Sitting by a crackling campfire near the Roses’ oversized medical tent, the socialite contemplated how to best summarize recent events out in Thunderhead Peaks while simultaneously sending a warning about what was to come. Not in a million years did they think they only had two days to do the job that was planned for at least a month’s worth of preparation.
With Alissa, Melitta, Leigh, and Aleyanna knee-deep in Branded drama alongside Lux, the burdens of managing Roses’ affairs rested on Lady Elaine Alban’s well-dressed shoulders, who’d remained back for the time being.
Ending her hesitation, the Chancellor began penning the letter, her usually elegant calligraphy somewhat marred by her slightly trembling hands –partly shivering from the piercing cold, but mostly from restlessness and a dreadful sensation of impending doom.
Dearest Elaine,
I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirits. I wanted to reach out and catch you up on the situation out here in Thunderhead. We’ve now been here for over a week, and camp life is as expected, full of Branded threats surrounding the Zephyrites’ Symphony’s Haven, where we initially set up after arriving. The ride here, as you may have heard, was rather turbulent towards its conclusion. Fortunately, The Jacaranda is as sturdy as it is luxurious, and there were no major injuries nor fatalities among the passengers and crew members. All our cargo also survived fairly intact, down to the bottles and vials in the medical supply crates. (And all our winter boots! No missing pairs!)
Various groups and orders have joined the cause, from Pact to Ministry Guard, to asura krewes and, of course, the Zephyrites. Plenty of individual volunteers have also taken up arms, joining the efforts. We’ve experienced enough turmoil from expeditions and establishing supply routes that I’m surprised we’ve not seen more casualties, thank Dwayna. From waves of invading Branded to chaotic portals sucking us into bizarre rifts right into traumatic memory echo fractal pockets, I can’t even describe to you how much we’ve seen in such little time. Which brings me back to the main point of this letter.
Time.
We haven’t got much of it.
A fight which we originally thought we’d have more time to prepare for, well, we no longer have the luxury of said time. Time is not on our side. It’s like Aiden always say, time is the greatest paradox, it creates and it destroys.
On that note, we’ll be needing an emergency delivery of medical supplies, extra blankets, rations, everything we normally bring to missions, including body bags. I fear that, well, given the little preparation time we’ve had, there might be more casualties than any of us would have anticipated. Dwayna’s Wings shield us all, but we must face the fact that not all will make it back, or in one piece.
I’ll be sending word to our biggest foundation donor, and I imagine he’ll be in touch with you to coordinate a shipment. Do keep me posted and I’ll do the same on my end. I trust that, as our liaison to the Ministry, you’ll relay this message to them, in addition to the details I’m sure the Guard reports. I will, of course, remain at camp while the others tackle the dragon. But one never knows where one’s Fate takes them when it comes to a dragon…
Elaine, Dwayna willing, we’ll meet again. Until then, thank you for your assistance, and may the stars light your path,
~Lux
Another dispatched letter was sent not far from the socialite’s campsite, within Thunderhead. The tiny, shimmery clockwork butterfly mail carrier found its recipient quicker than it reached the Reach:
Mavros,
I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirits, all things considered. As you may have already learned while here, we’ve got but two days to prepare for the battle against the Crystal Dragon. We did not anticipate there’d be such little time until then, and fear that in spite of everyone’s commitment and prowess in combat, we may not be ready. Even if a proper strategy has been implemented, there’s just not enough time.
I know nothing of battle tactics and going to war against a dragon, but I know a thing or two about the pandemonium that is the aftermath of a battle. I fear the worst, for some, and for that I’d like to be prepared. I anticipate we’ll need far more medical supplies than we’ve brought along in this first cargo shipment, and, as gruesome and discouraging as it sounds, we’ll need body bags.
I know you are out here as well, but I imagine you have a contact back at the Aeros’Rae estate who can handle such a request. Our Rose Executive, Lady Elaine Alba, can serve as a point of contact to them. She’s currently in Kryta and I’ve maintained communication with her.
Any expedited assistance you can offer at this point would be highly appreciated. As the Rurikton Roses’ biggest donor, we’ve always been fortunate to always count on your support. Thank you in advance.
Stay safe while here, particularly if you intend to join the fight. And may the stars light your path,
~Lux
PS. Do forgive my sloppy writing. It’s quite cold out here as you know, and I’m wearing thick gloves!
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