Porter had been monitoring the recent rise in activity that had taken place within the basement. It was rare that so many new people would enter his cells in one night. It was not to his liking. More so, it would not be to his liking.

The hours ticked away as night turned into day and that day ...

It was rare for anyone to come directly to Bela about anything. His personal servants, whom he treated more like twisted, subservient family members than employees, were the only individuals who saw him on more than a weekly basis. Even they tended not to request his audience unless it was something ...

Porter waited until after the remaining prisoners had been successfully gathered up and restrained before calling in aid. With the way in which they had treated one of his assistants, he didn't want to chance further blood being spilled.

For some reason they always fought back. Porter couldn't ...

Porter made no outward sign of showing any emotion regarding the young thief or the miserable way he carried himself into one of the open cells. No smile, no frown, not even a simple blink of his eyelids. He just stood there much like a statue, watching the proceedings. If the basement would have ...

Pity might have been too strong of an emotion for Porter to handle. He may not have felt sorry for the young man in the prison and he may not have been trying to help him, but he knew that keeping a person alive long enough that they could be questioned and interrogated, they were more helpful than ...

Porter sought to inform Battlemage Rhozas of exactly what sort of threat he faced off against. As the senior mage and his two apprentices stood at the edge of the alter room, facing down the criminals at the other end, Porter chose to speak the man. "Five made it into the building. The woman has ...

Of all the time that Porter had spent watching over the many prisoners that frequented the basement prison of the Justice Hall, he had never seen one so willingly comply without being prompted to do so by the pain of torture. Usually it took the fine-tuned hand of one of the Judges or a well ...

Porter lit the way for those now trapped within his walls. Soon they would be prisoners within the hall much as he was, the only real difference would be that he would still be very much in control. So, the lights at the bottom of the dark stairs flickered on as the group made their way down ...

The light show was only the beginning. Porter was flexing his magical muscles over his personal domain to maintain a sense of dominance. He was the one in control. He was the one calling the shots. He may have been outnumbered by these intruders, but he had enough tricks up his sleeves to play the ...

These intruders were unknown to The Porter, their magic was unregistered, and their very entrance into the building had broken a long list of rules. They were criminals, law breakers and when The Porter was done with them they would the next set of prisoners to be tortured, beaten and murdered to ...

"Melodramatic but somewhat accurate, Captain."

The porter, the strange mannequin-perfect man who had only been there when Lanya was first taken to Justice Hall, appeared in the courtroom from a direction conveniently unobserved by anyone. He continued in his pleasant and polite voice, the surface ...

As soon as Camulous was beyond The Hall's invisible perimeter, massive doors closed themselves behind him, cutting off the fresh air and wavering blue daylight. The sound of falling rain ceased, replaced by the echoing shuffles of a pair of orderlies who appeared from beyond a partitioning wall to ...

"Pardon the intrusion," the Porter's courtly voice entered Artim's mind as well as that of every other battlemage and Judge on the face of Pal Tahrenor in simultaneity. Though he could not be seen, the touch of his mental connection conjured an internal representation that was indescribable in ...