Final matters of House Fentyon of Halruaa

[Rogaku]

One moment and Harcourt Fentyon stood on a ledge overwatching the Harbour of Cordor and the next , he found himself teleporting to Halruaa's capital and took a brief bit of time to reacquaint himself. He sat in a small eating establishment in the capital of Halruaa, drinking some very mild wine as he regarded the surroundings thoughtfully and mused on the conflict he knew to be coming.

The world around him seemed to matter little, as faces would blend, the textures and details of the furniture, building and surroundings would drift into a grey mess, the only clear path to him would be the path out of the building and towards his familial Demense.

His slightly aged features wrinkled and skewed as he pondered what was to come, causing his mind to drift inward:

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~One closes too rapidly on death , and the other has reached his Apex... Soon the final duel will come.... soon I will possess all knowledge of the Ars Magica through the minds of two Brilliant stars~ spoke a voice in whispers in Harcourt's Mind's eye.

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He woke suddenly, his eyes widened as he blinked. In a flash, a lot of context came to Harcourt and thoughts drifted through his mind at such a speed they moved at odds with the dull and grey world surrounding him, coming to a singular understanding.

". . . he does not m-- why, Pater. Why?"

At this, he looked to his spellbook and immediately moved to the furthest of spells within, beginning to study their formulae and prepare himself. His memorizations shifted from that which he normally prepared and he hurriedly. He struggled some to prepare his spells, as a force was hindering his ability to focus though he fought through it with his arcane training and discpline.

After his memory committed the formuale he had in mind to memory, he closed his eyes once more and rested to rejuvenate the energies of the formulae, before he made his way back to a humble house and travelled into it's lowest level.

~First casting to grant Hyperacceleration .... Second, third and fourth to create beads, fifth to grant a second amount of hyperacceleration ... sixth seventh and eighth for more beads ... All beads synchronized based on timing..... Greed shall not win this day.. ~

His eyes adjusted to the dark as he rounded a stone pathway into a cavern where across from him, a man who would be his mirror image were it not for the more open-chested red style robes worn entered the chamber at the same time from another entryway. At the centre, an older Man whom Harcourt knew well.

"Pater." he and his mirror said. The older wizard looked between them with a smile. As Harcourt and his brother stepped to form a rough triangle, Harcourt and his Twin entering a circle ceperated from the third Magi who sat on a slightly raised dias.

A few words from Harcourt, and the world stood still for the other two Magi.. as time briefly unfroze, beads of heat formed in the air around both men, before time once more froze, and once it unfroze again more beads of heat formed around both of them.

"None shall carry the Fentyon name!" Harcourt's last words struck like a hammer to the other two present.

Harcourt's twin would look on in horror as he could not react in time to what was coming. His father however, turned on him with hate in his eyes and hurt.

"DAMN YOU FOR DENYING ME--" the elder magician's words were cut off as six blooms of heat, flame and force consumed the chamber. The last sensation Harcourt felt like a spear of cold piercing his heart, the power of his Father's Death Curse as concussive force and flame hurled his body back into the wall and a sickening crunch punctuated the ending of the conflict.

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Elsewhere in Halruaa, a notice was sent to the Temple of Mystra where, a few moments later wailing and sorrow could be heard from the quarters of one of the more experienced priestesses.

Fin.