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[NightShade]

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Some felt that they must be seen by the public eye, recognized and heralded as a great this or that. The spread of beleifs worked better in slow manners not the great rise and fall that came from showy battles or great acts.That which is insidious is best spread with care, secretively, unknowingly until those that would put an end to it are far to late. So that by the time it is challenged its roots are firm and unshakeable.

It was quiet in the arena today, and Ciara stood her hand open palmed to Shade. The five points of a pentagram marked on her hand. She snatched it closed and surely enough the spirit was caught. Shade nodded, good good my girl, you have done well.

She turned to the darkly cloaked figure intently observing and received a nod, she had taught this lesson well. She smiled, young minds were fresh, they were full of eagerness, in their own naivete quite a bit of power. To be channeled to be gently pushed in one direction or another. It didnt take much to build in them a purpose, a sense of wonder in things quite simple.

To top it off Ciara had creativity, a knack for seeing beyond the constraints of the light. Staying within the confines of rules was not necessarily key in this procedure. Nightshade had started out a wild card herself, a reckless havoc maker, chaos her only creed, no one would touch such with a ten foot pole. Many others had turned their noses up at her, seen no worth no skill in her. Yet Barl had looked beyond the confines of her rebellion and shown her how to channel it all into something useful. Reckless she had been true, but in recklessness there is an open mind, which few can say they truly have, tt was this that made Nightshade of value and it was this that made Ciara a candidate for her training...

Of course this was just the beginning, her thoughts turned to a cave far away and buried deep within it a regent so delicate, so essential that it would forge a great artifact, a wondrous item, that anyone would want..... She smiled to herself donning her cloak and pulling up the hood the black strands of hair fading to green about her face.

Mark this Ciara, time means nothing, there is never a rush at the cost of quality in this work. You will go far one day my dear, but we must Wait, we must bide our time as the darkness does. By your leave milord?

The cloaked lich nodded his voice a deadly softness in the night. You have done well Nightshade, and yes she may go. You I have further need of though, come to the tower. The tower walls were crumbled and aged and Nightshade stared upon them as she ascended the stairs. What secrets lie here... While others had slept or walked other realms, Barl was steadfast, working consistently perfecting his craft searching for new ways to spread its wealth, teaching and moving amongst the people. He was unseen and doing quietly what was meant to be done.

There Shade would toil her night away, working endlessly towards their project all preparations carefully made, all items in place, soon would come the day......
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