Arylon Family/The Disappearance of Lyanna Arylon

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What follows is an account of the mysterious abduction of Lyanna Arylon, Lord Speaker of Sirion, Duchess of Osmeneliath and Margravine of Sirion City. It covers the night of her disappearance, as well as the events immediately after involving her husband Monterys Valeryon, and her half-brother Rearden Arylon, both of whom set off for Alexandria seeking answers.

Day One -- The Day of the Abduction

Dusk, The Great Gardens of Sirion

Evening had begun to on the Gardens of Sirion City, and Lyanna was restless. Dusk still kissed the landscape, but darkness was creeping upon the Republican Palace, and it would not be long before it would be impossible to make her way through the intricate maze of plant life that stood in front of her home.

Much had been on her mind of late, and increasingly she had turned to solitude in response. Walks like these were her escape. But escape from what? In truth, her life was ideal. She enjoyed great wealth, she was among the most important citizens in Sirion, she had a title of great esteem, and she had a wonderful, loving husband in Monterys. She had achieved much, and at a very young age which should have filled her with great satisfaction.

And it did. But it also was a heavy burden. The trappings of government and politics, her ducal responsibilities, managing the city of Sirion, and still finding time for her husband were exhausting to maintain. She worked from sun up to sun down with very few breaks, her mind constantly challenged by the various problems she was asked to solve, and she was constantly left feeling drained by the time night fell. This was one of those nights, and once again she sought silence and peace to calm her mind.

The walk, unfortunately, was not helping. There was more than bureaucratic duty and political machinations weighing on her this night.

It had been three weeks since she had expected to, and still she had not bled. She felt different. Her breasts were tender to the touch, and she had been nauseous every morning for the past week. She knew what this all meant. Even though she had never been with child before, it was indisputable that was now carrying her husband's line inside of her.

Lyanna had been searching for a way to tell Monterys, but had yet to summon the courage to do so. She didn't know what the source of her trepidation was -- her husband was a loving man, would be a wonderful father, and the two of them had talked extensively of their desire to have children. She knew that once she did tell him, he would be happy, and yet she was still afraid for some reason. Perhaps it was that telling him would make it real for her, and she was terrified of being pregnant. So many women lost children at the very moment they thought they were bringing a new life into the world, and so many others died in the process of having them. What if that was her? Would Monterys still love her if she lost the child? Was it possible she might die from this experience?

These thoughts swam through her head as she continued to walk through the gardens. It was late enough that the light had now drained away almost fully. She didn't have much time left to get back, but fortunately she had just come to The Citizen, the famous colossal statue at the entrance of the garden, just in front of the palace.

She loved this statue. She loved it for what it represented about the realm she loved -- that sovereignty stems from the people, and that the highest calling of ones life it to serve in an act of statesmanship for one's people. It was this sentiment that made Sirion the greatest realm of the East, to her.

Lyanna gazed up at the remarkable face of The Citizen, carved in marble to represent all men of Sirion. His face was both familiar, and alien. Recognizable, and yet mysterious. The statue was famous in no small part to the enigmatic nature of the figure itself. It had... a quality that many found indescribable, and yet magnetic. Even after seeing it nearly every day for years, she still marveled at it just the same.

Just as Lyanna drew her eyes down from the statue to the courtyard ahead, she noticed a dark figure ahead of her nearly ten paces. He stood tall, and was wearing a the darkly colored clothing of a man seeking trouble, and a black mask that allowed her to see only the sharp blue color of his eyes. He had a knife in his hand.

Dread filled Lyanna. She had chosen to walk this night alone and unarmed, thinking she was safe in her own home. She was a capable woman, but her ability to defend herself was limited in this kind of a situation.

"You are coming with me," his snake-like voice hissed at her. "Don't resist." As he said it, she became aware of another figure approaching behind her.

As the first figure began to walk toward her, Lyanna's eyes grew narrow as she frantically tried to think of a way of the situation. His eyes, she thought. Go for his eyes.

Just then, she dropped to the ground with the speed of a predator and grabbed a handful of dirt in her hand. Roaring back upward, she tore at the man in front of her, and thew the dirt in his exposed eyes. Blinded, he let out a howl of pain and shock, dropping the knife as his hands instinctively covered his eyes. Lyanna took this moment and exploited it before he had a chance to recover, grabbing his dropped knife and plunging it directly into his neck. Blood exploded out of the wound, and the man coughed a hideous, gurgling breath that would prove to be his last. He dropped to the ground with a great thump, nearly tripping Lyanna in the process.

Just as he fell, the man behind her had closed the distance and he lunged himself at her, tackling her to the ground violently. In the process of the collision the knife was knocked from her hand, tumbling several feet away. The other man -- also draped entirely in black, obscuring his appearance -- took the opening her defenselessness gave him, and pinned her arm behind her back while shoving her face into the dirt, paralyzing her momentarily.

"You'll pay for that, bitch," he spat at her.

She grunted, trying to find a way to regain some leverage to escape his hold. "Coward."

"Shut up!" The anger in his voice was remarkable. Interesting, she thought, anger can be a weakness. A weakness I can exploit.

"What's the matter," her voice dripped with mockery and ridicule, "are you angry a little girl like me killed your friend?"

"He wasn't my friend!" he howled.

"Nor was he a man. Nor are you."

That last comment cut at him, and he responded by driving her face further into the ground and causing her to lose the air from her lungs. "I said shut up!"

