My family, were Patia's last words before she died. It's funny, the things you don't see until you've lost them.
"We called ourselves the Ring of Brass. Avalir - from the beginning it had the seven most powerful mages, and then their fourteen proteges. The Ring of Gold, and of Silver." Aimless bitterness seeps into his voice with that explanation, the sort that would have mellowed with time if so much of it hadn't been spent in Hell. "We had our own separate responsibilities, beneath all of that - Laerryn kept the city flying, and Nydas kept it funded. Patia and Loquatius controlled information, in different ways. Cerrit protected the city from itself, and I defended it from everything else."
All spheres of influence that intersected, at one point or another, and they took advantage of it.
"Between the six of us - we didn't always see eye to eye. We always knew we didn't tell each other everything. But we found ways to work towards the same thing. Even at the end."
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My family, were Patia's last words before she died. It's funny, the things you don't see until you've lost them.
"We called ourselves the Ring of Brass. Avalir - from the beginning it had the seven most powerful mages, and then their fourteen proteges. The Ring of Gold, and of Silver." Aimless bitterness seeps into his voice with that explanation, the sort that would have mellowed with time if so much of it hadn't been spent in Hell. "We had our own separate responsibilities, beneath all of that - Laerryn kept the city flying, and Nydas kept it funded. Patia and Loquatius controlled information, in different ways. Cerrit protected the city from itself, and I defended it from everything else."
All spheres of influence that intersected, at one point or another, and they took advantage of it.
"Between the six of us - we didn't always see eye to eye. We always knew we didn't tell each other everything. But we found ways to work towards the same thing. Even at the end."