The same very early morning as the scene in the Ratskeller Inn
Magister Hogar von Falkenstayn had already left the Ratskeller more than 2 hours ago. The tall but very slim man, with the striking white hair, the full beard and the small scar on the right cheek leaned heavily on his man-sized stick with the red gemstone at the top.
His backpack was almost too heavy for him, but it contained everything he needed for his project.
He had gathered the last information and reagents in exchange for favors and his last gold reserves at the Free College of Holt-Lindeck.
The infamous "De divinatione daemonum" by Magister Augustinius described exactly what he had to do and now, after more than 1 year of research he would finally do it.
In his memory palace, he went through the rooms where he had gone through the various steps hundreds of times. In the real world, he made sure that no one saw him if possible.
The magus lacked Jacob's talent to seemingly vanish into thin air, but he still knew how to move quietly and carefully.
There it was! The small warehouse near the river. It had cost him a good dozen magical services for the owner to have it to himself for those 13 days. 12 days of preparation and now...finally...the final steps to his first real progress on the road to retribution.
He had to hurry a bit, the ritual was strongest in the transition from Hehl to Solus. From night to day. And he was safest then himself. Many fools had misinterpreted the scriptures and tried the same ritual from the transition of day to night.
A brief tremor ran through his body. No fear! No....er was not afraid after all! Only...respect. That was it...
Hogar went to the door, checked the lock and the protective signs, which should prevent end-ringing of vermin of bigger and smaller kind.
They were both intact. A murmur and the turn of a key. A moment later he was in the darkness of the warehouse.
"Ljocht wekker," he muttered, and a small light appeared above his staff, bathing the room in a pale brightness.
Before him on the floor, the ritual place was still just as he had left it. The pentagram of silver dust and the circle of gold leaf enclosing it were absolutely intact. Thanks to the small protective spell.
Nevertheless, Hogar carefully put the backpack aside and took more than a quarter of a candle to go over and check everything again.
"I'll do it!" he whispers in a hoarse voice.
Magister Hogar von Falkenstayn had already left the Ratskeller more than 2 hours ago. The tall but very slim man, with the striking white hair, the full beard and the small scar on the right cheek leaned heavily on his man-sized stick with the red gemstone at the top.
His backpack was almost too heavy for him, but it contained everything he needed for his project.
He had gathered the last information and reagents in exchange for favors and his last gold reserves at the Free College of Holt-Lindeck.
The infamous "De divinatione daemonum" by Magister Augustinius described exactly what he had to do and now, after more than 1 year of research he would finally do it.
In his memory palace, he went through the rooms where he had gone through the various steps hundreds of times. In the real world, he made sure that no one saw him if possible.
The magus lacked Jacob's talent to seemingly vanish into thin air, but he still knew how to move quietly and carefully.
There it was! The small warehouse near the river. It had cost him a good dozen magical services for the owner to have it to himself for those 13 days. 12 days of preparation and now...finally...the final steps to his first real progress on the road to retribution.
He had to hurry a bit, the ritual was strongest in the transition from Hehl to Solus. From night to day. And he was safest then himself. Many fools had misinterpreted the scriptures and tried the same ritual from the transition of day to night.
A brief tremor ran through his body. No fear! No....er was not afraid after all! Only...respect. That was it...
Hogar went to the door, checked the lock and the protective signs, which should prevent end-ringing of vermin of bigger and smaller kind.
They were both intact. A murmur and the turn of a key. A moment later he was in the darkness of the warehouse.
"Ljocht wekker," he muttered, and a small light appeared above his staff, bathing the room in a pale brightness.
Before him on the floor, the ritual place was still just as he had left it. The pentagram of silver dust and the circle of gold leaf enclosing it were absolutely intact. Thanks to the small protective spell.
Nevertheless, Hogar carefully put the backpack aside and took more than a quarter of a candle to go over and check everything again.
"I'll do it!" he whispers in a hoarse voice.