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This is a creative work set in the world of Elanthia, attributed to its original author(s). It does not necessarily represent the official lore of GemStone IV.

Title: Catharsis

Author: Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree

First published on the 16th day of Eorgaen in the year 5122

Following on from her experiences as documented in A Difficult Journey and A Healing Process, this journal is a repository of vignettes around Rohese's struggle with post traumatic stress disorder, the formation of the Glimae'den Trust and her involvement during the Nations on the Brink storyline.

A Letter Arrives

On the 10th day of Eorgaen in the year 5122, Rohese received a letter from her good friend, Arenglae.

Dear Lady Bayvel, After our last talk, I wish this letter were being sent in a lighter tone. Unfortunately, I write to you today because I have many concerns after witnessing what I have seen in the west. I am not sure if you are familiar with the happenings here, but it would seem the Turamzzyrian Empire is expanding their borders with a new barony to the south of Wehnimer's Landing. That may not be so newsworthy, but what is is that the those who are settling this new barony are refugees, many similar to those settling in Ta'Illistim, and other parts of Elanith now. They already have lost much and are currently residing in an encampment, within tents, at the start of the winter months. Along with that, not only are the majority of the denizens of the Landing against this new barony and its proximity to their town, it would seem there are Illoke who oppose it as well. At the behest of Alosaka, I stayed last night with him to aid and fight. I have never seen firsthand the consequence of war, and it was brutal... especially when the attack switched to focus on the imperial encampment. I am writing to you today because much of what they had was burned last night in the attack... tents, supplies, so many things. People, as well. There was one woman who, although Alosaka was there and able to heal her, will suffer the trauma of what happened to her last night. Not just the burns, but the mental anguish as well. They need aid, and while I am sure the empire can provide it, I know we are capable of doing so, as well. For now, I will be staying here to help, but if there is anything you, or anyone else can do to aid, as well, it would go a long way, I am sure. So many have already started making moves to provide what they can here and back home, but more will always be needed. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Sincerely, Lady Arenglae Amalathia Illistim

PTSD

Rohese lay in the dark and listened to the creaks and sighs of the house as it settled for the night. The familiar sounds were somewhat soothing but a rising sense of panic gripped her and she made fists with the bedsheets in a vain attempt to keep it at bay. It took all of her willpower not to whimper or cry out as visions of stricken families and memories of the refugee camps she had visited in the aftermath of the Talador atrocities flooded her mind. How can this be happening again!

Mirkk stirred in his sleep next to her so she took the opportunity to rise as he shifted position. She reached for a robe to ward off the chill in the air and walked out into the Solar, closing the door of the bed chamber quietly behind her to avoid disturbing him. Pausing at her desk, she collected a few sheets of parchment, some ink and a quill, and headed downstairs in search of tea.

The embers glimmered like rubies in the hearth where Aavia had banked the fire for the night. With a quick stir and the addition of a few more logs, it wasn't long before the fire blazed again, casting a warm, ruddy glow around the room. A quick visit to the kitchen resulted in some freshly brewed tea and Rohese settled herself in the fireplace nook with the two resident cats for company.

Taking a deep breath, she re-read the letter from Arenglae. Feelings of despair and dread threatened to overwhelm her again but a few sips of tea managed to quell them. Earlier in the day, she had struggled to reconcile her thoughts on the situation and how best to deal with her friend's request for help. Mirkk's initial reaction had been to insist they go west and offer aid immediately. Her own, in contrast, was to run and hide and she felt ashamed. How could she explain that to him without losing his respect? Over the past few years, she had managed to come to terms with everything that had happened to her the last time she had worked with the displaced in the west. The horrors she had witnessed and experienced first-hand during her abduction had left her traumatised. It was only with the help and support of friends – of Ceyrin – that she had managed to recover and return her life to some semblance of normality. Her thoughts wandered to her husband asleep upstairs. Would he understand?

Dipping her quill into the ink, Rohese began to draft a letter to her friend, pausing every now and then to frame her response without revealing her real fears and motives.

Dear Lady Amalathia, This is such distressing news. As you know, we are somewhat sheltered in the east from the vagaries of imperial politics so I was unaware of recent events across the DragonSpine. Why is it always the innocent who suffer at the hands of opportunists and power-hungry regimes with their expansionist agenda? I will, of course, do all I can to assist you with those who find themselves in this unfortunate position once again and will reach out to others to do the same. Should I be needed to come west and help in person, please do not hesitate to let me know but I am wary of involving myself fully at this point for reasons I will explain the next time I have the pleasure of seeing you. In the meantime, do take care and I will be in touch again soon with an update of what I have managed to organise. Your friend, Rohese

Folding the sheet of parchment and setting it aside, she reached for another sheet and began a second missive, this time with a little more ease.

