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Orzhov Syndicate
Azorius Judicial Chambers
Revan stood with Set and the other high ranking mages as they surveyed the ruined Azorius court. Boros policemen and local first responders crowded the scene, quarantining dangerous parts of the area and reconstructing the building.
"Hard to believe something like this could happen in a court." whispered Revan. The mages beside him began breaking off into groups, muttering to each other about the event. Apparently a subject charged with theft escaped his bonds and laid waste to the court and its constituents before escaping. Revan figured the police would hunt him or her down soon enough, but his priority now was securing the area and tending to the wounded. Revan smiled to himself, maybe he could do some bartering while he was at it, trading med kits for money. But no, he wouldn't be that cruel.
"Disgraceful." Revan turned to see Set by his side, a scowl etched onto his face.
"Disgraceful?"
"Yes. How could five high court members let some lowly plebian destroy their court and get away? Its nothing short of failure." Revan smirked at Set's reply.
"And what would you have done, killed hi straight out?" That isn't the Azorius way, you'd be exiled."
Set frowned.
"Who said I wanted to be part of that weak guild?"
"Well you certainly don't belong here." Energy sparked to life around Set. His eyes lit up with fury.
"Was that a taunt Revan?" threatened Set. Revan stood his ground against the mounting pressure.
"Just a suggestion dear friend." Set relaxed, eyes still alight.
"You know well enough what happened to the last person who challenged me."
"The last person you challenged was an artisan who didn't bow low enough." Immediately the pressure increased again and Set took a step towards him.
"Don't threaten me Revan. I can destroy you." He meant it. Revan remained unfazed and eventually Set stalked off, muttering under his breath. Revan turned back to the ruined building. In the back of his mind lay the Maze. He tried not to think of it, but the presence was always there. He needed to confront the presence before he could continue or else he feared he wouldn't make it through the trials. Without a glance back, he set out.
A few hours and a peaceful walk later, Revan was at the entrance to the maze. It loomed over him, light reflected off its carvings casting an unearthly light around it. Indeed it was unearthly, the dragon maze was a thing of the past, only turned to to keep it happy. Revan stepped up to the massive door and found the Orzhov symbol carved into it. He smiled. It may be the last time he'd see it. He recalled the times he'd spent travelling abroad, spreading the syndicate's ideas across the country. He'd spent most of his life travelling so it was no surprise he'd recalled those events. Yet it wasn't what he was looking for. He searched his thoughts, recalling a time when he'd been sung to sleep by warm eyes and a wise smile, a time when he'd spent countless hours in the sun flying kites, laughing with deep blue eyes and an enveloping embrace. He made up his mind. He would survive, and when he came back, they would be there. He touched a hand to the Orzhov symbol again and looked up at the massive doors. For some reason they didn't seem as big. In a calm determined voice he whispered.
"I will defeat you."
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