Mylady Elohanna Reid, apart from your work as a member of the Angel's Guild, I have heard that you are following the Lifegiver, may His gentle Light shine always, as well as are an instructor at the Tower Academy of Hempstead and a trained spellweaver. Rumours of the good work that you and your husband Andrew William Reid have done have reached my ears, and I fought with your husband during the last days of the incursion of the Deepening Dark in the Siphe Principally. Albeit it might appear as an odd request, I would like to ask you if the experience you and your husband collected in your years in regards to the War of Blood, the Deepening Dark and the Planes of Existance could help in my attempt at broading my knowledge. I wish to understand the sources of power that forces like the Deepening Dark taps into, and the ability to drain life. Such corruptions must not be allowed to life, and I would like to include sources outside the Church of the Hand of Virtue in my learning. Beyond this, I would like to inquire if there is any kind of special talent or knack that one must have in order to learn spellweaving. The war in Fiorez showed me that we lack men and women who are able to defend us all against the influences of darker arts. I wish to inquire how complicated, expensive and time intensive it would be to create a program aimed at training the skilled and not so skilled to help against these kinds of threads. A war as this one leaves orphans and shattered people behind, and I think that it would be a good way to teach them how to defend themselves, give them a purpose beyond the rebuilding. This is, at least for now, a formal inquiry, I am lacking funds and political backing to put such things in motions, but it can't hurt to know. May you carry the light for those that lost their way in the twilight, Respectfully, ~William Leox, Paladin, Order of the Longsword
Mylady Faewen, It is a long time since we last met, and I still did not forget your question in regards to war and conflict and violence. The war against the Deepening Dark is almost over, but I fear its aftermath will be feeled for generations to come, both in wounds to the souls and the land. I am almost sure that more war is soon to erupt, be it in Fiorez, be it elsewhere, and there is enough conflict and misery that pleagues our time. I would like to inquire, with all due respect to your profession as a healer and follower of the Lifegiver, if you think that it is possible to create a program for orphans and those that lost all to join the ranks of the healers. Especially for the children and adolescent of this conflict, I would like to see an opportunity to get an education both of profession and morals beyond the firm rules of this faith or that faith. In cooperation with other organisations, orphanages and academies, in your opinion, what do we need? How much time would it take to set it up, in your opinion, and how long would the training take? How do you estimate the chances of success? Do you think it is possible by means of skillful negotiation to coordinate a lot of effords? We stand strong together or will fall divided, Respectfully, ~William Leox, Paladin, Order of the Longsword
[...] “We only have a finite counts of heartbeats between birth and death”, the fox said to Fahid, “You are a son of the desert, you count and measure the stars to navigate the sea of sand. Be it stars or sand pebbles, their number appears infinite. Only when you notice them change and slowly run out you begin to realize their worth to you and you realize what they mean. They are like drops of water for you, but it is too late – you are like a man surrounded by easily accessible water, you do not know the worth of a drop of star, sand, or heartbeat. How then can you claim to know who you are and that you know your duty and what to do?” [...]
My Dearest William, I came across this poem during my studies, and it inspired me greatly. The first thing I wanted to do was share it with you. You are in my heart, may the days be short so once again I can be in your presence. In Torans Light, Orn
*In a separate piece of delicate paper is this poem written in blue ink in elegant calligraphy: Don't Quit When things go wrong as they sometimes will; When the road you're trudging seems all uphill; When the funds are low, and the debts are high; And you want to smile, but you have to sigh; When care is pressing you down a bit Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Success is failure turned inside out; The silver tint of the clouds of doubt; And you can never tell how close you are; It may be near when it seems afar. So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit - It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.
