Hamlen(mentioned)

His arm is holding me against him, and for a brief flash I want to laugh. The urge is cut off in a gasp as his arm roughly pulls me tighter to him. I can feel the heat of his breath against my ear and the strength of his core as he keeps me where he wants me.

I'm smiling though, the irony is not lost on me.

For the last several weeks, when I've stolen away for these meetings with him, Fortune Velstand's first lessons to me have centered around one thing: breaking his hold.

To the Convocate of the Arcana.

Did Hamlen Prideaux conquer the city by chance? I was recently at the Fancy Cakes and he used the exact words in response to a ruffian, "You do not have freedom of speech." The ruffian had stated that in speaking out against the fact that Hamlen was elected to his post he was exercising his freedom of speech. A moment later, one of Hamlen's Blood Knights sucker-punched the man in the chest and Hamlen told him that our citizens do not have freedom of speech. Promptly after that, the man challenged the statement and Officer Prideaux stated he was placing the man under arrest. The man in question escaped, but it raises a doubt in my mind.

Are we living in a city for the free and in a nation where we are allowed to have the free thinkers and great artists, like we once did, or are we living in a Dictatorship lead by this masked Blood Knight?

 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.

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?

Days had a way of multiplying when on assignment to the North. A routine inspection of a fortification had left him stranded with a small unit during a scourge bombardment. One hell of a way to spend the beginning of the holiday season, crouched down behind patchwork barricades of metal fragments and battered siege weaponry. A couple dozen wounded, and three unlucky souls lost, dragged off the ramparts of the Citadel in a blur by some unspeakable undead monstrosity. Fading screams as they fell and fell, falls broken by the awaiting arms of the undead waiting below.