The Light
General Vad, 18 of the High October
Great news general! We believe we have located the final stronghold of Orcs on Faydwer. After weeks of searching the nauseating slave mines and deciphering the Orc fortress layouts we believe that there is a tunnel deep within the ground where the final troops have been retreating. I myself saw over these discoveries and knew you'd be quite pleased.
As for the slaves, they all have been sent to their homes. To your request dear lord, they all went home with a good cent in their pockets to bring back to their families.that is, if they survived the Orcish cruelty. You wouldn't believe the things we saw here the first few days after your leave to Mistmoore to save the lady Blaze and retrieve the Staff. Battles went on for hours.lost more slaves than soldiers. Each of them buried in their homelands religious way. A good many could not be identified. They were classified by race and shackle numbers.like prisoners. Only prisoners would be treated like royalty compared to this. All I can say is may Tunare bless their souls.
I must take my leave now general as I am sure you are a busy man and I would not like to waste your day by having your eyes roll over these messy letters when they should be patrolling the streets of our beloved Felwithe. Leanela and Jardic send their regards. Hopefully, we will return home soon. It maybe be a few miles away..but, well home is home. You can miss it when your right outside your door!
Capt. Aurion Lightbay
"You're still writing him those silly letters of progress? If he was so concerned with the matter he would've came back." The human snapped as she waltzed unwelcome into the tiny, dreary tent.
Aurion lifted his eyes off of his worn parchment to acknowledge the voice. Before him stood a beautiful human woman clad in a gleaming Oracle robe. Her brown hair settled from the wind at shoulders length and clouded her smoky gray eyes.
"You shouldn't say that Lae! The General is home protecting my people. He's where he needs to be. There is no use for him here." Aurion replied back as he sealed the letter with a coating of blue candle wax.
"There's no use for him because he uses you as his little errand boy, Auri. Right now we could be home, spending our days lying along the lake shore. Or..we could've done something a little more productive." Lea said as she leaned over the wooden desk in motion to kiss Aurion. Acting quickly, he pushed his chair away and walked to the opening of the tent; looking out on what used to be the Crushbone Fortedell.
"Right.I forgot about you and you're waiting for your second miss perfect. You're wasting your gorgeous time Auri, love doesn't come too often."
Aurion's eyes drifted off into the distance as he watched his men haul off Orc carcasses to throw them in massive, fiery pits. He stood there for a moment time until another familiar voice diverted his attention.
"What's going on now?" The man's voice gargled over his mouthful of days old apples. He too was a Human with little hair upon his head and a patch covering his gouged out eye.
"Aurion is reminiscing about Maylia, again. She's dead Aurion, why not let it rest." Laeanla sighed in disgust as she rested her hand upon Tornb's bronze covered shoulder.
"It is my punishment." Aurion replied as a tear drop slowly fell down his dirt covered cheek.
"Don't blame ye self for it Auri, wasn't your fault. That Dark-Elf was quick and strong, no way you could've." Tornb began before Laeanla interrupted.
"Of course he couldn't have saved her; she was up against a Karisbayne. They're infamous Teir' Dal assassins and weaponry suppliers to Orc strongholds all over Norrath, or at least they were. But luckily for Norrath there is only one left."
"But unfortunately for Norrath she's the mightiest one yet. She doesn't have a single once of mercy in her blood." Aurion muttered over their cruel reminders of his past wife's death. He remembered the Dark Elven woman they spoke of. He remembered her cold, emotionless face as she killed the woman he loved.
"You'll get your revenge Auri. After you kill her, you can get back to more important things." Lae giggled as she bumped Aurion in the hips and seductively walked out of the dimming cabin flap. Aurion ignored her and panned his eyes again over the horizon. For the first time in many years, the sunset was beautiful here.
Tornb proceeded over to Aurion's side and patted him on the back before following after Laeanla. Unable to hold back his tears any longer, he threw himself down at his worn, tattered desk and opened a bottle of century's old whiskey and chugged it down as if it were water. As he quieted his sobs, he dipped his quill bank into its ink well and began scratching out letters on another parchment not meant for anyone's eyes.
"My mother, dearest of all mothers. Why? Why do you plague my mind with such memories that I wish to leave behind me. Maylia has been dead for nearly 3 years now! Why won't you let me move on? Why won't I move on? What is it in these visions you want me to see? What am I meant to understand.why do I even write this? Innoruuk took my Maylia away and you did nothing to stop him. Where was you blessing that you promised us? Why have you failed to guide me? Why have you turned your back on me? Have I forsaken you? Have I not been faithful enough? What have I done? What have I.." he wrote before he slowly cried himself to sleep right where he sat in the dim light that the candle before him emitted. Everything seemed to stop in blessed peace for a moments time until the candles flame flickered black, and a shadow snuck across the land.
