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Oh. I had assumed Edwin was there too. I'll edit my posts and you can assume Nyasuki has forwarded the address to you.

With clicking and thunking, The Archivist walked into the graveyard. He stood over one of the graves, his glass eye glowing as it ran over the rest.

The Archivist paused his walk and headed instead towards the graveyard.

Nyasuki rolled her eyes behind Harms back before taking the initiative. "Yes, Mr Akky. Mr Akky, Ms Naoko, Mr Omo, Ms Harm, meet Ghost. He's going to be acting as our firearm's expert." "Greetings, Mr Ghost. These three are the guys you'll be working with, with one more on the way and two more...

@Sanai, that's your cue!

Nyasuki nodded. "I'll get my bike and meet you in the parking lot." She stalked from the room, giving everyone a nod. --- The trip through New Eden was uneventful, though there were a few stops along the way, one of which was a pet store. Nyasuki pulled up outside a small building on the...

I went back and reviewed Chapter 3 for this one. Faust and Roland have just been through several days of fruitless events, and naturally he's a little worried that his originally stated intentions are being overlooked.

Faust nodded back, fighting back the urge to squint against the bindings of light that snaked through the air and raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Instead, he pulled down his goggles and gave a polite cough. "Excuse me, Regent, but I am... worried that the compact I made with the...

Got it. As for Faust's necromancy, its intent, and thus probably its feel, are quite different to other more orthodox forms. His necromantic sight is just one example.

And now I need a cheat sheet as to what's going on... Or I just reread it again.

Faust looked up from their conversation, suddenly realising they were back with the rest of the council instead of walking alone from the apothecary. He gave Roland a weak nod and took one of two adjacent, empty chairs, letting Roland use the other. He looked around, hoping to work out what was...

The Archivist closed the book with his right hand and unsummoned it with a swirl of darkness. He and Berkein turned to walk slowly towards the castle at a comfortable pace. "My liege is indeed a vampire." He tapped his glass eye with a skeletal finger, gesturing with his other for the banshee...

The Archivist gestured with one hand towards the castle. "My liege, who I foresaw arising, is responsible for the rise of dark magics around the castle. He wishes to draw in fellow members of the dark, to take into his service as lieutenants and advisors." He gestured to Berkein (the 403rd)...

*Looks at them with glowing eye* I knew you'd say that.

The Archivist's glass eye swivelled to look at the new arrival whilst he was writing. The fact that his glass eye was still looking through skull and hood did not seem to matter. "I am writing a report on new arrivals. This book is Herr Kompf's Culinary Killers." He shut the book, turned to...

The Archivist didn't turn to follow Sigmund, standing very still whilst making the motions of writing arcane symbols down in the book. His glass eye, however, rotated in it's socket, looking backwards through his skull and the hood of his robe. "Anything else to add before I proceed? The more...

The Archivist rose as the vampire and his servants came close. "Greetings," he said. "Do not be alarmed by my presence: I am The Archivist, Holder of the Seven Tomes. I foresaw my liege's return and offered my services as an aide, an advisor, a seer, a librarian, a mage and a scholar." From...

@Mello, you're the last one to post before transition. If you don't post within a day, I'll move on and assume you've got on well with the others, or at least not said anything of note.

The Archivist sat in the library at a desk. The shelves around him had been rearranged and reconfigured, and bits of ivory had been lain amongst the books. The orc campfire that had been in the room had been removed, a toe-bone golem nibbling away at the char that remained to clean it. He read...

The Archivist bowed once more. "Thank you, my liege." He turned and headed over to the bone pile. He summoned a book into his left hand, opening it in front of him. He began reciting something archaic, and bones began to shift and stir. Every so often a zombie would pick a bone from the pile...