Alcaeius Blazereaver

[aeviaras]

An Unexpected Meeting

The invitation had been unexpected and yet, there had been nothing of hesitation in her response. Nothing at all.

Aeviara understood what the meeting was about as Aeviry offered explanation and though most would never think of her in that light, curiosity and a lifetime of training for such things came to bear in her decision to show up. She was to represent Starsong and so the deep green and gold silks she had selected were matter of fact, predetermined even.

Standing in the circle of this assembly with the others, the young woman was observant, taking in first the lay of the land so to speak and noting things like the connections between the parties. Four of the number she was already acquainted with and so that left her focus on the other two for now and how it was that they interacted. When called upon for observation, her voice rang out clearly and she simply did not overstate her presence as that would have been a sign of weakness, a sign of uncertainty. In the throes of political waters, the shark tank as papa referred to it as, one stepped with care and purpose, always.

The Lady Starsong stood there bearing the poise of one who deserved to be there, who knew her worth and exactly what Starsong ties brought to the table. Such appearances were necessary and as the topic at hand was levied and others offered their own input and advice, pulling up their stances and that which their households would back, she held back just a little.

Aeviry Sunrunner’s speech had been actually more than what she had expected from him, polished, heartfelt, impassioned. The man had a way with words, with stepping in this arena and though she had suspected it based upon her intellectual conversations with him, to see it was something of a wonder. And to their merit, the High Templar and Bladerunner Lord held their own as well. Devrin. Inwardly she smiled at the man as he spoke, a glimmer of recognition in her eye as he spoke with the precision of a surgeon holding a scalpel. It would have been a lie to have said that the man hadn’t caught her eye, or more accurately sparked intellectual questions on a level that thus far Aeviry had only obtained with her.

When at last her voice echoed forth, attention came to rest upon her and so too did the scrutiny of the occasion. That small chin lifted and the words that were ushered forth held passion and devotion in them, though they were strong words that literally could not be refuted. That she didn’t prattle on, was purposeful. One such as herself, in their company, had no need to grand-stand on this cause. No. Simply stated, she was a reminder that not one Sin’dorei life was an acceptable loss, and that regardless of what landlocked options, it was still within their hold to find a foothold to influence things. Her suggestions, her statements were taken at face value and then expounded upon once her position was fully realized.

In the deliberations to follow, Aeviara took note of the points offered and then pledged to uphold the Sin’dorei nation, to protect hearth and home, and to do whatever it took to accomplish that. Come what may.

@aeviry @arandael 

[ampyria-blog]

Lord Blazereaver,

I can only assume that you’re so entrenched in the ongoings and your projects that you’ve neglected to drop a line or two. I trust that things are fine between us, even after that last exchange.

Tomorrow is my birthday. In interest of not spending it alone, I was hoping that you might consent to meeting up and having a glass of wine and a chat. Let me know what time suits you, if one suits at all.

Sincerely,

Ampyria

@alcaeius

[alcaeius]

Alcaeius received the letter while nose deep in paperwork regarding the tasks that had been delegated to him. It seemed with every book he opened, he only found more inconsistencies. It was a slow uphill battle, but he was compiling the list that Lord Sunrunner had requested.It was a servant’s tentative knock that pulled him from his withdrawn thoughts. His lips curled down into a deep frown and it was with a snapping reply that he told the servant to come into his study. 

Within the man’s hand was a letter, and it was this letter that Alcaeius snatched from his staff member and dismissed with a curt word. He sat down at his desk and reached for a thin blade. It is with this knife, it’s hilt ornate and the blade itself emblazoned with his initials, that he peeled off the seal and opened the parchment with only the barest hint of curiosity. 

The contents caused a brow to arch and then a ghost of a smile to form upon his lips.

Lady Flaresong,

You honor me with this letter. I have indeed become quite engrossed with several projects and the most recent ongoings. Needless to say it has been quite a stressful time for the Magistry especially while trying to dodge the possibility of conscription. At least at present time. My affairs are not enough in order for such an event.

However, I digress. I have thought of you and have been quite interested in finding myself in your company once more. I believe wine and conversation would be absolutely glorious. I would also love to provide us another meal if the last suited your palate.

