Aestan's blog

((Hi all,

Whew! The end-of-term madness has come to an end for me, and for those interested: it would appear like I am going to be graduating! Nothing official yet, but let's keep our fingers crossed!

You might notice that the event set for Hamlen's trial has been removed - this should have happened much earlier this week, but a feeling of guilt prevented me from actually doing so. I realize it's the second time in a row that this has to be postponed, but I've talked it over with Hamlen's player, and he understands and is fine with it.

Aestan, freshly returned from his morning run through the city, quietly washed himself in the bathtub of his room, removing sweat and grime from his skin. Clambering out of the tub he shivered, swiftly walking over to grab a towel and get dressed. A servant entered the room, averting her eyes politely from the General as she laid out his cleaned and pressed uniform on the chair. “Will you require a shave, sir?” she inquired.

Ever wanted to engage in political intrigue?

Or perhaps you believe you will be the kind heart bringing joy to all of Silvermoon?

Are the old ways better, and you intend to damn well prove it?!

Are you a newcomer, taking a seat against all odds?

Uniting the Horde, perhaps you feel that is the direction Silvermoon should take?

((The following are two letters from Aestan's hand))

MEMORANDUM
TO: LUCAS MALKIN
SUBJECT: ARAMALIA SOLISBANE
CLASSIFICATION: STANDARD

Hello Lucas,

As we discussed, I have taken lady Aramalia Solisbane to the Bazaar today, where she took a vow proclaiming her loyalty to the city, the Legion, and swearing that she had never betrayed us. As you know - the reason I suspected her of treason was because she refused to take this vow. She changed her mind, and her vow was clear-voiced and sincere. Her name, as far as I am concerned, is entirely cleared, and I hope you will feel the same, and make clear to any doubting voices that she is loyal.

As her previous rank was Colonel, before she became the General, I have decided to give her the rank of Lt. Colonel, and as such, I offered her the option to take an Adept under her care. She has chosen Sijmen Beauregarde, and I've decided to honor her request.

Citizens of Silvermoon,

The following is on wanted posters, spread around Silvermoon on all government buildings and buildings of note.

To: Office of the Convocate of Regulation, Giuseppe Quattrochi
Regarding: Charges against Lady Shryn'Dael Dawningsun

Convocate Quattrochi,

Over the past months, Lady Dawningsun has seen fit to often seek me out in public and treat me with a degree of disrespect unbefitting her, or my, station. She often sees fit to slap me with various objects, such as bouquets, or kick me in various locations such as the shins. For a long time, I chose not to act on these actions, simply because this was the sort of thing she did before I took seat as a Convocate-General, and because I, quite frankly, did not see the harm in it. Aside from the occasional bruise, which pales in comparison to the type sustained in combat, I saw no problem with this. 

 MEMORANDUM
To: Lucas Malkin, Colonel of the Legion ; Hamlen Prideux, Chief Security Officer of the Legion
Subject: The arrest of Lady Aramalia Solisbane

Moments ago, I have apprehended Lady Aramalia Solisbane. I had received a note from her, requesting to meet with me just outside Silvermoon gates, within eyesight of the guards of the gate. When I met up with her, and I asked her how she had been, she told me the following about the Sunsinger Rebellion and her escape: 

Sunsinger appears to be under some form of external control. During a moment of lucidity, he decided to release her and her daughter, after which she made her way to the city. 

Why is it so dark? Why can't I see?

His hands moved around in front of him, helplessly looking for some indicator of where he was. Out of habit, he brought his right hand up, feeling for the hilt of the axe he always wore slung across his back. All he could find were the leather straps of some type of satchel.  

No axe. And... no sword. No eyes, no ears, no axe and no sword...

How did this happen?

Surrounded by the dark towers of Deatholme, the young knight sat on the cold stone, his feet dangling above the moat of bubbling, putrid waters. The soft sounds of the agonized spirits never quite reaching his awareness, as if his very survival instincts had abandoned him.

 Citizens of Silvermoon, 

By order of the Lord-Convocate Jasper Nox, all members of the so-called "Rebellion" are to be considered wanted, dead or alive. 

The charges include the attempted bombing of Silvermoon, the bombing of the Solisbane residence, murder in the first degree, several counts of attempted murder, several counts of reckless endangerment, conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping. 
 
Should you choose to be part of the Rebellion, you will be held responsible for every act committed by the organization as a whole. Should you resist arrest, please be advised that deadly force will be used. 
 
- Aestan Firatril, 
Convocate-General of the Legion
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DIRECTIVES
TO: ALL BLOOD KNIGHTS, FARSTRIDERS, SILVERMOON CITY GUARDS
FROM: OFFICE OF THE CONVOCATE-GENERAL

((OOC: As usual the penmanship is laboured and crude))

Lady Shryn'Dael Dawningsun
Dawningsun Estates

Dear Lady Dawningsun,

Recently, you have asked me to visit your estate and to witness your armies, and were even gracious enough to offer me accomodations for a two-day stay. Unfortunately, my security officers have urged me not to take you up on this generous offer. From my staff, I have chosen the most competent person to go in my stead: Sir Hamlen Prideux.

I have asked him to contact you to arrange for a time and date.

Yours Truly,

-Aestan

((As per his other letters, the letters are written with somewhat crude, elementary penmanship. Only the Memorandum and the Job Postings are different, which are in the fluent script of a scribe))

((The following letters are all neatly penned, although the penmanship is relatively crude, lacking the years of tutoring many nobles would have had))

People of Silvermoon,

In addition to the war we find ourselves in, it is with a dark heart that I announce the emergence of a new threat to our society. Former Colonel Anandor Sunsinger has revealed his true colors in an act of treachery, and has formed a rebellious force, intent on seizing power over the city.

Ah, you're awake, wonderful. I left breakfast out on the table, over there, help yourself. I would recommend the goat's milk, it's fresh. Did you sleep well? Ah, continue the story? But it's bright in the morning, and there is no fire. A story can't be told without a fire. Unless you're in Thunder Bluff, of course, during the Sing...

Ah, you're back. Please, sit down, warm yourself by the fire, while I go get the tea. Don't look so surprised, of course I knew you were coming. Now... where was I? Ah, but of course! The Cake Shoppe. As you'll recall, our young knight had just arrived there, sided by bright Oneska. Perhaps his entire tale would never have happened without Oneska, as he might have been too shy to simply approach the store by himself. But, strengthened by her presence, he did approach.

Lying on the lush green grass of a hilltop was a young man, staring up at the clouds with a dreamy expression. Long, red hair framed his head, only held out of his eyes by a headband, which had long left its place on the boy's forehead thanks to some squiggling done to get comfortable. Were he human, you would estimate the boy to be around nineteen years old. However, his long, pointy ears and lithe frame immediately betray a pure Elven heritage.