She is dead but not forgotten. Her legacy of light will endure. The Confessor solemnly spoke of the life and his admiration of Seipora El’Jassan the Pure, Daughter of the Sun, and fallen Lord-Commander. Praising her life and condemning those who took it he spoke of her desire for Mercy and Compassion.

While many of the most prominent people of the city sent representatives, likely the least they thought they could get away with, not so the Crimson House. The Crimson Lady, her face set and eyes bloodshot sat along side the abnormally subdued High Battleguard Malak Thane. Nahlo the Eternal and Francis DeValle represented the Helmite Temple, and as was expected given her long and vocal support of the True Sun, was completely focused on the words of the Confessor.

While attended by the elites, this was a funeral of the common folk. Adventurers and people long benefitting from the presence of the True Sun packed the temple and overflowed into the great hall. Some openly wept while others quietly said farewell to a beloved hero and softly spoke of the uncertain future.

As people leave and walk out to the clear sky and brilliant Sun over head, work spreads of the respect paid by the well known and boisterous Battleguard Virgil Asgerson. His precise words are disputed but all there agree that he spoke of Honor and the supreme act of cowardice by others. Presenting his sword in what some say a Tempan Warrior’s oath, he turned and left, with many a Knight dipping their head in respect as he passed.

Those few who remained speak of a flurry of activity after the doors are closed. Crates and chests are loaded onto wagons and they slowly make their way to the city. Most knights, wearing heavy cloaks mount horses and depart for the country again. Some however are said to head to the city and the Temple of Helm, again under heavy cloaks in twos and threes.

It has been a long week for many, yet most seem content that things will soon be back to normal…..

Finally the reign of terror has ended, the Shadow Beak is no more.

After a legendary brawl of wits, strength and cunning.. Yassir Blacksand stand victorious against the oppressing forces of lawkeepers trying to shackle and enslave people of outsider heritage, standing unmoving as the leader struck him straight in the face. The very ground shaking as his roar echoes across the pub! This time, FREEDOM has won.

Rumors circulate after the eventful trial at House Misrim that the Traitor within the city was actually a member of the Black Tower, it is uncertain if they were linked to the treachery witnessed at House Vaylan only a short time ago...

After an little old lady assaults a Sentinel of the Tower with a loaf of bread, the Sentinel protects himself and snaps the loaf and the woman's arm in half. The old lady dies moments later, the crowd which witnesses the deed are too shocked and frightened to speak or move. It is only after the Sentinel leaves, that the old lady is moved to the mortuary.

Heavily wounded by the flames and rubble, Menna still managed to pull through with the aid of the Elven Embassy. She remains weak, falling in and out of consciousness. Lady Vaylan has visited her often, holding her dear old companion's hand. Hard times are head for them all, and they must be strong.