Lyanna coughed. The dirt she had just sucked in was extremely painful, and she couldn't breathe easily anymore. Summoning every ounce of her strength, her groggy voice croaked another insult. "No one with a cock," she coughed, "would lurk in the shadows and try to attack an unarmed woman while hiding their face. Tell me, when was it your cock was stolen from you?"

His rage was predictable. Men like this were easy to antagonize, and she had counted on him being the simpleton that he apparently was. With a white hot fury, the man roared and picked her up before slamming her back down on the ground and kicking her in the face. His brutality stunned her momentarily and his boot had definitely broken her nose, causing her to gush blood. But she was no longer trapped, and her hands were free.

As he once again moved toward her, Lyanna sprung up and dove on the man, clawing at his face viciously. With her left hand she was able to scrape his face, leaving a massive gash on the right side of his cheek. With her right, she was able to sink her thumb into his left eye, using her nail as a small knife. She felt the warm, soft tissue surrounding her thumb as it sunk deeper into his eye socket. He screamed in horror, with a shriek that had to have been heard inside the palace. Monterys. He will hear. He will come. My husband will save me.

Lyanna refused to let go of the man, pressing ever deeper. As she did, he briefly recovered and he was able to bring his hands up to her neck, wrapping his fingers tightly around her windpipe. Her vision became blurry, and her strength lessened.

In desperation, she lifted her boot and kicked it against his chest, pushing her away from him. They both fell to the ground, exhausted and hurt. Lyanna coughed, and the man held his hand up to his now mangled eye.

Monterys will come. He will hear. My husband will rescue me.

They were her last thoughts before the darkness. Another figure had emerged from the shadows holding a club. While she was distracted, he hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out cold.

As the man gagged her and bound her hands, sounds could be heard coming from the Republican Palace. Someone was coming. Someone had heard.

He and his injured companion moved quickly to escape on horseback with an unconscious Lyanna and the dead body of their compatriot in tow.

A Short Time Later, Training Grounds of Sirion City

"Monterys!" Scream of Ser Goswin filled the air of the training grounds where Monteys sparred with his new squire. Ser Goswin was a minor noble and a captain in charge of his riders, the Galadrim, but also a very close friend. "Quickly! Lyanna...she..she is missing!" the captain shouted. Monterys tossed the sparring sword away and grabbed the scabbards that held his twin blades.

"Gather the Galadrim and surround the Palace. Send runners to all the militia captains and shut all city gates. No one gets out!" He barked at Goswin and called the squire with his hand. "You - with me!"

Monterys was infuriated as the storm was brewing within him. He started sprinting first to her private chambers and then to the dining halls, pushing and shoving the confused and screaming servants and chamberlains. The Lady of Sirion was missing. His wife was missing and millions of questions burdened his mind.

How can this be happening? Where were her guards? Where was he? It was his fault, he was sure, only his fault. He should've been more careful, more caring about her safety. But how was it possible for someone of Lyanna's station to just disappear in the middle of Sirion? Was there a larger conspiracy afoot? There must be. Who took her away? Is she being tortured? Is she...killed. Darkness fell on his mind as panic and anxiety gripped his heart. Sorrow and rage tortured him at the same time just as the horn of the Galadrim sounded from the gardens. Madness maddened, Monterys rushed towards the sound of the horn.

With his twin blades unsheathed from the scabbards he ran towards the gardens. There, the Galadrim surrounded the Citizen with their swords drawn out. "Goswin," Monterys whispered anxiously, "what have you found".

"She is not in the Palace." the captain replied with sorrow in his voice. "The guards and militia are still searching the city. We're going to find her, Monterys." Monterys scoffed, powerless and weak. He never knew how to react in situations like these when his personal emotions were in jeopardy and when he had to reveal them to anyone else but Lyanna. From the perspective of a careless onlooker one would think that he was just angry. But the truth was that he was heartbroken and wounded like never before. Almost paralyzed.

"We found this, though." Goswin continued. "A blade of strange origin. It shone in the moonlight just before the moon was eclipsed by the clouds. There is a strange engravement on the tilt. I have never seen these before." Goswin handed the blade to Monterys.

It was a curved dagger that looked like a weapon of an assassin. The blade was masterfully crafted. Monterys examined the tilt. The engravement was familiar to him, much to his surprise. He was a stranger to this continent that knew very few things outside of Sirion, yet his mingling with other nobles in different occasions seemed to have paid off. Politics and courtesy finally paid off, he though to himself. During the tournament in Kalmar he remembered a noble having one like these. The engravement displayed a rare flower that could only be collected around the volcano. A special flower called a fire blossom that glowed a faint red at night, almost like it was on fire, Monterys reminisced the conversation.

"It is an Alexandrian blade." Monterys spoke with a sinister voice. "Search the city, Goswin. Find her. Our fate depends on it."

As the Galadrim moved away, Monterys was left alone with his thoughts. He tried to remember the name of that noble from Kalmar, but the name was simply slipping away. "Bah...I will find him. One way or the other."

Day Two

A Request for Help from the Queen of Perdan

Rearden had arrived in Sirion City in the morning, submitting the documents necessary for him to finally be recognized as a member of House Arylon. His half-sister Lyanna had convinced him to do this, having long known of his true parentage, pushing him to declare himself formally and join the nobility. Finally, after much thought, he had decided to take her advice, and was now elevated to a high station.

Upon his documents being verified and approved, he headed directly for the Republican Palace in the heart of Sirion City, so that he may thank Lyanna for her role in his promotion. However, upon arriving at the outskirts of the palace, he found an unusually high presence of the Republican Guard patrolling around, and a search apparently underway. He heard some peasants speaking to one another, and he was able to make out the words "abduction" and "Lyanna" being whispered repeatedly.

