Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171018063931

Berthier narrows her eyes. 'Mages and the people of this world may fear Stigmas, but I for one shall not submit to threats, Cursed Eye or no. Quelle sottise! As if I would simply let you leave with our property in your bag, young one. Not only are you Stigma, but a thief as well, no matter what your words may claim.'

The elderly master snaps his fingers, and Artoria finds herself deprived of the books once more, and the seals on them strengthened. 'You won't steal anything from this library while strength is in these old bones; you have much left to learn about magecraft if you think you can walk away so easily.'

Meanwhile, Slade has found his page.

Morrigan Ní'Cathasaigh

Gender: Female

Alias: Crow

Nationality: Arctosi

Known Magecraft: Ira Archive, unregistered Thema

''Morrigan Ní'Cathasaigh, or "Crow" as she is more widely known, is an Arctosi Stigma of unknown years and little information. Extreme caution should be excercised if encountered. Her Noble Art is officially undocumented but non-Magus eyewitnesses have reported sightings that would coincide with the heretical magecraft of Causality Distortion to rewrite fate, something only two mages were thought to be capable of: the Stigma Anastasia Ivanovna Serebryakova (widely known as "Scathách") with her Gáe Bolg and Arlen Crowley with his Fragarach. If these reports are true, this would be the third mage in the last hundred years able to safely and repeatedly use this magecraft without repercussions.''

Before Slade can read more, the door flies open and Azarias marches in, flanked by Kurenai and Emilia. 'Que se passe-t-il?!' he snaps to the Servaisian, and he and Berthier begin to have an immediate and tense discussion. It ends only a few moments after it begun with Berthier emphatically shaking her head and Azarias sighing. He casts a baleful eye at both Artoria and Astron.

'We will be having words later.' he promises, and the threat of something a tad more serious than a slap on the wrist for attempted robbery and resisting arrest hangs in the air for a moment before the door flies open again from where it had closed itself.

Several black-garbed individuals storm into the room, their clothes and the small silver star-and-sun pendants at the base of their necks instantly marking them as Inquisitors.

'Hold it!' one shouts. 'You're all being detained by the authority of the Inquisition. If you don't know your rights under Arctosi law, we will inform you of them, but resistance will be met with force.'