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The magister raises an eyebrow, studying the unusual face in front of him. Finally, he says, “If you’re no one, then it won’t matter if I kill you.”
True to his word, he raises his staff to fight—but hasn’t even uttered the first word of a spell before blasts of magic from Ashur, Dorian, and Neve all hit him at once. You’d love to help, but he’s just out of reach of your sword, which means that Tarquin, behind you, can’t reach him either.
Still, the three mages don’t seem to be in need of any help. The magister has already crumpled to the floor and, as strange as Ashur’s face looks right now, the man’s looks worse. You don’t know what kinds of spells your companions were using, but there are grey patches and tentacles in places where no human should have tentacles. Parts of his face are oozing.
Finally, one of your allies manages to loosen the paralyzing spell on your feet, although you’re pretty sure you’ll be walking funny for a while. Tarquin stumbles clumsily over to the magister and gives him a kick with the solid toe of one boot.
“I’ll call the Magisterium to fetch him in the morning,” Ashur says.