Satchiel

Another dream.

This one more about my past rather than a jumbled mess of symbols and metephors.

But it felt as if I was living it over again ...

It was as if the day started out like normal. I woke before the sun to a quiet forest where the mists were still casting their shadows. I was already moving when any of the others began to stir, Lyncis rubbing against my right hand and my bow in my left.

I have always enjoyed the forest when all seemed still as if a painting. Wandering the shadows with no one but my compainion is the most peaceful thing I have known. It hurt, though, dreaming of the bond Lyncis and I once had. My becomming a noble and being gone from Eversong for long periods of time had pushed her away ... she may not come back....

So be it,Kagg thought to himself.  If I am to die today, it will be with courage.  He took a deep breath, facing down the razor-sharp beak and the beady red eyes of the gigantic bird of prey in front of him.  He stepped forward, keeping his expression steady, determined not to let any fear show on his face.

“That one is Camilla.” Lord-Convocate Sebastien Artemidorus Kerwin ran a hand lovingly along the other monstrosity that he stood next to.  “This one is Bucephalus.  They’re old friends of mine.”

Kagg nodded.  He looked up at the hawkstrider in front of him; Camilla squawked softly, turning her head slightly to fix the young orc with a haughty glare.  “Camilla.  You will be bearing me on our mission.  We must work together, or we both shall fall,” the boy said.

I had a visitor. Rather, Faetrix had a visitor; a gentleman caller, if you will. Regardless, I was excited to have company!

He had sent word ahead that he would be arriving at the penthouse loft she owned. I stared in a cracked, scarf-adorned mirror and blotted the lipstick on Faetrix's lips, making sultry expressions only made twisted by the reflection of scarlet in my eyes. Tossing the pigmented vial into the antique vanity, I rose and sauntered through the apartment to take careful inventory. The hookah table in the center of the living space was straightened, dozens of sparkling, gemmed boxes holding various and sundry illicit substances. The Convocate had quite a habit she shoved up her nose and through her veins, as it turned out, and each box had a different treat.

Crossing to straighten a lush velour pillow on Faetrix's cigarette-burned divan, I peered out the stained glass bay window overlooking the fountains in the courtyard, and I saw him arriving. He was magnificient, handsome as his father the Lord Convocate was in his prime, and wrapped in azure and cerulean leather. I thought vaguely of how I would tear that leather off with my teeth and revel in Satchiel Kerwin's lust.

50.) Wood

Calligan idly carved and whittled at the branch he'd collected from Eversong's reaches, setting down the tiny figure of a lounging female blood elf on the rock by the falls.  He gave a soft, sad smile, turning away and moving to the next one.  A wooden flower carved by hand was set in the hollow under a bridge.  And a small carved dragonhawk toy sat idly by his desk at work, all for hands that would never hold them.

49.) Winter

Satchiel glanced around the streets with eyes sharp, shield raised and blade readied.  He'd been on his way to see Fae when the guards had raised alarms - it was typical around Tranquillien that a raised alarm usually meant a guard letting out a bloodcurdling scream as he died.  Life on the ragged edge, Satch mused as he looked around for the source.  He had been chasing through the ruined city with a small patrol of four spellbreakers, rushing past scenes of civillians murdered without mercy or pity.  Not Scourge, the cuts were too clean.  Not Trolls either, the wounds weren't from axes.

Satchiel laid back in his cell, eyes closed drowsily, one foot propped on a bent knee as he relaxed on the hard floor.  If I were lucky, he thought to himself, this'd be about the time that the sexy warden wanders down, eager to see the famous Kerwin and teach him a lesson.  He smirked.  With Wind.  Maybe even that cute Sergeant Sunbow. 

"You've certainly gotten yourself in trouble now, lad." came a booming, authoritative voice.

Satchiel winced, his ears drooping.  Thank you, o Light, not exactly what I was asking for, he thought.

Sitting up, Satchiel's gaze met that of an older blood elf, dressed in a richly accoutremented blue silken suit.  His long white hair streamed down over his shoulders, and he looked over Satchiel with a stern yet sad expression.

"Hi, Dad."

The old sin'dorei strode proudly down the hallway, his boots clicking along the floor as he walked.  His expression stern and authoratative, the blue silken outfit he wore contrasting sharply amidst the dim red lighting leading to the cell block.  Two spellbreaker guards stood in his path, crossing their blades before him as he halted his advance.

"Sir, no one's to see the prisoner unless it's on official business.  You're going to have to leave."

"Nonsense, lad!" Sebastien beamed, smiling in a grandfatherly fashion.  "It's normal visiting hours, and besides that I'm the lad's family.  Surely there's no trouble."

The Spellbreaker held firm.  "No, sir.  No exceptions, we're not chancing this with someone who's already accused of breaking someone out of prison."

I used to never have problems with nightmares. I would rarely even have dreams. Some would say that my eyes were a color that would not allow me to find such a attentive mind when in sleep. I would believe the druids more than my own kind more. They explained that when the mind is in a completely relaxed state it would not show dreams but visions, and only when you accept them you would even remember that they happened. I believe this is the case to the nightmare that became a reality to me.

The day started out like normal. I woke before the sun to a quiet forest where the mists were still casting their shadows. I was already moving when any of the others began to stir, Lyncis rubbing against my right hand and my bow in my left. I have always enjoyed the forest when all seemed still as if a painting. Wandering the shadows with no one but my compainion is the most peaceful thing I have known. There is little chance I will ever be there again.

Sunwing on the loose - Two guards murdered - Blood Knight implicated in escape

Silvermoon Correctional -

The city was rocked today to hear of the sudden and brazen escape of Rivanne Sunwing, the implicated suspect of multiple counts of torture and kidnapping as well as an attack upon the pregnant Convocate-General Aramalia Solisbane during Sunwing's capture by the city authorities.