This alarmed him, and he needed to know more, but it looked to be nearly impossible to enter the palace. Impossible for a normal noble, perhaps, but not him. Making use at the skills he had earned from a long career as a common man seeking adventure, Rearden waited for the right time to make his move, and slipped quietly inside the Palace.

He knew where Lyanna's study was, and after some time spent avoiding guards and others on high alert, he managed to arrive at the bright red door that led to her office. Maybe there were some answers there.

Once inside, he searched for some kind of clue about what was happening, and found very little. He sat down at his sister's desk, full of her correspondence, and discovered many letters back and forth to the Queen of Perdan. Curious, it was clear the two had a close relationship, which was not something he was aware of. As he reviewed several of the letters, he heard a man outside the door, loudly shouting.

"She's gone!" bellowed the man. "She's gone, damn you, and I'm sitting here doing nothing as these monsters are doing whatever they want with her. We have to do something."

"My Lord Monterys," another voice answered, "what do you suggest?"

"I don't know. I need to think... and I need a drink. I will be in my study."

Abducted. That was what the peasants had said. And now Monterys -- a man Rearden knew, and who was married to Lyanna -- was distraught over some mysterious people having taken her. Was she kidnapped? This was incredibly troubling.

Suddenly, he thought back to the letters he had in his hand. This Queen Alyssa of Perdan, perhaps she could be a potential ally in the effort to find Lyanna? Rearden found some bare parchment nearby, and decided to frantically write to Alyssa, asking for help. His pen scratched out the words quickly:

Your Highness --
My name is Rearden Arylon. I am the half-brother of a woman I understand is a great friend of yours, Lord Speaker Lyanna Arylon of Sirion.
I am writing to you with a frantic hope that you may have knowledge as to my sister's whereabouts. I arrived in Sirion City just this morning and was set to meet with her this evening, but as I arrived I found she was not here. None of the servants of the estate have seen her, though they say she does occasionally take long walks by herself, and will sometimes travel without expressly telling people she is leaving, or what her destination is.
I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, however. As I searched through her office in the Republican Palace, I found many letters to you. Is there some kind of chance that she has left to visit you in Perdan? Do you know her whereabouts? I grow worried.
With the highest respect,
Rearden Arylon

Rearden then rolled the letter up quickly, and found his way out of Lyanna's study. He would head for the messenger service near the Palace to get this letter delivered quickly. Then, he would seek out Monterys.

Day Three

Word Reaches Others Across Sirion

Fingolfinir Crownguard had been hunting with other nobles of Sirion along the Eastern coast of the continent for well over a month now. The experience was exhilarating and the ancient elven structures he encountered across the countryside and and in the beautiful city of Slimbar. While a much smaller city compared to Sirion city, the cultural heritage inherited from the elven founders was positively exquisite.

He found the people here to have a much slower pace than the hustle and bustle of the Capital, Avamar, and Parm, almost relaxed. The sea certainly brought a sense of calm to this area of the continent that when disturbed by the occasional ogre or orcs raiding party seemed an intrusion on this idyllic and peaceful setting.

However, Fingolfiner was eager to return to the hustle and bustle as it were in the West of the kingdom. There the elven architecture was grand yet has had a human touch added to it over the years due to expansion and growth. Sirion city, for instance, had more cultural heritage than any other location in Sirion and held a special place in his heart. He had walked the avenues and boulevards there for hours, taking notes in his traveling notebook of wonders and and ancient runic writings he'd planned to decipher back in his study. Visiting museums containing ancient and revered sculptures and artwork left behind by the elven founders was a particularly favored experience he longed to engage in more frequently.

Recently, the Lady Lyanna had been reported missing, with no evidence to what had happened to her beyond a struggle. Not much else had been revealed that he knew about the circumstances but Fingolfinir mourned her loss and hoped for her expedient return. She had been an excellent Lord Speaker and city Lord by all accounts and he couldn't imagine what had befell the fair Lady.

Then he saw another missive that indicated the lordship of Sirion city had opened up as a result of the Lady Lyanna's disappearance. Fingolfinir had imagined what it would be like to govern Sirion's Capital before but he never imagined an opportunity to govern there himself would present itself, yet here it was. The city with the more elven artifacts, architecture and cultural heritage than anywhere else in the realm. He simply could not allow this opportunity to slip by.

Private Study of Monterys Velaryon, Republican Palace, Sirion City

Two days have gone and the search for Lyanna yielded absolutely nothing. No one saw her. She disappeared without a sight. Monterys spent the days in the saddle, looking for her everywhere. He started drinking, a lot, his mind and heart poisoned by the grief for his beloved wife. She was gone.

To top it all off, those bloody clerks in the capital started a new referendum for capital's governorship, according to the rules of this Republic that allowed her to be taken away from him. Republic he began to hate and despise. New candidates for Sirion city arose, further supporting his own paranoia of a possible Sirionite conspiracy that loomed over his now fragile mind. He despised them all for taking advantage of the situation.

He tried to compose himself, but it was difficult. The only trace he had was that dagger. Alexandrian dagger. In the middle of Sirion. It looked way too easy that someone from Alexandria sent an assassin with an Alexandrite knife to Sirion. It looked fake. But it was all he had and he could not accept his wife to simply disappear. There was still time, he comforted himself, she must be alive and he must find her.

As the nights grew longer Monterys devised a plan. He will set out on his own and find her. Alexandria was a stretch but it was the only thing he had. But he will need help in this quest. In Monterys' now fragile mind Sirion didn't care much about Lyanna since they decided to immediately find someone else to replace her. And it was always possible someone from Sirion might have been one of the conspirators.

