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Artist rendition of the explosive firepower hurled from the 

Sorcerers of Hohkmat in conjunction with Trebuchets during the siege of the Ferryman keep

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Stand tall Magi, for our great magics did join in the cacophony of the wooden machines that hurled their rocks in molten heat upon the walls of the allies of Darkspawn. Smashing fortifications with the power of the void, did we turn stone into nothing but hot slag - battlements into cinder and ash, and allies of Veletz into sand.

 

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Scene depicts a Hohkmat Arcane Scion 

locked in combat with a Veletz Soldier in the streets of the siege

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Our Battle Magi did discharge death and mayhem of the void to that which has been called Anathema, our forces swollen larger than many nations that claim a much higher status in Aevos - it does unwell to go unrecognized. But I say to you - my sorcerers, I have seen you and our enemies did hear you and feel the anger which you did evoke upon them.

I say it gladly and I say it true. Do not soak in victory, contemplate only the future - hone your spells of fire, your will of stone, the gale of the wind, the current of water and all the woven powers of the void - for our foes are relentless, and they shall keep coming. Stride with me again when the time comes, and we shall be restrained no longer - the age of the Mage is upon us!

The third mystery, the ‘Sorcerous Path’:
“The sorcerous path is the mystery of the future. Through magic we are empowered to rise within the eternal pursuit - from slave to king”

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SO BOUND 

GRAND-MAGISTER, Razad the 'Fatebinder', 

Hierophant of the Mysteries, Master of the Ziggurat of Hohkmat 

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In a small camp some miles north of his home of Hohkmat, Asmund Vincent had lit a campfire to stay warm, though his mind was swamped with many thoughts of the day he had as he gazed into the flame. These thoughts and more had woken him multiple times.
This same missive would then curiously find its way to the lad and he gave it a read. “I’m no spellslinger or Scion… yet, but I put up one helluva fight!” Asmund grinned as he set the missive in his bag and returned to his pondering for a while before putting out the fire, then drifted off into a rather uncomfortable sleep in his bedroll. 

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"I am very glad I'm not on the receiving end of their fury." mused a knight of the Petrine Laurel. "Though they have my shield anytime they need it." Theoderic von Theonus would say proudly after seeing the mages of Hohkmat rally in support of the commonwealth. 

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The large golem stares at the art "Five, no.. six. Six men have died by my hands alone because of that nations mistakes." He wanders into the chamber of fire, where he takes a hold of the hammer lodged in the wall, and rips it from where it sits "It was all worth it to witch Cerucil flee with his tail between his legs."

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“If only I knew magic” groaned a sore Vivien from the chambers of fire dorms as she seemed in lots of pain- her first battle was one with much to entail but she looked up at the roof pondering what that feeling was…

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