Temius
New Developments
OFFICER’S REPORT (FILE COPY)
Case #: 481516
Reporting: Sir Sidoran Sunlash, Chief Security Officer of the Legion
(p.1) Regarding the Sexual Assault and Aggravated Harassment of Rhosyn (hereafter referred to as “the Victim”),
I interviewed the Victim early on the morning of 26/4. The statement she gave, paraphrased here due to technical difficulties with the recording equipment, was initially very similar to the statement given to Convocate Sebastien Kerwin (File Missing) and coincides with the report from Doctor Jakobus Nachtengaal ([url=http://www.rp-haven.com/blog/jakobus/report_regarding_rhosyn_delivered_lady_aramalia_solisbane]File Attached[/url]). New developments are detailed from Paragraph 3 onward, with notes included for the benefit of fellow investigators.
Mistakes
(( semi-useful recap of yesterday's events, from Rhosy's perspective and knowledge. Brief! Very brief! Since I couldn't find the logs from all these conversations. Intended as a personal reference more than anything, since my attempts at narrating are woefully inadequate. -.- ))
She keeps offering me tea.
I keep telling her it’s poisoned.
Jim’s trying so hard to keep me calm, in between moments where his head is buried in a bucket, emptying the contents of his stomach. I think he knows it’s not working, and I think he knows that he can’t help in his state. I think he knows, but Light bless him, he keeps trying.
(Extra Extra...) To Kill a Mocking Word
“We’re are all to blame that and this is too much proved that with devotion’s visit and past action we do sugar coat the devil himself.” -Alan Moore/David Lloyd
Makes A Difference For That One...
The moon watches me, and I watch Hera. She's finally sleeping, there on the sand, curled up and at peace with the world. The moonlight on the soft waves of the ocean is a calming flow of light and darkness, and the pinpoints of stars pinned to the black velvet of the sky easily make this one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen--and it still can't compare to my Muse. Auburn waves framing her face, and that little smirk she wears in sleep or when awake, easily compete with the glory of the night itself. Even with all that I burdened her with tonight, she manages to sleep sweet and easy, confident in some secret belief that everything will turn out for the best.
Would that I were that easily soothed.
(UoK) Abomination Construction and You
The University of Kalimdor is proud to present an interesting lecture by Apothecary Temius titled "Abomination Construction and You". Interested attendees should meet at 8PM Goblin Servo Time at the entrance to the Royal Chambers in the Undercity.
The Sin of Pride: Part 1
Light shone so brightly in the Shrine of Unending Light that it was clearly visible high in the air over the Aldor Rise. Here in this last, safe hold of the draenei in Shattrath City, the Light shone bright in amidst of the murk of Terrokar. Levan, a young Aldor vindicator, strode proudly through the pathways of the Rise, a curved blade sheathed at his side. This was Shattrath – sanctuary, decreed so by the blessed Naaru who lingered in the middle of the city for all to behold and gain strength from. As such, Levan had, not yet, been called to unsheath the sword at his side. Perhaps if he ever was called to Shadowmoon he could fight on the Karabor front, but for now, during this part of his training, he was to guard the Shrine
First Time in the New Silvermoon
I had not been to the city often. Silvermoon never really fit my idea of a nice place. Of course it was beautiful even if there was a large rip through where my family used to live. But it was always so loud and crowded, must be hell for those guards that walk about. But the letter told me to be in Silvermoon, to wait for this mysterious sender who must have known me. I had read over the letter so many times always stopping at "Stay there, I will see you soon".
That didn't seem like it was going to happen. I had already sat there for two weeks, sharpening my blade or learning how to use a bow more proficiently. The other rangers and Farstriders, who always seemed to be at the targets practicing, didn't really help me much. They shrugged and shook their head, not even really wanting to help another who was training to be one of them!
Curiosities
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.
Dear Diary 01-1: Contemplation
Last night I sent a letter to my father, detailing some troubling events from a few nights ago involving attempts made not only on my friend Temius’s life, but my own as well. More and more lately I find myself looking over the contents of my life, how I got to this point, and where do I go from here.
The Wedding of Temius & Locket - Mirien's PoV (part 1)
(O.O)
For the love of the Light, look at the time!!!
It's going to start soon, isn't it? (>_>) Where are my notes? (<_<) WHERE ARE MY NOTES?! (>_>) Get out of the way you stupid pieces of paper! (>.<#) ARGH! Why did I use this much planning out this ceremo--AHA! \(^o^)/ Here it is! Oh thank the Sun! Now to try and find Temius.
(>_>)
(<_<)
(-_-")
Ummm... I'll clean up this mess after the ceremony. Nothing that can't be taken care of with a few flicks of a fire wand, and Daddy's probably still in the Outlands, so he won't see what a mess I made of his desk.
