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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MummyKitty" data-source="post: 2625685" data-attributes="member: 36179">Titus Creperius : ArrivalDespite a mere light dusting of snow whitening the landscape, a chill had penetrated Titus’s fur-lined cloak during the long journey from Fengheld.  The trek had given Titus Creperius, scion of his ancient equestrian family and journeyman magus of House Jerbiton, time to think.  Think about who may have cursed him with the appointment to such a remote convent as Teneo.Could it have been his own father?  No, he carried no weight in the council of magi, though certainly he had placed him in the school that had allowed him some mastery of his natural magical talents. Perhaps the Douche of Venice?  Again, a longshot.  Though he had been friends, or perhaps more, to his daughter, the Douche was a mundane, and was not a voice on the council. It must have been one of the other scheming archmagus, probably Murion of Durenmar, seeking to weaken the House Jerbiton by scattering its members to the four winds.  He had requested a posting at Triamore, or Ocularum… but it was not to be.  He glanced at his traveling companions.  What of these other magus who were to share his exile?  The deformed, muttering hunchback? Surely he would enjoy the isolation. And, Gasparius, of House Ex Miscellana? His beauty spoke of a faerie-influenced past, yet, Titus had caught a glimpse of his missing ear… it reminded him of the old statue of Trajan in his father’s garden, which was missing the same ear… though imperfect, it retained its noble and commanding air. Yes, noble Gasparius may find kindred spirits in this dark, uncut wood. He would have to make due with the seeds that he had been given to sow. Surely there was magic that could be harnessed in this remote area. And just as sure, mundanes for him to instruct and enlighten.  In this wilderness, forsaken by the gods, it was up to him to bring the niceties of knowledge and law to the people.  He would make the best of this situation! Refine his skills, master his spells, and return some day to the council and civilization, a leader of men, both magus and mundane!As the convent came into view, Titus’s optimistic thoughts came crashing down. Although the circle of stones was promising, and definitely worthy of further study, the haphazardly placed buildings, primarily of wood, that made up the convent proper were disappointing in the extreme.  Those must come down, to be rebuilt in a more permanent stone, at the first opportunity.  He mentally began planning a reconstruction of the entire compound along the lines of a Roman villa.  There was the perfect thing in volume six of De Architectura by Vitruvius. A rectangular courtyard with colonnades could enclose the stones…. A reflecting pool here, surrounded by the statue garden… But his thoughts were interrupted by a scream from the woods.“Ah, the denizens of yonder wood welcome us,” he said in rough German to one of the grogs nearby who was unloading his travel chest from their wagon.  “Are we to be treated to this sort of display every night then?”“Master, tis the witch of the woods, gone a hunting….” He replied, eyes to the ground.“Yes, what a hideous scream, and that must have been her bestial companion I wager….” He paused and scanned the treeline. “I look forward to making her acquaintance.”“I didn’t say the witch was a woman, master.” And the grog hefted the chest and carried it quickly to one of the buildings that Titus assumed would be his quarters.Titus looked for the men-at-arms. Although the light was waning, it may be worthwhile to investigate this disturbance.  But, he certainly wasn’t going to go alone...</blockquote>

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