Monterys then considered Rearden for help. He knew Rearden from before. Rearden was a half-brother to Lyanna and a man he respected much, despite the modest life he lead in the past. Rearden was now knighted, a true man of House Arylon. He will care for his sister. He must care. And he may just be the last man in Sirion Monterys could trust.

Monterys took a parchment and started to write a letter meant for Rearden Arylon, son of the former High King of Everguard, Fisc Arylon and the half brother of Lyanna.

My friend,
It is with great sorrow that I must confess to have almost nothing on the disappearance of Lyanna. She is still missing but I cannot accept that she is gone. I am dead set on finding her even if I have to travel all of the worlds.
My soldiers found a clue. An Alexandrian blade which was used in this unfortunate event. I must leave Sirion and go to Alexandria to find out more. There was a man who had a similar knife in Kalmar some time ago, and I can find him perhaps I can find Lyanna. It is my plan to join the Court of the Tidemaster and conduct an investigation from the shadows, for if I remain a noble of Sirion I will never get anywhere as I will always be considered a stranger.
I want you to join me in this. We are family and it is our duty to find her. You and I have spent many days before and I know you are a man of great worth. ::Now you are also a true noblemen, and there is nothing more noble than finding our beloved ones when they are taken away from us.
Your sister left a considerable fortune to me before she was taken away. I want you to have it, so a carrier will shortly arrive at your mansion.
If you agree I am ready to start traveling as soon as possible. Please write to me as soon as possible.
I hope she is still alive.
Signed,
Monterys Velaryon
Royal of Sirion
Margrave of Trinbar

Public Letter Sent to the Nobility of Sirion from Monterys Velaryon, Accusing Them of Conspiracy

Sirion,
My wife is missing. Lyanna was taken. My men are still conducting the investigation. We have some clues, but they are very precarious.
But I ask you all this - how was it possible that the first Lady of Sirion gets kidnapped in her own city? This doesn't look like something that some simpletons could do. At first I was suspicious if there was a larger conspiracy afoot, but when I saw some of you making claims on Sirion city, that what I thought was paranoia now seemed like a fact. Like carrion crows you circle around Sirion city's empty throne. Lyanna's throne, which you want to take away from Osmeneliath. Disgusting.
Zadek, Fingolfinir, what do you know about my Lyanna's kidnapping? Speak now! If you lie I will know and will carve your hearts out.
Signed,
Monterys Velaryon
Royal of Sirion
Margrave of Trinbar

Zadek's Response to Monterys' Accusation

Sir Monterys,
I will not dignify the raging of a grief stricken man accusing me of harming a woman who was my friend. Any who know me know how absurd the accusation is.
Zadek Dragul
Royal of Sirion
Duke of Sirion
Count of Lissambar

A Response from Queen Alyssa of Perdan

As Rearden arrived at the Republican Palace once again to meet with Monterys, and respond to his letter in person, he was approached by a messenger bearing the markings of the Royal House of Perdan. He held out an elegantly styled letter in his hand, saluting Rearden once the letter was passed to him. He then turned and left, as Rearden opened the letter.

Rearden,
While it is true that Lyanna and I are close friends, I have not spoken to her in some time. We are both busy women, she the Lord Speaker and I the Queen of Perdan. I have little time for myself these days, though I had been meaning to write Lyanna regarding the status of things in Sirion.
Your letter alarms me greatly however. If she has left to visit Perdan, I have not heard of her arrival. She has not sent me a letter in some time either, so now I have become quite concerned.
While my desire would be to rush North to assist in search efforts for her, I have a kingdom that relies upon me, and difficult situations that require my attention. My own oaths are foremost to my people and while I am deeply worried for my friend, I cannot abandon my people.
I can still help however. I have in my employ a handful of adventurers who regularly do work for me. I will send you my best one, so that they may gather a party and help you in your search. If he requires payment for this service, I will provide it. I will instruct the city guard to watch closely for any signs of her if she did indeed travel to Perdan, and I will dispatch my royal knights from the Riverlands to the western reaches of the Grand Court. I am afraid I cannot do much in other realms other than bid my envoys and diplomats keep an eye out for her and encourage the search, which I am sure you and your government will also be doing. Things are simply too tense right now, and I do not intend to provoke a war that could claim the lives of many more than just Lyanna by sending knights off to go poking around through other kingdoms.
Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for Lyanna or your search for her, I will do so. And please keep me updated on your search.
Regards,
Lady Alyssa Kingsley
Queen of Perdan
Royal of Perdan

Rearden smiled. This Queen of Perdan was clearly going to help. He immediately set to writing out a response:

Your Highness --
I can see why my sister values your friendship. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity. And please, do not feel any need for you to personally come here to help with the search, I know your duties are overwhelming and you should pay attention to your people as Queen.
I have spoken to Lyanna's husband Monterys about this, and he doesn't know where she is either. Concerningly, we have found some evidence outside of the Palace that a struggle may have taken place. Lyanna had gone for a walk in the garden late last night, and she never came back. In front of The Citizen, our great statue at the Republican Palace, there was a great disturbance in the dirt, as well as a great deal of blood soaking into the ground. Nearby, we found a knife that was stained by blood, and he is currently analyzing it trying to find out of there are any kinds of clues as to where the weapon came from. If he can find anything, I know that he and I will both set off immediately to investigate.
I fear something bad has happened, Queen Alyssa. Yet I remain hopeful that Lyanna is alive. It seems obvious that she was confronted by one or more assailants, but I have to imagine that if she had been killed, they would have simply left her body behind. The fact that she isn't here is, perhaps, a good sign. It may mean she was simply captured and perhaps will be ransomed. We simply don't know yet.
But I pledge to you, I will find out.
Rearden Arylon
Noble of Sirion

Day Four

Rearden and Monterys Plan, The Republican Palace of Sirion

Rearden sat in the Ducal study in the Republican Palace of Sirion, sipping out of a glass of Dragon Fire, a powerful gain alcohol rather famously produced in the city. Lyanna had a stock of Fire in the study, and her husband Monterys had broken into the stash rather heavily in the last couple of days.

