#rylien groveshade

[amrysarmy]

Letters from Draenor

A letter came into their hands, the sender's direction and seal clear and brazen. It was immediately collected by the Regent Lord's spymasters and analysed. The envelope contained two separate letters, one to a younger son of an old noble house, and the other directed to the Triumvirate.

Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron, Grand Magister Rommath and Halduron Brightwing

As has perhaps been reported to you, I have been tasked with the creation of a neutral garrison on Draenor, and as such have need of staff for said garrison. By your leave, I would like to send letters requesting the aid of some of your citizens, chiefly Lord Melith Durayn. I assume that you will also likely send a spy or two. Provided they are simply there in a supervisory category, I promise not to box them up and send them home. I have included the letter to Lord Durayn in this envelope as I assume you shall have the pleasure of reading them both, and it would be nice to not have to send both letters separately.

I hope to deal with you civilly in this matter, with full cooperation. I fully intend to avoid anything similar to Dalaran again.

Regards,

Amry Whiteflame

(The chatty human mage with white hair)

Dear Mel.

I've got a small proposition for you. Actually it's a huge one, you might need to sit down. I'm currently in Draenor. Turns out that there's a whole lot of time fuckery and alternate worlds and whatnot, so I'm in actual not blown up Draenor. It's very nice. The plant life is both intelligent and carnivorous, Draenei have gorgeous architecture, and oh. Iron Horde. Kind of like the first Horde that poured through the Dark Portal, only this one has reasonable iron work, enough firepower to make a goblin cream his pants, and an urge to wipe out pretty much everything because fuck being slaves ever. Garrosh is somehow alive. Knew I should have shanked him back in Orgrimmar.

Now as to this proposition. I've been given the illustriously insane task of running an interfactional garrison, to actually figure out the clever plans behind the Iron Horde and generally keep them from getting shit done so that the Alliance and Horde can get their shit together. Very noble and all, but it does make getting staff for this garrison a bit tricky. Breem's good, but she can't run everything healer-based here and we're in desperate need of a damned good medic who's going to do what needs to be done, regardless of who's on the cot. It's basically a redo of your job in Orgrimmar when you were attached to the barracks there, and having a healer strong enough to shift Draenei and orcs would be great. Plus you have a way of soothing people and that's going to be invaluable.

I was told I could pick my own men and women. That extends to who patches us up, and you're one of my first picks from the Horde side. I know you might not be keen to go gallivanting off on adventures, especially with your fiancée. (I'm assuming he's still your fiancée, because you wouldn't dare get married and not invite me.) What I can promise you is good working space, decent resources, as safe a home as we can manage, and you can totally bring your cats and your old soldier. We've also opened a regular portal back to Azeroth (as evidenced by this letter actually reaching you).

If all is good, talk to the magister running shipments to Draenor and tell him you've been requested by me. He knows to keep an eye out, and he'll help you arrange passage and whatnot.

Love always,

Amry.

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Letters Home

  I hope this missive finds you well. I write to inform you that I have received an offer of marriage from an unexpected source, and it is most welcome. I have been made a proposition by Lieutenant Rylien Groveshade of Silvermoon, a man of kindness, decency and honour. He does not come with great wealth; he seems to find all the possession he needs in his horses and his duty. He does not come of high family, but he is of good family, I assure you.

  He has treated me as well as any of our close circle, and with him I feel truly at ease. I know however that old habits die hard, especially in relation to one's children. I would like to bring him to visit the estate and to meet with you, in two weeks time. I think that you will find that he is good for me.

I shall see you in a fortnight. All of my love,

  Melith Durayn.

Mother, I know your habits well. Whatever you find about him, I do not wish to know."

A sharp hand curled about Anadrian's chin as his wife's lilting tones chided him. "You are smiling."

He pressed a kiss to her fingertips, eyebrows twitching subtly. "So I am. You will write to our acquaintance?" "Was there any doubt, dear heart?"

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"His breeding is excellent, for all it lacks nobility it is pure," Ianthine commented, flicking through the copies of documents that had been accumulated between she and her husband. Ianthine was clothed in a diaphanous robe that complimented her colouring beautifully as she flicked through another stack of papers. "He is clear of debts, and has amassed considerable assets for a soldier," Ianthine hummed at Anadrian's observation, setting the stack of parchment down before picking up another letter. "He also comes with some sterling recommendations as a soldier. Not for bravery so much as good sense and a desire to see his subordinates come home."

Anadrian tilted his head, gemmed headdress clicking in his hair as Ianthine remarked, "His health leaves something to be desired. As does his age. He is older than either of us, he's even going -grey-."

"Mel'a would lose him sooner that he would like, that is certain." Ianthine mused before rising and strolling to the wide open sides of the room to gaze over the gardens. Her husband rose to press near her back, robes heavy and warm and soft against her bare spine. Sliding a well manicured hand about his love's waist, he ghosted his lips over her eartip.

"But would it be fair to deny him the love of somebody he cares for while they both live?" he asked, and Ianthine sighed as she leaned into the warmth of his arm. "We married young, Thine'a, we have centuries yet to live with each other. Melith will still be hearty and hale by the time Lieutenant Groveshade takes his leave of Azeroth. There is no reason he cannot have his soldier while he may, and find a more permanent match after."

"He has already lost enough," Ianthine murmured lowly, flicking golden eyelids up to her husband.

"Then let him have this," Anadrian urged.

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Farstrider Lieutenant Rylien Groveshade

(Now with silver touches)