Sincerely,

Alcaeius Blazereaver

@ampyria 

@aeviry for mention.

[alcaeius]

It was from the window of his city home that Alcaeius watched the group of Illidari gather and converse. Their acceptance into the Horde, and with it their allowance into Quel’thalas had barely been a handful of days and yet they seemed far too comfortable within the walls of Silvermoon.

The Magister gripped either side of the window frame, his verdant gaze sliding over the abominations and their unabashed resemblance to the creatures that threatened their lives and world, that had already taken more casualties in a handful of days then the Iron Horde took in a month long siege on the Portal.

The fury that rose in him blurred his vision as his mind churned with memories of the Conclave meeting the night previous. They had argued both valid points and semantics. News had been delivered and the possibilities of their fates were laid bare.There were too many uncertainties, too much that was unknown and here they were resting on the cusp of a new reality.

A reality where those who consumed demons were allowed to walk freely among them. A reality where a member of the undead, a former member of the scourge, was expected to lead them. A reality where they fight another war, not only against the Legion that threatened them but the Alliance that blamed them all for the death of their king. A war where they would not be respected for their true abilities but used as fodder, just as the battles in the past.

His mouth turned down into a scowl as he stepped back from the window and shut the double shutters loudly, his hues closing as he shook his head. The taste of copper was thick in his mouth and when he looked anywhere in the room, he could swear that his vision was tinged crimson. He turned and rose a hand to his mouth in the same motion.

Opening his mouth, he pressed his fingers to the right side of his mouth and felt a tinge of pain from the touch. Extracting the digits he saw them stained with blood. Despite himself, Alcaeius smiled humorlessly. It seemed his rage was greater than he realized.

The Magister turned his attention to the table of his day room where he often took meals. However, right now there was no room for even a small plate of food let alone a true dish. Piles of books were opened and spread haphazardly along the table. Parchment was stacked in several piles, with many pieces shoved between the pages of different tomes. It was upon the cushioned seat on the right side of this table that Alcaeius collapsed on.

His gaze was locked upon the books that had held his attention from the moment of his awakening to now, to the time he should be seeking his bed. With a sharp exhale, Alcaeius shoved his face in his hands before he leaned forward to grab his quill and a piece of parchment.

Lord Sunrunner,

I would like to tell you that I am making headway on the requested matter. I believe that within another day I should have a comprehensive list that will prove to be quite informative. I’m fairly skilled with imbuement, however, I will certainly require assistance with the acquisition of many of the reagents required. They are not easily found.

Until we meet next,

Lord Blazereaver

He read over the correspondence thrice with weary eyes before he reached for the stick of wax and his sealing ring. He only barely remembered to sprinkle sand upon the inked words to dry them before he folded the parchment and melted the crimson wax upon the break in the page. Alcaeius pressed the silver signet into it as it began to dry, tossed the seal carelessly on the desk and then proceeded to collapse back in his chair.

Within a matter of moments, with his head tipped back, the man was asleep.

@aeviry  

[aeviry-deactivated20170510]

Conclave of Quel’thalas, 08/09/2016

From Right to Left (around the circle) :  @aeviaras , Devrin Duskbane, @alcaeius , Arick Vanduril, @templar-sairys, @arandael, @aeviry

Not pictured: Tovirian Vel’ithar, Charrend Duskborne , Ampyria Flaresong (In Lieu of Lady Flaresong), Alexandria Emberfall

[aeviry-deactivated20170510]

It was written with haste, and copied out by an even quicker hand, but the script was readable nonetheless. Delivered by private courier, each letter found it’s way into the hands of those necessary before dusk had truly settled in.

To whom it may concern,

There will be a Conclave meeting this evening, at 9:30 PM. Transport will be available at the edge of the Blackened Woods for those that prove their identity and membership among our ranks. There will be no speaker. We will be operating under wartime policy as of this evening, including at the aforementioned meeting.

This is not going to be a social affair. All ongoing debates, vetting processes and non-approved guest lines are to wait until another time.

