On the other side of the door, relative silence does not greet Termoins du Sud. The chamber that they return to isn't just filled with banal Lies that the Sleepers pass off as education, with walls that are more windows than walls, and lamps and tables to sit at.
Rabbit struggles as she is grappled by a compact looking man in his forties, dressed in custodial gear, a manic gleam in his eye and a knife to Rabbit's throat.
“No, I don't know what you are talking about!” Rabbit squeaks out.
They are waiting for the intruding Magi to appear. They are deliverers of a message. They are His Hammer. And They believe.
Others are of varying ages, a student with short puckish hair sits on a table, her left knee drawn up casually. Another is a nerd with greasy hair, bags under his eyes, and a slouch to his posture. The last one a guy who idly cracks his knuckles and a zealous bearing.
“It's about time,” the zealot calls to the Magi, “that you stepped out of our Library. Finished your rituals to defile our work?”
A nod to the compact man, and the janitor slits Rabbit's throat.
It's not as fast as it is in the movies. A slash to the throat is not an instant death. Rabbit grabs at the gash, blood – so much blood – flies into the air. Her skin grows more and more ashen as she falls to her knees; trying desperately to keep herself alive. Bleeding out is an achingly painful process.
The Cell of Banishers are set themselves up to fight.
Greasy haired geek, is obviously the fastest in the group; somehow. But he holds his action ready to counterspell any of the opposing group. His pattern heavy with paradox to his form.
Geek is ready to counter-spell the first offensive spell from the magi.
BanisherA (8), BanisherB (9), BanisherC (6), BanisherD (12)Prep Rolls