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[conjuredskies]

He was standing in front of the ritual circle again. The wards were alight, alive with strength. He’d poured everything into them, to make sure. He felt safe and strong, bound blades in his hands, protected by his magic. Studying the thing inside the circle…

Only it wasn’t a sword, this time. It was Naugus. And it was not Naugus. He lifted his head and grinned and there was something far worse seething where his eyes ought to be.

You cannot bind me, he said, in a voice that oiled and bubbled with mocking condescension. A voice he’d heard once before. Felix had time for a spark of fear before the thing inside Naugus lifted his staff and swatted aside the binding on him. Through the collapsing wards he came straight for Felix.

Panicking, lost, he fell back with his blades raised before him. They were heavy and strangely shaped, but as the enemy crashed against them they laughed and the laughter washed aside his terror...


Oh, Sanguine’s sake, he’d actually fallen asleep.

Felix rocked back in the chair and scrubbed blearily at his face. Awful dreams, too. What had he told himself about falling asleep on daedric notes? Ugh.

There were footsteps on the floor above. Voices outside. He was supposed to have been long gone. He jolted to wakefulness and started scooping things into his satchel, sealing inkpots, stuffing quills and charcoal into his pockets, cleaning up as much evidencce as he could before he PINpointed for somewhere safer.

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[ixis]

((DEAR GOD awesome image. Wanna keep it in mind for a warm up doodle or something sometime.))