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Post by Kitsunegami » Sat Feb 20, 2010 1:00 am

When Jyya awoke, she still felt a little groggy, but brushed it off after a few minutes. She traveled through the grounds of the university to further locate her classes. She began to see traces of the ambient magic, she didn't recognize them since they were on the edge of her visual perception, but it was like a faint distortion in the air.

She began to hum a mazan lullaby she had remembered hearing as a child that just seemed to stick with her. It was a strangely melancholy tune, she didn't seem to realize it, but she began to quietly sing the song. The peculiar thing is that the words she sang didn't seem to translate from any dialect of mazan spoken.

((for what it's worth it's a Dyshulian lullaby her birth parents sang to her every night.))

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Post by Sade » Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:19 am

Luckily the rat brute was much less inclined to destructive behavior inside than out. After his makeshift entry into Caraennyn's quarters, he poked around various places, tipping things over, rummaging here and there, sometimes sitting for a few minutes against one of the walls. Occasionally the brute would absentmindedly 'speak' in much the same way as an infant or young toddler would- he quietly babbled meaningless semi-complex noises lacking in detail or translatable context but conveying a good deal of emotional meaning. The rat brute was happy with the room and its cat occupant- whom he recognized from the mud game- and just about everything else.

Things were making sense to him, things which he previously failed to grasp or even notice: the fact that the bed was not a continuation of the floor and wall, but a separate object to be pushed around; how the black marks on the floor, ceiling, bed sheets, and everything else do not appear magically but sprout from the cat's ink quill; how one could refresh the quills ink using a reservoir on the desk.

A distant memory, dulled to the point of meaninglessness, hovered within the stunted mind upon seeing the papers and books on Caraennyn's desk. The black ink markings here were controlled and organized into patterns very unlike the big swaths he had just made all over the cat's quarters. He felt like they were important somehow, or maybe... useful? Like a tool? But how could markings on paper be of any use? The question bounced around within his skull but ultimately found far to little space to stretch end-to-end, and so it faded away.

The rat brute finally slumped against one of the walls, no longer interested in the quarters' odds and ends. The cat appeared agitated about something. Maybe the cat would do something interesting or make more words with its mouth.

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Antinom raised his hands in the prototypical gesture of surrender the moment the inn's door imploded. Almost before he could react to their entrance, a fetching albeit inferior feilan was in his face, growling questions at him: "Were any more of you behind this? If so, where are they?"

"There are always others," the rat replied in sparse, accented Gawainian, hiding fear and exhilaration perfectly behind calm voice and cold eyes. "I can't tell you where they are. Maybe if you took me to your dungeon or torture chamber I would tell you." He found no irony in his choice to learn such words as "dungeon" and "torture."

Antinom had no interest in dungeons or torture. In fact, he was trying to get them to apprehend him and take him away from this section of town. He wanted to help them- rather, he wanted to use them by 'helping' them- but this building had very acute ears; any move he made against his allies here would not go unnoticed.

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Post by Rackenhammer » Sun Mar 07, 2010 2:08 pm

The comparison to a toddler wasn't far from Caraennyn's mind as he looked at the battlemage. There were always one or two around the University grounds, since magically-talented foundlings were often taken here. *A pre-neophyte, that's what he is. Maybe we should enroll him there. Could take a while, but he might learn to be a normal fur.* The thought made him smile, a little bit.
"Well, now, you seem to have picked up the curiosity of a true wizard." The cat held out his hand. "Would you like to go for a walk? There are a few people I'd like you to meet, and there are a few questions I would like to ask your... companions."

Meanwhile, Matteo had met up with Jyya. "A pretty song. I wonder what it translates to?" He wondered half-aloud as he approached the kangaroo rat. "Could I talk to you for a moment? There's a rather important task that's been entrusted to me, and I am definitely going to need your help with it."

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Outside the University...

