Role

Chapter 3

Development of Enemies Within and Without the House
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The other masters of the house all knew what his mother had done. Of course they
were greatly offended but secretly curious as to how receiving such power at
such a young age would play out in the long run. Even if her child became the
most powerful sorcerer of their lineage, he would still be bound to follow the
rules and structure that made their house what it was.

Though he had very thin permission to live from the masters of the house, he
created for himself a very hostile and dangerous environment with his peers, and
especially those of lower standing then himself. He treated those truly beneath
him like common slaves and he treated his peers like those beneath him. Whats
worse, he was lazy. He didn't NEED to learn the basic spells everyone else did
because he was born into them. He was able to manipulate great feats of magic
with the slightest understanding. He had access to great items of power that
further boosted his abilities and self-protections. Talismans that made his
flesh impenetrable, clocks that made time slow down for everyone else but him,
knives that could capture the soul of those they killed. He was untouchable. He
was powerful. He was lazy. He over indulged in any pleasures he sought be it
food or slave. He kept his body in peak physical condition through body
augmentation. As he grew older he shocked everyone by foregoing any clothing or
robes as he traveled through the house. He felt his naked body was a gift for
all the others to see and admire. He gave himself a great set of ebony antlers
that could retract or expand at will. He did not hear the snickers that followed
in his wake and if he did he knew that jealousy was common among the rabble. His
mother was slightly embarrassed but after the first slam of power and fury into
her from his anger at attempts to discuss it she let the matter go. He had
finally become more powerful than even her.

And so his reputation fell and fell. He was the first in line to inspect new
found discovered artifacts, typically keeping them if he favored them and the
masters had no claim on them. He was challenged once and only once directly by a
peer. She was proud and angry at him for speaking down to her when she made a
slight mistake. She called him out to a spell battle, as was her right, and as
she was setting the terms of the engagement he removed an odd looking device. It
was black and looked like a water-logged stick, though not a wand. He simply
stated her name and snapped the stick. His challenger was turned to dust and
ash. He dropped the remnants of the artifact as if it was nothing and simply
walked away. Those gathered round were infuriated at the breech of tradition and
etiquette but dared not say anything.