The door to the Duke’s study burst open as a golden-haired young man stord through in a rage. Duke Raugrave looked up, managing to keep his features smooth only thanks to the forewarning he’d received. He stood and folded his hands together, offering a short bow of the head in respect.
“Lord Jorlin. Welco.”
However, the young Lord of house Jorlin was not willing to stand on formality, not this day.
“They’re dead, Raugrave! Half of the Jorlin bloodline has been erased! What do you have to say for yourself?!”
Nostas Jorlin stord to the Duke’s desk and slamd his fists down on it so hard he cracked the reinforced surface. Papers went flying, secretaries and staff mbers, minor lordlings and ladies themselves, gasped and pushed themselves back against the walls, looking for an escape.
The Duke raised his head and eyed the young man before him. It was clear Nostas had let his emotions run away with him. Red eyed, red faced, his grief and fury were laid bare to the world with no attempt being made to control or conceal them. His father would never have allowed himself to be compromised like this, not even in dire circumstances such as these. At so point, the old had to make way for the new, and it had only been a few years since Restas had made way for his eldest son. Now it fell on the young, inexperienced Lord to lead his house in this ti of crisis.
“Are you insinuating the assault on the Jorlin manor was my doing? My responsibility?” Raugrave said, the warning clear in his tone.
“Our best Soldiers were away from the estate in answer to your call! House Jorlin demonstrated our loyalty and look at the result!”
“It is not my purview to ensure the security of any family’s private holdings.”
He didn’t say the quiet part out loud, though he hinted at it. It was none other than Nostas who was responsible for ensuring the safety of his family. If their estate was left in a vulnerable way, he had nobody to bla but himself.
Despite his anger, it was clear Nostas was able to interpret his aning. The Lord’s face grew darker still as he smashed the desk once more, the wood audibly splintering beneath his fists.
“The security of the province is your responsibility! You want to bla . How dare you! When the Houses hear what I have to say–”
As Nostas turned to leave, Duke Raugrave reached out and clasped hold of his forearm.
“Don’t co in here, scream at , destroy my furniture and then think you can leave without letting say my piece,” Raugrave growled. “Sit down so we can discuss this issue like Lords. You think I don’t care when so much of the blood is spilled? I take my mandate seriously, and your father is one of my closest friends. I grieve with you. Now sit. Let us talk.”
At least so of what he was saying managed to get through to Lord Jorlin. Nostas visibly wrestled with himself before gaining so level of control over his emotions. With a tight nod, he agreed and stiffly drew a chair back and sat down.
“Leave us,” Raugrave dismissed his staff with a wave of his hand before he resud his own seat.
The terrified n and won made their exit, taking only the bare minimum of ti to bow on their way out the door. The Duke didn’t particularly bla them. Though descended from the Noble Houses, they had not inherited the divine will but knew very well just how dangerous it could be. Just because it was illegal to use that Will on Nobles, didn’t an it never happened. How else was one to keep their distant relatives loyal?
“When did you find out?” Nostas asked, his voice still raw with emotion.
“I heard this morning,” Raugrave replied. “I assure you, every available effort is being made to locate the parties responsible. My investigators are only waiting for your permission to enter the grounds of the estate.”
“They have it.”
“A mont,” The Duke activated an array built into his desk and murmured a few words into it. Thankfully, the fine work of the Arcanists hadn’t been destroyed by the young Lord’s outburst.
A ro’klaw would be sent within a few minutes and reach his teams in the field in less than an hour. The best mages, Marshals and most senior Diviners from the church had been gathered to sniff out the culprit. No one could act against the Divine Blood and get away with it. This was the first and highest law of the Empire.
“Whoever is responsible for this disgraceful offence will suffer the full wrath of the Empire. You have my word,” Raugrave assured him.
“Even if it was another House?” Nostas demanded, his eyes sharpening.
So, he did suspect another House. What secrets did Jorlin hold that another House would be willing to break such a sacred law? The Duke had been too lenient with the Houses, he could see that now. All sorts of barely legal practices had flourished in the lax environnt he’d created.
“If it was, then I will petition the Emperor to Extinguish the bloodline,” Duke Raugrave stated gravely.
Nostas’ eyes grew wide and he settled back in his chair. He hadn’t expected the Duke would be willing to invoke such a severe punishnt. To destroy an entire bloodline was rarely done, only a few tis in the history of the Empire.
In the montary lull in the conversation, the Duke leaned forward and folded his hands together.
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“I know you are suffering, and what has happened to your family is terrible, but I must think of the province. Of course, no effort will be spared to enact vengeance, but at the sa ti, there are many dangers to us that must be taken into consideration. You have lost many mbers of your family, but many still remain. Avenging the dead is important, but protecting the living is more important.”
“Our manor in the city has been under lockdown since last night,” Nostas said, glaring, “and I have recalled our senior Soldiers from their duties elsewhere in the province.”
The Duke’s features tightened, but he let it go without comnt.
“If you wish, I will allow any mber of House Jorlin to live within Kenmor Castle for the next year. They will have my personal guarantee of safety.”
Another unexpected offer. Kenmor Castle was the most secure location in the entire province.
“I will take that into consideration…. Thank you, Duke Raugrave.”
“It’s nothing,” Raugrave said, waving a hand. As I said, your father is a close friend of mine. I would be pleased if the old goat was willing to spend so ti in my company.”
