[u]Uicle[/u]

Uicle hated this time of the year. It was only two people who came to the College that got on his nerves, and the fact they both brought he biggest, most dangerous retinue's they could didn't help either. Every year, without fail, the Djarkel and Eania diplomats always made thinly veiled threats at each other, sometimes not bother to veil the threats at all, and one of their retinue would start a fight with another, and then he'd have to go in with his Golems to help clean up the mess, wishing he could just kill them and be done with it. But no. He had to be diplomatic and nice and not irritate the strongest nations in the land. Even when he mentioned he could make it look like bandits, Khan and the Archmage both refused to let him go through with the idea. Some days, it was much harder than necessary to do things the nice way and not his familiar way when serving Aarem. Which involved lots of pain and torture and death, but hey. It was always a temptation. Not to mention, with all the lovely sharp blades and hammers and short tempers, the curse just loved to get him into all sorts of nasty situations. Like now for example. Here he was, staring upwards from his position on the ground at three irritated Eanian soldiers, believing he had purposely smacked into them. It hadn't been his fault. There was a piece of cloth that fluttered in front of him, and he slipped on it and whacked one in the skull with his staff, and the other two he accidentally smacked with his windmilling hand. 

Now, the Eanian soldiers had orders not to start fights with the Djarkel retinue. But, here was what looked to be a Golem of the college that wouldn't dare hurt them or risk the wrath of their diplomat. The three of them had a lot of pent up aggression. A Golem was the perfect release for that. Uicle sighed. "For the last time. I didn't mean to. It was an accident, and accident's happen a lot around me." One of the men looked at him suspiciously, clearly not buying it. Or, at least not wanting to buy it. "You're quite talkative for a Go-" "I'm not a Golem!" "Well, whatever you are, you need to be taught some manners." The man glanced at his companions, smirking. "Shall we?" Before the two of them could agree and reach for their weapons, however, Uicle's patience snapped. They froze in place, all three of them. Uicle picked himself up. "You know what's neat about Hydromancy? I can manipulate any liquid I please. That includes the blood of idiots who don't listen. Now, by rights, I should just break your arms and legs and force you to walk back to your part of the College. However, I think I'll just walk you. Best not stir up any trouble and ensure you don't cause any, right?" With that, he made them jerkily about face and begin walking towards the Eanian camp.