I went with Veleth Ashcaster, Renethiel, Amran, and Knight Enforcer Rosevale to find where the clues lead. We entered into a dark underground area and I called upon the Light to make myself a beacon so we could see in the dark. This revealed the two groups of cultists- most were killed but two of them saw the Light and went to great lengths to help us.
All of the cultists we encountered said things like: The shadows grant us clarity and strength and power- we’ve all heard mad whispers like it before. But they seemed to be in the dark throughout the entire underground.
Before we encountered Sorena Dawngrace we encountered a door with void and shadow runes, that blocked our way. The rest of the group sought safety as Light and Shadow do not mix well. But with the Light’s strength the runes were powered up and we proceeded into the room Sorana Dawngrace was in.
Dawngrace was defeated but slit her own throat and before I could heal her she died. Seeing value in her corpse I picked it up and carried it with us. We found a crystal that seemed to drain the Light and a unconsious prisoner. The crystal gave me an uneasy feeling though i did not carry it.
Sorana Dawngrace’s corpse has been given an autopsy by myself before I sewed her up, washed her corpse and dressed her in white and blue mooncloth robes bought from a nearby store. I gave her her final rites before tying her hands and feet together and putting Sorana Dawngrace into stasis so her body will remain preserved.
Sorana’s autopsy report- 45 years old at her time of death. She would be pale, slightly malnourished, dirty. She would have calloused hands. Cause of death would be obvious – blood loss from neck would with a sharp weapon. There would be nothing else physically wrong with her, but magically she would possess traces of void magic.
“And one was done. But two did come.” Windsong tilted her scrying mirror, watching the gathered in the crowd. But she couldn’t help herself. Vyntael wasn’t enough and as the shadows darkened in the room
Vyntael, Luneth, Firioneil, Catriah Phoenixhearth…and the so called King caught her eyes. Possibilities began to come intoexistence before her mind’s eye and as her head canted, focusing. She saw the one that carried Belore’s favor, who’d become a beacon of fury and seemingly boundless energy, whose gentle strength and determination filled his dull colored eyes.
Letters were given to the shadows and they disappeared to deliver the papers. “Luneth, Firioneil, Catriah, and Vyntael- the future looks good for you.”
And then the last…
“So many plans.” She whispered to the red robes and blond hair. “But so much is stacked against you.” Was he able to see she was watching? There were no signs. A deck of cards, frayed and worn with the years sat on the table in front of her. Focusing her will she pressed her hand against the soft paper, pressing down gently to spread the deck out. A soft bloodred glow came into being as her hand hovered. Staring into the mirror as she picked one card. Flipping them over one by one as visions played out in her mind.
She didn’t -need- it. But for accuracy. Increased accuracy, the deck was helpful.
“Ah, a few chances. But there’s so much against you.” Eldin’arcus picked up a cup and she watched him drink. “Whether it’s bitter wine or vinegar you drink it, accepting it for what it is.”
Death.
The cup fell to the ground. Against her will she bit her teeth as the cup took its sweet time falling. There was a name on the cup and she squinted, trying to glean whose it was. When it finally touched the ground, she hissed. Reversed. “You should stay behind. The cup you drink from is not yours.“
Posters made for Symphony of Silvermoon. Pro loyalist posters. Credit to @cynfuldax@thinariel-farmight and @veleth95 for helping to inspire a lot of them!
You were kidnapped before the fighting even began.”I know he’s a strong healer who will turn the tides of battle for us.” Were among Dawnseeker’s words to you. This wasn’t your place among the Imperialists. Wearing your white Dawnmender’s robes, you were a sore thumb amid the dark colors and fel greens. Netherwatch promised your safety and that you would return home. Dalheim noticed you didn’t belong.
When the battle began Dawnseeker became your shield. You blessed the man so he wouldn’t die in battle. When a rescuer from the other side found you your throat burnt from fel smoke, grass and blood stained your robes and the air around you was filled with searing fire. You had grown so used to the Guard, being behind a Sunspear or having other menders for backup. But if other menders had come out onto the battlefield you did not see them. But as wounded and dead began to fall you see why the Light brought you here. You failed the first time but the second you succeed and impose your will over Dawnseeker. You force him to go to safety.