"There now, old chap," the wolftaur Archancellor said in his attepmt to encourage Logan, "You didn't think we'd just leave you like this, eh? It's all right now."
Naismith wasn't sure if the University had a torture chamber. Probably it did; the basements, much like the Library, used dimensional magic to make the insides bigger. It was said that no one among the faculty had a complete knowledge of what was down there. It was also said that few wanted to find out. Naismith probably wouldn't have objected to leading a search party to find a dungeon to put the necromancers in, except that it would allow the trail to cool.
The Dean thought the same. Fortunately, when the enchanted crossbow bolt had blown out the wall, it had also exposed one of the many secret passageways. And it's a poor anti-necromancy wizard who can't track...
"Never mind all that!" Dr. Martin bellowed out. "I spy a rat-tail trail. Naismith, you and the Archancellor should escort the rat and Logan back to the UU. The rest of us will pursue. Move out!" And the Dean and her three remaining pupils did so, briskly following the trail of two necromancers in a hurry.
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Post by Kitsunegami » Mon Mar 08, 2010 2:33 pm

"I can't honestly say that I remember. It was something my parents sang to me while I was a baby. The words are the part I can't remember about it." Jyya said when Matteo commented about her song.

When Matteo said that he would need her help, she was a little surprised to say the least. "Well, I may be able to help. I'm very weak right now from my injuries. I'd say I'm at half-strength. So I don't even know if I'll have the ability to help."

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Post by Sade » Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:26 pm

The rat brute took Caraennyn's hand and, babbling more non-words absentmindedly, allowed the cat to lead him.

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Antinom frowned as a few of the University furs ducked into the exposed tunnel. He wasn't particularly surprised or frustrated at the failure of his short-lived attempt to manipulate them, but he was worried that his allies would simply vanish among the rest of the refugees. That had been the basic contingency in this situation, after all. They could then continue to blend for a while, wait for the 'heat to die down,' as some of the locals liked to phrase it, and continue on with their plans. Only one had to evade capture, and surely they hadn't both used the same escape route! Or had they?

He twisted around, trying to catch another glimpse of the open passage before the tigress and taur-mutation ushered him out. Had they? Had all this... fresh air and wide open sense of opportunity blunted the normally sharp minds of his so-called allies? If so, there was hope yet.

...

Footpaws pounded hurriedly against cool, wet stone. Invisus and Histophel hurled down the tunnel as quickly as their legs could carry them. They had certainly not managed to build a large brick and stone escape tunnel in the mere two weeks since there arrival, no, this construction had been here when they arrived. It was perhaps the remnants of an old viaduct or sewer system of some kind, but precisely what it was did not matter. The intact section ran all the way from an outlet near a small river, under the town, and right up to a place near the underside of the University Walls, where it was blocked off and protected by the same impregnable wards as every other possible point of entry. It was disused, abandoned, and apparently forgotten. As such it had appeared a fine escape route.

Histophel caught a stone at an odd angle, heard a snap, tried to recover, tripped with the other foot on part of his ridiculous outfit, and face-planted into the water.

Invisus snarled, skidding to a halt and rushing back. He needed the imbecile. The imbecile held most of whatever influence remained among the time-lost Dysuhlians. "Get up, get up!" he growled, grabbing at the other rat's clothes and arms, "keep moving, damnit!" The sounds of footfalls down the tunnel from whence they'd come spurred him on. There would be no hiding places. There were no nooks and crannies to be found along the entire length of the tunnel. Either they reached the termination point, or they were captured. "Move!"

"G-get your hands off me," the other screeched, swatting him away. It was no use. He was a truly powerful necromancer among all who remained, but his ankle was broken. He wasn't going anywhere fast. "Let them come," he spat, momentarily dispensing with his air of flamboyancy. He placed his foot gingerly against the cool stone, winced and immediately drew it away, yet managing to cry out defiantly, "let them try what they will! We'll crush them like we have so many others!"

