Account of the Heist of the Dawn Rose Airship

An account of what happened when the Dawn Rose was stolen from Ta’Vaalor, by Legaci, from the officials:

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Category: Towns
Topic: Ta’Vaalor

Date: 07/16/2016 12:04 PM CDT

From: FORESTELF

Subj: At Dusk, Dawn was Stolen

I shared the good company of Mistress Nezlyn and others when a sudden chill of concern overwhelmed me. The words of humility had barely escaped my lips to my Sister in Arms and fellow reservist, Legionnaire Esana, when the disruptive chill of discomfort felt again. My eyes gazed over with a sheering light before focus and reason returned. A faint visi-.. …dream remembered while awake of a soft hand plucking a rose from its garden prematurely.

When clarity returned, once again, I found myself where I once stood but now with a sense of concern. The lady and a mistress of the Fortress, Nezlyn was only moments away before tailoring my waistcoat when abruptly I spoke in my native tongue “Apologies, Mistress Seamstress, a sense of duty calls before pleasure.”

“I know that sound, that sound which was heard in the background and only when the Rose first bloomed” I thought to myself with a sense of alarm as I traveled briskly to where the seed originally planted within Ta’Vaalor and rooted. But, because of the roar and sound I knew those which recently populated King’s Court would be curious if not already concerned. So, I mildly shifted direction to investigate my own curiosity in this matter and eventually ended within the King’s Courts. “Ladies and gentlemen…” I calmly spoke before continuing with “There is nothing to concern yourselves with at the moment.”

Yet, at that very moment with a clank of armor, a guard darts in and scans the surroundings. She mutters to herself, “Where could he have gone?” before charging off.

Shortly after her departure I say, “However….” then take a slight inhale for composure and reserve before calmly continuing with “Keep your eyes out for a human..” As the explanation continues one among the courts quietly finishes in question with a singular word and name.

A cheerful spirited chap, known among several of the local citizens as Jalodg, thoughtfully says “Vagrance….?” My attention among all those within the crowd turns towards the spirited fellow, no words spoken aloud for a brief moment and yet the expression within my eyes silently answering.

“I’m… headed to the New ship..” I continued with, reaching for my wyvern crested veil iron sheathed blade.

Jalodg squeakily exclaims, “I knew its!“

“I will station myself there until.. further development.” I speak aloud and clearly yet within my mind I say “Its happening. As seen through dreams, these nightmares while awake.”

In the distance, a high-pitched whine crescendos into the telltale sound of airship engines igniting. A low thrum echoes through the ground as Legaci approaches Shimeraern Var, where the veniom-hulled golvern airship enclosed by segmented rose gold domes, stationed merely a week. Many gathered towards the location as the airship began slowly to rise, tearing free from its moorings with a series of loud pops. Sparks of mystical energy corrugate over the hull. “Laraynis exclaims, “Someone one’s stealin’ me airship!”

A playfully yet meaningless statement of longing and desire from the sylvan pirated child of the woods. A low humming vibrates around the base of the airship. Veniom bands extend from the undercarriage and hook into the apertures at the top. From somewhere far above, Vagrance’s voice filters down through the escalating whir of the engines. “You know what they say… if you want something stolen right, you’ve got to do it yourself.”

Legaci tightens his grip on upon the hilt of his abnormally long veil iron katana before belting out “?JUSTICE will FIND YOU!” His words fall only upon those near while those above shielded from the roar of the engines. A conclusive act of diplomatically for redemption is belt out, “Vagrance, End this before it truly Begins. Before Justice in ELVENlands see you.” Vagrance peeks over the railings of the ship, making a rude gesture at the crowd below.

With a sudden flash of mystical energy, the ship blurs into motion like a lightning strike. It disappears in a flash of blinding light, gone to places unknown. Furiously quick-paced footsteps are heard scattering through the town, gleaming gold and crimson trailing by as a flock of Wyverns take off on the march. Shouts are heard rising in the streets, and a man’s voice calls out, “It’s not looking good at all. They found Commander Cromell barely breathing and slumped against the Theatre on Rubicaene Wey!“

A White Wyvern guardswoman paces back and forth as another White Wyvern guardswoman says, “Bloody Maw of Luukos.” A moment barely pauses before she continues with “The Commander!“

Several rushed towards the threatre known to local bards, volnains, on random accounts a traveling merchant or two and on this early evening myself. Commander Zison Cromell Vaalor laid upon the ground dazed, I’d say, and clenching a large ring of broken metal keys in his right hand. You knew despite him currently slumpt upon the ground that he was tall and appeared to be in his golden years. He has extremely bloodshot blue-green eyes and blotchy lily white skin. He was with raggedly cut, limp silver blonde hair worn in a ponytail. His face was rounded with a hooked nose and slightly downswept pointed ears. He looked clammy to me, wan pallor with a ruddy rash creeping up his neck.

Several had formed upon me and around one of the great Commanders of Ta’Vaalor, which was only in my company by chance this evening. There were as many questions for the commander as there are fish within the sea yet only one statement to me rung clearly. Zison unhappily says, “I saw that Diviner just south of here, and then..”

Then there was nothing, for that was all he could recall and was unknowingly poisoned, at the time. Squire Legionnaire Legaci reached for the arm the Commander and positioned his weight between the two of them. Despite the efforts of many assisting with the protection of the Commander Zison to the Victory Barracks he was wracked by a fit of uneasy convulsions, coughing and hacking at the end of the spasms. And without realizing it, so had the young Squire Legionnaire. Others continuously made efforts to secure their well beings where all Legaci could see was blocks still away until they had reach the barrack.

Several deals of blocks later the grouping had finally reached the Victory Barracks where Legaci gently rested Commander Zison against the mithril gate. Zison manages to pour some water on the front and back of his neck before a pair of White Wyvern guards arrive into the area and help take Zison from underneath his arms, escorting him towards the infirmary.

“Even the longest of Nights will fall to the wake of Dawn. This Night will see Dawn.” Legaci thinks to himself before disappearing from the crowd.

“Rush not, ever, into battle for long is the War. Only by surviving it, shall one prevail for we are the Guardians of the East, Vanguard of Honor, Pride and Glory.”

Squire Legionnaire
Nobleman of Ta’Vaalor
Legaci