
as punishment for his last escape attempt,� the Dunmer said.� His voice was
crisper and smoother than most of the Dunmer she had met, but still deep and
sultry.� She stared at him, glancing back at the prisoner, who now sat against the
side wall of his cell glaring off at no one in particular.
�He� he told me�� she started,
trying to hide her bewilderment.
�I�m sure whatever he told you was
nonsense.� He says all sorts of things when he thinks he has a shot at escape.�
Don�t you now?� He�d never get past my guards outside though.� Hear that?� The
second you get out, you�re just going right back in.� So there isn�t any use
trying.� Unless you enjoy being punished, I suppose.� In that case, I�ll just
have to think up a punishment that you enjoy a little less,� he said, his voice
calm and unhurried even as he spoke to the imprisoned man.� The prisoner
narrowed his eyes, but said nothing in response.
�I�m terribly sorry about that,�
the Dunmer continued, �I am Master Aryon.� I don�t believe we�ve met before.�
And you are?...�� Alyssa�s eyes widened.� So this was Aryon.� Well� he was
speaking to her.� That was an improvement already.
�My name is Alyssa Elbert, Oathman
of Great House Telvanni,� she said.� It still didn�t seem quite right that she
had advanced in rank so quickly, but she couldn�t complain.
�Well then.� Welcome to my tower,
Alyssa Elbert,� he replied with a smile, �I hope you find my museums to be of
interest.� I took great pains in collecting the exhibits.�� Alyssa shot another
confused glance at the prisoner, but he didn�t look up.� She figured it was
probably best to drop the matter for now.
�Yes.� They are most� interesting��
she replied, looking around the room once more.� She tried not to giggle when
she spied the exhibit of Imperial plates.
�Feel free to enjoy them then,� he
replied politely.� Alyssa smiled.
�I was told to bring you this
daedra skin,� she said, taking it from her robes and presenting it to him.� It
was still in good condition, and she was rather proud of the pains she had
taken when she first learned to collect these things.
�Ah yes.� Thank you.� Hmm� this is
in fine condition, I see,� he replied as he examined it.� Alyssa beamed
happily.� At least he had noticed.� She glanced around the room once more.� The
Imperial museum was a bit strange, but the Dwemer one�
�Do you ever have outside
researchers visit your exhibits?� she asked.� Aryon smiled.
�Not as often as I would like,� he
confessed, �Although I try to keep my museums open to the public as much as possible.�
The trying part is deterring the thieves.� But researchers are always welcome.�
�Ah, I shall have to tell my sister
Edwinna and Baladas about this place then,� she said, �They are both so
terribly interested in the Dwarves, you see.� I am sure they would be most
interested in your steam centurion in particular.� Oh, and the design
schematics!� Really, I think they would like everything.�� Aryon smiled,
cocking his head to the side as he examined her.
�You are speaking of Baladas
Demnevanni, perhaps?� he said.� Alyssa nodded.
�Yes, and Edwinna Elbert � she is
the guildmistress of the Ald�ruhn branch of the Imperial Mages Guild,� replied
Alyssa politely.� Aryon chuckled softly.
�Most intriguing.� You seem to keep
interesting company.� Younger sister of an Imperial guildmistress and Oathman
of Hour Telvanni?� Facinating.� I�ve been trying to lure Baladas Demnevanni to
my tower for years now.� I think he would love it, but alas, I can�t get him to
leave his own.� It�s too bad really.� He�s a fascinating mer,� he mused, �Of
course, your sister would be welcome here as well.� It would make for an�
interesting visit at the very least.� I�ve certainly never had anyone from the
Imperial Mages Guild visit.�
�Well, I shall pass the word
along,� Alyssa replied.
�I would appreciate it.� In the
meantime, would you care to come up and have a drink?� I�m between shipments so
don�t have much at the moment, but I do have an excellent chef,� he replied.
�Of course I would.� That would be
lovely, thank you,� Alyssa smiled.� Yes, this man was far nicer than Neloth and
Gothren had been.� She wished she had avoided those two entirely.
Alyssa was surprised when she
followed Aryon outside and levitated up to his chambers.� She hadn�t even been
close in her attempt to locate him.� She could have wandered around the tower
for days without finding the tower�s master.� She counted herself fortunate
that she had run into him in the Imperial museum.
Inside sat a Telvanni guard in full
attire playing cards with an Imperial warrior, also in full armor.� Alyssa
stared.� She had never thought to see the two getting along, but of all places,
this appeared to be the one where one might expect to see such a thing.� Aryong
greeted them and introduced her briefly, but she barely caught their names.�
She was too busy admiring the strange fungal d�cor.� She couldn�t help it: she
loved Telvanni architecture.� Even the musky mushroom smell of the pod made her
smile.
