Elias Rhode

*Elias stood in the center of the thaumaturgical circle. His hands were clasped. The Master was reciting the spell. Everything was ready for the ritual to be completed. Finally, all the unclean traitors of the clan, whom he dislikes, finally will be gone His hands outlined another pass. The man felt movement at the door and turned. His old student, the traitor who had burned down one of the chapels, was standing right outside the door.* Have you come to complete your trial or die in disgrace?