Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 6:24:44 GMT -8
Sage lay floating in the mineral hot springs in the caverns beneath the freehold, drifting in small circles feeling the resonance of the Fae above, slowly her bond with the balefire grew and new insights were being gleaned. Sage felt Myo's presence before her chimera appeared, the winged cat growling low followed by images of pink flapping in the foyer above in the manor. Myo didn't like Sage's dragonlings at the best of times, a stranger in her territory rialed the Tressym to no end. Sage climbed out of the water quickly slipping into her robe and followed Myo to the intruder. Reaching the foyer Sage held onto Myo as she hissed at the little pink dragonling, Sage felt a resonance of Fiona with the little one and knew it was no threat, Myosotis had other ideas... Leaping forward Myo tried to reach the little pink dragonling causing her to yip and drop the note she was carrying on the ground, with a puff of steam the little one disappeared leaving Myo to pace in circles around the note.
Sage picked up the note and Myo and headed up to the lounge on the third floor. Quieting the Tressym in her lap stroking Myo's fur gently, Sage unrolled the note and read it carefully.
Softly Sage spoke to her companion, "I've heard of Casca, but he's not included Malas in his Domain as of yet. Politics is another tool of banality, to wash out dreams and reinforce the mundane. Being involved could subject the Fae to its influence; however not being involved could leave us ignorant of whats to come..."
Myosotis nuzzled under Sage's chin and images of Mei and Elise filled her mind. Softly trilling Sage replied, "Thats what Dark Guardians are for aren't they, Elise and her Shadow Guard, Sluagh could go with the March and see who was there and what would take place." Sage knew better than to ask Myo to deliver the message, from out of thin air a small silver and ice blue dragonling appeared, with a small trumpeting noise he bowed gently as Myo hissed in his direction. Sage offered A'rawn the flyer and instructed him to take it to Elise and to Mei. A'rawn took it with haste staying out of reach of the Tressym and disappeared as quickly as he came. Curling up against the back of the elven chair, Sage thought over the changes in the realm and how they would or could effect the Fae, as much as she hated politics and all the drama it brought with it, the Fae couldn't hide from the times they lived in.
Sage picked up the note and Myo and headed up to the lounge on the third floor. Quieting the Tressym in her lap stroking Myo's fur gently, Sage unrolled the note and read it carefully.
To All Beings of Sosaria,
Under mysterious circumstances, it seems we have a King again. Supposedly he was chosen by a Council that no one has seen. He has claimed the great Archmage Clainin would support this choice, yet when Clainin awoke, he was mysteriously swept away into hiding.
I find it more likely that Clainin was silenced by the usurper Casca as Avery and others have been silenced in his long march to the Throne.
I say it is time for us to rise up and be not afraid. I and many others will be marching on Casca's stronghold he has claimed, Blackthorne's Castle, to demand answers and to challenge Casca to present this supposed Council to the citizens of Sosaria. I invite all beings to join me next Monday, March 30th at 8:30 in the evening, eastern time. We will be planning for this march in Skara Brae all week and invite your input.
Even if you support Casca, demand proof that your support is not based on a lie. Ask to meet *your* Royal Council.
With hopes,
Heru Beleg Megil of Silverwood
Softly Sage spoke to her companion, "I've heard of Casca, but he's not included Malas in his Domain as of yet. Politics is another tool of banality, to wash out dreams and reinforce the mundane. Being involved could subject the Fae to its influence; however not being involved could leave us ignorant of whats to come..."
Myosotis nuzzled under Sage's chin and images of Mei and Elise filled her mind. Softly trilling Sage replied, "Thats what Dark Guardians are for aren't they, Elise and her Shadow Guard, Sluagh could go with the March and see who was there and what would take place." Sage knew better than to ask Myo to deliver the message, from out of thin air a small silver and ice blue dragonling appeared, with a small trumpeting noise he bowed gently as Myo hissed in his direction. Sage offered A'rawn the flyer and instructed him to take it to Elise and to Mei. A'rawn took it with haste staying out of reach of the Tressym and disappeared as quickly as he came. Curling up against the back of the elven chair, Sage thought over the changes in the realm and how they would or could effect the Fae, as much as she hated politics and all the drama it brought with it, the Fae couldn't hide from the times they lived in.