[ampyria-blog]

Lord Arandael,

It’s been a little bit since I’ve heard much from you. I know that you were quite busy earlier in the week, and I can understand why. I know that you are likely caught up in all of this, and while I don’t quite know or understand what the implications of it are for people such as yourself and Lord Sunrunner, I worry.

Twice this week I’ve been approached on the subject of enlistment. One was when I was with Barenai, and we were asked if we would consider becoming formal wolf riders of the Horde. The other time was a man in armor with a red and gold tabard, claiming to represent the interests of the Regent-Lord. I was told that I could refuse to enlist, of course, but that I would likely be conscripted before the month is out. I told him where to go. He didn’t seem to like that, and called me a ‘cheeky cunt’ in retaliation. The audacity of some people continues to surprise me.

On that note though, I think I’ve beat around the bush enough. Are you going to war?

Sincerely,

Ampyria

@arandael

[arandael]

Ampyria,

I’m sorry about the length of time it’s been since our last correspondence. Needless to say, matters have become extremely hectic and the days have blurred together in a myriad of hell.

We need to talk, though. Let us meet?

I am available this evening and beg you to make time to see me.

Sincerely,

Arandael 

[ampyria-blog]

Arandael,

Name a time and a place and I’ll be there. If you’d like. I’ll bring my cards, you bring the ale.

Sincerely,

Ampyria

[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

[ampyria-blog]

Lord Arandael,

It’s been a little bit since I’ve heard much from you. I know that you were quite busy earlier in the week, and I can understand why. I know that you are likely caught up in all of this, and while I don’t quite know or understand what the implications of it are for people such as yourself and Lord Sunrunner, I worry.

Twice this week I’ve been approached on the subject of enlistment. One was when I was with Barenai, and we were asked if we would consider becoming formal wolf riders of the Horde. The other time was a man in armor with a red and gold tabard, claiming to represent the interests of the Regent-Lord. I was told that I could refuse to enlist, of course, but that I would likely be conscripted before the month is out. I told him where to go. He didn’t seem to like that, and called me a ‘cheeky cunt’ in retaliation. The audacity of some people continues to surprise me.

On that note though, I think I’ve beat around the bush enough. Are you going to war?

Sincerely,

Ampyria

@arandael

[ampyria-blog]

[beautiful-wildlife]

Cold by Lényfotó

[arandael]

@ampyria Bar!

[ampyria-blog]

Bar! :D

[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

[arandael]

After dressing himself in the ornamental armor of House Bladerunner, Arandael stopped in the Bazaar after penning a letter. A was purchase made at one of the stalls and then a few coin paid to a courier, and it was only then that the Lord made his way to the rendezvous point.

The boy had simple instructions and they were instructions that he followed to the letter. The correspondence and a small box were delivered to Ampyria’s current residence and released to her care only.

Ampyria,

It seems as if when I try to make my absence a bit better, other affairs find themselves in the way. I don’t know the full extent of what is currently going on but I do know that we are at war. With that, I’ve been called on to attend a meeting that is political in nature and of the utmost necessity. I don’t wish to do this, to tell you that I will not be able to take you to the Faire tonight, but know that I do it out of duty and obligation only.

I purchased this as compensation. You said you liked the first so I hope that this will soften the blow. I promise you that I will see you soon, I am still quite curious to see what you have done in my absence.

Sincerely, Arandael

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

Ampyria received the letter and the subsequent gift promptly. Though her heart fell a little bit as she read the words, she was more than happy to see the opaline pendant.

“Man, how am I gonna match this one to a dress? It’s every color.”

[arandael]

Lady Ampyria,

I sincerely apologize for the length of time it’s been since our last correspondence. Tedious matters overtook my time, however, I hope this letter and the parcel find you well. I figured that it wasn’t proper for all of your attire to be hand-me-downs and figured this would be a start.

Now, I was hoping I could take some of your time tomorrow evening for some light-hearted activity. I believe you’ll absolutely adore the Darkmoon Faire and would be delighted if you’d let me take you.

Sincerely,

Lord Arandael

With the letter came a small package that contained a wrapped package of strider jerky as well as pendant that dangled from a thin silver chain. The pendant itself bore a single blue gem.

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

Lord Arandael,

If precious metals and gems are what I get for a few days of silence, please do not hesitate to disappear for lengthy periods in the future. The necklace is beautiful.

Of course, you may do so after you take me to this Darkmoon Faire thing, because I would absolutely love to go. You should swing by my place later, also, because I have a few things to show you. I’ve been busy in your absence.

Sincerely,

Lady Ampyria

[tastefullyoffensive]

(via gallowboob)

[arandael]

OOC: More Bar. Just make that a wolf imo.

@ampyria

[norseminuteman]

[arandael]

@ampyria

Bar?

[ampyria-blog]

Close enough

[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]

[ampyria-blog]

Their chance meeting confirmed plans for later, leaving Ampyria in an interesting predicament. She made her way to Sunrunner Hall not long after and was detained, predictably, by the guards. An audience with Arandael, they informed the ebony-tressed nobleman, was what she sought.

Moments after being allowed in and directed towards his study, she burst through the ornate double doors. 

“Arandael!” She spurted out, features twisted into a near panic. “I have a really big favor to ask. A really big one.” 