Sincerely,

Lord Aeviry  Sunrunner

Writing on behalf of the Conclave of Quel’thalas

[alcaeius]

All the preparations had been made with an exorbitant amount of effort to the tiniest details. Everything was meticulous, everything was spotless. Extreme care had been specifically taken with the menu. Decadent foods made by the best in Alcaeius' kitchen staff. As he awaited her arrival, it was with bated breath.

This meeting, he knew, was either the birth of a rival or an ally.

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

Lord Blazereaver,

I apologize for not getting this to you sooner, I did not mean to skip out on our plans and I trust that Lord Val’esyr explained the situation sufficiently. In the event that he did not, however, please know that I did everything in my power to make the time. 

We were detained on the way back home. The zeppelins from our locale are not in operation, with substantial checkpoints to weed out what are being referred to as ‘cultists’. We were forced to wait for a mage escort back home, and arrived early this morning. 

I can’t help but wonder if all of this is at least partially responsible for the insanity that has graced the streets of Silvermoon over the past handful of weeks.

I digress, however. I am still very much interested in having that conversation with you, and so request that we reschedule for a later time. I have cleared my schedule for most evenings in preparation for your response, and so any rescheduling will be entirely to your convenience. You have my sincere apologies for the missed meeting, truly. 

Blessings,

Ampyria of Flaresong

[alcaeius]

Lady Flaresong,

I was indeed informed by Lord Val'esyr that there was a hold up. I have been made aware of the issues regarding Zeppelin travel when the Magistry received reports on the cultists and doomsayers that crawl over the city. We have a few that have infiltrated Quel'thalas as well, though arrests are promptly made before the peace is disturbed.

I have digressed, however. No harm was done and no offense was taken. Should it suit you, then perhaps we can have our conversation this evening or tomorrow. I am in full recognition of the fact that some require time to recover from long trips and will not fault you if such is required. 

Regards, Lord Alcaeius Blazereaver Magister of the Silvermoon Magistry

@ampyria 

[ampyria-blog]

She wrote the response under Arandael’s watchful eye, a strong cursive marring one of the only pieces of paper they’d had at the training grounds. She left it without a seal, the envelope merely tucked into itself, but write his name on the front.

Dearest Lord Blazereaver,

I wanted to take the time to thank you again for your assistance regarding my mother. Words can not convey the depth of my gratitude on the matter, and I truly can not thank you enough. 

Your words find me at an interesting time. I have, since our meeting, left Quel’thalas for a short vacation of sorts; The thoughts that I have collected and the plans that I have developed in their aftermath are likely to be of substantial interest to you. 

As such, I would like to take you up on your offer for either tea or dinner. Either would be fine and entirely at your convenience. I daresay that your schedule is likely more hectic than mine even with the conclusion of your recent project, and I will gladly work with you. Please, name a time and a place, and I will make myself available for an afternoon or evening. 

Blessings,

Ampyria of Flaresong

@arandael @alcaeius

[alcaeius]

The letter was received while Alcaeius indulged in a late breakfast. It never failed, when he had no projects to take over his day he tended to be a late riser. With a piece of toast in one hand and the letter in the other, his bright verdant gaze slid over the script with curiosity.

He set it down after several readings and rose a hand to summon one of his waiting servants to come closer.

“Bring me my writing tools.”

Lady Flaresong,

I find that I have a clear schedule this evening in regards to dinner. I would very much like to have your company at my estate for a late meal if that is a possible event. If you will not be in Quel'thalas still for another day or two, then tell me when you find yourself back in our beautiful lands. I would love to set up a meeting promptly.

I find myself quite curious to know what thoughts you have collected and what plans you have developed. You have intrigued me, that is most certain. In regards to your thanks, there is no need. It was a matter that regarded closure on your part and being left in the dark would do no one any good.

You have the information now to be a player in the game and I am most excited to see your next move. Best regards,

Lord Alcaeius Blazereaver Magister of the Silvermoon Magistry

@ampyria 

[ampyria-blog]

This letter was written in a slightly different hand, likely the work of a scribe. It was sealed, this time with the Sunrunner crest embossed on the wax that bound it.

Lord Blazereaver,

Please make no note of the change of hand. Due to my distance, I have allowed a trusted companion to write my words for me in an effort to get them to you sooner. Any further correspondence can be delivered to the barracks at the Sunrunner estate, to Lord Eristov Val’esyr. He will see to it that I am immediately informed.

