Post by Sinfael Vanmoriel on Mar 14, 2008 11:42:09 GMT -5
<< This modest, red leather book sports no identifying features other than the gold filigree title emblazoned across the spine in Thalassian, which reads "The Adventures of Feely the Sly."
A small dedication lay penned across the inside of the back cover, written in a thick, untrained hand. The ink comprising it has faded with time, but the message is still legible:
Upon opening the book, it is apparent that the first 50 or so pages have been excised, leaving a small gap between the cover and the first visible entry. The passage begins... >>
Not even a week has passed since the Regiment laid its first General to rest and already my heartstrings are breaking.
Mesoni was a good leader with a strong heart and an unbreakable will. Even in death, he resisted the voice of the Lich King, choosing self sacrifice over the seductive power that the Scourge had to offer. He did the hard thing that we all dream about.
After our recent Regiment meeting in which I was instated as a new General, the Commander and I went with Advisor Toumar to scout out future meeting places.
Toumar departed early, but the Commander did not. And as we stood there, two women alone on the edge of a stormy beach, we spoke the things that we could say to few, but that pressed upon our thoughts most heavily.
I suppose my feelings for the General were not commonly known, but Erelle knew. And while I am honored that she respects the way I handled myself while Mesoni still lived, I cannot say that I do not wish that circumstances would have allowed something more... But if his death has wounded me thusly, I prefer not to imagine what the greater cost would have been had he known the truth.
Beside that, I am a creature of justice. Mesoni was a married man with a family which he cared for deeply. He loved them, and because of that I love them too, even today, and that is a bond which I vowed never to break.
Whatever Erelle may have said to me that night on the beach, whether in solace or in truth, I will continue to keep this silence. And more than anything, I wish to preserve the sanctity of the friendship which Mesoni and I once shared.
...It is all that I have left of him.
A small dedication lay penned across the inside of the back cover, written in a thick, untrained hand. The ink comprising it has faded with time, but the message is still legible:
To Feely,
So she can preserve the beautiful words that fall from her lips.
With love,
Murazzdi
Upon opening the book, it is apparent that the first 50 or so pages have been excised, leaving a small gap between the cover and the first visible entry. The passage begins... >>
Not even a week has passed since the Regiment laid its first General to rest and already my heartstrings are breaking.
Mesoni was a good leader with a strong heart and an unbreakable will. Even in death, he resisted the voice of the Lich King, choosing self sacrifice over the seductive power that the Scourge had to offer. He did the hard thing that we all dream about.
After our recent Regiment meeting in which I was instated as a new General, the Commander and I went with Advisor Toumar to scout out future meeting places.
Toumar departed early, but the Commander did not. And as we stood there, two women alone on the edge of a stormy beach, we spoke the things that we could say to few, but that pressed upon our thoughts most heavily.
I suppose my feelings for the General were not commonly known, but Erelle knew. And while I am honored that she respects the way I handled myself while Mesoni still lived, I cannot say that I do not wish that circumstances would have allowed something more... But if his death has wounded me thusly, I prefer not to imagine what the greater cost would have been had he known the truth.
Beside that, I am a creature of justice. Mesoni was a married man with a family which he cared for deeply. He loved them, and because of that I love them too, even today, and that is a bond which I vowed never to break.
Whatever Erelle may have said to me that night on the beach, whether in solace or in truth, I will continue to keep this silence. And more than anything, I wish to preserve the sanctity of the friendship which Mesoni and I once shared.
...It is all that I have left of him.