In the chaos those that were severely wounded would die. They couldn’t make it to Falconwing Square and the Imperialists? Forgotten or to be imprisoned and healed later. So you focus your efforts and as fighting kept moving closer to the Imperialist King and his spire you stayed to heal the worst.
Slowly, it seemed, the Loyalists pushed and made the Imperialists move back. Further and further back they went. There were no other menders, it seemed. Not outside of the makeshift infirmary at the Square. So you move to the bridge when someone tells you of the dying. A knight in Imperialist colors, metal breastplate shredded and bleeding out his lifesblood. The Light’s warmth rushes through your hands to heal, mending what was damaged. There was no time to numb his wounds and for the briefest moment you regret that. He wakes up and despite the invigorating feeling of the magic you had used you can feel the heavy cost of such quick healing. The imperialist’s eyes open and as his look up at yours you can’t say if it’s gratitude or shame in his eyes.
But he would live.
There’s an illidari who is gathering the wounded and dying. He sees you healing by the bridge and he brings you more. They wouldn’t make it to Falconwing Square and you can’t heal all of their wounds. But you can heal them to get them stable. Enough to be moved.
No other healers are near you. The Illidari has found so many dying and severely wounded. Your mender’s robes are stained with dirt and grass and blood. But the blood seems to weigh your arms down.
The Light is with you, you promise yourself as you feel its warmth and love fill you. The faces and wounded become a blur. But the Light whispers to you as you switch your focus. You remember Captain Amren’s face and her wounds, the Scion looking emaciated. You whisper promises you’ll bring them to safety.
Healing so fast takes so much from you. You’re using a waterfall to fill a single bowl instead of dipping it into the river. It’s become a hand squeezing your heart with every exhale. No matter how invigorating it feels to channel the Light you are just a man. You only have so much strength.
Gifts from the wounded and those bringing them back come to you in the form of potions and their own magic. They restore your strength as it wanes and it helps you stay up past what you could normally stand. If you had any thoughts or worries beside this battle they do not exist. It was fortunate for you that another Loyalist stood guard over you. Xeyr? Xelyr? You try to remember the name offered up to you but it slips from your memories like water between your fingers.
The stuttering makes it hard to talk as your voice cracked and your parched throat speaks. But Catriah takes the wounded with her as does the rogue. You’re grateful. So so grateful. But the chance to express that does not come as more wounded arrive.
The wounded have finally slowed.
Vesryn brings you a familiar face and you stare down at Firioneil. Slashed across his face and drained of his strength. You spare a moment to offer Vesryn thanks. You helped one Imperial leave but… you don’t bat an eye as you decide to help another. Hoping Orinthion was close by you help Firioneil up.
Velard comes by, riding his horse. He wants Firioneil sent over once his wounds have healed. The Light speaks in your mind. You don’t trust him. Something feels off. Orinthion must have been waiting closeby.
Firioneil is given over to Ornithion. Better than Velard.
You make sure the wounded are sent to the inn set up in the Square. The Scion is taken with you as you turn around and head towards the Dawnspire. When he’s set down you set the handful of mana crystals you were given by his side to treat him. If only all of your patients were treated so easily tonight. You offer a prayer to the Light for him before you finally consider your shift ‘done’ and seek out a bed.
Done. It’s just one word in your mind but it seems to trigger everything the given magic and potions had held back. Your hands tremble badly and you know you’ve pushed yourself too hard. But you can’t ignore how the world is narrowing and fading any longer. Whether it was Thanelor or another that helped you into your bed you cannot recall. Your time was over and the day was finally done. There is relief in that.
As darkness takes you vision and sleep claims you, you wonder if all of the blood spilled and death was worth it.