After asking what she cared to
drink, Aryon poured her a glass of shein and sat down to join her.� Alyssa
giggled, noticing that the goblets were of Imperial make as well.� They were
just such an intriguing contract to the vine-like interior of the pod.
�So, if your sister is an Imperial
guildmaster, I take it that you hold dual allegiances in Great House Telvanni
and the Imperial Mages Guild?� Aryon asked.� Alyssa blushed.� Was she not
supposed to mention this?� It was too late though, she supposed.
�Well yes.� I am an Evoker in the
Imperial Mages Guild,� she confessed.
�Interesting.� How difficult do you
find it to keep the factions separate?� he asked, �Or do you find instead that
they make a complementary duality?�
�I haven�t had much trouble so
far,� she confessed, �But my sister is sympathetic to the House, and most of my
friends are indifferent.� Even the Arch-mage�s advisor is sympathetic to the
House.� He�s been advising me on such political matters.�� Aryon raised his
eyebrows, stifling a smile.
�I see,� he replied, �And your
sister conducts research on the Dwemer?� Does this have some connection to your
relationship with Baladas Demnevanni?�
�Well yes.� Yes to all of the
above,� she replied, not sure how much she should say.� But Baladas had told
her to meet with the councilors, after all, and he had not explicitly told her
not to mention his name.� She supposed he probably didn�t care one way or the
other.
�And how exactly do you know
Baladas?� Aryon asked, sipping his drink slowly.� Alyssa blushed.� She looked
down.� Aryon was eyeing her intently.
�Well� Edwinna is currently involved
in a� research collaboration of sorts with him,� she said finally, unable to
stop her cheeks from turning red.� She took another sip of shein, letting the
flavor wash over her tongue.� She liked it so much better than sujamma,
although it wasn�t nearly as strong.
�A research collaboration involving
the Dwemer, I assume?� Aryon asked.
�Yes,� replied Alyssa, biting her
lip.
�And why are you so embarrassed
about it?� he asked.� Alyssa looked away, trying to think of how to respond.�
She should learn to control her emotions better, she thought.
�Well, it�s just� I mean, I
suspect� that there is more going on than research between them,� she finally
confessed.
�Ah, I see.� Nothing to be ashamed
of.� Facinating though,� Aryon mused, pausing to take out a piece of parchment
and quill.� He started writing something, but Alyssa could not see what it
was.� When he finished, he looked up and smiled.
�I haven�t seen Baladas for
centuries, you see,� Aryon finally confessed, �And he�s ignored all of my
correspondence with him, unfortunately.� I would love to speak with him again.�
It�s wonderful to hear that he�s doing well, and still conducting research
after all these years.� And a collaboration with the Imperial Mages Guild� an
interesting choice,� Aryon smiled, folding the parchment neatly.� He stood,
walking over to a bookshelf nearby.� Alyssa watched him, curious to see what he
was doing.� Finally he took out a volume from the shelf.
�I borrowed this from him, many
years ago,� Aryon replied, handing her the book, �Perhaps you could return it
to him with my apologies.�� Alyssa smiled.� So this was where Baladas� old copy
of Nchunak�s Fire and Faith had gone.� She wished she had met Aryon
sooner � it would have saved her 200 gold.� Ah well.
�I will do so,� she replied,
feeling it was impolite to mention that she had just purchased a replacement
copy of this same book for him only a week earlier.� Aryon smiled.
�I would be most obliged,� he said,
�I don�t suppose he�s mentioned anything to you about his time on the council?��
Alyssa shrugged.
�Only that he left centuries ago,�
she said, �I asked him, but he wouldn�t tell me the reason.� He told me to ask
around and form my own opinions.�
Just then an Imperial man came in
with a tray of food.� When he removed the cover, Alyssa couldn�t help but
laugh.� Roast venison and potatoes� she hadn�t had such things in years!� Not
since� she shook her head.� No, now was not the time to reminisce on her
parents� death.� She took another sip of shein before settling down to her
meal.� It smelled delicious.
�Hmm.� Another interesting decision
on his part,� replied Aryon thoughtfully, picking up a fork, �Considering most
of the information you will hear about Baladas Demnevanni from the other
councilors is blatantly false.�� Alyssa stared.� She hadn�t heard anything one
way or the other about him so far.
�What kind of things?� she asked,
�I haven�t heard anything, although I did get some strange reactions when I
mentioned his name.�
�Really now?� What kind of
reactions?� asked Aryon.
�Well, when I mentioned that I had
brought him some books earlier that morning, your mouth promoted me to Oathman
on the spot.� I didn�t realize I was so close to promotion,� Alyssa confessed,
feeling her face flush again.� Aryon chuckled.
�As well he should have.� Baladas
did not relinquish his status when he left the council.� Performing tasks for
him are still tasks for the good of House Telvanni, no matter what the others
will tell you,� he replied.� Alyssa nodded.� No one had said otherwise, at
least not as far as she could tell.
