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Registered: 08-2012
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Burning the old.


It was another quiet, uneventful night in Bodkin. A handful of guards stood watch at the towns entrances, but other than a couple of meandering drunks it seemed no-one else was out. Except Aeron. He'd snuck in through the towns northern border, quietly clip-clopping out of the treeline on horseback. His clothes were dark, wrapped in a dark cloak with its hood drawn up; the attire of someone intent on doing things they shouldn't.

The mighty black warhorse, stripped of armour plating and laden only with saddle and saddlebag, carried him around the back of DeBois, around the peasants hut, to Phaeron's run down cottage. He circled it a few times, looking for the best angle of attack. The low window at the front seemed ideal.

Aeron reached into his saddle bag and drew out a small bronze device, set with a red gem in its core. He tweaks and fiddles with the dials, then draws several unlit torches from his pack. They are all set alight in one burst of flame, then tossed in through the Ex-Constables window, the shattering of the window pane raising the attention of the local guards. They call out to the arsonist and their fellows, while beyond the window an orange glow grows brighter.

Arrows start to fly in his direction as he surveys the town for an escape route. With a flick of the reins his warhorse bolts East, leaps the wall and thunders off into the forest. Before they get too far Aeron takes a small mirror from his pack and holds it up before him as he rides, a myriad of landscape twist and blend into each other across its arcane face. He concentrates and brings a swirl of magic into being ahead of them, it spirals out into a large magic door leading somewhere far away. Galloping forth, his warhorse charges straight into it and leaps through with a bone-chilling whinny. The sound of hooves retreats into the distance and the portal snaps short moments after.

The rider and any trace of him was gone, leaving the homestead of the once-great hero Phaeron Dax to be consumed from within in a fierce inferno. The only marker of anyone claiming responsibility was the following card, found near enough to the charred ruins of the burned out husk to perhaps be of significance without being damaged itself, should anyone care to look.


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