Days ago, an effectively-organized group of villainous Quel’dorei terrorists snuck like slimy serpents into our great capital via the use of well-forged documentation. This deceptive cadre of exiled degenerates attempted to defy our good laws, strike fear into the hearts of our strong citizens, murder noble members of our law enforcement agency, and so much more evil, all in an effort to steal one of our kingdom’s captive’s; a captive who was heavily associated with them, and a captive who was being held on serious charges of the upmost concern: treason.
Within the very bowels of the Blood Knight Order’s Hall of Blood, a battle between good and evil raged between our own great Blood Watch and the demon-esq sowers of discontent mentioned prior; and, in the fray, the captive sought was slain by one of our own with good intent in-mind. However, despite good intentions, and despite the necessity to prevent any high-profile potential traitors from escaping captivity via any means necessary, it has come to our attention that the method used to stop the captive’s escape was needlessly excessive, and potentially in breach of the Blood Watch’s own respectable code of conduct.
As such, the slayer of the captive, one Knight-Lord Arrodis Lightfury, a Knight-Commander of the Blood Watch and veteran of several of our nation’s wars, has been removed from the unit of his now-former charge, and returned to his previous, non-festival senior Blood Knight duties.
The state has heard your concerns, tirelessly observed the facts, and, after much deliberation, acted with our kingdom’s best interests at heart. With the fracturing caused by Knight-Lord Lightfury’s distasteful potential code violation, the Blood Watch has been in need of swift rejuvenation. As such and as expected, the Magisters and the Blood Knight Order have moved swiftly to achieve such, appointing one Master Koyasha Mace to Knight-Lord Lightfury’s former place of Knight-Commander and increasing recruitment effort funding.
The fair city of Silvermoon may now return to its usual state of exemplary order, security, and normality, and the Magisters will ever-continue to keep our great and mighty nation on track towards unmatched future prosperity.
Anu belore dela’na and Tal anu’men no Sin’dorei.
– The Magisters, Your nation’s administrators
Want to get involved? www.symphonyofsilvermoon.com
Post written up by Arrodis but posted here for everyone to see!
Along with a political poster, Selestra sent out various letters with the same message to all Loyalists and to one Erilihn Autumnsong. Liria Brightfall wore colors of red and silver, making sure not to hide herself as she handed out the letters. It seemed that this was a public matter. [SOS Shade]
The Solidarity Festival is coming up this January 2nd! This will be the kickoff event for the Symphony of Silvermoon series. How should you get ready? Find a date, of course! Fortunately, you can buy one at the Date Auction held in the Royal Exchange of Silvermoon this January 1st from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM CST. 50% of the proceeds will go to the festival’s fencing tournament, and the other 50% will go to the person being auctioned. Don’t miss out! All those interested in being auctioned should fill out this form in advance.
As for the events of the day after, our biggest attraction will be the Fencing Tournament held at the Hall of Blood starting at 8:00 PM CST. This tourney is intended to demonstrate the Fate Point system devised by S.O.S. coordinators and promote factional pride! 1st place winner will receive a full-body art commission by bearcub at DeviantArt as well as their share of gold raised by the date auction. 2nd and 3rd place winners will also receive their share of the gold raised and the appropriate honors.
If you have any questions, please message me in-game on Thanidiel/Discord Tag xerevies#4643 or join our Symphony of Silvermoon Discord here to get involved – we have multiple forms and announcements in our Ticket Booth Category for people to learn all about the S.O.S. project, along with registry for the multiple project attractions and aspects we have in place for the community’s enjoyment.
“The Sin’dorei are well known for their tailoring experts, but none match the precision and quality from the Bloodwing family.”
Out of all of the tailoring outlets found in Silvermoon, none match the quality then those made from Bloodwing’s Tailoring Emporium. From the simplest of clothes to the most finest robes, we can make it.
Check us out during the Symphony of Silvermoon starting in January, where we will be located in the Bazaar region, inside Silvermoon’s Finery.))
((Shoutout to @tyleril-silversword for making this. Check out their booth in Farstrider square, for all of your blacksmithing needs!))
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