a collection of stories about The Hangmans daughter |
The the mages from the Blood Dawn school of climaturgy (mages who use magic to manipulate the weather) were in senior investigator Cumulo Rand's experience, the most disagreeable group of human beings he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. He brushed his long white hair out of his eyes as he stood in the sparsely furnished waiting room of the senior administratrix's office. Finally, just as he was about to leave, a short rail thin woman came out looked Cumulo up and down as if judging his life's worth then shrugged and said in a clipped tone, "The head mistress will see you now." As he was entering the head mistress's office he saw the secretary scratch a line of text into a wax tablet with a bone stylus, then place both objects into her pocket. Cumulo entered the head mistress's "office". He watched as the door closed, then slowly faded in to a wall of greenery. God, how he hated mages! He thought about doubling his rate just to see the look on Kalishna Grenald's face, but decided as much as he would enjoy tweaking her nose, it would not help his case when it came time to collect his payment. As he rounded a corner of the path something came wizzing towards him cumulo caught on pure insinct he hefted the bag of gold coins testing the weight. "Kalishna, looks like you are alittle short on this moons payment." he growled. The peeved reply when it came, came several directions at once. "According to my reckoning, next payment is not due for another ten moon rises." now it was Cumulo's turn to sound peeved. "then why am I here." he asked in annoyance. "You are here, because i want to hire you to find someone or more likely something that cripple two of my most promising students." |