Aurumna

Aramalia stood over her desk, a pile of partially-filled official papers to her left and an open notebook on her right.  Glancing from right to left, she copied the contents word-for-word onto the fresh parchment with a cautious hand.  Despite the late hour, her actions had energy, her eyes a focus that defied the lack of sleep that threatened to close her eyes.  She had hoped that there had been some underlying factor that could explain his actions, but no.  There could be no reason for these actions. Aramalia rolled her shoulders, not relieving any tension, but succeeding in making a number of cracks and pops.  Soon, she thought, soon…Checking for any missed details, she bound the pages together and slipped it into an envelope, sealing it with red wax.  He had considered the Virtue of Compassion a weakness.  To those who would refuse compassion to others, there would be none.

General Aestan Firatril,

As requested, I have investigated the reports made by a number of citizens both within the city and within the Horde.  Based on their testimony, I regrettably inform you that I find it necessary to continue with a formal trial against Hamlen Prideux.  The list of charges includes, but is not limited to: assault, threats of violence, harassment, and attempted unlawful arrest.  Included are the testimonies I have collected detailing the events.  Be sure that these remain private and only seen by you.

Now, I have heard that the voting for the replacement Convocate of Regulation is to happen soon.  With Prideux as one of the candidates, this may cause a bit of trouble.  I trust that you within the Convocation will find a suitable solution.

Dutifully submitted,

Aramalia Solisbane, Lieutenant-Colonel

Jakobus :: Success has come to me after my latest experiment with my mentor. His need and his drive to be correct in all of aspects of his work has been challenged and will likely result in my demise, or a humorous hypothetical thereof. He is a man that likes control, and to be in control. There is no fairness between a student and their mentor, as he has told me all too often.

He had set limits and I pushed against them, so much that I could feel his frustration and angry gaze even with a door between us. It feels so wonderful to challenge authority like this. I see why Nikolai was so thrilled to be a devious man for so long.

Damage Control has been placed at a hold, to see how my dear teacher will retaliate. It's worrisome and exciting and makes my heart race. I do hope this becomes a moment that we may both learn and grow closer from. It will open up much possibility for new adventures of the mind.

((This is a little closer to the present, but really out of place.  It was a comment left under Jasper's blog, when the civil war broke out, but I think it belongs in the book.))

Tabalah sat at the altar at the edge of the still pond, watching the sun rise over Shattrath City, and bit her lip as she read the letter in her hand.

                My Dearest Tabalah~

                Please stay where you are, you will be safer there in Shattrath City.  Civil war has broken out in Silvermoon.

           “Linthice…?  Zaraek did a double take when he saw the elven female.   He barely recognized her.  It seemed her nature was as changeable as the wind and sky, and this was what she was reflecting when she found him in Silvermoon.  Her hair was no longer the straight, white blond around her shoulders, but a light blue of the sky.  Her dress brought out the color, dark, streaked with blue and purple.  She was twilight in motion.

To those perusing this file,

The purpose of this is to inform any and all investigators of the current evidence found surrounding the possible return of the "Masked Murders" case.  These notes will be continued without my reflections so they may not influence another's possible views.  Should any have other evidence to add, send it with utmost haste so it may be added to the collection.

Dutifully submitted,

Aramalia Solisbane, Convocate-General of the Legion

Tabalah watched the grotesque creature, rotting, stinking corpse that it was, as it advanced on her with its lopsided gait, dragging one leg.

Thought I'd whip up some quick signage for Fancy Cakes -- Aestan's idea, really. Not my best work, but it does it's job. ;)

A young blood elven girl sits on the balcony of a townhouse in downtown Silvermoon. Her short red hair is pulled back in a tiny pigtail, barely longer than the width of the band holding it back. Her long, short-sleeved shirt flaps a little over her loose pants as she leans over the railing to wave at another woman on the street.

The woman waves back. She looks a few years older than the other girl by human reckoning, with a similar face and identical hair color. She has a fairer complexion than the girl, however, and her hair is tied up in a loose bun. After the wave, she walks away in the direction of the less popular districts.

The girl on the balcony sighs and sits down in a chair with a young tiger lounging under it. She pulls out a small book and starts to write in it with a pencil.