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Spymaster
Fehr looked over the exquisite totem, admiring the detail the lizard had managed to include upon it. Making his initial survey of the other man all the more fitting, Z'haeer showed more and more signs of him belonging far above most mages and wizards in the world.
"Interesting, it was not yesterday I saw something apart from the generic works done so elaborately. Though I would not need something so special for what I have in mind." he laughed at the thought. With such a skilled assistant however, he could perform rituals that would normally need whole covens, hiring the lizards company of mercenaries grew more and more as a winning choice. Not to mention the aspirations of the lizard, who would probably follow him for a chance at a position within the Thread.
"Now, for the ritual I had in mind, I'll only need simple totems and a sevenfold circle. Oh, also a drop of blood from everyone in the camp. As the ritual will cause them to be shielded from my curses." Fehr said. Amused thinking about the fact that while the ritual would surely shield them form some of his curses and other such magical spells, there were still hundreds of arts that would be able to get through. It all depended on the effort put into the spells. Taking some instruments from his coat, thin metallic wands used for drawing the symbols in his rituals. He could pour liquids through them to make fine lines, or just drag them across a surface to scratch lines into it, it was mostly mental aid for the practioner in which case.
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Thil'ierra was standing across the little clearing from Deadeye trying to get a good feel for the training-daggers she was holding, they had a good balance, but they were a bit heavier than her own blades.
"I can't really think of anything to bet, but I could do something for you I suppose, if that's enough?" she asked the other woman. The elven assassin didn't really think that she could beat the goblin even if it was only a sparring match, hopefully she wouldn't have to do something embarrassing if she lost. Deciding that she was as comfortable with the weapons as she would get she started moving forward.
"Here I come!" Thil'ierra shouted as she jumped to her right, coming towards Deadeye with her right dagger as she began to spin her left one in a circle once the right one was parried or pushed aside.
Fehr looked over the exquisite totem, admiring the detail the lizard had managed to include upon it. Making his initial survey of the other man all the more fitting, Z'haeer showed more and more signs of him belonging far above most mages and wizards in the world.
"Interesting, it was not yesterday I saw something apart from the generic works done so elaborately. Though I would not need something so special for what I have in mind." he laughed at the thought. With such a skilled assistant however, he could perform rituals that would normally need whole covens, hiring the lizards company of mercenaries grew more and more as a winning choice. Not to mention the aspirations of the lizard, who would probably follow him for a chance at a position within the Thread.
"Now, for the ritual I had in mind, I'll only need simple totems and a sevenfold circle. Oh, also a drop of blood from everyone in the camp. As the ritual will cause them to be shielded from my curses." Fehr said. Amused thinking about the fact that while the ritual would surely shield them form some of his curses and other such magical spells, there were still hundreds of arts that would be able to get through. It all depended on the effort put into the spells. Taking some instruments from his coat, thin metallic wands used for drawing the symbols in his rituals. He could pour liquids through them to make fine lines, or just drag them across a surface to scratch lines into it, it was mostly mental aid for the practioner in which case.
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Thil'ierra was standing across the little clearing from Deadeye trying to get a good feel for the training-daggers she was holding, they had a good balance, but they were a bit heavier than her own blades.
"I can't really think of anything to bet, but I could do something for you I suppose, if that's enough?" she asked the other woman. The elven assassin didn't really think that she could beat the goblin even if it was only a sparring match, hopefully she wouldn't have to do something embarrassing if she lost. Deciding that she was as comfortable with the weapons as she would get she started moving forward.
"Here I come!" Thil'ierra shouted as she jumped to her right, coming towards Deadeye with her right dagger as she began to spin her left one in a circle once the right one was parried or pushed aside.