He had requested to see Rearden to talk over the investigation into Lyanna's disappearance, and was now sitting -- drunk -- in the chair in front of him, ranting about betrayal, and the possible duplicity of the Alexandrians. As they talked, Rearden was struck by how irrational Monterys was being. He vacillated between thinking that the high nobility of Sirion was responsible, to vowing to hunt down the assassins from the south-west that may have taken her. Rearden also suspected, despite his insistence otherwise, that a great deal of the rage and volatility was based in a deep-seeded belief that Lyanna had been killed, and that he would never see her again. He claimed he believed she was taken, but the grief and anger said he feared the worst.

Rearden, on the other hand, truly did believe that Lyanna was alive, and perhaps because of that he was more logical and rational in his response, though he was no less upset. Lyanna had long known of Rearden's parentage, having discovered the truth some time ago. Since then, they had both agreed to keep his lineage a secret, but she had always treated him as family, and supported him anytime he was in need. Monterys had only recently learned who Rearden was after having used his services for the repair of a powerful item that was moments away from disintegration, and questioning him about his personal history. That knowledge was why he had been summoned.

Prior to sitting down to talk to him, Rearden had been spending most of the past two days investigating the disappearance of Lyanna. He had spent hours interrogating the Palace Guards, her personal attendants, and anyone else who may have either seen her, or her assailants on the night she was taken. Unfortunately he was unable to find anything helpful, beyond what Monterys had already discovered about the knife left at the scene.

"It was Zadek," Monterys growled. "Or one of the other ones. I know it. He challenged her for stewardship of the city when she was first elected. He always wanted Sirion. The bastard. He got rid of her, and now he is going to take her city."

Rearden shook his head. He had been trying to shake Monterys off this line of thinking for some time now, but it wasn't working. He had pointed out that Zadek and Lyanna were friends, and that he was very supportive of her career even if they did compete from time to time. He had also pointed out that in his time as an adventurer, when no one knew his parentage and he was an unimportant commoner, Zadek -- and the rest of the Sirion aristocracy -- treated him with great respect, even going so far as to defend Rearden when the Shadow King was calling for his head.

He knew that Zadek wasn't involved, nor was anyone else from Sirion. These were good people. They loved his sister, and she loved them. This was engineered from elsewhere.

"Monterys, you know that I do not think it was anyone from Sirion," Rearden said quietly in his deep baritone. Lyanna's husband grunted loudly with his displeasure. "We have a lead. The knife."

"The knife?" he howeled,"you fool, that was planted there to throw us off the scent. No one would have left something that could have identified them like that..."

"Unless," Rearden continued, "they never expected to be in for a fight. Assassins can be remarkably arrogant. He likely thought a small noblewoman would be easily taken. And he likely had help. But clearly underestimated your wife."

Monterys, still drunk, looked at him quizzically, clearly confused.

"I investigated the area. There was a lot of blood, but it was clear from the foot patterns in the dust and where the blood was found that multiple assailants were hurt by her. In fact, a large pool formed in one area where I am certain the dead body of a large man had fallen. I also found..." he swallowed, considering the horrific nature of what he was about to say, "an eyeball."

Monterys coughed in his drink.

"It was found in the bushes. It had been savagely pulled out, and showed clear damage from what I think was a fingernail being pressed into it."

A dark smile crept up on Monterys face. If Rearden had to guess, he would say it was... pride.

"So you think these assailants were Alexandrian?"

"I'm not saying that. It is possible, though," replied Rearden.

"The blade was definitely Alexandrian. There was a man who had a similar knife in Kalmar some time ago."

Rearden nodded. "And the eye was dark. As we know, the south is filled with dark-eyed peoples. That isn't proof, but it does suggest that whoever did this, they came from there."

Monterys nodded. "It is my intention to travel to the Court of the Tidemaster and conduct an investigation from the shadows. I may be able to find the man I once knew who wielded a knife similar to this." He fingered the knife along the edge of the blade.

Implicit in this statement was a request to join him on his quest.

"We are family, Rearden," he said, raising his glass to his lips and taking another sip. Hearing Monterys refer to him as family was both shocking, and incredibly touching. Just weeks ago, he was an anonymous commoner, and now he had a brother. "It is our duty to find her," he continued. "You and I have spent many days together, and I know you are a man of great worth. Now you are also a true noblemen, and there is nothing more noble than finding our beloved ones when they are taken away from us."

After a moment, Rearden nodded causing Monterys to smile broadly. "I will go with you, brother," he said, "but it will not just be us."

Again, Monterys looked confused.

"I have been in touch with the Queen of Perdan, Queen Alyssa, Lyanna's greatest friend. I hope you don't mind, but I asked her her support in finding Lyanna."

"No," he replied, "I had planned to do the same. Those two were closer than friends. They were virtually sisters."

