Complicity and a Sprinkle of Politics
It'd been months now since the town attack and decimation in the Western Plaguelands. His brothers forces had their numbers cut down to a near fourth of their strength thanks to the efforts of the Elites within The Sanctum and the surprise rush of Nameless that flooded the streets cutting down any foolish enough to resist The Sanctum's efforts.
It was a bloodbath yes, but one that effectively led to the replacement of a town's population overnight. Remnants converted, killed and disposed of, or died during their baptisms due to attempted trickeries.
Now though, the winter season, holidays, and even Spring was bringing about a level of laziness in Dinthoqaf that he hadn't intended. He was becoming more bureaucratic and a desk jockey, as a Goblin would call it, over taking a more aggressive push like he had in previous years. Try as he might, part of the blame he felt was on the lack of factional conflict. It was easy to attack one side of the other when their racial wars were fueling hate. Now everyone kept wanting to hug, kiss, and fuck, and it was oh so... Depressing.
The Nerubians were doing a good job on making sure their forces were slaughtered in Hallowfall and the Goblins? Their revolution went off without a hitch. Heroes were growing in number to the point you couldn't wipe your ass without accidentally bumping into one of two. Dinthoqaf sighed, realizing he was like one of those older elves who kept reminiscing about the 'Good Ol Days' and how things 'Use to Be'.
A bit of anger sparks and he pushes himself up from his desk. Papers scatter across the floor and lit candles go with it. A spark lights parchment and flames flare of various colors due to the inks on each paper. Angry eyes watch as it all begins to burn and words start to catch his eye.
Ammaelin
House Bloodcrest.
Sanelastus.
A moment of inspiration hits home as he stomps the papers out, picking up the ruined reports as an epiphany strikes. If his brother and Krownos weren't going to show themselves willingly, he'd make the moves to force them out. He had thought his presence in Silvermoon would be enough to.lure at least one, but perhaps pressure was required after all.
Dinthoqaf was a Magister now and with that position came certain connections, leverages, if one wills.
'To Commander @kelzthalasbandtherion and Taldor Silvershield of the Silvermoon City Guard...'