Dearest grandfather, Thank you for your recent letter, it is still my hope to join you for the Feast of the Immortals as usual but I’m afraid I cannot speak for Mirkk as something has arisen that may prompt him to head west. Word has reached us of some unsettling developments that may require our assistance but I will share more of that when I see you next week. I know you will understand why I am wary to renew my diplomatic ties with the imperials and involve myself in their court politics once again. Has there been any word of Ipsy? I understand from Mimini that there is some concern over her whereabouts. I do hope she has been found safe and well. Fondest regards, Rohese

The letters written and her immediate worries laid to rest, Rohese then turned her thoughts back to Mirkk. She sipped at her tea and idly stroked one of the cats dozing alongside her as she pondered her next steps. How much, if anything, should she share with him? Given his current preoccupation with the search for Ceyrin, she was reluctant to burden him with it. Draining her teacup, she resolved not to add to his worries; she would deal with her inadequacies in her own way and hopefully find some answers when she was able to speak with her grandfather. Then there was the issue of her sister. The adjustments they had made to their daily lives in the light of Poladra's threats were beginning to take their toll; Rohese missed the freedom of being able to wander the nearby woods in solitude.

The hours passed and Rohese sat with the empty teacup in her hand, watching the fire slowly die. Aavia appeared as dawn tentatively pushed back the shadows of the night that had left her mistress so melancholy. With a shake of her head and cluck of the tongue, she disappeared for a moment and returned with a blanket and a fresh cup of tea. Sharing a warm smile, she placed them both next to Rohese and set about her early morning chores without a word. When she returned to the hall sometime later to rebuild the fire, Rohese had disappeared, presumably to begin her day.

A Letter is Sent

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim Office of the Seneschal Ta'Illistim Keep 16th day of Eorgaen, in the year 5122 Seneschal, Thank you for sharing the wonderful news about the approval of funds for the Royal Arboretum research facility. I look forward to hearing more as the project progresses! I hope you will forgive the imposition but could I trouble you to relay some rather disturbing information to the Argent Mirror. Distressing news has reached me from Lady Arenglae Amalathia. It seems that innocent people are once again falling victim to the latest political manoeuvrings and warmongering in the west. As part of the Empire's plans for the establishment of a new barony in the north, refugees have apparently settled in encampments near the frontier town of Wehnimer's Landing and they are being caught up in the cross fire and fierce attacks from all sides of the dispute. Family commitments over the Feast of the Immortals prevent me from joining her but it is my intention in the meantime to request help from my grandfather. The harvests and hunts were bountiful this year, so the Bayvel estate can easily send initial provisions. I fear these poor people will need more than food though, winter is upon them and I am led to believe that there are many wounded. It is not my place to ask for the Argent Mirror's direct involvement but, if Her Reflection could perhaps consider how the beloved House of Illistim might be able to help once again, I will humbly do her bidding. That said, it has been my intention for quite some time to set up the Glimae'den Trust for situations such as this and I am resolved now to see this come to fruition in the new year. I will gladly send more information if needed and be thrilled if the Mirror would consider bestowing her patronage on such an endeavour. I have the honour to be the Mirror's most humble and obedient servant. Respectfully, High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced

An Invitation to Court

Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree 3rd day of Lormesta, in the year 5123 Lady Bayvel-Timbertree, The Argent Mirror was moved by your letter requesting her patronage in regards to the aid we of the Shining City could send to the those in need around the outpost of Wehnimer's Landing. She would like to hear your ideas for gathering and sending this much needed assistance and hear more about what she and others in the city can do support this cause. You are requested to gather like-minded people and attend court on Feastday, the 7th day of Lormesta, 5123, at four PM elven time. In the meantime, she has instructed Lady Gelynne to assist by beginning to collect clothing, food, and bandages and herbs. While this seems insignificant compared to the difficulties faced by those in need, it is a beginning. Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim Office of the Seneschal,Ta'Illistim Keep

Formal Court in Ta'Illistim

Philanthropy v Politics

Letters are sent to the individual court representatives of the Elven Houses.

