As the pain running through his head grew. Fremlita overcome by the seal that had been placed on his head stumbled into the hall where many had started to prepare to leave. Leaning against the door, no one immediately noticed that something was wrong. If anything, he did not draw any attention at all with everyone more interested in their own conversations and preparing to depart.

Moving from the door only a few feet his legs gave in sending Fremlita falling to the ground. From across the room, Litralia Frenost who was just about to leave noticed him fall unexpectedly. Looking to Lanthim who was standing next to Mynrea she pointed to Fremlita now looked like he was trying to tear something off his head.

"What is wrong Lanthim we should be leaving?" [Mynrea]

She had sensed that he had moved away from her a moment ago but did not know how far he had gone. Turning to where he once had been she heard a gut wrenching scream.

"Melryn hold him down I need to get this deal off his head." {Lanthim]

"This is harder than it looks he has ten times the strength I do." [Melryn]

Both brothers knelt over Fremlita as he began to panic from the increase in pain he was feeling. No living being wants to die and with most of his rationality gone those who were trying to help him seemed more like a threat at this point.

Placing his hands on the golden band, that was the source of the pain Lanthim did not know what he was dealing with. True there were several sealing magics that used such mediums as both to activate and sustain the seals. That being said there were so many different kinds of sealing bands that unless one knew what they were dealing with they could kill the person affected by the seal.

"That which embraces all creation firmly while guiding the weak to a place of refuge and renders the strong powerless. Third order binding art Luodralmath!" [Lanthim]

Slamming his palm into the chest of the young dragon who was desperately trying to save himself. Lanthim activated the only thing that would stop Fremlita from struggling any further. The spells effect was immediate completely stopping the young dragon's movements. A look of fear was on his face as the pain in his head continued to worsen.

"You will be of no use to me melryn from here on since you can't use mana properly yet." [Lanthim]

Moving closer to Fremlita's head as to better examine the band Lanthim had no interest in asking any question that Melryn might have concerning what had just happened. With a look of shock on his face, the young man moved some distance way from Lanthim without question.

By now anyone who had not left the party was circled around where Lanthim was trying to examine a very agitated young dragon. Many with a look of shock after seeing a man use magic for the first time. Mynrea, however, was not so moved like the rest having lived since before human males had been sealed she saw what he was doing as nothing new.

'Okay, so let's get a look at this seal and see what I have to deal with.'

Placing his hand on the band Lanthim fed slight amounts of mana into the seals medium so to get a glimpse of the sequences that made it work. Feeling the entire surface, he began to see what he was up against.

'So a third order sealing spell made up of more than six different sequences. Must have been difficult for the one who made this. While complex there are flaws in the workmanship.'

Placing his hands on the part of the band that met Fremlita's temples. Lanthim began to feed massive amounts of purified mana into it. While doing so would only relieve the young dragon's pain slightly the objective was to activate four release sequences that would disassemble the seal.

Made in case, of accidental use on an ally most seals of this type had discharge sequences that would allow someone to remove the medium after it had been placed. That being the case whoever put it on Fremlitma's head likely had a good reason to do so.

Taking his time Lanthim could feel the band beginning to change form until instead of being a gold ring it looked more like a long thin block of metal not an inch thick but was over three feet long. A strange item indeed, however, when activated this thick rod of metal would change its form into the sealing band.

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"You are lucky Fremlimta if I was not here you would have likely killed most of the people here by now." [Lanthim]

Giving his hand to Fremtlimta, the young dragon looked like he had just been hit by his mother for doing something wrong. Looking back to the door from the garden the recollection of what happened came to him. Running to the door with all he could muster even after such an ordeal Fremlimta looked into the garden to see nothing.

'How long has it been since she was taken.'

Fremlimta felt real fear in that moment as he realized that no one else knew Syrelia was missing.

"Syrelia has been taken." [Fremlimta]

"What did you say?" [Lanthim]

Lanthim stood directly behind him the tone of his voice was low and haughty.

"While we were walking in the garden a group of individuals came upon us. I did not know them nor could I sense their presence. I prepared to engage them only to have that seal placed on my head." [Fremlimta]

Lanthim did not know what to ask next. It was inconceivable It should have been impossible for anyone inside his area of influence not to move without him knowing. That being said surprisingly he could still sense Syrelia in the garden where she had been standing before she had been taken.

"They used a duplicate core to mask the fact she was not here. Because such a core has no detectable changes that can be sensed it was thoroughly used for taking prisoners back in the day." [Lanthim]

With his anger growing Lanthim moved deeper into the garden alone deploying a barrier do if someone did come upon him they would not hear what he would be saying.

"Tolvailnath corghrin Templar." [Lanthim]

His words were an ancient summons calling all templar to him. As such immediately after he finished the command twelve templars stood around him prepared for instructions.

"Your orders Master!"

All greeted him in unison many dressed in traveling cloaks the rest seemed to have quickly roused themselves from bed. Even if that was the case they were templar and would execute their master's orders regardless of how they looked while doing it.

"My sister Syrelia has been kidnapped from the party here not that long ago. Due to the preparedness of the individuals who carried out this, act I am to assume that they are agents of my old adversaries who would easily be able to provide means for even a child to be able to move within my influence without me seeing." [Lanthim]

Pausing for a moment, none bore any emotion as Lanthim spoke. As their training dictated all they had to do was obey his orders and never question. Even with the revelation that their masters sister had been kidnapped, they showed nothing.

"You are to scour the entire city and the county side if you find nothing you keep looking further and further. It is likely that there is a blind spot in whatever means they are using to evade me."

"Master what instructions for when we find these individuals?"

One templar who still wore the hood of his cloak moved from behind his fellows to the front. Looking directly into His masters enraged eyes.

"You kill them all take no prisoners show no mercy you kill them and then bring my sister back home alive." [Lanthim] 

The fury in his eyes was unmistakeable withing the barrier the air was hot with the mana radiating from him his fury was so great.

"As our master commands so it shall be done."

In that instant, all twelve templars disappeared leaving only Lanthim alone. The barrier dissolved and so he stood looking at the stars.

'Is this to be a small skirmish between us Forsaken?'

"Lanthim what are you doing you need to go look for syrelia why are you still here?" [Leinea]

Having run from the great hall, Leinea  looked terrible having ripped her dress several times on the way to find him.

"I have sent templar to look for her if I go now I fear I could do something dreadful and take many lives in my anger including Syrelia."

Lanthim calmed himself outwardly so not to concern his wife.

"What will happen when they are found?" [Leinea]

"They will die all of them." [Lanthim]