To the attention of her grace, Grand Cleric Elthina.
By now, you have no doubt received the reports of the incidents, that have taken place yesterday. I apologize for having to resort to written words, to report to you, but presently, there are too many matters that require immediate attention, and I myself am wounded and in no shape to present myself. While I will of course join you as soon as possible, and provide a more thorough report on the state of affairs, the purpose of this letter is twofold.
Firstly, I do not know what you have heard about the unfortunate events that unfolded, but let me assure you, that the incident was in no way provoked or triggered by mages, let alone any under demonic influence. As unfortunate as it was, any magic violence was an act of immediate self defense, a reaction to an attack. To my knowledge, the Knight Commander tried to invoke the right of annulment, without any justification or grounds for such a grave decision. And to my knowledge, and that of any templar I was able to consult, Meredith also lacked the permission or your grace, that is required to invoke the right.
For the time being, while large parts of the Gallows have been damaged, and while we are still struggling to even tend to the wounded, we remain operational. The few mages left, have joined our efforts to restore order as peacefully and quickly as possible.
The second matter that needs to be discussed, is the Knight Commanders succession. With the Commander deceased, and the Knight Captains dead or wounded and in mortal danger, I am the highest of rank, remaining among the templar forces. Therefore, with your permission, I will assume the mantle of Knight Commander of Kirkwall, at the very least until order is fully restored.
Your humble servant,
Ser Thrask
Dear Elthina.
Your Grace.
The troubling news have just reached my ears. Of fire in the gallows, of ghastly lights and screams, of murder and uproar. I know the nobles have held a meeting, and if the whispers are true, the revered Knight Commander is no more. The guards in front your quarters would not let me through, but at least one of the sisters in faith agreed to deliver this message to you.
I do not know how much you've been told, or what, but I urge you. Do not trust the mages, that openly defy the chantries, no the makers law. I know that you pray for the makers guidance, and believe me, so do I. But we have to act quickly, lest even his guidance will not be of help anymore. I beg you, flee the city, at least for some time. Until the dust has settled, and the lines are clear. To Starkhaven perhaps where it would be my honor to accommodate you, or even further. But with the Knight Commander dead, it is but a matter of time, until mages or worse will come for the chantry, come for you, with blind vengeance in their hearts. The maker did not curse those souls without reason. And you are too important, for the chantry, for me, to fall victim to such fate.
Please, for the love of the Maker, at least consider my suggestion. I have gathered what few trustworthy, faithful men I know. Make haste, and we can leave this very night, before anyone notices, before anyone comes for you.
If I should set in motion what I have prepared, send someone to the gardens, you know the place.
Yours, as always
Sebastian Vael
-A letter and a note, both adressed to Grand Cleric Elthina, supposedly written 9:36 Dragon, retrieved after the retaking of Kirkwall 9:42 Dragon