Endric II - New Found Burdens

"Virtue in leadership is found in the mean between pride and humility; too much of one breeds arrogance, too much of the other fosters timidity. A wise ruler walks the narrow path between, guided by reason and tempered by justice. A true King may never be a saint, for the duty of a king sometimes involves rather unsaintly necessities"

• Attributed to High King Octavianus I Solorian, 959 AC.

Endric woke with a start, the soft light of dawn filtering through the narrow window of his quarters. His hand instinctively reached out for Philoma, but only the cool emptiness of the sheets greeted him. A sharp pang twisted in his chest. She must have left in the early hours, careful not to be seen. Resigned to his fate, Endric sat up, rubbing his eyes. The throbbing headache that had plagued him was now mercifully gone, but he cursed under his breath upon realizing he had missed dawn prayer. The sigh that escaped his lips carried with it a mix of frustration and acceptance.

He rose from the bed, the lingering warmth of sleep clinging to his body, and noticed his second uniform neatly folded at the foot of the bed—a parting gift from Philoma. A small note rested atop the pile. Endric placed it on his desk, intending to read it later. He needed to clear his head before the introductions, and there was only one place that could help with that. Grabbing his coin pouch, he left his quarters and made his way to the bathhouse on the third tier of the Tower Citadel.

The bathhouse was already bustling with activity when he arrived. Steam thickened the air, swirling with the scents of lavender and eucalyptus. Endric approached the receptionist, an elderly woman named Byresse. Her wrinkled face, framed by thin, graying hair, creased into a toothless grin that was more unsettling than welcoming.

"Ah, Mage Aragaust! Where have you been? Three months away and now you come skulking back," she teased, her voice rasping like worn parchment.

Endric forced a smile, his patience already wearing thin. "Primemage now, actually. Just a private tub today."

Byresse chuckled, her laughter dry and crackling. "Still embarrassed, are we? Or is it that you just don't want to be seen in the buff?"

Endric's smile tightened, his eyes narrowing. "Mind your business, Byresse. Unless this is your rather odd way of flirting." Her toothless grin widened, revealing gums that had long since surrendered their last teeth. The sight, combined with the persistent drool at the corners of her mouth, churned Endric’s stomach.

She cackled, waving him off. "Go on then, your usual spot. But you know, a little help wouldn't hurt," she added, her voice thick with unwanted familiarity.

Endric dismissed her comment with a curt nod, pushing past her and heading toward the private tubs at the back. Closing the door behind him, he let out a long breath, relieved to escape Byresse’s presence. He set his uniform on a small bench and approached the tub, steam rising from the water’s surface like a beckoning mist. He began to undress, his movements deliberate and slow.

His gloves were the first to go, and as he peeled them away, he couldn’t help but glance at his hands—marred by silver arcane scarring. The jagged lines crisscrossed his skin like the veins of a leaf or lightning in a storm, a constant reminder of a past he’d rather forget. Each scar whispered of his troubled youth, of pain and power intertwined. He averted his gaze, but the marks seemed to burn into his vision, a ghostly reminder that refused to fade.

With a deep breath, he hurried into the water, the heat wrapping around him like a comforting shroud. The warmth seeped into his tense muscles, easing the tightness in his chest, but it did little to soothe the turmoil in his mind. He leaned back, closing his eyes, trying to push away the memories. Today wasn't about the past; it was about the future. His new Circle awaited, and he had to be ready to lead them. Weakness was not an option.

As he soaked, his thoughts drifted to the members of his Circle. Tabi came to mind first, the young Paramage who had been by his side for years. Tabi’s nervous grin and unwavering loyalty had always been a comfort. Cydia, with over two decades of experience as an Elementalist, was a mystery—why hadn’t she been promoted yet? Then there was Galient, only a few years older than Endric, and a fellow Lorinauthi. Surely that connection would ease their interactions. The others—Daud, Yvionne, and Leanora—were unknowns, and it was up to Endric to mold them into a cohesive unit. He sighed, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him like the water surrounding him. He grabbed the brush and began scrubbing his skin, desperate to rid himself of the briny smell, but it felt like he was trying to cleanse more than just his body.

Endric emerged from the bath, the water dripping from his body in rivulets. He dried off quickly, pulling his chemise over his head and fastening his black linen pants with meticulous care. Each knot of his black leather doublet was tied with precision, the evenness of the slack on either side a small victory over the chaos of the day. He slipped into his boots, ensuring they were perfectly aligned, before turning to the looking glass.

He chewed on a piece of charcoal mixed with lemon zest and mint, the bitter taste scraping away the remnants of sleep from his mouth. The herbal water he rinsed with stung his gums, a sharp reminder of his negligence in Khamet. Spitting out the water, he polished his teeth with a rag, each stroke a silent promise to do better.

