A New Order

Sebastien recieved the last memo with a sigh. 

"No word from the others, eh?" he asked, looking to the apprentices around the room.  No one dared respond until one of the younger, bolder fire students spoke.

"They're calling it extended leave to attend to duties in the field, sir.  Convocate-General Firatril's tendered a formal resignation, same with Featherfax and Prideux.  No word whatsoever from LaMont."

Kerwin closed his eyes solemnly, taking a long, patient breath.  "Then the situation has become as we feared.  Gentlemen and ladies, inform your superiors.  Operation Al'ar is now in effect."

The apprentices looked somewhat nervously about the room.  Sebastien rose, his vestments materializing around him with a whiff of arcane power.  "I said GO, damn your eyes!" he thundered, the apprentices rapidly vanishing in teleportation to their various departments.  Pulling out an arcane bauble, Sebastien pressed a glyph across its surface, the image of Grand Magister Romnath appearing in the air.

"Sir.  I regret to inform you that the Convocation has fallen on hard times."

"That much is obvious, Convocate Kerwin."  Romnath's eyes sternly locked on the old elf.  "The Regent Lord is not pleased by this."

"I understand sir.  I am amending the situation as we speak.  Operation Al'ar is in effect."

"Al'ar?  You have-"

"Suspended the existing Convocational structure and placed myself at its head, yes sir I have."  Sebastien's eyes locked on the Grand Magister.  "You may refer to me as Lord Convocate for the forseeable future."

Romnath's image seemed to narrow its gaze at him.  "The Convocation must be reorganized, Lord Convocate.  The city must have its government secure."

"That is my task to bring to fruition, sir.  Let it trouble you and the Regent Lord no further.  The Silver Circle will be complete again, on this I give my word." 

"See that it is, Lord Convocate.  We shall expect to hear of success."

Kerwin nodded. "As is your will, Grand Magister.  Anar'alah Belore." 

"Anar'alah Belore." Romnath's image returned with a nod, then vanished.

Sebastien snapped his fingers, and the world flared with arcane energy around him, the magister teleporting into the Convocation's assembly chamber.  "IXIDOS!"

The harried chief aide to the convocate appeared in another teleportational flash, saluting. 

"Send word to Salvius and tell him to do what he does best.  Get me Sunlash and that Marquis Decarabia..." he paused, stroking his goatee.  "And Severidan.  Bring them all here, quickly.  We will be whole again."

"At your will, Lord Convocate." Ixidos said with a bit of a tremor in his voice, vanishing again.

"A new order."  Sebastien said softly, the room silent as he stood alone with his thoughts, looking up at the great phoenix banner that dominated the room.  "My order.  My task."  His gaze grew determined. 

"All is as it must be."