Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
It calls us back to who we truly are.
It calls us back to who we truly are.
To call the incident that had befallen Joya a tragedy almost didn’t seem to be enough to truly convey the horrific reality of what had taken place. Countless millions of lives were snuffed out in a matter of seconds, putting an immediate stop to any chance that the world would have to broker peace between the two nations of Ishgar that held arguably the most ancient blood feud with one another. And the worst part was that they had very few answers and likely wouldn’t have them any time soon, as Joya had demanded that all foreign individuals, whether political dignitaries or otherwise, evict themselves from the nation within twenty four hours of the explosion that had completely flattened their only city. This meant that Serilda and the rest of the Rune Knights had been given next to no time to try to perform an investigation before they were told to vacate or be treated with hostility. Serilda had vehemently implored the High Priestess of Joya to reconsider as far as the Rune Knights were concerned. After all, many of the Rune Knights that had been assisting with patrols had also died that day, and a number of reports from those who had survived confirmed that not just the Knights but also a great number of civilians had stopped multiple other terrorist attempts and bomb threats. Reason only dictated that the Knights had nothing to gain from the attack, and Serilda could not help them pursue justice if they were not allowed to assist with the investigation. Unfortunately, the priestess was having none of it, and the Chieftain would not accept anything except for all peoples of non Joyan descent to leave. So she had been forced to return home to Fiore, where she had been tasked with giving the official national address regarding the event, letting the rest of the country – and the rest of the world – know what had transpired, including announcing the unfortunate deaths of Bellum’s cardinal Leonida and the head chairman of the Magic Council Pendleton. The latter was a death was hitting both Serilda and Mythal particularly hard. They had served directly under Norwood for nearly four years, and he was a good man. The couple had their opinions and whispered suspicions about many of the other council members, but Norwood was a man whom they both greatly respected. With him gone, it left a gaping hole in the leadership for the Council, one that the two Gods of Ishgar were not at all looking forward to see how it was filled. And while Serilda’s speech had been as collected and respectful as one would expect from a noblewoman that held a number of political positions of high esteem, this was the one time that Serilda had refused to hold back her opinion and thoughts in the privacy of the Council’s meeting room. While she had more or less kept her composure, she had not shied away from demanding to know who had authorized and vetted the escort parties that had been chosen for the Bellum and Pergrande dignitaries, a task that Serilda had asked to handle herself but had been denied by the Council. That alone had been odd enough, but the rumor that not just one but two dark mages had been selected for one of the envoys had her utterly furious, and she had not held back from expressing her disappointment and frustration from how poorly handled everything had been. But that was a story for another day. Today, Serilda had decided it was time for her to meet personally with the other hired mages to interview them directly over the attack. There were less of them available than she would have liked. Four individuals had been chosen for each envoy, and all four of the ones that had been with the Pergrande dignitary had disappeared. It was news that Serilda was not taking well, considering that one of those mages had been Kenna, from Serilda’s former guild Sabertooth. She had not spoken to Kenna in quite some time, but she did care greatly for the woman and it was difficult not knowing whether the guildmaster had survived the attack or not. Of the four that had been chosen to escort Norwood and Leonida, only three were present and accounted for. The one known as Maven had been gravely wounded and was undergoing medical treatment, while another known as Kyran had fled the scene and gone missing shortly after the dust had settled. The other two were members of Mercury’s guild Silver Wolf, one of which Serilda knew personally, even if they were still little more than acquaintances. Still, that had seemed the best place to start. So Serilda had sent a summons to the Wizard Saint Leona, requesting that she meet with Serilda at her office in the Rune Knights headquarters in Era. It was in the large room where Serilda sat behind a small mountain of reports as she waited for the guildmaster’s arrival, rubbing her temples and doing her best to fight off a migraine as she poured through as much information as her brain was capable of processing. |
Serilda Sinclair