Wrenmae was left in the mansion.
The first he saw to was Paliman, pulling him from the wreckage he'd inadvertently created and leaving him in the servant's quarters. Inoadar had used a little of the Pillowsap to put the wounded guard to sleep, but not chancing his injuries, he'd sent the slumbering guard Inoadar had disabled with the other to an infirmary away from the grounds. Both men asked no questions, especially when the hypnotist transfixed them with a look that left no room for arguing.
He placed the package he was supposed to be guarding on the table, walking out into the grounds where the first body lay mangled. For a moment, he simply stared at it, taking the dagger from its side and relieving any coin he found in other pouches. That done, he held out both hands over the body and concentrated, drawing focus and calmly accessing that dark nothingness that was intrinsic to all who studied the Void. It took a few moments, up to a minute before he was able to bring a point of nothingness into being. It sat there, darker than even the inky shadows that clung around it.
Stepping back from the thing, he continued to offer himself to it, feeding the void until it grew to accommodate the size of a person. Satisfied, and making sure to brace himself against the pull, he picked up the body of the dead guard and hurled it in.
It drifted into that shadow, growing distant and finally vanishing entirely. Idly, the hypnotist wondered if some poor bastard would find it opening another Void...some unexpected surprise.
Pushing his djed into the center, he tried to fill the hole, slowly letting the void die down until it vanished completely.
He took his time at the docks, dipping his hands in the blood of the slain and drawing rudimentary glyphs where he wanted to summon the portal. He drew the circle first, a containment measure, and then the storing he'd learned, pushing raw djed into the glyph to fuel the void when it came to be. The void in the courtyard had been a start and he put only as much djed into it as it had taken to grow that portal. Ultimately, he didn't want to risk it going rogue and engulfing him as well.
Reaching into his mind, he pulled concentration and the understanding of nothingness, closing his hands together to create a circle over the glyph and summoning the Void.
The small hole swiftly grew into a size that would accommodate Knucklehead and his cronies. Wrenmae removed their weapons and coins, anything of value that wasn't ruined by the Dhani, and then hurled the bodies into the void, struggling under Knucklehead's before pausing, and cutting off the mans right hand...then disposing of the body.
He left the Void where it was, knowing that the magic was soon to run out and it would close on its own. When he arrived to the estate again, he checked on the package he was guarding and, finally, sat with the package beside him on the front steps, waiting for the owner to return.
And the sun to rise.
The first he saw to was Paliman, pulling him from the wreckage he'd inadvertently created and leaving him in the servant's quarters. Inoadar had used a little of the Pillowsap to put the wounded guard to sleep, but not chancing his injuries, he'd sent the slumbering guard Inoadar had disabled with the other to an infirmary away from the grounds. Both men asked no questions, especially when the hypnotist transfixed them with a look that left no room for arguing.
He placed the package he was supposed to be guarding on the table, walking out into the grounds where the first body lay mangled. For a moment, he simply stared at it, taking the dagger from its side and relieving any coin he found in other pouches. That done, he held out both hands over the body and concentrated, drawing focus and calmly accessing that dark nothingness that was intrinsic to all who studied the Void. It took a few moments, up to a minute before he was able to bring a point of nothingness into being. It sat there, darker than even the inky shadows that clung around it.
Stepping back from the thing, he continued to offer himself to it, feeding the void until it grew to accommodate the size of a person. Satisfied, and making sure to brace himself against the pull, he picked up the body of the dead guard and hurled it in.
It drifted into that shadow, growing distant and finally vanishing entirely. Idly, the hypnotist wondered if some poor bastard would find it opening another Void...some unexpected surprise.
Pushing his djed into the center, he tried to fill the hole, slowly letting the void die down until it vanished completely.
He took his time at the docks, dipping his hands in the blood of the slain and drawing rudimentary glyphs where he wanted to summon the portal. He drew the circle first, a containment measure, and then the storing he'd learned, pushing raw djed into the glyph to fuel the void when it came to be. The void in the courtyard had been a start and he put only as much djed into it as it had taken to grow that portal. Ultimately, he didn't want to risk it going rogue and engulfing him as well.
Reaching into his mind, he pulled concentration and the understanding of nothingness, closing his hands together to create a circle over the glyph and summoning the Void.
The small hole swiftly grew into a size that would accommodate Knucklehead and his cronies. Wrenmae removed their weapons and coins, anything of value that wasn't ruined by the Dhani, and then hurled the bodies into the void, struggling under Knucklehead's before pausing, and cutting off the mans right hand...then disposing of the body.
He left the Void where it was, knowing that the magic was soon to run out and it would close on its own. When he arrived to the estate again, he checked on the package he was guarding and, finally, sat with the package beside him on the front steps, waiting for the owner to return.
And the sun to rise.