"Indeed. And Alyssa quickly expressed her outrage, and pledged to send an agent to us to aid in the investigation. A Perdanese commoner named Devon -- who apparently has the Queen's trust -- has already arrived in the city, and has pledged to aid us in our efforts trying to locate her. He stands ready to depart with us at our discretion."

At this news, Monterys sprung up from his chair and rushed over to Rearden, raising his hand in the air, bent at the elbow. Rearden responded by clasping his hand together with Monterys in triumph.

Day 5

Tension Continues Within Sirion, as Ivo Mersault Writes to the Realm

Pardon my interruption, Duke Zadek. But "grief-stricken"? Last I heard, Lyanna was missing, possibly taken. I am pretty certain that Margrave Monterys is worried, perhaps even furious that one of our own has been abducted but I fail to understand why he would be grieving.
Do you know more about this matter than the rest of us, Duke Zadek? If so, please do let us know if you are aware of Lyanna's fate, or heaven allowing, her whereabouts.
Ivo Mersault
Royal of Sirion
Ambassador of Sirion
Duke of Parm
Margrave of Parm

A Reply from Fingolfinir Crownguard

Fair nobles of Sirion,
The disappearance of Lady Lyanna is troubling. I feel rhe need to echo rhe distress of her husband and ask, will there be an official investigation into the matter or will we sit back and watch as he carries out his personal vengeance against whomever or wherever his his grief points him?
I know not how to help him, but after contemplation it is disturbing that we are standing by and watching this unfold.
Fingolfinir Crownguard
Count of Elmbar

Private Study of Monterys Velaryon, Late Afternoon

"Toss the letters into the flames, Goswin".

Monterys murmured after reading Fingolfinir's and Zadek's letters. Those were reasonable words. Too reasonable. Like something someone would said if he expected someone would ask.

Help Arrives from Perdan

As Rearden sat outside the Great Bank of Sirion waiting for Monterys, a man appeared bearing a letter. Handing it to him silently, he waited patiently as Rearden read the words on the page:

M'Lord Sir Arylon,
I am a lowly commoner sent by her majesty Queen Kinglsey of Perdan to seek you out regarding information about someone that may have been kidnapped by rogues. I have just reached Elmbar and await any reply you may provide.
In Service,
Devon
Commoner of Perdan

Monterys and Rearden Depart for Alexandria

"Let's go."

The Galadrim were assembled in front of the great bank of Sirion. Mounted and armored, waiting for their Lord to arrive. Monterys exited the bank, followed by servants that carried a few chests. Bonds transformed into solid gold. Insurance for the journey ahead.

The riders then reached the western city gates where Rearden and his entourage waited. Mixed feelings of sorrow and pride overwhelmed Monterys as he glanced at the warrior in front of him. He laid his hand on Rearden's shoulder. "It is so good to see you, brother. The time has arrived. We ride for Kalmar."

"For Lyanna!" Monterys shouted at his soldiers and his wife's loyal servants that have decided to follow him on this journey. "For Lyanna!" they all shouted back, and then the assembly set off outside the gates of Sirion city, to Trinbar and then beyond.

Day 6

Traveling to Alexandria

Monterys, Rearden and Devon travelled toward Kalmar, hoping to find answers.

Fingolfinir Crownguard Rides for Sirion

Fingolfinir had been riding hard for for Sirion city since the disappearance of the city's Lady. If he could be of any assistance with finding her he was honor bound to do so. Not to mention morally. Why hadn't anything been stated officially? Where was the crown's response to a prominent member of Sirion noble society to be discovered missing and perhaps a victim of foul play? He had always loved a good mystery in his youth. Adventuring and sleuthing across the countryside of his family's estates for hours on end. But this was no game. This was real.

He pressed the Crystal Warriors to double their pace again. He couldn't keep pushing them for much longer, every man has a limit.

The Prime Minister Commands Sirion to Aid in Lyanna's Recovery

Sirion's first and only priority right now is to locate and safely return Duchess Lyanna from wherever she may be. All other orders and directives are waived and void.
Gold will be offered if necessary for any information related to Duchess Lyanna's disappearance, however, it should not be needed as this is a fellow sister to all of us.
All nobles will immediately share all information they know about this matter to the realm so we can solve this together. No one is above suspicion in this matter until they are factually proven to be unconnected. However, we must deal in fact. Some of those facts may be negative toward nobles of Sirion, but we must be united to provide strength of effort. If a noble of Sirion is found responsible, they will pay most severely. If the culprit is a foreign power, Sirion will seek immediate justice or retribution as determined by Duchess Lyanna's condition.
Doranthir Tezokian
Prime Minister of Sirion
Royal of Sirion

Zadek's Regret

Zadek threw Ivo’s letter in the fire. Yes, but why had he said grieving? It must have been the terrible dream he’d had a few nights back. The dark figures accosting the beautiful young woman. Her attempts to get away and the harm she had caused those dark men. Yes, dark swarthy even, several of them all crowding around her. He had awoken in a cold sweat.

If the dream had been at all connected with Duchess Lyanna, then surely, she would be dead. There had been too much darkness to tell what had become of the woman in his dream, and he had awakened before much could be known.

That must have been what prompted his words. If this was the case, then he regretted his surliness to her obviously upset husband. He remembered another beautiful woman from his youth…but that was a different story and for a different time.

Day 7

The Trio Continues Toward Kalmar

"Tomorrow we arrive, brother."

Monterys warmed his hands by a camp fire on the outskirts of Lundel. He sipped his wine with delight, although at a much lower pace than the last few days. The men around the camp were busy making preparations for the travel ahead. The night was clear, with moon and stars lighting the way.

