Jackal Among Snakes

Their party of six stood at the bottom of the now-useless tower amidst the rubble spawned by destroying all its floors. Vasilisa kneeled over a body: Margrave Ivan’s. Or… just Ivan, now. In death he lost all, even his title. He was covered and dust and debris and mutilated half a dozen times but remained recognizable enough.

“That sort of power isn’t normal,” Vera said, staring at Argrave with her arms crossed. “To do this much damage? To destroy a tower made to code by the Order of the Gray Owl?”

“What does it matter?” Argrave replied. “We’re in this together. The job is done,” he emphasized, using the term ‘we’ to build a sense of unity. “I think you could do the same thing if you went all out.”

Vera shifted on her feet. “…no, I couldn’t.”

Argrave forget what he going to say, genuinely surprised by that confession. Vera wasn’t the strongest spellcaster, not by a long shot… but she was an S-rank spellcaster. Argrave had sought out blood magic because he knew it could be powerful if used in tandem with his other boons, and he needed this sort of destructive potential for the fights ahead.

You’re black blooded, true enough, but you used near a month of accruement from your bloodsucking bracer, Argrave reminded himself. Don’t get a big head.

“This sort of power is what you reaped from the living fortress, is it?” Hegazar chimed in.

Argrave held his hand out. “Not at all,” he assured.

“Maybe we’re owed a little more than what we got,” Vera continued. “Maybe…”

Vasilisa rose to her feet. “I’m more concerned with the flame. We’ll have to dig through some of this debris. And we still have an unsettled matter—the margravine needs to be informed of the result of our actions.”

“You two are good with people,” Argrave pointed to the Magisters, flattering. “I can trust you to get this news to them,” he said, stating rather than asking so as to brook no room for disagreement. “I’ll help Vasilisa clear a path to the flame. I’m rather unspent, after all.”

“Well…” Hegazar slowly nodded. “I know what you’re doing here by saying that, but… alright.”

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Argrave had a rather difficult time helping with removing enough debris to clear a path. He never learned any earth magic, as its primary uses manifested in architecture, siege, or the higher ranks of magic. As such, he awkwardly used his hands, wind magic, and grit. Perhaps staying in the comfort of Relize for a month had stripped him of some of his grit, because Galamon worked far faster than he did without the boon of magic.

Still, with many working in tandem, a path was cleared to the unbroken lower levels of the tower, and thereafter to a set of stairs that headed deeper. Just as Margravine Sophia described—and just as Argrave remembered—the path took them to a room. Rather unlike Argrave remembered, it smelled faintly of vinegar. And deeper in… they saw the Flame of the Tenebrous Star.

The black flame was held in a great pit of dark metallic rock, almost like a cauldron of fire burrowed into the earth. A stairway led into this pit, winding along the edges of the rock. Crude runes had been etched into its surface. They seemed to have some effect on the flame that kept it bound. Four other fires burned in the corners of the room, drifting towards the larger flame as though feeding it.

knees gave out and she knelt there, shaking slightly. Argrave knew there must’ve been a lot going through her head. She’d

grabbed her shoulder and said, “Looks

say things like that,” she shot back at once. Argrave looked down at her, perplexed at how he had erred. She continued, “The last

the waving black flame, an unpleasant memory surfaced. It was a dream he’d had long

now?” Vasilisa asked, rising back

but his mind was still occupied

narrowed her eyes. “What

Argrave

an unideal time,”

nodded, turning his back to the flame. “That’s

steps closer, eyes peering down into the fiery pit. “How is now

so said quickly, “Why would I ever do something so foolish? This flame is still a flame—it burns away. If it burns away the beast in Galamon

admitted. “But my niece is unrepentant in her support of the vampire hunter Ganbaatar, and I have compromised my principles more than I

was only so much longer that things could be delayed. To

then work on how we get it out of here,” Argrave decided, stepping towards the stairway winding down. He offered his hand

“Argrave…” Galamon called out.

the first step downwards. “I know that this is

smell of vinegar was strangely pleasant where they had been before, but as they descended lower it grew intense and overpowering. The potent, vaguely chemical smell was enough to make Argrave’s

the flame emanated no heat. As he neared, though, he felt a strange happening to the forces within him. The almost gaseous pocket of magic within him… it was usually so inactive

Her amber eyes were wide, and she was utterly fascinated by the flame that came ever nearer the further they descended. He smiled with

the end of the stairs. The bizarre juxtaposition between the wild and unkempt flame and the lack of heat around it was extremely jarring. This experience could not be likened to gazing upon a candle held close to one’s face—it was like having one’s head buried

hand and stepped within. Argrave watched her,

Argrave gave her a nod. As she was enveloped by the flame, Argrave swallowed

felt anything like this, Argrave! I feel… I feel so strange. My magic,

Vasilisa declared from behind, and Argrave jumped slightly. The Magister held her hand

his feet forward. It was against all instinct to step into a flame as he did, but he did it… and the flame seeped into

his journey here faded into nothingness, leaving his

certain point in

their place was a presence. Argrave’s head shot about wildly in panic, feeling as though there was something hostile to him at every point in the room. Vasilisa, Anneliese,

the Tenebrous Star that had permeated his being. And then… something new surfaced in his mind. It was a thought not