Invisus dropped him like a sack and ran. He wasn't going to escape, not after wasting so much time jabbering, but he wanted to at least survive this day, and that called for as much distance between himself and the insane Histophel as possible.

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Post by Indrick151 » Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:37 am

Logan nodded dumbly as he was released, he was too exhausted to do anything but nod as they spoke, who was taking him back to the university? The archancellor? His exhaustion lasted a few more moments as he was released from the seat, the ropes binding him there were untied and he stood up. And then suddenly a wave of panic washed over him, his body going ice cold as he calmed down from his hysteria. He remembered Azzad, and what had happened to him at the hands of the rats. And suddenly the hysteria flared anew, although it was altogether different this time. He tried to push his way past the archancellor and the others, frantically trying to get out of the door, he had to see if Azzad was alive, and he had to help him, Azzad couldn’t be alright after that blast earlier. He was one of Logan’s only friends, and he’d tried to save him from those rats, and now Logan had to find him.

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Post by Rackenhammer » Thu Mar 11, 2010 2:43 pm

"What? Who are you talking about?" While the Dean knew of Azzad, the Archancellor hadn't a clue who Logan was referring to. Still, it wouldn't do to leave the poor fellow behind, whoever he was.
Naismith prodded Antiom, not gently. "Do you know who he's talking about?"

Dr. Martin, Kosygin, Meyer, and Rey pounded down the exposed escape tunnel. *Hmm... this is going towards the University walls. Does it ultimately lead to a way in? For us, maybe, but not those necromancers. I wonder if students used it to beat curfew?* But these thoughts were incidental to the Dean. As the rats could hear their pursuer's footfalls, so could the Anti-necromancers hear Histophel's screeching.
The rat's insane defiance had grown from an indistinct shout to decipherable words in little to no time. "Der Kreuz!" The Dean shouted out.
While the Dysuhlians had been in their 1,000-year stasis, the University had been active and practicing. Meyer and Rey prepared two spells, one a Dispelling Light, which tended to cut through magical defenses, but did little damage to anything else, and the other a Luxblade, which was pretty much what is sounded like. These two magicians sent their spells homing in one Histophel, aimed to intersect where his voice was coming from.
Kosygin and Dr. Martin, meanwhile, held their power in reserve. It did not do to underestimate a necromancer, but whatever he was planning, there would be one mage to defend, and one to counter-attack. Numbers and discipline combined were the strength of the University, more so than the power of any one wizard. It was probably the opposite among the necromancers...

****

Meanwhile, in more peaceful circumstances, Matteo was trying not to be disappointed. "I know it will not be easy. See, what it is we have to do is to somehow get through to Zodt, one of the few Dysuhlians who can be considered anything of a leader, and break through this barrier she keeps putting up whenever anyone from the University tries to talk to her. This will first involve getting past the guards. Now, there is one I know who could charm any male to do anything, but she is currently confined to the healer's ward, and... quite mentally stressed. At the very least, we need something like your calming spell, and might appreciate something along the lines of that transport spell you did. But if you don't have sufficient energy..."
The Lemur trailed off, trying to see a way around this dead end. Just then, Caraennyn and the rat brute walked into the hallway. Before anyone had a chance to react, Matteo rushed up to the cat. "Caraennyn! Just the wizard I wanted to see!" He turned back to Jyya. "As I was saying, we could lend strength to you, in terms of magic. Between ourselves, Caraennyn and I could bring in enough magic to suffice. And you! Brutus, or whatever your name is, you can help too! Provide a diversion, while we make an exit!"
Caraennyn looked confused. "What are you talking about again?"
"A top-secret important mission, for which you have been especially selected!"
"Umm, OK." Caraennyn was a fairly credulous soul, and lacked the inner strength necessary to resist Matteo's enthusiasm.
"Right! Now, Jyya, how soon can we begin?"
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Post by Kitsunegami » Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:26 pm

"Well, it took me almost a month's worth of stored magic to just form the gate and connect it to the leyline, and yet more magic than I would have otherwise had without overtaxing my capabilities. My injuries are the result of carelessness, and stress. I pushed my body almost twice over my limits, and it nearly killed me." she said calmly to Matteo, formulating the amount of magic needed to form, establish, and repair the previous gate. She scribbled down a rather complex magic circle with 13 'points' on the outside of the primary geometric figure.

