>>5241971Only when you are several blocks away do you slow, leaning against a wall and slowly sliding down. Your heart is still pounding, your breathing ragged… But your face is smiling, a smile so broad that your cheeks hurt.
You have no idea what happens at the meeting which the Archmage and Yosef called, of course. You know only what you instructed the guards under your thrall to do, if this operation succeeded, and the lack of enemy action against you leads you to believe that they had some measure of success.
You instructed them to…
>Further smear the Archmage as a traitor, plotting a coup at the security meeting>Pin the whole thing on Southern Demonists, furthering your earlier angle and the paranoia>Tie the crimes of the Tower to a demonic cult festering in Hawksong—the Incubus’ cult!>Kill themselves and their fellows, leaving the city no answers, and nobody to interrogate, magically or otherwise>Write-inAs for the other loose ends present, you have Tomas and Levier to…
>Destroy the Glasses of True Sight>Bring the glasses to you, in Goblintown>Take the glasses to someone else [who?]And Malalyn Warmfeet, your former puppet and the last mammal alive in Hawksong (save for the Incubus’ cult) who knows your true nature…
>Have the guards kill her>Have the guards bring her to you, as well—you still have uses for her [such as?] 