Elaborately sketched and lifelike, a jade-banded metallic blue dragonfly occupies each of the four corners of the parchment. Thin branches, dappled with newly unfurling leaflets, stretch from each dragonfly to create a simplistic border that complements the overall design. To: Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair Nashal Vaalor the Crimson Legion Officer Lady Naevys Eilstina the Representative of the Rose Throne Lady Callalor Iristil Loenthra the Poet Royal and Most Esteemed Representative of House Loenthra Lord Eruien Lithavir Loenthra the Living Canvas and Most Esteemed Representative of Ta'Loenthra Lady Fennelis Asja Ardenai the Envo c/o Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim Office of the Seneschal Ta'Illistim Keep 14th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123 I would like to apologise for not introducing myself at court last Feastday but unfortunately I was unable to stay for the reception. It has since been brought to my attention that the proposals I made before you all may not align with the wishes of your own sovereign. I cannot speak for the Argent Mirror's motivations but it would be remiss of me to not try and explain my own. Let it be clear from the outset that I do not represent the views of House Illistim in any formal capacity, my endeavours are purely personal and I therefore take full responsibility for any offence caused by my thoughts and actions. First and foremost, I am a philanthropist and not a politician so my work takes me to wherever I see or hear of needless suffering. I strongly believe that I have a duty of care for those less fortunate than myself; an obligation to help victims of war or natural disaster resulting in deprivation regardless of the circumstances. I refuse to be constrained or influenced by the racial and political conflicts of others, especially if they are based on segregation or expansion. My only concern - and the reason behind my proposition in court - is simply to ensure that I work within the parameters of the Peacock Throne and do not compromise the wishes of the Argent Mirror or her Council. After all, we must all look to our respective thrones and why I understand you may have reservations about the philanthropic efforts currently underway. Should the Mirror adopt a similar view to my own or elect to act on my suggestion - as she did on this occasion - then that is for Her Reflection to answer to. I am, as always, appreciative of Her empathy and kindness towards others and will continue to ask for assistance when I think it is appropriate. All that said, I would like to extend an open invitation to meet with me at your convenience so we may discuss this further. When I am not at my desk in the Sylvarraend Manse or deep in the Library shelves, I can usually be found on the Green of the Ta'Illistim Keep. I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Respectfully, Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Illistim Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced Just above the signatory, a tiny dragonfly has been added in metallic blue and green ink to mirror those illuminating the parchment.

Speculation

Morning of the 4th day of Fashanos

The knock on the bedchamber door was tentative at first but soon became insistent. When no answer came, Aavia opened it slightly and peered in. "My Lady?"

Rohese and Mirkk were still fast asleep despite the arrival of dawn an hour ago. The excitement of the previous evening's ball, with its dancing and merriment followed by their stroll home in the moonlight, had ensured that they both slept soundly.

Aavia made the decision to waken them both with the day's news. She moved to the windows and pulled back the drapes to allow the early morning sunlight to naturally illuminate the room. Mirkk stirred in his sleep and muttered something about five more minutes from beneath the blankets.

"Good morning, Aavia." Rohese stretched languorously and opened her eyes with a smile at her chambermaid. "Have we overslept?"

"No, my Lady, but there is some troubling news from the Keep that I thought you ought to be aware of immediately." Aavia dutifully handed a silk robe to Rohese, which she duly slipped on as she reluctantly rose from the bed.

"Oh?" Glancing over at her dozing husband, she giggled softly and prompted Aavia to continue, albeit quietly.

"Well, I have a friend who works in the kitchens there and rumour has it that someone was murdered last night!"

Rohese gave a start, her fingers instinctively resting over the scar at the base of her throat as she was inclined to do when caught by surprise. "Who?" Sitting on the end of the bed, Rohese inclined her head and tried to calm her breathing.

"I don’t rightly know the name, my Lady, but there was talk of it being one of the Mirror's attendants -- the one from the west, I think."

Rohese's eyes grew wide at this revelation. "You mean Lady Kasendra Malwind?"

Aavia shrugged, noncommittally. All manner of thoughts raced through Rohese's mind as the implications of such a calamity manifested themselves. Stay calm, there’s no need to panic. Court was likely to be rife with speculation this morning but hopefully there would be more clarification in due course. Rohese was not a politician but her education had been extensive enough for her to understand that this could potentially have devastating consequences for relations with the west; the murder of a human noble in an elven court would not be taken lightly!

Who could possibly gain from the death of the daughter of the Duke Bannon Chandrennin or wife of the heir apparent to the baronial seat of Vornavis? She was such a kind soul.