"Before I can even get started, I'll need you to prepare an area with this symbol... twice. One on a level surface no smaller than 10 meters across, and again in the center of the symbol, the very size that I have drawn it at. I know I seem long winded, but I'm not trying to be. You'll have to get 13 magically charged catalysts as well..." she said, as she carefully sat down. "I'll see what I can do in the morning. I'll make that talisman for this person you spoke of, I can make it stretch to about 10 minutes of "clarity", but that's about all I can do if you want her calm and clear-headed."

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Post by Sade » Sun Mar 14, 2010 2:58 pm

"A lizard attacked us a short while ago. Perhaps that is the one the wolf is talking about," Antinom suggested, shrugging off what he perceived to be a trivial matter. The rat nodded down an alley, "he should be down there somewhere."

Just as their prisoner said, Azzad was found at the end of the alleyway. He lay on his back below a deep depression in the facing stone wall. Nova eyes, motionless and dilated, stared up past the University furs from a crushed, lifeless body.

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Histophel cried out in surprise as an unfamiliar spell burrowed straight through the fields of energy he had erected, then tumbled back with a screech as a blade of light planted itself deep into his left shoulder. The energetic destruction spells he had been holding at the tips of his fingers lanced out and over the top of the anti-necromancers' heads to blast holes in the walls and ceiling. Whatever strategy he had planned, whatever grace he hoped to execute, vanished in furious magical fire. He lashed out at each of the approaching wizards at random, creating vortices of force in the tunnel, blasting stones form walls with wildly fired arcane bolts, summoning undead creatures only to have them remain trapped in the dirt outside of the tunnel, and all the while snarling incoherently. This place, this cursed place and its cursed people. He would teach these pathetic little runts for this... this insult! -this affront to the right and true natural order of the universe!

Seconds after the battle began, the mad rat ended it.

Invisus made it about ten meters further down the tunnel before an implosion behind him followed by an incredible blast dragged him up off his feet and tossed him like a rag doll against the floor. Turning over uneasily and pressing a hand over a fresh wound on his brow, he realized what had just happened. Histophel had magically annihilated himself, drawing the sum total of his magic together and releasing it all in a single, concentrated burst of raw power, presumable aiming the brunt of the resulting explosion at the University furs. It was an ability first discovered and taught by the traitor Vedicus, and an understandably unpopular one: few Dysuhlians wanted to end their own lives for any reason. That was a job for the inferior races under their command.

He listened carefully for a hint as to the outcome. When the sounds of movement once again reached him, he let his head drop back against the wet surface and moaned aloud. These pathetic primitives didn't know when to die, did they? He didn't move. At this point, what point was there in running? Doing so would only give them the satisfaction of a chase, and the unpleasantness to follow would be the same. They would soon get here and undoubtedly shout something or other at him, pretending to have some kind of authority over their rodent better. A truly disgusting prospect, but an unavoidable one. So he stayed put and rubbed with paws wherever he hurt, which was everywhere.

The sounds of footfalls came near enough for Invisus and his soon-to-be captors to see each other. He propped himself up on a shoulder, and glared, and huffed, and seethed with hatred. It was that large badger, the so-called Dean of their University, the thorn in his side for the some total of his life in this age. "Slavery was too good for the likes of you, then and now! You would have served us better as a source of feed stock!" His eyes pointedly traced the Dean's large contours. "We should have slaughtered you like cattle," he screamed, not caring whether they could even understand him, "like cattle!"