�And when I mentioned his name in
the presence of Gothren, he suddenly seemed almost� responsive.� I don�t think
the Archmagister even knew I was there before � I was just hoping his dremora
would allow me to leave quietly,� Alyssa continued.� Aryon�s eyes widened.
�That is a bad sign,� he replied,
�It can take a lot to spark a reaction from the Archmagister nowadays.� He is
indecisive.� He procrastinates.� He is so set on the old ways of the former
Archmagister that he refuses to see reason.� He refuses to change.� He is
poison for Great House Telvanni.� Unfortunately, the other councilors are not
faring much better.� Therana is insane.� Neloth and Dratha are old and cannot
see past the ends of their own noses to recognize that our House is falling,
and they will be taken along with it.�
�I� did not have a good experience
with Neloth,� confessed Alyssa, trying to shake off the tingling memory of the
soul trap spell.� It still gave her shivers.
�That is unsurprising.� Our house
is built on individuality.� But in order to preserve that individuality, we
have to unite.� We have to form partnerships.� The world is changing � we
cannot undo the changes that have already taken place, as so many Telvanni wish
would happen.� We can either change with the tide, or be swept out to sea.� The
others are too short sighted to realize that,� Aryon replied, �But Baladas�
Baladas knew this.� At least he did once.� He would be a valuable ally for
Great House Telvanni, although the others are unlikely to recognize it in their
current state.�� Alyssa nodded.� She remembered hearing that Aryon was the most
political of the Telvanni mage-lords, but his words made sense, especially now
that she had met some of the other councilors.
�Why then did Baladas leave the
council?� she asked finally.� Aryon smiled.
�It was before my time serving, I�m
afraid,� he confessed, �Although I�ve been able to piece together bits and
pieces of the story.� And I can tell you this: he was innocent.� He was
framed.� It was Gothren and his master, Soryn Uvirith, who ruined everything.�
It�s as plain as daylight to one looking from the outside in.� But I suppose
the others are all too close to the situation to recognize it.� They don�t want
to see it.� They were there.� They voted Gothren into his position after
Uvirith destroyed himself and the House has never been the same.� They wanted
Baladas gone.� And Baladas� just didn�t care anymore.� So he gave them what
they wanted.� He left.� And now, it seems as though he remains indifferent to
the House.� But I find that part difficult to believe.�� Alyssa stared at him
in confusion.
�Baladas was framed?� Framed for
what?� she asked.
�The Empire.� The fact that Great
House Telvanni was too consumed in internal politics to fight them off.� There
were rumors that he sympathized with them.� Soryn wanted the outlanders gone.�
But he had already turned the councilors so against one another that they could
no longer unite against a common enemy.� Baladas was the youngest serving on
the council at the time, the only one untainted by Uvirith�s reign.� He tried.�
When that failed, he tried to make peace with the enemy so as to preserve our
individuality and protect our research efforts.� He had moved here to study,
and so was willing to accept change to keep his research options open, but the
others were not.� Uvirith pounced on this, calling him a traitor.� Uvirith�s
student Gothren was also popular back then, not the shell of a man you see
today.� But he was always too eager to serve, to rise higher. �I don�t believe
that Baladas sold us out.� He only wanted compromise, not surrender,� Aryon
explained, leaning back leasurely.� Alyssa was surprised.� She couldn�t imagine
Baladas ever caring about anything other than his research.� He didn�t strike
her as the political sort.
�But Gothren brought forth some
compelling evidence.� I believe it was fabricated.� After all, Baladas was his
main rival for power.� But the others didn�t care.� The empire wanted to change
us, take away our slaves, impose heavy taxes, and replace individuality and
freedom of thought with conformity and beurocracy.� Baladas didn�t want this.�
He couldn�t.� It was simply not in his nature.� I believe Baladas only wanted
to conduct his research in peace and was fighting to preserve what little
solidarity he could hold onto.� When the others turned on him, he left, and
didn�t come back.� It was no longer in his best interests to stay.� Or this is
what I have come to believe at least.� As I said, I was only a young student at
the time.� I have never had the opportunity to discuss these matters with
Baladas himself.� But I am glad to hear that he is still pursuing his research
interests,� Aryon mused, watching Alyssa�s reaction intently, �It gives me
hope.�� Alyssa could only stare.� She would never have guessed that her
sister�s lover had such a colorful history.
�And now he is bedding an Imperial
guildmistress and collaborating his research efforts with her own� most
interesting,� mused Aryon, �That would cause quite a stir in the council for
sure.� Best not to mention it, I think.�� Alyssa smiled, clutching the book to
her chest.� She was at a loss for words.
�But then,� he continued, �You are
of dual allegiances yourself.� Without issues, even?� I hope that this is a
sign that things are changing for the better.� The reports I hear from Tiram
are always so bleak.�
�Tiram Gadar?� asked Alyssa, her
eyes widening.
