[IC] Letter to Ebon Knights regarding a request from the Stormwind Regiment

Letter to Ebon Knights regarding a request from the Stormwind Regiment.

[Your toon can recieve this letter if you choose so to be]


Knights of the Ebon Blade. Duvaineth was approached by the Leader of the Regiment. Do not know his name. He was a worgen in gold-like plate armor. He accused Duvaineth of holding an investigation in Dwarven District. He requested she call it off. She denied the false stated accusations. Stated that she commands only Wardens and cannot force any others to follow her commands. The worgen was not convinced. He thinks Duvaineth has a strong voice amongst some Ebons who are not of the Wardens. To make him shut up she promised to send a letter to all ebon knights, who ever they may be, in a plea to stop investigating the murder of a fallen dwarf knight.

Yes yes, Duvaineth has heard the rumors of a group of Ebons wearing tabards, with hidden faces. Poking around dwarven district for clues. Oh.. my...my, you naughty little death knights who ever you may be. You punched a miner, and burned a blacksmith. Made an ugly dwarf merchant look pretty by bashing his face in with his own gun. Oh no no, you must not use such unethical methods. Oh no no you have broken one of the virtues of light.

Whom ever you may be please stop investigating. If you choose not to hear this plea, at the least don't hurt the poor living. They are so so fragile. But with all seriousness careful you don't kill any. That is something not tolerated.

Raene receives this letter in Darnassus of all places, and after reading the first six sentences throws at aside.

"What the...? Why the Fel did I receive this? What in the Goddesses name was all that about?"

((On an OOC note, I'm glad you're getting more RP out of this than originally planned.))

(Ah you Death Knights, can't solve anything without violence can you! More ammo for the ''Lightdogs''.)

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Lynwen receives the letter, ripping it open and reading over it ideally. She stares at it, then cackles, tossing it aside, walking back inside the Pig to take her spot as a 'guard'.

Emily reads quickly over the letter, her eyes scaning the text.
"Uuuh.."
Emily turns around and looks at the man in the corner of the old, burned down house, emotionless and cold as usual.
"Sssh little man, it will all be over soon."
Emily looks back at the paper before shurging and folding it into a little ball, then throws it into the lake.
She slowly begins to move towards the body and takes out a small bottle, and sticks it into the chest of the man, right where the heart is and places the bottle on it. The bottle slowly is filled up with some blood and Emily can't help but smile a little.