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Post by Indrick151 » Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:01 am

Logan pushed his was through to see Azzad in the alley, and looked down on his friend’s broken body. He sunk to his knees slowly, hitting the ground with a painful thump, his paws limp at his sides. He couldn’t believe it. “Not again...â€
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Post by Rackenhammer » Tue Mar 16, 2010 10:55 am

The University furs around Antiom were unwilling to fully accept his dismissal of the matter of Azzad as trivial. Logan certainly was not, when confronted with the lizard's corpse. The Archancellor moved quickly to restrain the wolf, seizing him by the shoulders. "Logan, enough!" *Just how am I going to explain this to him...?* "Beasts aren't capable of this kind of callousness, this needless killing. Barbarian would be a better term, but you are not a barbarian. You are a student, a civilized fur. And the civilized do not do justice in private, but in public. This one," A nod indicated Antiom. "Will stand before the Magistrate in trial for your kidnapping, and for Azzad's murder. What punishments justice demands will be public, and humiliating." A bit of schadenfreude entered the woftaur's voice as he finished. "That how things work in a civilized country. Bring him along, Naismith. I trust you are well able to restrain him if he should run away."
"Certainly." The tigress had a smile that, while not exactly evil, was of the sort of happiness that anticipated another's misfortune.
****
Meanwhile, in the tunnel...
Histophel's frantic and quite insane attack put the anti-necromancers on the defensive, but the imprecise nature of the attacks made it fairly easy for the University furs to counteract them. Dr. Martin had been waiting for one clear shot at the rat... when he blew himself up.
There was barely time to put up a protective ward, but Dr. Martin was not head of the department for nothing. Kosygin got a rather large burn on his arm, but that was the extent of all serious injuries. "Come on," the badger rallied her TA's, "There's one more further down!"
Invisius too, it seemed, had made a stand in the part of the tunnel where he'd stopped. His pointed comments were more precisely aimed that Histophel's mad attacks, to be sure. The Dean looked as if she'd lose it with the rat, when Rey, a hyena, simply laughed at the necromancer. "Yeah, whatever. If your compatriot back there is any indication, it's even odds you'd have cut your own throats trying!"
"Don't laugh," interjected Kosygin, a more studious equine. "That may very well be how their empire fell." The horse's sense of humor was much dryer, and more spiky.
Meyer, a hedgehog, just laughed. He wasn't much for words.
Retaining some sense of self-control, the Dean called out, "Circuex!" With that, the four anti-necromancers formed a contracting circle of light magic around Invisius, It was not unlike the spell used on Histophel, except it added a restrainer spell to the mix.
****
Inside the University....
"Well, alright then. I'll get seven catalysts, Caraennyn will get six. I'll count on you for the Talisman, Jyya. Hmm, the tracing of this symbol could cause some difficulties due to time, though." Matteo went over the plan, such as it was.
Caraennyn spoke up here. "Actually, it's possible to project a design from parchment onto a floor surface instead of drawing it by hand. My Master taught me that as a useful field spell."
"Excellent!" The lemur brightened. "We'll meet in the healer's ward in the morning. Good luck!" With that, Matteo set off in search of catalysts for his 'graduate thesis.'
"Well..." Caraennyn turned to the rat brute. "Looks like we're going hunting as well. We'll pick up the needed objects on the way to the neophyte trainer's office, OK?"
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Post by Sade » Thu Mar 18, 2010 2:34 pm

(OOC: The correct spelling is Antinom, not Antiom.)

The rat watched with frozen eyes as the wolf collapsed pitifully upon the body of his- friend? Cohort? Family member, unlikely as it was? In any case the wolf was horribly distraught, and the rat felt a pang of what he figured must be guilt for the minor part he had played in the whole affair.

Before he had a chance to say anything, however, the distant muffled sound of magical annihilation broke the young wolf's agonized reverie. The fur rose and turned on Antinom, grabbing his shirt, shaking him, shouting at him, screaming at him. He accused him of being an animal, which, though the opinion came from a lesser classification of feilan, stung.

