"You can take him," Laurean scoffed. "For a price. I'm not letting a construct as complex as a homunculus go for free."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"You wouldn't dare." He wrinkled his nose. "Murder is punishable by death in this region."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
He muttered a swift, simple deflector spell and the attack ricocheted.
(Do try not to kill him though)
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Laurean did his best to deflect them but a couple hit him hard and he let out a shuddering groan, eyes rolling back in his head.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
As soon as the old man stopped moving, Kivvien put away his wand, immediately moving to search the room for his missing journal, and Hieronymus, who had to be somewhere nearby.
Hieronymus had stopped writing, eyes darting toward the door. He stayed still though, crouched under the bed.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Kivvien crouched down and checked under the bed after giving most of the room a once-over. And there he was. "Hieronymus..." he didn't know what to say.
Hieronymus was trembling, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir," he said shakily. "I'm sorry, he told me to and I had to do what he says, is he dead? Did you kill him? Oh my gods..."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
