[b]Justice is Red[/b]

Two days previously, a man had stumbled into the College grounds. He was wounded, the most obvious being the fact that his left arm had been cut off at the shoulder and cauterized. His clothes were bloody and burned, and there appeared to be teeth marks on his neck. Human, teeth marks. He was allowed through by Uicle’s Golems because he didn’t pose any significant threat. Indeed, he was immediately stopped by a Steel Golem and was about to be taken to the Infirmary when he began babbling in a terrified voice, almost a scream. Demons sprouting from blood. Devouring shadows. Flames instead of breath. An unkillable monster in the flesh of an Elf. Those were repeated over and over. From what Uicle could gather from the babbling, his farm had been attacked. What, the man couldn’t accurately say. Regardless, as soon as he was brought into the Infirmary, he was given a sedative. That’s how he has largely been kept for the past 48 hours, as every time he woke up, he’d begin panicking and babbling again. In fact every time Uicle has come by to check on their visitor, the man woke up, panicked, and managed to knock Uicle’s head off. A joke that Uicle hoped Aarem found hilarious, because he didn’t. 

Regardless, the man woke up without panicking this time, and Uicle was allowed in. The man had come here for a reason after all. And something had attacked him. The Necromancer wanted to know what. As he opened the door to the Infirmary, he heard someone shouting “No, I have to see the Headmaster!”. Then a pan hit him in the face, and knocked his head loose again. It didn’t fall off though, which was good. “Really. I think I preferred the stones.” Uicle grumbled under his breath, replacing the helmet that served as his head. As if to comply, a stone clunked on the top of his head. “I was being sarcastic.”

The man had stopped his struggling, and was looking at him in undisguised surprise. Uicle spoke before he could. “I’m as close to the Headmaster as you’re going to get. What do you need help with? You stumbled in here, bloodied and nearly dead.” The man’s face flooded with grief and he choked out, “My farm. My family. All dead and gone. Mages! Mages did it! They burned and consumed and destroyed! I went to the nearest army official, begging for help, but he just sent me here! Said he had no mages to spare!”

Uicle closed the distance quickly. Rogue mages, rampaging in the Eanian farmlands, were never a good thing. “Tell me everything.”