What was more worrisome, however, was the magic welling within this aggressor, manifesting as flame against his robes. He could feel the heat penetrating his clothes to the fur and skin beneath. Was this wolf going to attack him? He would defend himself in that case, but he wasn't a Necromancer, like Histophel, he was a Necromancer; a politician, a builder of agreements, a creator of plans, his power was the manifestation of influence, not magic!

"I, I'm sorry," he managed, the facade of cool collectiveness beginning to crack as he tried in vein to edge away from the taller fur and the heat of his spell-fire.

Luckily, the University furs chose this moment to intervene on his behalf, or so it seemed at first. "Beasts aren't capable of this kind of callousness, this needless killing. Barbarian would be a better term, but you are not a barbarian. You are a student, a civilized fur. And the civilized do not do justice in private, but in public. This one will stand before the Magistrate in trial for your kidnapping, and for Azzad's murder. What punishments justice demands will be public, and humiliating," the taur mutation was saying, "that how things work in a civilized country. Bring him along, Naismith. I trust you are well able to restrain him if he should run away."

Antinom flustered, in so far as his icy complexion, melted somewhat by Logan already, faltered even more as the tigress pushed him along. He could have dealt with Dysuhlian justice: his influence would have afforded him whatever leniencies he decided were due. Being humiliated in front of these people would be... irritating. That, and one other tiny issue bothered him: "but I am not guilty of these crimes! One of my cohorts seized- Logan, was it? The other killed the lizard. I think if you look into the matter, you will see that I never once laid hands on the wolf or the lizard, and I cast no spells throughout!" Let Invisus reap what his actions earned him. Antinom would not cover for him, not in the face of these accusations.

****

Invisus' innards burned with that special kind of deep hatred mixed with embarrassment, and the knowledge that one could not retaliate, no matter how strongly he desired to, against the undue offenses cast against him and the legacy of his people. His ears lay back and his face twisted into a snarl, sharp incisors bared, but he said nothing and made no further aggressive actions against his captors. He was not Histophel; he was sane. These furs struck him as the lenient type. They would make a fuss, parade him around for a while, and maybe through him in a dungeon for a while, but he would live. He would live, come back, and slit there throats in the night! Revenge, like true aggression, should be meticulously planned and cunning, not explosive and uncontrolled.

The restraining spell did not encounter any magical barriers, and Invisus did not resist, though the unfamiliar nature of the spell bothered him. These people had been changing and growing for a thousand years, while his were frozen in time. What else had they developed since the War?
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Post by Kitsunegami » Sat Mar 20, 2010 9:49 pm

Jyya took most of the rest of the day to rest her body before making that final talisman with the rest of her strength. She had a small meal that evening, feeling a little weak from using the last of her magic that evening on the talisman for Matteo.

She awoke in the morning and made her way to the healer's ward to meet Matteo and hand him the talisman before she went to breakfast. That talisman was the most powerful one she had ever made for her focusing spell...

Meanwhile, back in town...

A young mongoose girl, cloaked and hooded, looked out from an alley at where the necromancers had gathered the eve before. She ran her hand over where they stood, latent magical energies flaring slightly in the direction of the wall that had been damaged. The wall that had been damaged was the one the necromancers had fled down. The child walked down until she found Histophel's detonation site.
Master. I have located one of the necromancers. It's body is gone, but fragments of it's soul remains... were faint words that echoed slightly from her location, but her mouth did not move when these words emanated from her.

After several moments, yet more words echoed from her, I understand. If it will not submit, I shall deal with it. The child held her hand out, seemingly drawing in all of the ambient energy released by the final attack of Histophel. After almost 20 minutes the latent energy of Histophel was reformed into what was left of his soul.

Necromancer. Do you seek vengeance against those that did this to you? Those who ended your existence? If you do, you will allow me to reclaim your very soul.

