Mastermind

Awakening
It was like a deep sleep from a nightmare he wished to forget. Faer Pleigh had often depicted his control over his Ink Humans as dreaming. While puppeteering was quite limited due to their own autonomous behavior, he had a need...or an obsession, for control. Thus whenever he felt things needed a personal edge, he turned from monitor to controller in a heartbeat. Thus was the fate he had when he looked to black out before his comrades eyes when he dominated his creation known as Menteur. For hours it seemed he slept, even long after the Ink Human's demise. But he had left a single enchantment unsaid, one trump card left in case things ever went awry when stealing precious magic and Ethernano.

So, when a storm had loomed overhead in the middle of a deserted wasteland of Minstrel's less inhabited valleys, a single bolt of light struck through a bed of rock. Within the layers of sediment and reinforced material the energy surged, flowing forth into a lightless ovular shaped chamber. There a man with a scarred left eye along with various burns marring across his arms, chest to add to the older ones made upon his back, the modestly clothed man awoke from his sleep. As his eyes opened a quake thrummed within the underground, with a magnificent pulse of intense Ethernano being flared about.

"This...vitality...and strength," Faer murmured as he flexed his arms, his recovering form suddenly feeling energized and more strong than he ever had before his fall from grace. Standing upright with just a modest tunic held at the waist, he carved a script in the air of ink, forcing his shed garments to flow over his person. With an eyepatch once again adorned over his left eye, the blonde haired man placed the hood over his head just as one of his comrades came rushing in.

"F-Faer!" Mina cried out as the young girl skidded to a barefooted stop. Wearing a cute sailor girl costume she gaped at the white flaming Magical Aura ebbing off his person tinged with blackness. His single eye met hers with a light she hadn't seen in months. Smiling aloud she pumped her fists enthusiastically. "You're plan-! Did it work?!"

"Partly," The Dark Wizard replied as his aura diminished, replaced with a pair of lights in each gloved hand. One was fire and the other was starlight. "I have possession of two powerful Magicks. What I don't have is the full brunt of the power I robbed of them. I'd wager the enchantment spent half of it being transported here to my body. Still, this is a considerable boost and more than enough to help me further my goals. Speaking of which, where is milady?"

"Ah! At the inner sanctum, by the pool," She replied hastily with a start, having past by that way not too long ago.

Grinning he gestured and mentally called his staff to his hand with a clack. No longer was it wooden but one of ebony coloration, looking more metal than natural substance. Clanging it to the earth, he walked past her floating form as he wordlessly led the way. Passing by various carved our doorways within the widened, mage-lit tunnel he noticed various colleagues of his all giving him wary stares and suspicious glances. He soaked it all in, knowing they had just saw him as a nuisance before because of his maimed condition with only his allies to back him up and the Master of this organization to keep them from assaulting his person at once. But now with such power at his disposal and energy that everyone could feel, no one save for the said superior of this order could touch him.

"So, here comes the boss," Donovan replied as he leaned against an arched doorway, smirking smugly with his black jacketed and dark slack wearing person was presenting before him. Kicking off he joined his other flank with an arched brow. "Given that tremor I felt with the spike of insane magic power, I'm assuming the plan went without a hitch."

"An intollerable interference had caught my attention, but my overall display was a success," Faer intoned stoically as he walked forth with all members walking the other way parting before his stride. "Thousands have perished before the power and might of my acquired magic. The Magic Council is sure to be awry in confusion thanks to my efforts. They can only wait and fiddle with their unused fingers till its too late."

"Ha! Sounds fun," The dark blonde man jeered.

"Where's Rowlie?" Mina asked the Accelerator Wizard.

"Ah, probably out on a job. You know her; always wanting to make herself useful," He handwaved to the young girl.

"I could say that about the two of you when you're alone," She mischieviously remarked, causing him to fluster with anger.

"Oi! It's never like that, gross! Cut it out, Mina-"

"If you two are done bickering," Faer groaned aloud with annoyance, clacking his staff before another doorway he gestured to open. "We're here."

Indeed there was a striking contrast to the rest of the underground works of this labyrinthian stronghold. Jewels enamored the ceiling and walls, fresh and untouched by those who made the arching alcove. It produced a shimmering ethereal light that cast an appealing glow into a clear pool of cerulean hued water. Arched up from a natural waterfall that was big enough to be considered a lake in span, a throne sat at the farthest reaches in the shadows, with sweeping curved horns making a devilish halo over the one who'd sit on it. There was the mistress of the hold and owner of this underground, whom was relaxed on the comfortable cushions placed on the armrests, seat and back to head rests. Idly what looked like a blue-haired young girl in the body of a mermaid swam through the pool, leaning up to smile innocently at the arrivals.

Taking a kneel before her with staff upright, Donovan and Mina followed suit, Faer declared in monotone, "Lady Myst, I've accomplished my goal and seek to uphold my end of the bargain; presenting you with the gift of magic that you haven't touched with your benevolent and skilled hands. Will you take this offering as further sign of my loyalty and continued service to your organization?"