A late meal would be more than suitable. Would nine or ten o’clock serve well, or would another time be more prudent? I will be leaving for the city late this afternoon, and expect to be able to make the times listed above. It would be difficult for me to arrive any earlier, however, so if those are not suitable, perhaps a meeting over the coming days would be a more appropriate course of action.

Blessings,

Ampyria of Flaresong

@alcaeius

[alcaeius]

Lady Flaresong,

Should I find myself with the necessity of contacting you further, I will be sure to send further missives to Lord Val'esyr. I am acquainted with the man and have no issue with putting through correspondence with him.

With that said, send me a missive when you arrive back in the city and if you are indeed up for dinner and conversation this evening. I will have my staff prepare a meal that I hope you will enjoy. Should all go well and you find yourself without complications, I will expect you for a late dinner at the tenth hour.

Regards, Lord Alcaeius Blazereaver Magister of the Silvermoon Magistry

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

She wrote the response under Arandael’s watchful eye, a strong cursive marring one of the only pieces of paper they’d had at the training grounds. She left it without a seal, the envelope merely tucked into itself, but write his name on the front.

Dearest Lord Blazereaver,

I wanted to take the time to thank you again for your assistance regarding my mother. Words can not convey the depth of my gratitude on the matter, and I truly can not thank you enough. 

Your words find me at an interesting time. I have, since our meeting, left Quel’thalas for a short vacation of sorts; The thoughts that I have collected and the plans that I have developed in their aftermath are likely to be of substantial interest to you. 

As such, I would like to take you up on your offer for either tea or dinner. Either would be fine and entirely at your convenience. I daresay that your schedule is likely more hectic than mine even with the conclusion of your recent project, and I will gladly work with you. Please, name a time and a place, and I will make myself available for an afternoon or evening. 

Blessings,

Ampyria of Flaresong

@arandael @alcaeius

[alcaeius]

The letter was received while Alcaeius indulged in a late breakfast. It never failed, when he had no projects to take over his day he tended to be a late riser. With a piece of toast in one hand and the letter in the other, his bright verdant gaze slid over the script with curiosity.

He set it down after several readings and rose a hand to summon one of his waiting servants to come closer.

“Bring me my writing tools.”

Lady Flaresong,

I find that I have a clear schedule this evening in regards to dinner. I would very much like to have your company at my estate for a late meal if that is a possible event. If you will not be in Quel'thalas still for another day or two, then tell me when you find yourself back in our beautiful lands. I would love to set up a meeting promptly.

I find myself quite curious to know what thoughts you have collected and what plans you have developed. You have intrigued me, that is most certain. In regards to your thanks, there is no need. It was a matter that regarded closure on your part and being left in the dark would do no one any good.

You have the information now to be a player in the game and I am most excited to see your next move. Best regards,

Lord Alcaeius Blazereaver Magister of the Silvermoon Magistry

@ampyria 

[arandael]

Dread. That was likely the best word to describe the feeling that was coursing through Arandael’s chest as he ascended the steps toward the private offices kept by many of the magistry members. A million different outcomes were playing ceaselessly in his mind and the monotony of climbing the flights definitely did not assist with his racing mind.

The floor he needed both came too soon and too late and it was with a frown upon his lips that the Bladerunner Lord stared down the expansive and ornate hallway, the magical lights dancing merrily and lighting the various portraits on the wall. Here the faces of many former successful magi had been painted by master artists. Their severe gazes staring down at those who dared to pass beneath them.

Ruefully he remembered the time when he had studied beneath their watch. When he had idolized many of their stories and had aspired to be amidst their ranks. Now he was everything that they abhorred in most cases, at least when it came to the most proud of their number. Many thought that his attention turning to martial combat was wasting a good mind, and the man that he sought an audience with this day had that exact thought.

He paused at the door which was emblazoned with the name Blazereaver upon a golden plaque and viewed the ornate lettering for a long moment. He examined the curl of the strokes and the tilt of the characters as if committing it to memory. In reality, his mind raced. He knew he played a dangerous game, a game that he didn’t dare lose or there would be more at stake than he truly cared to actively recognize.