Satisfied with his appearance, he applied a pomade of animal fat scented with lavender, smoothing his hair into place. His wide-brimmed cap, the left flap pinned up with a silver brooch, completed the look. As he wrapped himself in the Inquisitor's cape, he tugged his gloves back on, the familiar weight of them a comfort. Finally, he was ready.

The walk back to his quarters was brisk, the heavy weight of his cape billowing behind him. Once inside, he sat down to review the documents detailing the backgrounds and capabilities of his new Circle members. The names and titles swirled in his mind as he pieced together a picture of his team. Satisfied with his understanding, he rose and made his way to the Inquisitor's main office.

The office buzzed with activity—voices murmuring, quills scratching against parchment. Endric approached Lorenna’s desk, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked up from her work.

"Ah, Primemage Aragaust. Back from your assignment, I see," she said, her tone neutral, but her gaze probing.

"Good morning, Rune Scribe Lorenna," Endric replied, nodding his head in acknowledgment. "I'm here to collect the package for my Circle."

Lorenna retrieved a small, ornate box from under her desk, her movements deliberate. "Here it is. Pins of the desired emblem for all your Circle members. The Torch casting out the Darkness, with the words inscribed: Ordineae Lumini."

Endric accepted the box, his fingers brushing over the intricate design on the lid. "Thank you, Lorenna," he said, hesitating for a moment as he searched for the right words.

Lorenna raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Congratulations on your promotion, Endric. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone as young as you receive such responsibility."

Endric forced a smile and nodded. "Thank you. It’s much appreciated."

Lorenna’s expression softened slightly. "You’ve earned it. I remember when you first arrived here. You've come a long way."

"Thank you, Lorenna," Endric replied, his voice sincere. "I appreciate that. It's been a long journey, and I couldn’t have done it without the support of people like you."

Lorenna nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Remember, leadership isn’t just about power. It's about responsibility and setting an example. You have the potential to be a great leader. Don’t let the pressure get to you."

"I won’t," Endric promised. "I’ll do my best." But even as he spoke, a thread of irritation wove through him. Did she think him so green that he needed reminding of such basics? The thought gnawed at him as he made his way to meeting room six, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions.

The room was plain, utilitarian, with unadorned stone walls and a high ceiling that lent an air of stark simplicity at the front of the room was a lectern. A large, well-worn u-shaped wooden table dominated the center, surrounded by simple chairs, facing the lectern. The Circle members, engaged in low conversations, fell silent as Endric entered, their gazes snapping to him with palpable anticipation. The few candles lit high on the walls cast a dim, warm glow, deepening the shadows in the room. At the back wall were a row of chairs, that Endric could spot Talimane, and Madrian dry looks on their faces. 

Endric’s entrance cut through the murmur of voices like a knife, leaving an almost tangible silence in its wake. The weight of their collective gaze bore down on him, the gravity of the moment not lost on him. He placed the box on the lectern with deliberate care, then removed his hat, setting it atop the box. With a deep breath, he began his introduction.

"Good morning. I am Endric Aragaust, your new Circle leader. I am honored to wield all elements and am an Elementalist. I graduated at the top of my class during my training—"

Before he could continue, Galient interrupted with a smirk, "I remember seeing you embarrass Mateo Anno'Talorian in that duel. Quite a sight."

A brief, uncomfortable shift from Talimane, Mateo's uncle, was noted, but Endric didn’t miss a beat. "My journey here has been marked by various challenges, but perhaps the most significant was my recent mission in Northern Khamet. There, I was tasked with infiltrating and dismantling a Karthist Cabal. It was a dangerous mission, and I had to proceed without the support of the 13th Circle. Essentially assigning me a suicide mission.” Endric paused, glancing at Talimane, whose face was as cold as morning stone. “By the grace of the Almighty, I was able to slay the entire cabal singlehandedly." He caught Leanora's gaze, her eyes sharp with curiosity at the mention of the Almighty.

Endric’s eyes swept over his new Circle, reading their reactions. "I must emphasize that it was the Almighty who guided my hands. It was not by my strength alone that I succeeded, but through His guidance and support. I cannot take full credit for the success of that mission. It was a humbling experience, and it reinforced my belief in our duty to serve with humility and dedication. As your leader, I will strive to uphold these values learned through my trials, and ensure that we work together as a cohesive unit, drawing on our strengths and supporting one another."

He let his words linger, watching as they took root in the minds of his Circle. "I am eager to learn from each of you and to see how we can grow stronger together. Our mission is to protect and serve, and I am confident that, with your unique talents and dedication, we will achieve great things. Let’s face the challenges ahead with courage and unwavering resolve."

The room filled with applause, and Endric felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Even Talimane and Madrian participated, albeit reservedly.

