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Writer/Wizard/Mall Santa/Rasputin Impersonator
Location: Tower of High Sorcery: Personal Quarters
Feeling: Focused
Interacting With:Just chattin' with meself
Feeling: Focused
Interacting With:Just chattin' with meself
Nikomis Crimsongaze
The door swung shut behind him. His cloak billowed around his feet and he went; the Council of Archmages convened at the highest point in the tower. It would be a long walk, but it was all for the best. The extra time allowed him to compose his thoughts. He took in a deep breath and focused himself. It was easy to solidify his outer shell: every day of his life was nothing but a mask; people saw what he allowed them to see: a cold, unfeeling, evil mage. He donned this mask as he began his assent.
The inner calm was harder to find. His thoughts flitted from worry to worry, never quite settling. His mind buzzed with a thousand questions. What had happened yesterday? Were his worst fears come to light? And if so
how
? He had stronger walls than the Tower fortress--he would have been surprised if all the whole Council of Archmages could have broken through his mental fortifications. Was it possible? Could
He
have slipped through, without Niko noticing? And then there was Lindzi, beyond that. The girl was becoming a burden--an actual (dare he think it)
attachment
. He might even regret letting her go. And that simply would not do. The only way to stop was to push her away. But when he pushed her away... he tried not to think it.
All these thoughts and more raged beneath the calm exterior. Outside: deadly Black Mage Inside: nervous wreck. He wrapped these thoughts up, one by one, and burried them deep beneath the surface. There was nothing. He
felt nothing.
The only thing that matter were his plans--his progress. Everything
would
procede as he had planned, regardless of the Council's decision. If they disapproved, which he suspected they would, he would simply find another way around. He could make preparations on his own; he did not need permission.
When he reached the Chamber of Council he was empty, inside and out, filled only with a cold hunger for
power.
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