With a slow exhale, Aran bit back his worries and rapped his knuckles against the dark wood and was greeted with a moment of silence before an irritated voice responded from the other side.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Lord Bladerunner. I sent you a–”

“Yes, yes.” The voice from within snapped back, cutting him off. Arandael heard the sound of rustling and then a chair moving against wood. Footsteps followed after and a few moments later, the door was pulled open.

The warrior lord was greeted by a lithe sin’dorei who barely came to his chest with them standing face to face. Unlike when they typically met in the meetings of Conclave, Magister Blazereaver was without the ornamentation and robes and was instead dressed in a simple pair of mageweave trousers and a loose flowing shirt. His long strawberry blonde hair was kept in it’s typical side ponytail, and upon his face was the scowl he was well known for.

“You came quickly.” Alcaeius muttered and turned on his heel. The door was left ajar and the warrior was given no true invitation into the room, but Aran entered anyway, For better or for worse, he had dealt with this ornery man enough to be far too aware of his less than welcoming quirks.

“It’s an important matter, Alcaeius. I had no choice but to come quickly.” Arandael followed him to his desk and sat down in one of the chairs that were in front of it. His gaze flickered around the room as he sat, unable to help but smile at the pure… mage quality of the man’s office. Books lined every available wall except for the window that was directly behind where the magister sat. His desk itself was sprawling and caused a bit of envy to rise in him. It was triple sided, with books and different pieces of parchment carefully arranged along it.

With all the haste that Aran arrived in though, it didn’t seem like Alcaeius was ready to entertain the necessity for speed. The mage’s verdant gaze turned down to the book he had been reading when the lord arrived, his quill finding it’s way back in his hand while he scanned over the page.

Minutes passed. Long, agonizing minutes. It felt like an eternity before the Blazereaver lord closed the book in front of him and turned his attention fully upon the nobleman who sat before him.

“Now tell me of this matter.”

“Let me begin with the fact that this is more of a favor–”

“A favor!” Alcaeius released a laugh as he leaned back in his chair. His thin lips turned up into an amused smile. “You disturb me while I have a deadline to make to ask me a favor?”

“Alcaeius, I would not ask this of you if I did not genuinely need it.”

“And now you’re forsaking formality and using my given name.” The magister’s tone turned to soft musing, his gaze turning back down to his book. “I don’t know if I want to entertain you after this slight…”

“I don’t want to play your games–”

“You need to be a touch more diplomatic if you want anything from me, Lord Bladerunner.” The mage’s demeanor took a turn, his smile dissipating. “The favors I owe are not to you but to your liege. While I recognize your need of me and I recognize that whatever this is, is dire. I do believe that I deserve a touch of respect.”

Arandael swallowed down the response that bubbled to his lips. This was more of Alcaeius’ game. The man loved to infuriate him and there was nothing that he could do about it in this moment of time. Not when he needed him, not when he needed this favor. The lord’s gaze turned away from the magister and down toward the edge of the desk, a frown heavy upon his lips.

“Apologies. You know I mean you no disrespect, Lord Blazereaver.”

“I know. Now tell me what you need.”

So tell him he did. All the details, all that he needed. Arandael watched the surprise light Alcaeius’ features and then observed the severity of it all sink into his mind.

“I see. You realize that you don’t ask an easy feat, yes?” The magister spoke up after another silence, having taken the time to think over the details shared.

“I know and I will owe you a favor of your choice in the future. The stipulations stand as always.”

“I would think it no other way, Bladerunner. Though I think for something of this magnitude, more than one will be necessary.”

Arandael swallowed. He feared those words would come from that man’s mouth. He drew in a deep breath and fixed the magister with a small smile. “How many?” He questioned.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He stated simply as he rose to his feet. “Send her a missive and let her know that I will meet her in the lobby of the archives bright and early tomorrow morning.”

Slowly, Arandael rose to stand with him, the hesitancy and uncertainty was clearly written on his face but still he extended his hand to grip Alcaeius’. The deal was set and sealed.

The Bladerunner lord was escorted to the door of the office and only formal farewells parted their lips before he crossed the threshold and the door was closed behind him. He stood there in the hall, eyes closed and collecting his mind. At least the proof would be shown and the threat would be over.