Could one of the envoys have had anything to do with it? Surely not! But then Lynaera had discreetly informed her of the Lady Naevys Eilstina's reservations about the Glimae'den Trust. As the Representative of the Rose Throne, she had made it clear to the Lady Aramiel that they were unlikely to back our endeavours when it came to aiding the west.

Mirkk's whispered comment to her last night instantly sprang to mind. "Is it odd I find myself more trusting of my Elven friends than that of my own Turamzzyrian kindred?"

Could he be right? She always trusted Mirkk's instincts. But why?

"Thank you for letting me know, Aavia, perhaps some tea would be in order." Rohese dismissed her maid with a kind smile that masked her apprehension. The maid glanced at the crumpled gown tossed over the end of the bed and frowned slightly. Rohese blushed sheepishly and wrinkled her nose. "Oh, please could you see that the gown is laundered and pressed too."

Aavia nodded and draped the gown over her arm, mumbling something under her breath about stubborn creases in white silk as she left the room.

Rohese was suddenly reminded of the invitation sitting on her desk. There was to be a brunch hosted by the Malwinds today to say farewell to Sayilla, which she had not planned on attending.

Sayilla! Was she now in danger too? Perhaps she should go to the brunch after all. So much for a quiet day at home!

Vornavis Brunch

a peacock-inked pavonated missive The Sapphire Guard is seeking the following individuals regarding their activites at the Farewell Ball in Ta'Illistim on the Day of the Huntress on Fashanos the 3rd. Jaysehn Ranshai Lady Akenna Laeraun-Ranshai Mistress Lithyia Medeea Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra Master Aendir Silithyr Loenthra Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim Mirkk Timbertree Chatelaine Traiva Verethundi Lady Lucrecea Ruin Aforementioned parties should be prepared to answer to our esteemed Inquisitors when called upon.

