Initiative

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A dark night turns into a clear morning in Valkur's Roar, and several guardsmen and citizens are whispering and nodding to one another of a sight not seen in a long time: members of all three reserve branches entering and leaving the Great Hall -together.-

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Several nights later, a letter finds its way into the possession of every member of the Valkur's Roar Reserves, be it by hand delivery, or other channels...



"Valkur's Roar...

  I've heard it spoken of as the darkest, most evil city in Cormyr. Maybe it is. One can walk through our streets and see the many memorials carved for warriors who gave their lives to fight off invasions from dark, -dark- places. A nexus of evil... an attraction inexplicable. Still we stand. Still we serve.

  Whispers abound in dark alleys and locked rooms, that we are a cesspool of political debauchery, even within the very ranks of the reserves itself. Low-voiced accusations of ambition abound in droves. Still we stand. Still we serve.

  Beset on all sides by nests of the unhallowed dead, rising by wills not their own, the Great Grey City stands at controversy among clergy who sit safely in their studies, surrounded by alabaster walls. We are called vile, we are called wicked. Still we stand. Still we serve.

As far as the Reserve Guard, the Mage Guard, and the Inquisitors, we are many things. One of the many things we are, is -present.-

  While many may speak of standing against the evils that threaten to undo the lives of so many, we stand, poised at the very core of that evil, tending the gates unerringly and vigilantly, day in, day out. I've often been asked why I view those Reservists with such loving familiarity, and I can profess this much: I admire anyone who will stand with me at the gates of the Hells themselves, come what may. They are my most valued. They are my city. They are my family.

  Division is necessary to effectively delegate tasks according to profession, but there are times when division is taken advantage of. There are times when division can undo or at least weaken the bonds that make a cohesive unit. We have let our division carry over too far. It has separated us and estranged us. Trust begins to erode along with familiarity. My family is dying, and I refuse to let that happen.

  I've called for messages to be delivered to the division leaders, that we might meet and reunite. After that meeting, there will be a grand assembly of all who serve, that we might discuss which foot we put forward next, and that footstep will be as one. That is the only way we can survive the tomorrows to come; together. I've spoken to several in each division about this initiative, and I am both humbled and emboldened by the absolute conviction and support. It is time. At long last, it is time.


    ~ Tanya Steel, Prefect, Inquisitors ~

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((Assuming Lorren received a missive.))

Lorren accepted the missive and gave thanks to the individual delivering it. Upon opening and reading the letter, she could not help but smile to herself. Tanya had, in the past, expressed praise for her skills both in battle and out, but soon she would be able to prove her worth in a situation in which all previous words would need to be backed up with action. Returning to the inn, she packed up her travelling gear and arranged transportation to Arabel. Things were undoubtedly gearing up for change in her life, and Siamorph had undoubtedly smiled upon her; incomplete blood oath not withstanding. It would only be proper to honor the Divine Right at her shrine before the tides turned to curry further favor.