Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170509202437

The stakes retract back into their magic circles, clearing the doorway, but Jaukoehai and Slade manage to release the bolt connecting the carriages before the Inquisitor can make it through. As the now-loose carriage begins to pull away and slow down from the rest of the train, the Inquisitor simply stands there in the door, hands thrust into his pockets, watching them until they can no longer make him out.

'He'll definitely be back.' Azarias murmurs. 'I know him; he's an unconventional Inquisitor by the name of Alexander Conwell. He's personally killed three Stigmas, and orchestrated the deaths of eight more around the world; and as far as magecraft goes, let's just say that none of you are anywhere near his level.'

As he speaks, he grasps his side, and the others can see that the stress of moving has opened up his recently-healed wounds. He grimaces in pain.

'We'll have to make a stop near the end of this line,' he murmurs, sliding into a sitting position against the wall and breathing hard. 'There's someone I know who can help us; and he's a much better mage than I am. Though...' and at that he smiles slightly. 'I wouldn't recommend it if you like orderly homes.'