A Flurry of Letters

Lord Aertinus Avelleur Captain of the Sapphire Guard Ta’Illistim Keep 5th day of Fashanos, in the year 5123 Captain, It has been brought to my attention that the Sapphire Guard wishes to question my husband and I regarding the tragic events at the Farewell Ball last Day of the Huntress. Please rest assured that we are both willing to comply with this request and duly await your summons. Respectfully, High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Illistim Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced
Marked Private and Confidential Lady Sayilla Javilerre Illistim c/o Vornavis Keep Solhaven 5th day of Fashanos, in the year 5123 Lady Sayilla, I hope this letter reaches you before your departure to the City of Tamzyrr and finds you safe and well. I happened to be in the gallery yesterday when you delivered the sad news to the Malwinds - in the company of both Lady Uniana Anduin and Lady Akenna Laerun-Ranshai - and the consensus was that you should consider returning home immediately. Emotions are understandably running high in the Freeport at the moment and there is no telling what might happen in retaliation. We strongly urge you to reconsider your plans and return to Ta'Illistim forthwith until such time as the perpetrators have been brought to justice. Whilst Lady Anduin and I have returned to the relative safety of the Elven Nations – I have been requested to give evidence to the Sapphire Guard regarding the tragic events at the Ball – Lady Laerun-Ranshai insisted she remain in Solhaven should you need immediate assistance. I intend to send a letter in a similar vein to Seneschal Aeriadrn Ghaeriden with the hope that he can co-ordinate arrangements for your return in the most diplomatic and expeditious way possible. Our thoughts are with you. Yours respectfully, High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Illistim Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced
Marked Private and Confidential Lady Ardtin Greyvael Illistim c/o The Office of the Seneschal Ta’Illistim Keep 5th day of Fashanos, in the year 5123 Lady Ardtin, Please forgive my impertinence in writing to you, I am conscious that it goes against normal court protocol but recent events have left me with no other option. I happened to be at both the Ball last Day of the Huntress and in the gallery of the Vornavis Keep yesterday when the sad news of Lady Kasendra's demise was delivered to the Malwinds. On both occasions, I was in the company of both Lady Uniana Anduin and Lady Akenna Laerun-Ranshai and we firmly believe that Lady Sayilla Javilerre is in grave danger. She insists on remaining in the Freeport until the time of her departure for the City of Tamzyrr, as originally planned. We do not think that this is a wise course of action as emotions are understandably running high and there is no telling what might happen in retaliation. I have also written to Lady Sayilla to voice these concerns, urging her to reconsider and return to Ta'Illistim forthwith until such time as the perpetrators have been brought to justice. The reason I am reaching out to you directly is because we believe that our beloved Argent Mirror is too caught up in her own grief still to understand the tenuous position we currently find ourselves in. All that has been achieved over the past few years could uneasily unravel if steps are not taken to protect Lady Sayilla. Dare I even mention that Lord Commander Murstyr could not stand to lose yet another member of his family. We look to you in your wisdom, Lady Ardtin, in the hope that you might be able to ensure a swift and diplomatic resolution to this awful situation. I remain, as ever, the Mirror's most humble and obedient servant. Yours respectfully, High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Illistim Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced
a sheet of silver-edged paper Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Illistim Lord Mirkk Timbertree Fashanos 5, 5123 Lord and Lady Timbertree, Your letter has been passed on to the court. We thank you for your forthright response. You will be summoned at a designated time to answer these charges. When that summons arrives, you will make yourself available for the inquisitors to ascertain your involvement in this terrible crime. Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Seneschal of Ta'Illistim Keep
a sheet of misty grey vellum Lady Bayvel-Timbertree, My heart is heavy for the Malwinds, such a loss should not be a burden to be carried alone, and I believe my presence here can do more good than if I were to return to the Shining City. I place my confidence in Jarnaixa as we help support our Western allies through diplomacy and empathy. Warmest regards to you and yours, and I look forward to my return to Ta'Illistim, but I am called to Tamzyrr and feel it is my obligation to answer. - Lady Javilerre
a page of pressed rosebud parchment Lady Bayvel, This letter is as difficult to write as it is to manage in my own mind. The escort of Lady Sayilla has ended in tragedy. The lady is wounded and missing. She was accosted aboard an Imperial Navy vessel named the Starseeker that was meant to see her taking to the capital. The culprit, according to her bodyguard, Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr, was the baron s own healer Grenhal. And now one has to wonder about the baron s own illness and if she had access to Kasendra at all. Please know that Lord Anduin and I kept our galleon out all night in hopes that there may be an opportunity for recovery. I do not believe she is in the water but it also offers hope that she is not beyond the gates. You have our deepest sympathies and know that we are ever on hand to aid. Respectfully, Lord and Lady Anduin
a page of flora-embossed vellum 8th day of the month Fashanos, 5123 Dear Rohese, By now I imagine the news has come to you. I apolozies for the tardiness of this letter but I have been out all night and most of this day with Jaysehn. It saddens me to report that Lady Sayilla Javilerre Illistim was met with violence last night, though her protector Steward Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr tried valiantly to save her from the account, a healer from Vornavis Keep was on board, attacked the lady and then Jarnsaixa. In the tumult of the situation, the healer whom I hear was named Grenhal was felled by Jarnsaixa but not before she injured the Steward and fell overboard. As did too, the lady Javilerre. What was left of the healer turned assassin was a bloodied cloak, containing six bottles filled with a liquid that smelled sickly sweet. My first thought was lily of the valley, but alas it did not quite fit the profile. I have sent a letter to my father for help, as I cannot find anything in my own library regarding it yet and I wonder if I will. I tell you to see if you might be able to aid me in figuring out the substance. If you can, I ask that you also pass this information on to Avawren. I worry that Lady Sayilla might have been poisoned with it as well, if we find her, I would like to be prepared. Please take care and keep Mirkk by your side, as I still worry for you, even now. Sincerely, Akenna
a sheet of silver-edged paper In the Elven language, it reads: Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Illistim Twelfth day of Charlatos, in the year 5123 Lady Rohese, I apologize for the lateness of our correspondence. As you can understand, it has been a difficult few weeks for us all. Thank you for your letter of urgent concern, it was obviously well founded. The circumstances were discussed, but it is with deep regret that we were not able to get support to Lady Sayilla. The failure to aid her has weighed heavily on my heart. We all mourn and feel her loss. It is comforting to know that she had so many supporters who were concerned for her, yours included. We are confident that the Argent Mirror is working hard to bring the investigation to a conclusion and see justice done. Sincerely, Lady Ardtin Greyvael Illistim

Prayers by Candlelight

Rohese cupped a hand around the candle to shield it from the cool evening breeze and quietly snapped the fingers of her other hand to light it. A tiny silvery blue flame danced irreverently above the wick for a moment before settling into place with a steady and sombre flicker. She moved to the second candle and did the same, watching them both until the soft glow began to push back the darkness around her.

