Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

*an open letter can be seen being published around the area of the FAI, the main letter is written with great care for calligraphy and perfumed with the slight scent of roses.
If torn off it would be replaced by a hired peasant in a timely fashion by a new one, more plainly written and in another handwriting*

it reads:

Dearest, most honorable Sirs and Ladies of the Silver Rose,

with only the greatest sadness and fear for our all safety in my heart I feel the pressing need to inform and furthermore warn, you about the concerning developments Me and my fellows discovered not very long ago, not very far away from these very halls you claim your own and to protect.
To express My point and the whole situation to its full graveness I think it is important to tell the whole happening to you Sirs and Ladies.

It all happened very recently, during these troubled times a band of adventurers formed to safe people fallen to the blades of vile Black Orcs. As it is My helpful nature I surely joined these people in hopes to save a helpless soul from these beasts.

One of yours, a female that didn't give out her name after I asked, first unasked assumed command for herself. I think to remember her name being Angelica or Angelina. As our numbers grew so did our casualties and soon we fought at the edge of these very woods for only the sake of not letting these creatures of death and destruction even near the tradeway and the Friendly Arm Inn, may it just be to protect the unlucky travelers that might have passed.

During that time Angelina called for a retreat behind the walls of the Friendly Arm Inn, what most of us refused to obey out of concern for a fight that would take place far too close to were innocent may be harmed. But soon enough Angelica was not to be seen. In that situation it was my uttermost duty and privilege to take command of our efforts for defense. The fighting was hard and took (ingame) days, but sure enough no Orc or Troll came near the trade way in that time.

But sadly as soon as the fighting went slighter things took not a brighter but a darker turn. Angelina reappeared on the field of battle, where I found it, as at least by many, acknowledged leader of our defense, to be my duty address my concerns about her long absence only to appear when glory for the heroes was to be named and also for dragging our wounded very far away from the place we chose to stand and fight, to the place she thought we should do that. that action sadly prevented me from casting spells to raise the half fallen in a fashion that would have allowed these people to participate in the fighting any more.

But my words of concern just fell not on deaf, but hostile ears. screaming in an un-ladylike fashion she called me and my bodyguard heathens, and rambled about that my words shall not stand before Tyr.
Even worse, after another force of Orc appeared, she vanished, My bodyguard and I drove them off but were heavily wounded and exhausted afterwards!
And the following I promise to be true, as we stood there on the field of battle, exhausted, wounded, bleeding and barely alive, this Angelica reappeared from the Friendly Arms Inn, she was unharmed as if she had never seen a single fight that day and was heavily warded in the strongest magic known to men and challenged my bodyguard who was barely alive from defending all the innocent that day to a duel. She screamed at him that we were not allowed to criticize or even mention her absence from battle, as she stood there unharmed in front of two bleeding heroes of the day.
The pure situation shocked Me to my bones, that this woman, on a battlefield full of Orcs, would be willing to commit murder on two Me, the woman who let most of these band into battle in her absence, and my bodyguard who was slaying more orcs himself then even Me or anyone else.
Angelina screamed at us on how she would mark us cowards for refusing to allow her to let her kill us. in fact she stopped to speak in any form of soft voice and was only screaming at that point, rambling of Tyr and how the injustice of someone criticizing her could only mean Duel, Duel Duel.


I fear for the safety of all of us, if this woman is ready to slaughter the very defenders of this land for being faced with the truth, and thus would beg of you to investigate in her behavior as she is not only a danger for the people but also a danger for the Order of the Silver Rose, that she clearly was a member of.



Yours sincerely,

Narasida Zakine

*Uriel takes an original copy of the letter, folds it up gently and heads back to the Keep. He composes a return letter, with many copies and heads to post it. When he sees the copy replaced, he removes it again and waits for the hired peasant to come. He hands the peasant his return letter then reposts the replaced letter with the smile. He asks the peasant to give the lady his regards as well as the letter, giving his full name, titles and rank. He then posts a copy of his letter over each letter.*

Miss Narasida,

I thank you for your letter. Allow me to clear up some of the details since they seem to be out of sorts. I was the ranking Knight on that battlefield for the rescue mission, as it was turned over to me as I arrived and briefed on the situation. Lady Angelina was following my orders on how to proceed in the rescue, including moving unseen and falling back to the Inn. If you and your associates wish to meet with me to discuss this situation I can certainly arrange this.

With regards,
Uriel Honorblade
Paladin of Torm
Knight General in the Order of the Silver Rose

An elf walks by and seeing one such printed letter, tears it down, crumpling it within his fist. Having had business with the Knights of the Rose, he heads to meet with General Uriel Honorblade. "These beings will not be allowed to so distort the truth", he whispers to himself on the path to the keep.