convocation

It was always hard to tell whether she was smiling or not; Fyodora didn't have much in the way of a face left.  The harlequin pattern of brightly colored cloth patches and stitching revealing little of her emotions when she made an attempt, and the empty sockets of her eyes didn't help.  Fyodora looked around at those gathered in the old Brill graveyard, the heavily-armored warriors, massive weapons at their sides or backs.  Other in their robes or light clothes, eyes narrowed, hands empty yet still betraying the position of their weapons.

 To Whomever reads this.

I never thought this would happen, I'm still reeling from the shock, and I am beginning to fear for my life. I cannot fathom what has taken place here and I can only assume that somehow, foul play was involved. That or Silvermoon politics are more corrupt or confusing than I could assume.

Hamlen Prideux was elected Convocate of regulation.

I did not expect to wake up on the day that marked my first full week back in Silvermoon, constantly checking my peripheral vision for guards I keep thinking are closing in. I still cannot understand the convocation's logic and right now i'm as on my guard as I could possibly be.

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.

Aelitha sat up and stretched, pulling her arms above her head with a yawn, her back popping before lowering her arms. Looking around at the series of blue, silk covered beds she realized that she must have slept late again because they were all empty, and made.