�Yes, you may as well know.� I
speak to him from time to time to catch up on things.� Informally, you see.� It
is in everyones� best interests to keep our two factions from warring with one
another, after all,� he told her.
�Yes� yes, it certainly is,� she
agreed.� It made sense, after all.� How else would Tiram have so much
information on Great House Telvanni?� But then, she couldn�t complain.� Tiram
had always been a great help to her.� And Aryon seemed a pleasant and
open-minded sort.� She wondered if he had ever mentione her.
�You�ll have to come back here
again sometime,� said Aryon, standing to shake her hand, �It�s been a most� informative�
little chat.�
�Yes, thank you,� said Alyssa,
feeling a little dizzy, �I would love to visit again.�� It was almost too much
information to take in at once.
�Make it soon then.� I imagine that
this time, old Baladas might actually respond to us.� With any luck, that is,�
he said with a wink.
~*~
Alyssa wandered through Tel Vos,
clutching the side of the fortress as she turned another corner on a spiral
staircase.� It hadn�t been difficult to find the Dwemer exhibits before, but
now she must have entered a wrong tower.� This place was huge.� Occasionally
she came across doors which lead out to another tower via a stone walkway.� Was
she walking in circles?� It didn�t look that way, but somehow it felt like it.�
Perhaps she should just go home, she finally decided.� She could tell her
sister and Baladas about the museum and let them find it again for themselves.
She made her way down, sure that
the exit to the tower was on the bottom floor.� She passed a guard standing
before a row of cells and stopped, gazing at them curiously.� The guard seemed
content enough to let her look.� There were vines shooting through some of the
cells, which appeared to be broken through and nonfunctional.� But on the other
side there were plenty of empty cells, only one of them containing a prisoner.
�Welcome to the Tel Vos jail,� the
guard said pleasantly, �We don�t get many visitors down here.�� She smiled,
taking the guard�s outstretched hand and introducing herself.� She wondered why
the Imperial prisoner was kept upstairs in the exhibit instead of down here in
the jail.� But then� perhaps he was telling the truth?� She hoped not.
�The Imperial guard locked in the
museum� why isn�t he here with the others?� she asked as politely as possible.�
The guard laughed.
�He�s on display.� Aryon�s idea of
a little joke, I think,� the guard smiled.� Alyssa looked perplexed.� But was
he a criminal prisoner, or was he kidnapped for the exhibit like he claimed?�
She shifted her weight uncomfortably.� She didn�t think she really wanted to
find out.� Aryon seemed so polite and well spoken� surely he wouldn�t do such a
thing?
After bidding farewell to the
guard, Alyssa continued downstairs.� She blinked, finding herself in a
half-completed room which faded away to natural underground caverns.� Perhaps
she had gone too far.� She could see light at the end of the tunnel though, so
crept closer to investigate.
No sooner had she stepped abord the
wooden platform than she fell, the planks giving way under her weight.� She
screamed as her ankle was twisted under her.� Catching her breath, she forced
herself to realign it and closed her eyes to summon enough strength to cast a
restoration spell.� Fortunately the spell took effect quickly, and she was able
to flex her ankle freely.� When she opened her eyes, she found herself face to
face with a lifeless skeleton.� So, it seemed she was not the first to fall
into this pit.� She smirked, looking up at the platform above her.� It wouldn�t
be much trouble to levitate out.� This individual must not have been a mage,
she guessed.
There were a few pieces of
parchment scattered around the bones.� She picked one up, quite certain that it
did not contail a spell � or at least not a useful one.� Just journal entries,
she noted with disappointment.� They were complaints about the tower�s
construction, for the most part.� It seemed that Aryon had hired a team of
Imperial architects to design this fortress specifically for his tower, and
then grew his mushroom right through it.� She sighed, about to toss them aside.�
Then suddenly something caught her eye.� It seemed the architects had become
trapped down here in the final stages of construction when the mushroom
expanded.� Two had been killed instantly, and the others were trapped and it
was getting hotter...� She glanced at the skeleton in horror.� Somehow, she
doubted that Aryon was as absent-minded as Baladas.� He must have known that
his own hired architects were down here � he ordered them here, after all.
Alyssa looked up, just in time to
catch a flash of light.� There were lava pools further out, but that wasn�t
what caught her eye.� Suddenly, she saw it again: a flame atronach.� What was
going on here?� The day had started out so well � she never should have
wandered back through the towers.� Just then, the atronach caught sight of her,
hurling a ball of flame towards her chest.� She panicked, reaching for the
amulet in her pockets.� In less than a second, she was gone.� She could sort it
all out later, back in the safety of the Ald�ruhn Mages Guild.� The other
councilors would just have to wait.
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Fall from High Rock