Kalon Rhadon, Fate's Hand from my book of the same name. Hellion promised an illustration of the man himself, so here he is! Picture posted with permission! The first of two searing balls of fire erupted from the woman’s hands as she frantically pulled at the threads of the weave; she quickly curled them into a myriad of patterns and threw the silver strand of targeting upon her intended victim. She hissed under her breath and felt the rocky floor of the cavern shatter as several sharp impacts ripped into it – Inquisition weapons most likely. Julius Vael had no time to react as the searing hot ball of superheated magma smashed into him, his training as an Inquisitor did not prepare him for the tenacious sorcerer’s will to live. She poured all of her hate and anger into the magic and it lit the young man up like a pyre, his flesh burst into flame and his body was cooked in an acrid stench almost immediately. The man’s screams echoed about the cavern as he died. The wizard simply known as Fallen Ashes sneered as the flames went out and the Inquisitor’s body was left as a husk of blackened and charred flesh. Her hiding place was compromised and she knew others would come, she would be ready, her magical traps were complex and varied and her guardians would deal with any other interlopers. She was a fool to trust Julius and believe that he was a ‘reformed’ churchman, that falsehood almost cost her dearly. An explosion rocked the chamber and a metal head landed neatly at her feet, she looked up wildly to the source of the fire and there upon an outcropping of rock stood a single figure – he had long dark hair, a stone-like expression and a pair of the Inquisiton’s Tech-Magis pistols rested down by his side. Behind him the remains of a metal guardian crashed to the ground, shattering into sparks and pieces as it fell to the floor. Kalon Rhadon looked down at his adversary; the woman was pleasing to the eye if a little snake-like of frame and plain of face. Her silver grey hair, dyed with the chemicals of an alchemists’ lab reached to just past her shoulders. Her dark ochre eyes met his and they shared an intimate moment of understanding. He took in every detail, her slight curves and simple clothes, her left hand moving in unison with her right. He saw the first glitter of magic and regarded the dead Inquisitor upon the cavern floor close to where she stood. “Marsia Akonsas,” he intoned her name in soft but emotionless words. “You are a heretic and have attempted to evade capture. For the crime of murder, an Inquisitor no less…and heresy you are sentenced to death with no trial or due process, these are the laws and doctrine of the Church of Progression.” “Go to hell,” she spat and thrust her hands out, the same deadly fire leapt from them and roared towards the Inquisitor. “And burn with your friend!” Kalon watched the ball of flame with a disinterested expression and raised a gloved hand, as the magic neared him he pointed a single pistol at it and lowered his gaze. There was a blue flash from the muzzle of the Inquisitor’s weapon as it discharged a single projectile. A close look at the bullet would reveal complex equations and formulae etched into the metal, the cylinder was covered in them and so was the gun. The whole design of pattern, logic and mathematical symmetry echoed in Kalon’s attire. Bullet met magic in a play of opposite forces, the scientific principles were some of the most complex and their pure logical energy overwhelmed even Marsia’s magical talent – the ball broke against the projectile like a wave upon the shore. The wizard only had a few seconds as time seemed to slow down for her, she watched the ball break into its component elements and flicker out then her world turned black. The dead woman’s body landed in a heap on the cavern floor, her eyes wide and a single hole penetrating the front of her forehead.