"Rearden..." Monterys made a slight pause, as if something important was coming. "When we reach Kalmar I want you to go to the Spire of the Bewitching Siren and announce our arrival to the Tidemaster. I will remain outside the Spire for the time being and look for clues in the city." Slightly anxious, he continued. "I fear that I might make a wrong move if I take the lead. I have not been very well ever since she's gone. And so much depends on us being here."

He finished his cup and jumped on his feet. "The journey was long. Let us prepare for the last step."

Rearden looked back at Monterys in bewilderment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Your grace... I... I'm but a simple man. I may have royal blood in my veins, but I am not royalty. I have no experience in High Courts, and no comfort speaking to Kings and Parliaments. My language is base. My manners unrefined. How can I do this?"

Monterys scowled back at Rearden. "I call you my brother... and you return it with 'your grace?'"

Rearden looked horrified. "No... I... damn it, this is exactly what I'm talking about, Monterys."

The stone in his face was unflinching, and Rearden suddenly feared he had truly offended his brother-in-law. An awkward silence grew between them, torturing him for his mistake.

Suddenly, and without warning, Monterys erupted with laughter, howling like a madman at Rearden's gullibility. He slapped his hand on Rearden's shoulder as his laughter subsided, quickly reassuring him that he had caused no offense. "Relax, Rearden. You will do fine. You've been interacting with us all for years, now. We all heard about your dealings with the Shadow King. The madman was threatening to mobilize the entire continent to find you, rob you of the item you possessed, and then kill you. Still you stood your ground. Still you remained polite and deferential. Still you stood your ground and were unflinching in your demands."

Rearden nodded sheepishly. He was uncomfortable being on the receiving end of compliments. "Aye, I suppose..."

"You'll do fine. And I'm not sure I can contain my rage right now, and the last thing we need is me creating an international incident, especially if they aren't actually responsible for her disappearance."

Rearden wanted to continue to argue with him. He didn't want this responsibility. Monterys was the essence of nobility -- a noble man from a distinguished House -- and was the former Prime Minister of Sirion. Who was he? Why should this duty fall to him? But he knew his objections would be dismissed, and he knew he would lose this fight.

Bowing to the inevitable, he once again nodded. "I will speak with the Tidemaster."

As though Rearden's answer was a long sought victory, Monterys once again roared with delight, walked over to the bottle of Dragon Fire he had nearly emptied, and poured the last of its contents into his cup. He downed it in a single gulp, a renewed flame in his eyes. "To the discovery of our lost one, my brother."

Rearden reached down to the table to grab his own cup. Saluting Monterys in return, he softly whispered, "To the discovery... brother."

The Lord Commander of Sirion has Disappeared

Brian M. Cameron, Lord Commander of Sirion, Margrave of Avamar, Marshal of the Caran Amlug has been removed from his position after having been reported missing. Sirion must now appoint a new Lord Commander.

In a Letter to Sirion, the Prime Minister of Sirion Links Brian's Disappearance to Lyanna's

I've been informed from the Lord Commander's staff that he too has not been seen for some time. I believe both Lord Commander Brian's and Duchess Lyanna's disappearances to be a coincidence. Two members of the Sirion government have now vanished seemingly without a trace. There can be no other explanation than this being an attempt to cripple our realm prior to a presumable assault against us.
I will not stand idle while we are attacked. We must now redouble our efforts to find the responsible party, and prepare ourselves to march against them with indiscriminate vengeance. An attack against Sirion will not go unpunished. I have a suspicion, but I lack the proof at this time to make the accusations which is why I plead with all true nobles of Sirion... if you know anything of even the seemingly littlest of consequence or none at all... bring it forward.
Doranthir Tezokian
Prime Minister of Sirion
Royal of Sirion

Day 8

The Party Arrives at Kalmar

After a long journey, all three members of the expedition from Sirion -- Monterys, Rearden and Devon of Perdan -- arrive at Kalmar to begin their investigation.

Prime Minister Doranthir Tezokian Warns the Rulers of the East Continent

Leaders,
Two government officials of Sirion have disappeared in the last week, Duchess Lyanna and Lord Commander Brian, with evidence of one in particular being abducted. It is suspected that these incidents are linked.
I will be clear; any person or any realm we discover being responsible will be held accountable. Anyone found withholding information regarding these incidents will be considered an accomplice and share the same fate as if they had conducted this act themselves. This bares true for Sirion nobles and otherwise.
Evidence was found at the scene of one of these crimes that implicates a specific realm. While I hope to hear from all of you on this matter, I expect to hear from one specific realm at least, and their words or lack of them will dictate the first place we investigate this attack against our realm.
I would personally appreciate your cooperation in this matter. These nobles are very important to Sirion, and are our friends. We will discover the truth of this matter, or we will descend the depths of death trying to our last breath. I hope all of you can understand in my position how upset these circumstances would make you. Sirion considers this act a declaration of war, and whether that war is found to be internal or external to our realm, it will be waged.
Doranthir Tezokian
Prime Minister of Sirion
Royal of Sirion

Naismith Willarc Thinks of the Past

Elderly Ser Naismith, Steward of Parm City, winced and wheezed, then squinted once more at the missives and letters before him, his worry increasing by the moment.

"This seems to be evolving to be quite the situation at hand... the unknown whereabouts of Lord Speaker Lyanna, the growing concern across the Republic as the lacking of news continues to persist upon her safety..."

The Old Knight frowned.

"Reminds me of the unfortunate stories from when a Mr. Tonks over on Dwilight drew concern from his fellows in the Master Ranger's Guild."