“I will let him know.”
“However, let us not forget, there are threats not even I can protect your family from.”
Even without being stated, they both knew exactly what he was talking about.
The Emperor.
If the Divine Court took matters into their own hands, there would be a complete and total purge of the western province. Not even the Nobles would be spared. Nostas himself may find himself the only surviving mber of his entire family, a breed horse kept in stock to preserve the Blood, shipped off to the central province and put out to pasture.
“If we don’t succeed in putting down the rebellion and completing the mission given to us by the Divines, then it’s over, for all of us,” the Duke stated bluntly. “I will be tortured and burnt at the stake, if I’m lucky, but the fate of your father won’t be all that different.”
Nostas grit his teeth and visibly fought against his anger.
“I’m aware,” he said tightly, “though it is difficult to think of such matters in the face of my loss.”
Preserve what you have left, then worry about what you lost.
The Lord’s lack of experience could be the death of them all at this point.
“I will speak plainly. If the rest of the Houses beco spooked and withdraw their support from our work in a shortsighted attempt to protect themselves, then we are dood. That goes for your House as well.”
“What do you want to do? Just sit back and act as if my Aunts and Uncles haven’t been brutally murdered?!”
“Of course not! If I must be blunt, what I want is for you to publicly affirm your commitnt to the divine mission and not to pull your Soldiers away from their tasks.”
“You ask a lot.”
“I ask for the only thing that will keep us alive,” Raugrave stated flatly. “I’m sure the other Houses are already recalling their Soldiers and preparing to bunker down in their estates. It’s idiocy that will result in all of our deaths.”
“It’s not idiocy to want your family to live.”
“Then it is idiocy to get them killed!” the Duke roared. He nearly slamd his own fist down on his desk, but stopped himself at the last mont. The repairs were already going to cost him a fortune, and he liked this desk. “We have been ordered by the Divines themselves! If we fail to fulfil their wishes, then nothing can save us! Any of us!”
There was a loud disturbance at the door, muffled speech that quickly transitioned to raised voices, then open shouting as soone began to pound on the door.
“What in blazes is going on out there?!” Duke Raugrave bellowed.
For the second ti within the hour, the door burst open to reveal sothing of a scrum that had ford just outside the door. The Duke’s personal guard had tangled with mbers of his staff who had been trying to prevent mbers of the clergy from bursting through.
“A Divine Revelation, Duke Raugrave!” the Priest called from within the pack. “The Oracles have spoken! A Divine Revelation, my lord!”
“By the Gods, let the man through,” Raugrave shouted. “Let him in here and get the hell out!”
“I bring word from the Temple, Duke Raugrave Kenmor, Lord Nostas Jorlin,” the Priest stated, red faced after the scuffle to get inside had finally resolved itself. “Only minutes ago, the Oracles ca out of a trance and communicated the words of the Divines.”
The Duke’s gut tightened painfully as he braced himself. The Ancestors could have said anything, condemned him and the entire province for their poor response to their orders, for example. He desperately hoped he would be given more ti, things were finally starting to turn around. Given a few more weeks, the rebellion would be crushed, he was certain of it. They just had to hold out a little longer.
“It relates to the attack on the Jorlin Estate, which is why I was sent imdiately,” the Priest heaved.
Nostas rose in his seat, eyes flaring wide.
“What have the Ancestors said? Tell imdiately!”
“The Oracles have stated that the sight of the Divines is no longer obstructed, and sees the face of their enemy.” The Priest almost couldn’t help but begin to intone as he passed on the words of the Oracles. “The Unholy Disease that has burrowed into the heart of this province is the spawn of the Steelarm heretics!”
At first, the Duke felt relief, he wasn’t dead, not yet. Then the confusion ca.
“Who? The Steelarm boy? He isn’t dead?”
“Indeed not, my Lord. It was he who assaulted the Jorlin estate, the Divines themselves assure us. He has been hidden from their sight by unholy influences, but they have seen his face at last.”
What was his na?
“Tyron?” the Duke tried to recall. “Tyron Steelarm, wasn’t that his na?”
He rembered the business with the Steelarms. An unfortunate affair, but one they had brought upon themselves. Now their brat was running around massacring Nobles? What was wrong with that family?
“Wasn’t he a Necromancer?” Nostas said quietly. “Are you telling a Necromancer murdered my family and carted off their remains?”
“What?” the Duke demanded, head snapping to the young Lord. “There weren’t any bodies?”
“No,” Nostas forced through gritted teeth, still staring at the Priest.
“He was. Is,” the Duke said, rembering. “He was a Necromancer. He was supposedly killed years ago. He’s been alive all this ti?”
How strong could a Necromancer beco in that much ti? Strong enough to assault the Jorlin Estate single-handedly, apparently. The more he thought about it, the worse the situation beca. This madman, possibly a gold ranked Necromancer already, now had access to Noble flesh? Noble souls?
Raugrave felt the noose tighten around his neck with every second that passed. This was a disaster. The Emperor would want to know, and he would. The Oracles would send word soon, all Divine ssages were relayed to the Divine Court.
“We have to find him,” the Duke ground out. “We have to exterminate him, imdiately.”
“Allow to take the lead,” Nostas said, rising from his seat, face tight with fury. “I will avenge my brother and retrieve his spirit, along with those of my family, if it’s the last thing I do.”
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