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Jerubael Forsaken
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Lady Alitha,
I write this letter in the hopes of derision, of such response as I get to tell me my discoveries mistakes, the wise I have consulted to this point fools, and every concern of mine ridiculously misbegotten. Yet for what fears echo grimly within my thoughts, and for my city, I must seek your counsel all the same.
If you have heard of me in any respect, I would imagine it as one of the Stone's High Lords. And I will acknowledge the strangeness in such as myself contacting you. But I would bid you remember that outside of Tar Valon itself, Tear is the greatest repository of ancient lore, of those who study and seek the artifacts it has left behind. I have among such figures of my people some measure of esteem, and I have spent my time in the wider world, questing to make my own contributions to my city's great vault. I would ask for now to set aside such notions as the inherent spite that may or may not lay behind such efforts of my people with regards yours. What I would discuss instead are the matters I have encountered in my travels. Omens, signs, scattered and fragmentary inscriptions all pointing to the darkening of an age, of coming strife that has a feel to it as though it might make the Aiel war seem unto children at play.
I might have dismissed it as the usual strangeness any who chase relics of fallen times have as the inevitable companion of their travels (and I could certainly tell stories even an Aes Sedai might find noteworthy, I think), but for what has met me on my return home. We Tairens are mindful guardians of the treasures we have amassed, and while I admit that one portion of that is a countering of whatever presence your own order might forge in our city, the other, more constructive side of that attitude is a regular vigilance kept against the presence of Darkfriends. As a leader of my people, I have seen it as of my duties to them to take a personal hand against such.. infestations, for all that I think I would sleep easier had I not.
I am not unfamiliar with the killing of men, with bloodshed, with conflict. It has been my sad misfortune to have the knowledge and the sight of the gazes of men in death, to see the final, and purest thoughts and emotions that flare up, then fade away with the light in their eyes. I have seen outrage, sorrow, shock. I have seen even love, as final thoughts turn to a beloved that will never again be seen. At the end of all things, as everything is stripped away, all that is left to see is the strongest past of a soul, that last true, tragic feeling. But in my clashes with these mockeries of men, I have seen nothing but acceptance. The purest of acceptance. It is seeing men who die without concern, with some terrifying contentment that they have played their part in something greater than they, larger than they. There is not even a bother to spare a mote of anger for me, their slayer, as though they find me, and yea even the ending of their lives an entire irrelevancy. I look in their dying eyes, and I see hope. Hope. I have traveled far over this earth. I have seen men and monsters, wonders and horrors. I know that Trollocs and Myrddraal are no myth. I say this so that you might take as clearly when I say nothing has truly unnerved me until now as has the satisfied deathbed sighs of these men and women pledged to the Dark.
My search for understanding, to confirm or in increasingly futile hope deny my fears has been feverish. I have delved deeply into my people’s amassed lore, and that of other lands besides. I have instead of relics, now hunted prophecies, compiling as complete copies of them that I can muster. I have consulted such seers and scholars as our age boasts. And I have reached the limit of what I can do on my own.
For the sake of my people, I find myself in the grimly ironic position of turning to those they view in enmity. The taste of this moment is bitter to me, I cannot say it otherwise. But if the fears whispering discordance in the corners of my mind bear truth to them, there can be no other course of action. You and yours have lore and gathered wisdom beyond my own. If I am to have any hope of guiding my homeland through the storms that come, then I am forced to acknowledge that the Aes Sedai may be my final recourse.
Of them all, that I approach you particularly is no coincidence, and I would not insult your intelligence to pretend otherwise. You have your own reputation. You are a mediator of singular talent. And I know it to be a truth of mediation that for it to succeed, it requires an ability to see the value in all parties involved, to acknowledge their worth. I cannot have my nation, my city, my people subordinated to you in spirit or purpose. I ask you to understand that I offer my own collected knowledge, my aid, even finding you passage to study the great vault itself if it will offer up some useful truth, only because I love my people, only because I seek for them a way to endure any coming danger and neither fall nor fail to it. I ever strive for their survival, because I find them worthy of survival. If the price of safety is their noble spirit, then they and I are as doomed anyway.
And so while my hope is in the main that you will with all due thoroughness expose my concerns as the wasted and paranoid efforts of a fool, if that cannot be so, then I hope instead you can offer me counsel with both respect and understanding. I hope instead you can acknowledge the spirit in which I come to you, the reasons behind it, and treat with their context. I invite you to my estates to discuss this further. I realize the tradition with clandestine and furtive efforts such as these is to pick out some neutral meeting ground fit for gestures of good faith, but being frank with you, given the contents of this letter you now hold, and it bearing my seal, and my sign, I already put my faith in your hands, not to mention my political career and reputation.
Awaiting your reply,
High Lord Rolan Arkad.
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Althia Thui Sedai Aes Sedai
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High Lord Rolan Arkad,
I admit to finding myself startled to receive a letter from a Tearian High Lord, it is well known that your people fear and revile Aes Sedai. That said, I am honored that you should wish to share discoveries and thoughts with me in search for counsel, I shall do my best by the Light to aid you if I can without giving away a trust of the Tower.
As to your statement of you being a High Lord I have indeed heard of you, newly come into your power; as Keeper of the Chronicles I am entrusted with knowing all of the worlds major political figures, to better aid the Mother. You do not need to remind me of the fact that your Stone holds much that would be of use to the Tower, nor that it is collecting dust because of the fear in your country. You turn to one with the unseen Power when faced with the coming of the darkening of this age. I fear to say that this age may be coming to a end, yet no one, not even Tear it appears can ignore the signs.
The stirrings of the world points to unrest and far too much activity among those you speak of, the Darkfriends cause issue for both us and you alike. To have power is to do things one may find abhorrent, this can not be stopped, yet sleep is something we all need. If you would allow it I would recommend allowing a Sister to shield your dreams. I fear the contents of your letter about the deaths of men who give themselves up to it so easily will cause a loss of hours of sleep to my own mind. I wish to the Light that we did not have to battle against those sworn to the Dark who welcome death and destruction, even to their own lives. Life is precious.
I know well of your country's hatred of me and my Sisters, of the Tower and Aes Sedai, yet we fight against the Dark as do you. Understand that whatever we may be, we are not the monsters you and yours seem to view us as. I will aid you as I, yet I give no promise that I may be able to do so. Some I may not know, and others, others are secrets of the White Tower as you hold dear the secrets of Tear.
Flattery my lord may get you far with some females, however it is not the case with me; although I do admit to having the skills of my once Ajah I am not the best by any means. Merely, I fear the most known because of my rank as Keeper of the Chronicles. I do not wish to have anything subordinate to myself nor others, merely as equals, as we are all equals under the Light of the Creator. I thank you for your offer of aid and in the course of our correspondence I might well request it upon some future date. Yet rest assured I shall never attempt to violate the trusts we both must keep.
I am thankful of the faith you have entrusted into my hands; yet as of now I can not make a journey to visit you, nor shall I ever do such a thing before the Mother herself has approved. Above all else, I answer to her and you must realize that whatever you send to me, you send to her. My duties currently lead me to Cairhien, as even now when I write this letter I travel upon the road to the capital of the aforementioned country. The world is stirring and now even one such as I will sit still before such changes. Address your letters to the royal palace, for I expect to have arrived there in a few days time. Should I move I will attempt to inform you. Ask the questions that so trouble your mind, I shall attempt to do as all of the Aes Sedai, and in particular, the Gray Ajah, have always done; to find truth and information and allow such to sooth the relations between two discordant factions.
Regards,
Althia Thiu Sedai, Keeper of the Chronicles
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