With a heavy sigh, Rohese smoothed the skirt of her black silk gown and lowered herself to her knees before the altar, paying no heed to the damp grass. She recalled the news from the two letters she had recently received and allowed the sympathetically crafted words from both Uniana and Akenna to sink in. To lose Kasendra in such tragic circumstances, and subsequently receive a summons from the Sapphire Guard to give evidence about it, was a shock, but this latest revelation about Sayilla's demise was really upsetting in so many more ways. Her death was both a huge loss to the Ta'Illistim Court and also a great personal loss; she had considered Sayilla to be a friend. It also frustrated her because it had been avoidable; if only she had listened to the pleas to come home!

A light breeze rustled the leaves on the nearby trees and lifted her hair. Deep in thought, she instinctively brushed it aside and tucked it behind her ear. Her gaze remained fixed on the two candles, the flames dimming and sputtering a little. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and murmured a short prayer for the ladies and their respective families. She pondered whether she should send letters of condolence but opted instead to leave flowers with a note at the Keep for both parties; she didn't wish to intrude on their grief.

What now? This thought drew Rohese up short and she opened her eyes. That is a good question. Whatever do we do now? She had not received a reply from Lady Ardtin as yet - assuming she was ever likely to get one - and the Mirror had called for a period of mourning while the powers that be endeavoured to find those responsible.

So be it; she would honour that request and hold a candlelight vigil each night in remembrance until such time as she was summoned for her interrogation and then decide what the next steps should be. Akenna had also asked for her help in trying to figure out what the poisonous substance might be so that would keep her busy and hopefully keep her fears at bay for a while.

The hoot of a nearby owl signalled the end of the evening's vigil so she rose to her feet, brushing bits of grass from her skirt. Tomorrow, she would light candles in the Hall of Reflection.

Placing her fingers on her throat, she murmured a few more words of prayer and, with a reverential nod towards the candles still burning on the Grove altar, she slipped away through the trees and headed home before Mirkk missed her.

Mirror Crack'd

Liabo was particularly bright in the night sky and held Rohese's gaze as she pulled the brush through her cool silver hair. Another day spent in the library looking for books on poisonous substances had yielded nothing new and she was beginning to feel frustrated. Picking up the hand mirror from her vanity table, she sighed inwardly at the dark circles beneath her eyes. Sleep had eluded her since the recent tragic events and it was taking its toll. Agreeing to help Akenna had kept her mind off the pending inquisition but it still gave her cause for concern.

"Are you coming to bed?"

A voice from behind caught her by surprise and the mirror tumbled from her hand. As it hit the wooden floor, a web of cracks appeared in the glass. Rohese gasped, her hand flying instinctively to the scar at her throat.

"I didn't mean to startle you." Mirkk apologised, kneeling to pick up the mirror and holding it carefully to avoid scattering the shards of glass all over the floor.

It was all Rohese could do to hide her apprehension from Mirkk as he left the room to dispose of the broken pieces. Don't be silly, I'm sure it doesn't mean anything! Chiding herself, she rose and headed to bed.

Research

Rohese closed the book with a sigh and placed it on top of the growing stack at her feet. She rubbed her tired eyes with the back of her hand and swept aside a stray lock of hair in frustration. A quick glance out of the window revealed that night had crept up on her; she had been at this for hours with nothing to show for it.

A visit to the Library Aies and a search through her own collection of alchemical and phytological texts had yielded a significant pile of reference material. The day had started on an optimistic note but the feeling was rapidly waning as she reached for the last tome. The leather covers were dark with age and the vellum pages bound within smelled musty but the title picked out in gold leaf along the spine had intrigued her: "Death in the Garden."

Carefully opening the book, she methodically scanned the chapter headings but nothing caught her eye so she resigned herself to another hour of flicking through each page in search of references that might be of interest.

Akenna had mentioned a liquid substance that smelled sickly sweet and Rohese's initial thoughts naturally strayed towards a plant-based toxin but there were so many of them!

Bergamot or blue tansy oil? Possible. Mulling these over for a moment, she made a note in her journal and turned the page in the tome. Deadly nightshade and foxglove? Also possible but obvious. She added them to the list though. Several pages later, she added apple seeds as an option and then shook her head in exasperation. So many possibilities! Then her eye was drawn to a passage on mandrake root ...

"I think that's enough, don't you?" A quiet but firm voice behind her made her jump. Mirkk was standing in the doorway with a stern look upon his face. "It’s time you came to bed. The books will still be there in the morning."