Not that you have a choice...


((OOC: this child is like the opposite of the Majida. Where the Majida of Telemain's deconstructs magic, she can reconstruct "dead/destroyed" magic. However, she is yet further unique in that she doesn't possess magic, but is something of a magical void. Most furs that possess a strong magic aura can be tracked through it, she can be tracked by the void of magic left in her wake. Sade, this child could possibly be a tool of Vedicus', but on the other hand, she may not be. I'm up for chatting about it if you are.))

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Post by Indrick151 » Mon Mar 22, 2010 7:16 am

Logan snorted as Antinom apologised to him, his fur bristling at the insult, or perhaps it was bristling from the rage that was making his whole body tremble, the flames gaining both size and heat as Logan held him still. He wasn’t going to let the rat go, he deserved to die, to meet his maker. Logan wanted to choose the rat’s fate, seeing as though his actions seemed to hurt, maim, and kill so many inadvertently it only made sense to his maddened mind that when he set his mind to it that he could kill deliberately. His eyes glittered madly as the flames in his paws were reflected in the black pupils, the pair of them like open gates into a mind once calmly clouded by sorrow and guilt, and now unleashing the mad fury of the storm.

However his rage was doused in an instant, his shoulders were grabbed and rat was taken from his grasp, the flames still trying to bridge the void between the pair before dissipating as the archancellor spoke. Logan panted and growled savagely, his tail flicking behind him sharply, making violent motions as his paws clenched and unclenched. His whole body from the base of his foot-paws to the tip of his ears was trembling as he struggled to free himself from the archancellor’s grip to get at the rat. Their justice was too weak, how had it ever helped him or others? Furs were still dead! It was leniency that had let Amelangrien be locked away rather than killed; it had been leniency that had let him go free again! It had not solved anything. It didn’t fix the problem, and that was that the criminal was still alive, and they could still continue to harm innocents.

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Post by Rackenhammer » Mon Mar 22, 2010 10:05 am

The Archancellor let Antinom and Logan both speak. It seemed that their accounts agreed, which would definitely save trouble later on. Both, however, had fairly different analyses of the fact that Antinom was not exactly an active criminal. The wolftaur reserved his reply for Logan only, "We know, we know. That principle is written into law; what else do you think we mean by 'aiding and abetting'? I'll see to it that justice is done for you..." His eyes moved to the lizard's corpse, "...and to him." He motioned to Naismith, who had finished up with a binding spell on Antinom. "Come on then."

The group in the tunnel, as well, bound Invisus, and led him away, to be held in one of the magistrate's cells, enchanted for the purpose of holding necromancers. The two were placed far enough apart for them not to be able to easily converse, and both were informed that they would stand trial on the morrow for both the murder of Azzad, and the kidnapping of Logan. The anti-necromancy department set up shifts to guard the two, while the rest of those involved took a much-needed rest. Not one, except perhaps the Dean, spared a thought for Histophel, believing him to be quite dead and gone... never a safe assumption where necromancers are concerned.

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Matteo had had an unrestful night, tossing and turning with anticipation and worry. Caraennyn had slept rather better, after taking the rat brute to a faculty member who usually worked with the very young foundlings sometimes taken in by the University, and having her express interest in teaching the battlemage to be a full and complete fur again.
The two met up early in the morning, the necessary items stuffed into various pockets. They met Jyya outside the dining hall.
"Thank you very much." Matteo said to the kangaroo rat as she handed them the talisman. "Did you hear the news? Two necromancers are standing trial today. It'll be a perfect diversion!"
The group got breakfast to go, the lemur wrapping up some food for Amelia.
It was an easy thing to get into the healer's ward, Matteo using the same shadow spell he used to sneak in before, with Caraennyn in two this time.
"Amelia? Wake up, we've got better food than the bland breakfast the healer planned for you, and we're getting you out now." Matteo would have crossed his fingers had his hand been free.
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