General Vad, 18 of the High October
Great news general! We believe we have located the final stronghold of Orcs on Faydwer. After weeks of searching the nauseating slave mines and deciphering the Orc fortress layouts we believe that there is a tunnel deep within the ground where the final troops have been retreating. I myself saw over these discoveries and knew you'd be quite pleased.
As for the slaves, they all have been sent to their homes. To your request dear lord, they all went home with a good cent in their pockets to bring back to their families.that is, if they survived the Orcish cruelty. You wouldn't believe the things we saw here the first few days after your leave to Mistmoore to save the lady Blaze and retrieve the Staff. Battles went on for hours.lost more slaves than soldiers. Each of them buried in their homelands religious way. A good many could not be identified. They were classified by race and shackle numbers.like prisoners. Only prisoners would be treated like royalty compared to this. All I can say is may Tunare bless their souls.
I must take my leave now general as I am sure you are a busy man and I would not like to waste your day by having your eyes roll over these messy letters when they should be patrolling the streets of our beloved Felwithe. Leanela and Jardic send their regards. Hopefully, we will return home soon. It maybe be a few miles away..but, well home is home. You can miss it when your right outside your door!
Capt. Aurion Lightbay
"You're still writing him those silly letters of progress? If he was so concerned with the matter he would've came back." The human snapped as she waltzed unwelcome into the tiny, dreary tent.
Aurion lifted his eyes off of his worn parchment to acknowledge the voice. Before him stood a beautiful human woman clad in a gleaming Oracle robe. Her brown hair settled from the wind at shoulders length and clouded her smoky gray eyes.
"You shouldn't say that Lae! The General is home protecting my people. He's where he needs to be. There is no use for him here." Aurion replied back as he sealed the letter with a coating of blue candle wax.
"There's no use for him because he uses you as his little errand boy, Auri. Right now we could be home, spending our days lying along the lake shore. Or..we could've done something a little more productive." Lea said as she leaned over the wooden desk in motion to kiss Aurion. Acting quickly, he pushed his chair away and walked to the opening of the tent; looking out on what used to be the Crushbone Fortedell.
"Right.I forgot about you and you're waiting for your second miss perfect. You're wasting your gorgeous time Auri, love doesn't come too often."
Aurion's eyes drifted off into the distance as he watched his men haul off Orc carcasses to throw them in massive, fiery pits. He stood there for a moment time until another familiar voice diverted his attention.
"What's going on now?" The man's voice gargled over his mouthful of days old apples. He too was a Human with little hair upon his head and a patch covering his gouged out eye.
"Aurion is reminiscing about Maylia, again. She's dead Aurion, why not let it rest." Laeanla sighed in disgust as she rested her hand upon Tornb's bronze covered shoulder.
"It is my punishment." Aurion replied as a tear drop slowly fell down his dirt covered cheek.
"Don't blame ye self for it Auri, wasn't your fault. That Dark-Elf was quick and strong, no way you could've." Tornb began before Laeanla interrupted.
"Of course he couldn't have saved her; she was up against a Karisbayne. They're infamous Teir' Dal assassins and weaponry suppliers to Orc strongholds all over Norrath, or at least they were. But luckily for Norrath there is only one left."
"But unfortunately for Norrath she's the mightiest one yet. She doesn't have a single once of mercy in her blood." Aurion muttered over their cruel reminders of his past wife's death. He remembered the Dark Elven woman they spoke of. He remembered her cold, emotionless face as she killed the woman he loved.
"You'll get your revenge Auri. After you kill her, you can get back to more important things." Lae giggled as she bumped Aurion in the hips and seductively walked out of the dimming cabin flap. Aurion ignored her and panned his eyes again over the horizon. For the first time in many years, the sunset was beautiful here.
Tornb proceeded over to Aurion's side and patted him on the back before following after Laeanla. Unable to hold back his tears any longer, he threw himself down at his worn, tattered desk and opened a bottle of century's old whiskey and chugged it down as if it were water. As he quieted his sobs, he dipped his quill bank into its ink well and began scratching out letters on another parchment not meant for anyone's eyes.
"My mother, dearest of all mothers. Why? Why do you plague my mind with such memories that I wish to leave behind me. Maylia has been dead for nearly 3 years now! Why won't you let me move on? Why won't I move on? What is it in these visions you want me to see? What am I meant to understand.why do I even write this? Innoruuk took my Maylia away and you did nothing to stop him. Where was you blessing that you promised us? Why have you failed to guide me? Why have you turned your back on me? Have I forsaken you? Have I not been faithful enough? What have I done? What have I.." he wrote before he slowly cried himself to sleep right where he sat in the dim light that the candle before him emitted. Everything seemed to stop in blessed peace for a moments time until the candles flame flickered black, and a shadow snuck across the land.