Rohese reluctantly nodded and put down her quill. Slipping a bookmark between the flimsy vellum pages, she flexed her stiff fingers and arched her back to try and relieve some of the tension. Perhaps he was right, some sleep might clear her mind and she could start again early in the morning.

Thin wisps of smoke emanated from the low-burning candles as she snuffed out their flames. She took the opportunity to murmur a prayer for Kasendra and Sayilla, having missed her vigil this evening, and then joined her husband at the doorway with a soft smile. Glancing back ruefully at the mess on and around her desk, she sighed inwardly. Mirkk placed his hand on her back and forcibly guided her out of the room. "It can wait."

The Inquisition

Rohese faces the Inquisition on the 11th day of Charlatos, 5123

The Inquisition

A Discovery

Rohese wandered around the Classroom straightening the chairs and collecting up the last of the teacups. She had enjoyed the clamour in the Manor over the weekend during FashionCon but it was always nice to see it return to some semblance of normality; order restored to the workroom and peace to the Orangery. She picked up a copy of Elanthian Vogue that had been left open on a seat and gazed thoughtfully at the image of Yfane staring back at her with his beguiling violet eyes. She sighed heavily. There was still no word of his whereabouts or of the others that had mysteriously disappeared for that matter.

There was a palpable tension in the air around the city lately. Just wandering the Vars and Weys this morning as she completed her chores, she had heard raised voices and mumblings about the Mirror. Closing the glossy booklet, she slipped it into her satchel and pulled out a dark violet fig-shaped note. She unfolded it and pondered its contents once more in case it would make sense on a second reading. It did not.

Earlier in the day, she had stopped by the Arboretum to collect a few books she had left in the conservatory. As she wandered through the garden, she had paused – as she always did – just to savour the tranquility of the domed space. Bathed in the early morning sunlight streaming through the faenor-framed glass, the trees seemed to hum with contentment. She had instinctively placed her palm against the trunk of the sugar fig tree and something had come away in her hand. At first she had thought it was a piece of bark but it had turned out to be something more. Her brow furrowed, she slipped it back into her satchel and resolved to find someone to help her decipher it later.

With order restored, she headed upstairs to the find some freshly brewed tea. Perhaps that would soothe her sense of unease.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

In the solitude of her bedchamber, Rohese stood before her gilded mirror. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow upon her reflection, illuminating the intricate details of her gown and the contemplative furrow upon her brow. Her gaze was both steady and searching, as if the polished glass held the secrets of her thoughts and the answers to her questions.

She stared into the glassy depths, her mind drifting to the city's ongoing struggles; the Ta'Illistim she knew and cherished - the Shining City of her childhood - was in turmoil. There had been no word from the Keep in months. Whispers of discontent were sweeping through the weys and vars and those murmurings had strengthened recently to angry voices calling for action. Fortunately, the crowds last week had quickly dispersed with the intervention of the Sapphire Guard but who knew when it would all rear its ugly head again. Citizens were still missing and - if the rumours were true - Lady Ardtin Greyvael had disappeared now too.

The weight of her position – albeit of low rank - within the Ministry of Scholars and her loyalty to the Peacock Throne bore heavily upon her heart. Lately, Rohese had become restless and she felt uncomfortable with her own feelings of uncertainty and doubt in her monarch. She had always believed that the Argent Mirror was a reflection of Her people but something had changed; she no longer seemed to listen or - dare she say it – she no longer seemed to care.

An idea began to take shape within Rohese's mind. A letter, a heartfelt plea, addressed to the Mirror herself. It was not an act of rebellion, but rather a gesture of empathy and concern, a humble attempt to bridge the divide between the Keep within and without.

With determined grace, she turned away from the mirror and approached her writing desk. The quill dipped into the inkwell and she began to pour her thoughts onto the parchment. Each word was carefully chosen, a tapestry of sincerity woven into the fabric of her sentences. The candlelight danced as she wrote, casting shadows upon the walls that seemed to whisper encouragement. The hours slipped away, and soon Rohese found herself with a final letter of earnest persuasion, a plea for the Mirror to listen, to understand, and to act.

As dawn's light began to paint the sky with delicate hues, Rohese folded the letter and sealed it with pearly white wax. Holding it in her hands, she felt a mixture of hope and trepidation. Would her words actually reach the Mirror? Could one humble lady's petition truly make a difference?

