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The village of Hearthbow is, for the most part, The village was crawling with Rhyle. Soldiers in black specialist uniforms with the insignia of the Stewards patched on their shoulder roamed the streets, with Mages of almost all calibers walking with them. They were scattered throughout the...

The Black Nail thought for a moment, considering the new information. ?Any input on this Baltreth?? ?I remember the Rhyle. Abominations and monstrosities. Shells empty of their once great majesty. Reduced to the playthings of mortals and degenerates. I pity them. I have no love for the...

Sinclair stayed quiet for a moment, deep in thought. "Yes, it does seem likely that the Black Rose will be involved here. Though this news of a betrayal is worrying. I would suggest you get Gray on that. We cannot afford a schism at the moment."

Sinclair narrowed his eyes in thought. Baltreth was merely amused. 'Ooohhh. You can't kill anyone! Does that make you sad Sinclair? Oh no! I can't kill anyone! For shame! What would my Thaumaturgist friends think!' "Hush Baltreth." Sinclair muttered before turning to Anastasia's curious...

Sinclair had been busy creating another communications array, this time written with the ink bottle he had found earlier. Instead of using blood as the main ingredient he had use it as a catalyst, putting several drops of his blood into the bottle before he began construction on the desk in his...

Baltreth hesitated for a moment, a fraction of a second, before returning to his idle state and shrugging. "Very well. Keep in mind Phaedra that you can only operate for so long as a singular entity. You will need help soon, either from us, your siblings, or from these mortals, whom you...

Baltreth sighed. "You always were a direct one. Fine. I come for two reasons, one between my Host and myself, and the other simply from me. The one between my Host and I is a relatively simple one. He fears that the problem regarding the Destroyer is massive in size and scale. As such, a...

Baltreth moved lazily, almost like he thought it was a short trek to the woods. "So Phaedra." Baltreth began as he casually picked the dirt out from under his host?s fingernails ?What do you think of your Host hmm? My host seems to be highly sociopathic, caring for little beyond his goals and...

?Hmm. Intersting. I think he would be of use. ?I?m sure. ?Alright. Now go! Talk to your brother why won?t you?? Sinclair?s eyes grew a bloody red, ethereal horns forming on his head. Baltreth looked down at his hands, studying them intently before turning to Phaedra. The body?s stance...

Sinclair hummed. "Yes well, that is one acceptable manner of thought. Kill one to save others is an acceptable route. There are others though of the, 'destroy their weapons before they could use it' route. Or 'kill them both' or other ways I could muck up your metaphor." "Still, last...

Sinclair laughed. "Oh wow. Oh dear. That is amusing." he grinned, looking at Selene. "The Sanguimancer, the master Interrogator of the guardians. The man who authorizes the tortures of dozens to help people? Oh that is both rich and ironic, mostly ironic, because it seems that the Guardians...

Sinclair smiled. "See these people Master Selene? These people are the true believers. The ones who believe in Grey and, apparently, Kin himself. Such faith. Enough faith to have assaulted a dangerous gulag within the Soviet Union to rescue this man." He chuckled, a soft, amused chuckle...

Sinclair gave a wide smile. "I'm sure you have, being the Guardians' Prime Interrogator after all." He shrugged however. "Nonetheless, beyond the crimes I've committed against the Guardians, ask yourself this. At the moment, you are both a Guardian and an Illrian Knight. As a Knight, you are...

Sinclair also chuckled in response, giving no sign to the visions in his head. "I suppose. A message was sent tonight, and I suggest that you and your friends prepare judiciously. I certainly will." At his curious face, he considered what to tell him. Shrugging, he decided to tell all for...

Sinclair's escape from the Gulag was not pleasant. There was an excessive amount of screaming and pain echoing around the place as the enemy attempted to keep their prison intact. As it was, the Hellfire that Sinclair had started both at the beginning of the attack and through the head exploding...