Endric turned to his new subordinates. “I know many of you by either face or name, but little else. I have worked with some of you before, as an Auxiliary mage, I bounced around circles over the last four years. Most notably, Cydia—you were my first circle assignment with the 53rd, where we worked closely together investigating heretical materials. I mention this not as an indicator that I know you well, rather as an indicator that I don’t, outside of my limited exposure to you all. Please, Cydia, introduce yourself to me and everyone, and then we will continue around the circle.”

Cydia, a woman in her early forties with a warm smile, spoke first. "I am Cydia Orclain, an Elementalist from Ghallaire. I control Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Frost. With twenty-three elemental spaces and a capacity of eighteen hundred heartbeats, I’ve been a mage for over twenty years." She turned to the rest of the table. “In my twenty years, I have seen much talent. But Endric is an enigma. Dignified in every element with high elemental space and arcane capacity. I’ve not only witnessed him balance complex invocations single-handedly, which is impressive; but the speed in which he does it is what amazes me. Primemage Endric, you are a true talent.” Endric almost teared up hearing that. Besides Philoma, that might have been the most praise he had ever received.

Galient was next. "I’m Galient, from Lorinauth. I wield six elements, including Lightning, Fire, Earth, Water, Air, and Frost, with twenty-eight elemental spaces and a capacity of fifteen hundred heartbeats. I love exploration and philosophical discussions."

Daud, a serious-looking man, nodded curtly. "Daud Argyle, Rune Smith from Tuetonia. I work with Fire, Water, Air, and Aether. Thirteen elemental spaces, capacity of eighteen hundred heartbeats. Please put your confidence in me that I will be able to design invocations for any mission we are assigned."

Tabi, who had been standing off to the side, stepped forward. "Tabi son of Tabi, Harvester from Paladine. I can harness all seven elements, though I only have two spaces and a capacity of one hundred twenty-five heartbeats. I’m here to support and serve the Circle. I have worked closely with Primemage Endric, and one thing I can say is he truly cares for those under his authority. He genuinely will not ask you to do something he would not do himself." Endric couldn't help but think back to Tabi helping him to his room after a night at the alehouse, packing his belongings without complaint.

When Leanora's turn came, she stood, her presence calm and serene, as if she were always at peace. Endric remembered she was twenty years old, but her face looked younger. Her blonde hair framed her face beneath the traditional Arcanist’s veil that women arcanists of the past wore. Her green eyes sparkled with a gentle warmth, and her smile was inviting, radiating kindness. Soft-spoken, she projected an aura of quiet strength.

"Greetings, I am Leanora Savaria, a Demimage, specializing as a Luminarian. I hail from Elgalland, and come from a family of nine children, so I promise, I am well-equipped to handle the many personalities of this group,” she said with a light chuckle, earning a few smiles around the table. Nine children? Nether, Endric thought. “My elemental anointments include all seven elements. I am here to learn and grow under your guidance, Primemage Aragaust, and I hope to contribute my skills to the success of our Circle." She smiled warmly at the group, her compassionate nature evident in her demeanor.

Then Archmage Talimane interrupted. “Leanora, you are much too modest for your own good. Not only does she wield all seven elements, she has a particular affinity for Aether, unlike anything the High Court has seen. Additionally, when she breathes Arcana into her heart, we have counted over eight thousand heartbeats before the Arcana starts to fade.”

Leanora’s cheeks reddened as she hastened to sit down, murmurs echoing through the circle.

Endric acknowledged each introduction with a nod, his confidence growing. "Thank you all. Together, we will form a strong and cohesive unit. We have much work ahead of us, and I am confident that each of you will contribute significantly to our success."

The members of the 58th Circle nodded, their expressions ranging from curiosity to determination. Endric felt a surge of resolve. This was his team, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Let me share a bit more about myself," Endric continued. "As I mentioned, I’m an Elementalist, capable of wielding all elements. My journey to this position wasn’t easy. I come from a family with a troubled past, and I've had to work hard to prove myself. I’ve faced numerous challenges and have learned the importance of perseverance and dedication. My goal as your Circle leader is to ensure we all grow stronger together, both as individuals and as a team."

He paused, looking around the room, meeting each person’s gaze. "I want you to know that my door is always open. If you have concerns, ideas, or need assistance, don’t hesitate to come to me. We will face our challenges head-on and support each other through thick and thin."

Endric then turned to the box he had brought. "These pins are a symbol of our Circle. Wear them with pride. The torch casting out the darkness represents our mission: to bring light and justice wherever we go."

Endric lifted the lid of the box, revealing the neatly arranged pins inside. Each one was a small, intricate piece of metalwork, the torch symbol standing proudly in relief. The words "Ordineae Lumini" were etched beneath the image, a reminder of their shared purpose. He carefully distributed them to each member of the Circle, ensuring they felt the significance of the moment.