A small wooden box arrives for Daniella Stormhaven, containing a small necklace with an ankh craved from hickory, carefully smoothed and crafted with great care. Alongside is a letter, neatly folded and written from a sure hand.Dear Lady Commander Daniella Stormhaven,I did search long and thouroughly for words to write this letter only to find myself lacking where it counts. It fills me with joy that you and Lord Siphe were blessed with a daughter. May she with her joy and laughter be a source of happiness for the both of you, and heal the wounds and sooth the scars and memories and worries that you both rather want to forget. Each of us deserves happiness and hope in their lives, and I hope that you and your daughter will be the source of happiness and hope for many in and beyond the young nation. I pray for the safety of your young family, knowing that it is not enough.There is a tradition among the Leox family to send a small wooden token to those we carry in our hearts and in our mind and have been blessed with a child, so just as Miss Jillian Stuart-Alexander I send you this small ankh. I do not have the trues for a luxurious gift, and I hope not to offend with it.As from where I am now, I am very limited in what I can do to keep you and your daughter safe as would be my duty as your former student. I will keep you in my prayers,With best wishes and highest hopes,~William LeoxDear William,Thank you for the beautiful and thoughtful gift. I know that she will cherish it once she is older. Thank you again.~Daniella StormhavenThe gusts seldom reached his desk, but even with closed blinds the candle flickered occasionally, the weather from outside like a cold wet breath hovering over him. Well, at least one page was finished before he had to put ink and quill aside because the parchment began to welt slightly. He wished Orn was here, and maybe he should not have such thoughts, on the other hand, it would be some much nicer and certainly happier. William carefully opened the small stove in the corner of the room and flicked a piece of wood in.Inefficient usage of resources. Another problem. It would get worse over time, unless they get something going soon. And infrastructure, living conditions and resource usage would be the least of his problems if whatever storms were brewing in Nessar and Khul hit Fiorez and Hilm. Divide and conquer, attack the weakest link or what they hold dear. Sure, many possible strategies, but how in Toran's name was he supposed to find out which strategy they would use? It was all about power and spheres of influence, something not even Hilm was immune to.Maybe he had to think about it from a different direction.Daniella and her baby could be killed. So could Jaedon, any of First Rank and the representatives of Hilm and Nessar. Anything to cause conflict or weaken the state. And that was just from Nessar side. There was also Khul and Rael. Rael was a more immediate concern, no way to let him build his empire idly. Molvaren in Khul.Al'Noth strike.Intrigue.Attack on infrastructure.Strengthen enemies of my enemies.Studying the ink drying on the tip of his quill, he listened to the weather outside, pondering what this was about anyway. Power, obviously. Hm. Fear, maybe? Uncertainty? Vanity? Influence from powers that had no right to mess with this place? Tragedy of the mortals? The ink shimmered dark in the candlelight, harbinger of though fixed to parchment. Orn had been right. He should write her a letter, but there was a dark, confused spot in him that Raelyn and the death of Jhon had left behind. He loved Orn. He had loved Raelyn and wasn't sure if he was still. What did he mean with love?Oh.Out of love, possibly, but love to whom? Tragedy, indeed. The ink had a deep, dark hue and told of the shape of the things he hadn't finished thinking yet.
~ Notes on roles in warfare ~InflitrationScouting, hitting targets of high value, hit-and-run tactics, guerilla warfareTypical equipment: Ranged weapons, light armor, small bladesTypical Al'Noth support: Illusions, Mobility, Wards, DestructiveMobilityMoving troops and goods, securing these while on the move, providing mobile supportTypical equipment: Ranged weapons, light armor, small blades, staff weaponsTypical Al'Noth support: Illusions, Mobility, Wards, SummonsSiegeAttacking, defending and creating fortified positionsTypical equipment: Ranged weapons, medium armor, small blades, staff weaponsTypical Al'Noth support: Wards, Summons, DestructiveTacticalBulk of the army, fewer to no specialists, adaptable to various tasksTypical equipment: AdaptiveTypical Al'Noth support: AdaptiveSupportLogistics, healing, training, recruitmentTypical equipment: Light or heavy armor, small and long bladesTypical Al'Noth support: Wards, Summons, Restorative, AlterationEach branch brings forth their own leadership cadre which is centrally trained to improve smooth communications and cooperation.Specialists have better skills and equipment than Tactical branch. Separation after ranged/close combat, light/heavy infantry irrelevant.Users of Al'Noth are training with the troops they will be serving in during various stages of their training.All members have to pass the same basic aptitude and fitness tests.~ Note, Fiorez-Hilm analysis ~Losses during the Deepening Dark incursion most to be reduced to absence of sufficiently trained spellweavers and healers. Wards to strengthen attacking troops to magical attacks or defend positions against magical bombardment lacking. True?
~ Visiting the Citadel ~Poppy petals swaying softly in the wind, a color so red even on a gray day like this one. Grandad always brought poppies to this grave.“Will, there's something important.” The old man rested his hand on the boy's shoulder. “Humans are predisposed for war, and each generation can only do so much to prevent the next one from repeating the same mistakes. Keep the memories of the dead always vivid in your mind, they have been gone before you and for you, so that you can see a new dawn and can live a good live. You owe them that much. You understand?”William nodded, the hand feeling heavy on his shoulder.Orn understood, sequeezed his hand softly before letting go and remaining behind. These were special graves, tended and cared for regularly. And no matter of their position, the craftsmanship of the coffins – coffins! He hoped they had been burned at all! - the graves overshadowed the other places of remembrance. King graves. No matter now.He knelt in front of the grave, his hand resting on the guard of his blade, its tip on the polished stone floor. He spend some time to remember the writings and teachings of Navarre, and whispered the oath of the paladins once more, finishing with his own litany of remembrance. He prayed at Kharls and Chaynce's grave as well. He new knew either of them, but there was something he had to say to Chaynce, even if he couldn't hear it.“Your love trained us well, and even if her and I never did get along too well in recent years, she did a good job. The fires of war forged adults out of the children that we were back then, and I hope that we can be a reason of pride for you, your love and the Great Leader. Your love found a new love, moved on. She gave Lord Jaedon Siphe a daughter, and found a bit of peace after your loss. Hold out your hand over her, you and Toran – my mortal hands are not enough and bound by rules and regulations and orders. You have gone into the twilight so that I and others can see the new dawn, and I remember you Chaynce Baldu'muur. May I prove worthy to fight until twilight calls me, and I pass through the veil. Always vigilant, always faithful.”He got up and returned to Orn. “You're a mystery”, she said. He was sure she hadn't heard what he had whispered to the coffin.
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