A Note for Alexandria

[Zambition]

Slipped beneath her office door.

Alexandria,

I've spoken with the Magus Zemethis and his watchful companion, Mansur, regarding some possibility of shifting your cabinet for their continued support and they have voiced interest in contributing to the militarization of our efforts.

I suggest the following and a meeting to discuss it tonight;

1. Ulfgrim will be made Magistrate in place of either Yogi or Ramez. This will be a favorable move if it is Ramez, for while I enjoy the man's company, I do not think upholding the law suits him, while granting Ulfgrim this position would be a sweet justice for Durgin Doomed-Oath, should any of his Rathgan come to trial. I observed the trial of Mazeed Hafouri and I confess, a trial to punish one's theft and assault should not be a two hour affair.

2. Magus Zemethis will be made Vizier. He vows to secure funds and continue arming the refugees and finding worthy new arrivals to take up the role of Absolver. A private army in the making, and done so with eloquent grace and subtlety.

3. His servant, Mansur, will be made an Absolver so he is given the right to bear arms and teach the refugees how to fight, and fight well.

I've given Magus Zemethis a copy of that treatise we spoke of, so he has a better understanding of what we're up against.

Some changes to the law, as well. As Prelate I should like the right to oversee a trial if it comes to pass, and supersede a Magistrate's right should it be necessary. Nasreen Shabani and I share a passion for the law, so I cannot see Vellyn's disagreement coming to pass upon this matter, to ensure no more debacles occur in court.

Yours truly,
Edmund

[Zambition]

Dear Alexandria,

I fear we are conspired against by a coterie of Legate Vellyn's puppet strings, so I shall be honest with you and say this; I do not approve of the Absolvers, and in fact I think it rather a waste of time on the League of White's part.

The past week I have gone to great lengths to justify them as the creation of jobs, as the natural progress of this city, and as something good. But what good has the Absolution done, but stir up scandal after scandal? Are the Absolvers the behest of all that we strive for, are they worth it?

Do not mistake these words for fear, for I do not afear the craven dogs that nip and bark at our heels. I fear the unknown, and they are far too predictable in their vendetta, in their frustration that a month's invitation of an Enlightened Age was passed up in this city for a month, instead, of Vellyn Lhyrian and her silly, silly games.

They say, Alexandria, that as an elf grows so old, they become madder by the day. For living so long, as only Gods are ought to do, only those immortals, sons and daughters of holy creation should know eons, and that yes, as an elf ages, they replace their wisdom with tragedy. The years begin to peel at them like aged wood, cracking at the break of an era, at the dawn of one indeed. And Vellyn Lhyrian is one I've not known to be so petty and without proper discourse. Perhaps now, in this hindsight, I ponder if this city should rather burn itself to the ground than be some thing, any thing, than this heap of excuses and squabbling.

But, and this shall be the sternest and least doubtful buts you will ever garner from me, my friend; I will not betray you, not now, not yesterday and not tomorrow. I would be a Martyr for this cause, but I am confident that no matter what the outcome is, I shall make of them to appear as fools and sycophants, the lot of them, as it is the Gods given truth that I am a pious man of the only law in this land, the law of the Living Brother.

They do not understand. Even that idiot, Cogsworth, thinks I accepted this position as a reward, and see it as power. It is only a duty, and without you, the duty of it holds no meaning. I am here to take the seat should it find itself vacant, but for just reasons and not a web of lies and skullduggery, at the hands of those who claim to be the hand of justice, but it is not the hand of justice, it is the hand of vengeance, the hand of WROTH.

They have cursed us, and I shall curse them back in turn and rue the day I did not have her blood spilled, to spare my soul.

Take heart, and we will speak soon. The blood is worth it, if it spells out the future of the thousand masses without hope of a better tomorrow. The people shall always come first.

Edmund

[VanillaPudding]

Edmund,

Now is not the time to crumble to a little pressure from a scorch addict. Stand up strong and remain pure to the cause of the people.

-Alexandria