As the last pin was handed out, Endric looked at his new team, their expressions a mix of pride and anticipation. The weight of leadership settled more firmly on his shoulders, but it was a weight he was willing to bear. The pins felt cool and solid in his hands—a tangible connection to the responsibility he now carried.

“Now that we’ve gotten to know each other,” Endric began, his voice steady, “it’s time to discuss our first assignment together. The city of Braemor in Lorinauth has reported strange activity, particularly in a place called the Cat’s Claw. The details are murky, but it’s been noted that rich nobles have been seen there at night, mingling with figures that are… concerning.”

“Southern Tuetonia, Lorinauth is no more.” Primemage Madrian said, taking the first moment of silence to interject.

“Pardon me… Southern Tuetonia. Old habits die hard.” Endric said, and he could see Galient try to hide a smile.

A murmur ran through the group, curiosity mingled with unease. Endric allowed the reaction to settle before continuing, “Our task is to investigate these gatherings. We suspect there may be a heretical presence—or something equally dangerous. Yvionne is already in the city, setting up a network of contacts. We’ll meet her at the safehouse she’s established. From there, we’ll proceed with caution. Our goal is to gather information and, if necessary, eliminate any threats.”

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. “Pray it’s nothing serious,” he added, a hint of steel in his voice. “But be prepared for the worst.”

The room fell into a contemplative silence, the reality of their mission sinking in. Endric could see the resolve in their eyes, a reflection of his own determination. This was not just another assignment; it was a test of their strength as a newly formed Circle.

Endric nodded, signaling the end of the meeting. “We leave at first light tomorrow. Rest well, have a nice breakfast everyone. and be ready. Meet me at the docks, the galley we are boarding is known as the Lady Midnight.”

One by one, the members of the 58th Circle stood, offering brief nods or words of acknowledgment before filing out of the room. Endric remained by the lectern, his fingers tracing the edges of the box, lost in thought.

The sound of footsteps broke his reverie. Talimane and Madrian approached, their expressions unreadable. Endric straightened, bracing himself for whatever was to come.

“You handled the introductions well,” Talimane began, his tone measured. “But there’s something you should consider.”

Endric’s stomach tightened, but he kept his face impassive. “What would that be, Archmage?”

Madrian stepped forward, his voice softer but no less pointed. “You spoke with conviction, but be wary of arrogance, Endric. The way you presented your past achievements—especially regarding Northern Khamet—could be interpreted as overzealous.”

Endric felt a flicker of irritation, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. He had expected critique, but the words still stung, piercing his pride. “I didn’t intend to come across that way,” he replied, keeping his tone even.

“We understand that,” Talimane said, his gaze steady. “But perception matters. You’re young for this role, and there will be those who question your capability. It’s important to balance confidence with humility.”

“And I’m sure this was just a slip of the tongue,” Madrian said, his weasely voice harsh like stone on steel, “But next time let's be precise with our word choice when referring to… ehm particularly controversial places. Lorinauth no longer exists in Aragaust, by infallible High Royal decree, and it will soon be wiped from the vernacular. Best you remember that.”

Endric nodded, the words twisting inside him like a dagger, tightening the knot of frustration in his chest. “I’ll take that into consideration.” Endric managed, through gritted teeth.

“Good,” Talimane said, his expression softening just slightly. “We want you to succeed, Endric. But success often hinges on how others perceive your leadership.”

Madrian gave a curt nod of agreement before they both turned to leave. As the door closed behind them, Endric placed his hat back on, adjusting it with careful precision. The weight of their words pressed down on him, but beneath that pressure, anger simmered—hot and restless. How could they question his intentions? The success in Northern Khamet had been hard-won, and he had spoken of it not to boast but to underscore the seriousness of their work.

Yet the anger remained, a bitter taste in his mouth as he stood alone in the empty room. He clenched his fists, the leather of his gloves creaking under the strain. He would not let their critique diminish him—he had earned this position, and he would prove himself, regardless of the doubts they cast.

With a final glance at the room, Endric turned and strode out, his steps measured but forceful. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges both external and internal, but he would face it head-on. And when the time came, he would show them all exactly why he had been chosen to lead the 58th Circle.

The flicker of doubt and anger still burned within him, but Endric let it fuel his resolve. This was only the beginning, and he had no intention of faltering.

Outside, the light of day cast long shadows across the citadel walls, a reminder that darkness was always near—but so was the light. the torch of Ordineae Lumini pinned to his chest, a silent vow to himself and to those he led: He would not fail. Endric drew his cloak around him and headed toward his quarters… No he would find Philoma, he needed to see her… needed to talk to her. He let out a deep breath, alright Endric, time to be a man.