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[aredhelevaltieri]

The arms of the forest call to you in the dark of evening, when brave men and women dare to roam the road less traveled. We ride on horseback, swallowed by the arms of the trees, guided by dimly lit lanterns that graciously light our path. At the end of our journey, a campfire awaits with intoxicated treasures of wine, beer, and liquor. Come hungry for culture, smoked turkey, and steak. This is a ride to remember. 

When :  August 30th | 8 server | Moonguard

Where : We meet out front of the Darkshire Inn, in Duskwood

Who : For the Alliance!

Contact : Secretary of Culture Aredhele Valtieri (Aredhelle (priest) Aredhele (rogue) if anyone has any questions about the event.) 

 Ministry of Culture is a division in the Kingdom of Stormwind  an SLP Production 

[aredhelevaltieri]

A Symphony of Letters Upon her desk at the Keep, a stack of letters addressed to the Lord High Prosecutor sat in wait. This past week however, the politician ceased to exist. In Icecrown, she was a daughter of the Kingdom that fought with her brothers and sisters. Her bruised face and battered hands proved that.

Some letters went unanswered, though not ignored, and she made sure to write to the people she urgently needs to meet with. The only letter she didn’t pen was to Lord Ravenwing, who became a memory in that damning moment on the battlefield. The thought alone caused her to retch, and it had nothing to do with the insane amount of questionable liquor she numbed herself with after battle.

Leaning back in her chair, her chin lifts to the ceiling where she voiced intimate thoughts in the privacy of the empty room. “Do I pray to you now, you? Is that how this works? Are you my Patron Saint of War? Well send me back to the battlefield, the undead are easier to deal with than all this shit.”

Ared was back in the city from Icecrown. Just one battlefield to the next.