A Dusty Old Tome..

[Evelyse Brightspell]

*A strange tome, pulsing with an eerie glow from its worn pages sits unattended at a bedside table in a room at the City Tavern. Random chatter floating up from the downstairs bar area distracts you just before your hand can reach to touch the heavy leather cover...*

Female Voice: "Have you heard? The Prince has gone missing they say...been missing for days now. He just vanished!"

Male Voice: "Oh come now! That's nothing more than silly rumor...has to be..."

Female Voice: "Nuh uh! I heard from a guardsman this morning! Disappeared right out of the Keep! Imagine such power! Disappearing into thin air like that...! Where do you think he went...?

*The conversation either seems to dissipate or is drowned out by loud guffaws and clinking glasses. As your attention is drawn back to the book, you notice that it now sits open, carefully parted to a selected page. The handwriting, in an elegant and looping hand seems to get sloppier as the page goes on...the ink glowing with a soft dull blue glow..*

It seems to have worked. For now. He is trapped in here with me, but there is no telling....how long it will hold...

So tired. It strains me so. The sphere. Seeing all these things. The memories are painful.

Don't know how much longer I can resist him..
He shows me things.

Terrible things.

I am failing.
I cannot let down the Regiment.

Please...
Someone come.
Please....
I cannot last much lo--

*The last word is halted in mid-sentence, simply cutting off. You flip carefully to the next page only to find blankness there, nothing more. Suddenly the book snaps defensively closed, almost taking your finger with it.*

[Evelyse Brightspell]

*The dusty tome that sits upon a side table in the tavern flutters open, revealing a page of delicate yet seemingly shaky script*

Today was my escape.

It happened sometime this afternoon, though to be honest it is a bit hard to tell the time of day from inside those blasted prison cells. I had kept Kael quite busily occupied for days inside the Dream Sphere I had created.

He had fought hard against me, and it wasn't easy keeping the barrier up once he figured out what was going on. Though I suppose it gave the resistance forces time to move based on the information I had gotten out of the Keep.

The memories were blinding, and painful. For a while it was just a mental battle between us. I showed him the past, I tried so hard to reach him...or what I wanted to believe was left of him. There had to be something left.

I was wrong.

We battled in each others minds for days. He showed me things. All these terrible things he was planning. The Sunwell...it couldn't be possible. I was losing track of time, of the days. But I think it was around the fifth day that my shield dropped down far enough for him to escape the Sphere.

I couldn't allow this to continue. I had to do something, and fortunately things inside the Arcatraz were thrown into considerable chaos with Kael's departure. It was then that I saw the opportune moment, and seized it.

Over the past days I had been siphoning off energy from my crystalline prison, just to keep the Sphere sustained. It was considerably weakened, and with the last bit of energy I had remaining I blasted through the outer casing.

There were a minimum amount of guards, and they stood no chance. I laid waste to everyone I found before blasting my way out of the cell block. Everyone. I had no time for mercy.

And I still don't.

[Evelyse Brightspell]

I never thought I would miss Silvermoon this much.

But I suppose after being away from it for so long, all the strangeness that usually occurs there amongst the bustling crowds feels like home to me.

I saw the Commander briefly and I extended my thanks to her, though she seemed preoccupied with other company so I did not tarry for long. I also ran into Niaouli, an old friend from the early Outlands days. And of course, I saw Reni...and after so many dark days...it was so good to see him again, to see all my friends and comrades...

Well, I haven't seen them ALL just yet. But I am looking foreward to it with great zeal. The distraction of getting caught up with everyone is almost enough to distract from the headaches that I've been getting. Sharp painful headaches that start out it feels in the core of my brain...

I should have expected some side effects though. After all, I kept a Dream Sphere going far beyond its or my own limits. They are meant for a day, two days at the most. So it should be no surprise that in the coming weeks I may be suffering the reprecussions of my actions.

I have not seen or heard from Lath yet, though I am sure he will turn up soon.

[Evelyse Brightspell]

*The tome lies open on a heavy wooden table within her Tower, the pages are rimmed with dust...telling the tale of several months of neglect. It seems to be flapped open to a single selected page...*

It has been far too long since I have written. But several...distractions have kept me away. But before I get ahead of myself, allow me to start from the beginning..

I have not heard from Lathlain in several months of days, and I feel that I may never hear from him again. I knew of his fickleness and I am at peace with that. I did not expect fidelity, therefore I have nothing to be upset about.

Recently I assisted in the apprehension and, a somewhat exorcism for Rooku and Sibilya, who for a time seemed to be convinced that they were dragons after imbibing a strange toxin. I am still poring over research notes to find out what exactly occurred to them, though to be honest...I have only heard of such incidences once or twice before. So an answer may not be so simple to find.

My past, with Kael haunts me still. And though I have faced him down, and beat back his forces...weakened him militarily and personally...There is much more grim work ahead of me. I do not know how I will feel once he is dead. I should feel glad. A sense of jubiliation at the tyrant's death, but...it is not that simple. My soul feels hollowed without him in it.

And it is so hard to watch all of the couples in such beaucolic splendor and happiness. It is so hard to be alone.

There is not much that keeps me tied to the City of Silvermoon any longer. I have been spending a day or two here and there seeking out a friendly, familiar face for conversation. But I have found none.

I do not feel the close ties the same way as the others do. I am called on when I am needed, and of course I would never disappoint in my work or my orders. But, is that all there is? I feel as though I am an outsider looking in.

For now, at least I have the sanctum of my tower, with my books and my cats...and for now, I guess that will have to do.

Lady Evelyse Sin'alore Brightspell
Magistrix General of the Netherbright Regiment

[Evelyse Brightspell]

*Another page lies flipped open in the old leather tome, leading you to wonder if it is left in such a carelessly exposed fashion on purpose...or by one scatterbrained magister. The familiar looping handwriting seemed rushed and harried this time*

I have not slept much. Word of the Orb being stolen has been pricking at my mind for days.

I know that it was stolen for the benefit of Ravenscroft, and that she paid handsomely for it...but to what end? And who is this mysterious rogue with mismatched eyes.

A more vague description I have never heard.

I have been keeping an eye peeled when I am in the city, in hopes that I might get lucky. And I have put the word out to several members of the Regiment, General Skyskinner for one. Here's to him having more luck than I have had.

I shudder to think what can be done with that Orb. When I took it away from Sabrynth in the first place, I saw what it was capable of. I heard his cold voice calling across the thousands of miles...seeking new blood. A new mind.

The Lich King himself.

I must find Ravenscowl and get the Orb from her before it is too late. Who knows what irreversable damage could be wrought with it in the wrong hands...?


Lady Evelyse Sin'alore Brightspell
Magistrix General of the Netherbright Regiment