Prok’tek spends a couple months finishing the order of golems placed with him by Marias Elward Tisid. As he works he finds time to design and complete a cloth play-golem for the expected child of Marias and Sana Roshan, and to contact and exchange spells with Daphne.
Prok’Tek ultimately expedites the last two models of his production at Marias’ request, then prepares to return home to Svirin. However when Prok’Tek returns to his home he finds that someone has distrubed his belongings in his home. He identifies almost a dozen magical auras in his home that shouldn’t be there, and upon inspecting one closely, is subject to an earth-shattering explosion as eleven obfuscated and trigger-linked explosive-runes spells simultaneously detonate inside his stone home – shattering every one of his golems and only leaving Prok’Tek whole for the fact that he was able to throw himself away from the worst of the blast in the nick of time. Through some quick thinking Prok’Tek is able to gather his golems together and retreat back to Capital City. Over the rest of the day and some of the following, Prok’Tek coordinates with the Svirin militiaman Inspector Aglio, as well as Prok’Tek’s associates at the Sviren Guild of Magical Arts. However before the end of the following ‘day’ in Svirin, Prok’Tek is attacked once again, this time in the open streets of the city. After causing his assailant to retreat, Prok’Tek pursues to re-engage and ultimately falls to his opponent’s attacks – only to be narrowly saved by the last-minute intervention of a by-stander.
While recuperating in a local hospital, Prok’Tek is informed by Inspector Aglio that his descriptions of the assailant lead the militia to the assassin, who resisted attempts to be taken peaceably and fought the militia to the death. A mage on the scene speculates that the individual was undead.
Determined to leave these matters behind, and perhaps hoping to drop in early on a distant colleague, Prok’Tek teleports to Musai the following morning – only to find that the city is actively besieged, and at the time of his teleport, in the midst of active bombardment. Disgusted with his poor luck, Prok’Tek finally determines to teleport to a remote desert island he visited once upon a time. A successful teleport later, Prok’Tek can finally breath a little easy with a little more than two square miles of island, around three dozen palm trees, and open seas to the horizon in every direction…