With a resolute breath, Rohese left her chamber. She purposefully walked along the Sylvarraend Road and into the city that she dearly loved, each step echoing her determination. In the Post Office, she approached the clerk and, with a blend of apprehension and conviction, she handed over the letter, her eyes meeting Jarveil's with an unspoken hesitation. He nodded, an understanding light in his gaze, and promised to see that her letter was delivered.

Rohese retreated, a sense of accomplishment briefly warming her heart. She had looked into the mirror, into her own soul, and found the courage to act. Now, as the sun bathed the city in its morning embrace, she held onto the belief that her words would hopefully reach the Mirror's ears. Perhaps, just perhaps, they would inspire her to act and lead with a newfound empathy and understanding.

Back at home, Rohese caught her reflection in the mirror. She looked tired. As she gazed at herself, she saw the face of the Mirror staring back at her and doubt returned.

What have I done?

It's too late now.

c/o Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim Office of the Seneschal Ta'Illistim Keep 16th day of Phoenatos, in the year 5123 Argent Mirror, I am writing to you as a loyal subject and a concerned citizen. As one who has witnessed some of the intricate tapestry of our beloved city's joys and struggles under your stewardship, I humbly urge you to lend your ear to the voices that echo in the hearts of your people. Ta'Illistim, while graced with the beauty, wisdom and benevolence of your egalitarian rule, is not untouched by the challenges that have woven themselves into the lives of those who call this city their home since the tragic events that unfolded earlier this year. As I think back to the Valley of Gold and look upon the diverse people that now define our nation, I cannot help but feel a deep connection to the murmured whispers and voices that have recently been raised within our city walls. Your Reflection, I do not write this letter as a plea to excuse discord, but rather as a humble request for understanding and empathy. The strength of our City-State lies not only in its history and architecture but also in the well-being of its people. Our shared prosperity and happiness form the foundation upon which our nation stands. I beseech you to consider these words not as criticism but as a heartful entreaty. By opening a dialogue that bridges the gap between the Keep and the people, we can hopefully work together to overcome the issues that have plagued our weys and vars recently. The Peacock Throne has the power to illuminate the path towards an Elanthia that stands united, where the voices of both the Elven Nations and the Turamzzyrian Empire harmonise in a symphony of progress and peace. With the utmost respect and loyalty, Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced
High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree Imaerasta 10, 5123 Lady Rohese, Your passion and love for our city shines through your words and are always welcome. It has taken me some time to pen this reply, not because I wished to ignore you, but there are times that one in leadership must keep their own council as events evolve. Much damage has been done during this past year by those who would tear our city apart. The nefarious actions of a few will not create a permanent distance, but will only serve to bring us together stronger than before. There is much to do to reverse the harm that has fallen on our city. It will take the hands, hearts, and minds of many to make it whole again. It will take time, but together, we will accomplish this goal and build a strong future for all who call the Shining City home. Penned by my hand, Argent Mirror Myasara Illistim

Court Contemplations

Myasara whispered, "I noticed you had some uneasiness today."

Rohese played this over and over in her head. Had it been that obvious? She had taken the bold step in finally sharing her frustrations and concerns with the Anduins but she had been discreet about it. Hadn't she?

This troubled her. Torn between her loyalty to the city of her birth and her long service to the Peacock Throne, Rohese was struggling to decide what to do for the best. In writing a letter directly to the Mirror some weeks ago and sharing her concerns, she had at least felt she was doing something proactive to stave off the sense that she was powerless but the reply she had duly received had done little to quell her anxieties.

Ta'Illistim was no longer shining; its reputation was tarnished, its sovereign ineffectual, its ruling body in turmoil, and its people dissatisfied. Lady Orelwen Greyvael's vocal reprisal earlier that evening was clear evidence of a loss of confidence in the Mirror and all of the subtle mirror shards adorning some courtiers' outfits hadn't escaped Rohese's notice either; nor had the hesitation of Lord and Lady Anduin in accepting their honorifics. Had her own choice of outfit been an unconscious decision to make a statement too? Lady Anduin had commented as much.

Rohese thought of Myasara as a friend too - or was she being too presumptuous. She wanted to reach out as a friend and have a courageous conversation with her but protocol dictated otherwise. The Mirror had suggested tea just before Rohese had departed from the Keep. Had she avoided that invitation for fear of finally having to take direct action?

Realising her tea had gone cold, Rohese placed the cup on the nearby table with a heavy sigh and picked up her book instead. She curled herself up on the cushioned window seat and covered herself in a blanket. Perhaps reading will keep my mind off things until Mirkk gets home and we can discuss it.