Gods save him when that bastard decided he needed those favors though.

[alcaeius]

The letter was written in an elegant script and bore the seal of House Blazereaver.

Lady Flaresong,

I have finished my most recent project with the Magistry and find myself with a brief hiatus between tasks. As such, I am curious to know if you would be interest in sitting down to discuss mastters of state.

I am aware that you are new to the scene and are coming in as the offspring of two very powerful noble lines. A lot will be expected of you and even more will be sought to be taken from you.

Send me a missive back if you would like to have a discussion over tea or dinner.

Sincerely,

Lord Alcaeius Blazereaver

Magister of the Silvermoon Magistry

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

By the time Ampyria got around to rifling through the bag of assorted goods Sairys had brought earlier, the sun had long set and the fires were nearly ready to be extinguished. Indeed, it was only in search of a bit of mint to chew that she’d found the sealed missive. Of course, the curiosity that so ruled the woman would never had allowed it to sit until morning. 

As she finished it, a single eyebrow arched and her lips pursed tightly. She remained statuesque for a moment, reclined back on her furs and staring at the ornately painted ceiling above while the letter rest on her chest. Finally, her voice rolled across the barren floor to where her companion lay in rest. 

“So, Aran. Meeting with a noble lord to discuss politics over tea or dinner. Is that a regular armor, ornamental armor, or a dress sort of thing?”

@arandael @alcaeius

[arandael]

“Dinner or tea to discuss politics?” The question came after a moment of perplexed hesitation. The Bladerunner lord looked up from the cards he held in hand, the man currently taking part in a game of solitaire.

“Why are you asking?” He put down the cards and rose to his feet, the man walking around to view the letter she held in hand. At the sight of the all too familiar signature, Arandael heaved a heavy sigh. Reaching up, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb.

“He’s likely asking you to chat with him in hopes of either manipulating you or humiliating you. I have sincere doubts that it could mean anything good.” He wet his lips and reached up to scratch at the scruff that had grown while they were on their little vacation in the Peaks. “Though to answer the question, a dress would be most suitable.”

@ampyria @alcaeius 

[ampyria-blog]

“Manipulate me?” She asked, staring up at the man. She’d made no effort to remove herself from her comfortable position, but extended a hand then in an effort to snatch the letter back. “He seemed quite pleasant, you know. Not really as much of an asshole as you painted him out to be. Maybe you’re just a cynical fuck.”

She stared at him for a minute more, her tone losing it’s teasing edge. “Help me write a letter back in the morning? I’m not as adept with these little games as you are, and I’d rather not start all this off on the wrong foot.”

[arandael]

Settling back down amidst the furs that kept them warm in the cold north. His verdant hues turned up toward the high ceiling as he fell silent for several long moments. All that could be heard was the occasional whimper from the two wolves that rested in the corner and the wind that howled outside.

Arandael’s eyes then fell closed and a sigh passed his lips. “Alcaeius is a very self-serving man, Ampyria. Just be careful. That is truly all I ask at the end of the day.” He pulled himself back up to a sitting position and fixed the blonde girl with a small smile.

“I will not deny you the help though. We can work on penning an appropriate response tomorrow morning.”

@ampyria @alcaeius

[ampyria-blog]

“It’ll be fine, Arandael. I’m pretty sure you won’t let me fuck up,” she said in response. Setting the letter to the edge of her respective furs, she closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps two. “Good night.” 

Morning would come all too soon, and with it, the slow crawl back to mundane life.

[alcaeius]

The letter was written in an elegant script and bore the seal of House Blazereaver.

Lady Flaresong,

I have finished my most recent project with the Magistry and find myself with a brief hiatus between tasks. As such, I am curious to know if you would be interest in sitting down to discuss mastters of state.

I am aware that you are new to the scene and are coming in as the offspring of two very powerful noble lines. A lot will be expected of you and even more will be sought to be taken from you.

Send me a missive back if you would like to have a discussion over tea or dinner.

Sincerely,

Lord Alcaeius Blazereaver

Magister of the Silvermoon Magistry

@ampyria