A Sequence member as mysterious as any.


As the magic radiance faded from the circle beneath their feet, they were greeted by an unfamiliar voice. ‘You are not meant to be here’ said the robed man, Copernicus, as he squinted into the sudden light of the ring of flame Emalf had wrung from the nothingness.

Copernicus neither mentioned, nor was asked what he was doing in the remnants of the Witch-King’s empire, and he of the Sequence offered few words as he slipped into the advisory role so often adopted by the Sequence. All that might have been said was pushed aside by the urgency plaguing the groups actions and swept the mathematician into their quest.



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