Naismith furrowed his eyes deeper.

"But the growing talk of something more sinister having happened to the Lord Speaker... that harkens back to the nightmares I still face over the rumors of how another of my family was possibly assaulted by an infiltrator decades ago on the Far East."

The Old Knight was certain upon the fact of one thing, however; whatever had transpired with Lord Speaker Lyanna, had now infused the Republic with momentum, and a new-found sense of urgency and activity of great proportions of all ranks, of all stations.

Lord Commander Brian Cameron's Mysterious Reappearance

In the first light of a new day shouting comes from the outer gates of Avamar.

"Open the gates" yells one of the cities scouts from the distance.

"Open the gates" He yells again.

"Open the gates and call the physicians" he yells once he is closer to the gates.

Guards perched on the wall hear his call and notice a wagon in tow behind him moving along by some peasants carrying what seems to be a body. One yells out to the man "We can not open the gates to anyone without permission from higher authorities; our Lord is quite occupied come back once you have clearance."

The man yells back "You fool have you eyes? I am a scout appointed by the Lord, and he surely is not behind those gates because I have him here in tow. He needs a physician."

The guard almost stumbling backwards in his haste to open the gates yells to the others "You heard him raise the gate call the physician retrieve the Lord and send word to the Prime Minister; hurry you idiots!"

Commotion continued now throughout the day in the city rumors spreading quicker than the sound can carry them. All that is certain is that the Lord is back in the city found dead asleep and still not having been awakened the cause unknown; only some bruising and some few scratches were seen before the Lord was taken to his chamber.

No more has been told to the public.

Report on the Search for the Lord Speaker

Recorded herein upon this date of the Republic: 052121 Designated Number for the Parm City Archives: 784224

From the Chamber Offices of the Steward of Parm Presiding: Steward Naismith of Parm City, Officials from the Parm Security Office, Representatives from the Guilds of Parm City

We regret to inform the Republic that a preliminary search through the City of Parm has yielded no clues to the whereabouts or location of Lord Speaker Lyanna of House Arylon. Progressing over the course of several days, several detachments from the Parm Security Office throughout the city and countryside moved quickly to secure border checkpoints to begin monitoring travel in and out of region, and in addition, several guilds within Parm City lent additional members and forces to aid in locating the Duchess Lyanna Arylon, Lord Speaker of Sirion.

At today's meeting, the first of many to be held over the next weeks as searches continue, there has been no further word on her whereabouts or state of health that can aid in the realm-wide directive from the Prime Minister to safely locate and return Lord Speaker Duchess Lyanna Arylon.

The Chamber Offices of the Steward of Parm can only conclude at this time that prior to her disappearance, the Lord Speaker's last activity with Parm City affairs was to the fulfilling of the granary of grain and foodstuffs to last several months. We shall continue our searches under the authority of the Steward of Parm.

Further details and reports shall be passed by messenger to the Republican Palace in Sirion City, Capitol of the Republic of Sirion. We also recognize Sir Rearden Arylon and Royal Monterys Velaryon as the closest kin to the Duchess actively residing in the realm, and will also put forth our cooperation on behalf of the Steward of Parm in continuing to send any additional clues we may uncover regarding the Lord Speaker's whereabouts if discovered by our efforts from here within Parm City.

Naismith Willarc Steward of Parm

Day 9

Spire of the Bewitching Siren at the City of Kalmar, Alexandria

Rearden approached the guards outside the Throne Room of the Tidemaster of Alexandria, Daizen Tideweaver. He had been told Daizen was -- selectively -- accepting audiences at this time, and that if he announced himself and his business, it was possible he may be able to secure a meeting. It was also possible he could be unceremoniously rebuffed.

The two men guarding the door were massive, and looked like hard men of many years. Not the type to trifle with.

"I am here to speak with the Tidemaster, if he will see me" The guards were unmoved by his admittedly spartan words. "I am Rearden, of the House Arylon. My sister is Lyanna Arylon, who was until one week ago the Margravine of Sirion City, and the Lord Speaker of Sirion. She has been taken in what our evidence suggests was a brutal abduction."

Still, the guards did not move.

"Found at the scene was a dagger..." Rearden continued, as he pulled out the blade. This, it seemed, got their attention. "It has been identified as having likely been crafted here in Alexandria."

One of the guards reached his hand out and took the strange knife from Rearden's hand. It was masterfully crafted, shone in even the dimmest light, and had a curious engraving of what appeared to be a flower on the handle. The blade itself was curved and looked ideal for the sleek, quick motions of an assassin.

The guard that held the knife seemed to make note of the engraving, showing the handle to the other, and pointing directly at it. Monterys had told him that the flower represented a very rare flower -- known as a Fire Blossom -- that was only known to grow near the great volcano that loomed over Kalmar. His brother-in-law had seen an engraving like this once before, during the tournament in Kalmar, possessed by an Alexandrian. This had led Monterys to believe that either Alexandria itself was responsible for Lyanna's abduction, or that someone was trying to frame the Alexandrians for the abduction. Admittedly, Rearden could see only those two options as well, but was unsure which he felt was more likely.

After whispering between them for a moment, the guard with possession of the dagger straightened himself and spoke in a loud, thundering baritone. "Stay here, I shall see if the Tidemaster is available and will see you."

He then spun quickly, opened the door to the throne room, went inside, and closed the door behind him. Rearden had no idea if he would get an audience, but he did count it as good fortune that it seemed they were at least willing to consider letting him speak with Daizen.

And now he waited.