“Do you have a set of robes I can borrow for dinner with Blazereaver? The only ones I have are my mother’s, and a stitch caught on them. I’m going to have to repair them, and I haven’t got time.”

And indeed, as dusk was beginning to approach, she really didn’t.

@arandael

[arandael]

Even though he expected her arrival, he was still caught off guard by the panic that was set across her features as she burst into his study. The man put down the quill he held, his brow furrowing in concern and slight confusion.

“Do I–? I have robes but I doubt that they’ll fit you. I’m much broader than you are and several inches taller.“ 

Rising to his feet, the Bladerunner lord reached up to drag a hand through his thick and unruly ebon-tresses. “There might have been some left behind by some of those that abandoned the House. Come, let us look in storage.”

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

Storage yielded few results, though it took nearly an hour to sift through most of the trunks and crates. There was little to be found at first, as they pawed through garments left behind by various servants and noblewomen, wards and retainers. Ampyria’s unique build and tall height made most of the suitable options impractical or inappropriate. 

One of the very last collections, set in a far corner of the quite stocked storage, was a warded box that wouldn’t budge when Ampyria attempted to pry off the lid. A crest, flame surrounding a phoenix in a very particular design, was embossed into the central point of the golden, magic-bound lock. 

“Aran, help me with this one. I can’t get it.”

[arandael]

While he had always been aware that the storage at the Sunrunner Estate was hefty, he had never quite connected just how many garments had been left behind over the years. It seemed like every box and chest that they sifted through only yielded another container beneath it.  

With a sigh, Arandael straightened and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the man’s lips pursed as he stared down at the most recent chest that they had gone through. The garments were either too short, too small, or too common for the woman to wear to dinner with a nobleman and as the minutes ticked away, they lost the opportunity to find a seamstress to perform any alterations necessary.

Her voice pulled him from his hopelessness. He tread through the sea of forgotten items to find himself looking down at the ornately embossed chest bearing an all too familiar crest. 

"It shouldn’t surprise me that you found this.” He murmured as he knelt down. The man placed a hand over it, his eyes closed as he examined the spellwork that cradled the box within its protective wards. After a few moments of concentration, his lips parted and words passed them in a whisper. The box gave off a small purple glow before all buzz of magical activity dissipated from everywhere but the lock itself.

Arandael stood up and glanced around the room once more. “The key is likely in her former guest room. Whenever she stayed her for longer than the day, she always kept to the same room. Give me a moment.” With that, he turned and exited the storage room.

@ampyria 

[ampyria-blog]

Ampyria watched and waited, taking note of his actions. It was rare that Arandael had exhibited a willingness to show off any sort of magical skill, so it was with rapt interest that she stood back to observe. 

“This was my mother’s correct?” She asked as he made his way towards the exit. Her index finger skirted the embossing upon the lock, the crest one that she recognized; It was her own.

She chose to wait behind. This wasn’t yet her home, and she wasn’t comfortable wandering halls where she should not be.

[ampyria-blog]

Their chance meeting confirmed plans for later, leaving Ampyria in an interesting predicament. She made her way to Sunrunner Hall not long after and was detained, predictably, by the guards. An audience with Arandael, they informed the ebony-tressed nobleman, was what she sought.

Moments after being allowed in and directed towards his study, she burst through the ornate double doors. 

“Arandael!” She spurted out, features twisted into a near panic. “I have a really big favor to ask. A really big one.” 

“Do you have a set of robes I can borrow for dinner with Blazereaver? The only ones I have are my mother’s, and a stitch caught on them. I’m going to have to repair them, and I haven’t got time.”

And indeed, as dusk was beginning to approach, she really didn’t.

@arandael

[arandael]

Even though he expected her arrival, he was still caught off guard by the panic that was set across her features as she burst into his study. The man put down the quill he held, his brow furrowing in concern and slight confusion.

“Do I–? I have robes but I doubt that they’ll fit you. I’m much broader than you are and several inches taller." 

Rising to his feet, the Bladerunner lord reached up to drag a hand through his thick and unruly ebon-tresses. "There might have been some left behind by some of those that abandoned the House. Come, let us look in storage.”

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

Storage yielded few results, though it took nearly an hour to sift through most of the trunks and crates. There was little to be found at first, as they pawed through garments left behind by various servants and noblewomen, wards and retainers. Ampyria’s unique build and tall height made most of the suitable options impractical or inappropriate. 

One of the very last collections, set in a far corner of the quite stocked storage, was a warded box that wouldn’t budge when Ampyria attempted to pry off the lid. A crest, flame surrounding a phoenix in a very particular design, was embossed into the central point of the golden, magic-bound lock. 

“Aran, help me with this one. I can’t get it.”

[ampyria-blog]

Their chance meeting confirmed plans for later, leaving Ampyria in an interesting predicament. She made her way to Sunrunner Hall not long after and was detained, predictably, by the guards. An audience with Arandael, they informed the ebony-tressed nobleman, was what she sought.

Moments after being allowed in and directed towards his study, she burst through the ornate double doors. 

“Arandael!” She spurted out, features twisted into a near panic. “I have a really big favor to ask. A really big one.” 

“Do you have a set of robes I can borrow for dinner with Blazereaver? The only ones I have are my mother’s, and a stitch caught on them. I’m going to have to repair them, and I haven’t got time.”

And indeed, as dusk was beginning to approach, she really didn’t.

@arandael

[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

[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