Between the Scenes

[Flamebird]

The letter is shoved into the back of the pack where her belongings are. Once a lavish letter with red sealing wax, it is now stained by food, drink, and tears. The wrinkled letter, upon opening, has the prim, proper writing style of a true military general. This is a condolence letter.


To Fulcrum Rhyolite-Knopsnider,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

It brings me sorrow to send you the news that Jonathan Knopsnider has died in the field of combat. He is a devastating loss to us, not only as a soldier but as a companion.

When he first joined us, it was obvious that he had potential. Previous military experience, despite his young age, and a talent so incredible it did not seem natural. Yet, he had a temper. His desire to rush into things and make everything right made him brash, yet we worked thoroughly to make him far more than just a foot soldier. Eventually, he proved himself. He became a genuine Ranger, balancing his passion with discipline. He was a heartfelt, loyal friend who always looked out for the betterment of all soldiers in the line of duty. He was an excellent commander. His reverence for Trisgen, his sense of justice, and his energetic persona made him a beam of light in this dark war. It was a grave experience, watching him fall.

It was a hostage situation. He and his battalion were captured by the Empire's forces and threatened. We tried to rescue them, accompanied by your talented niece, Felicity Rhyolite. We did everything we could, but eventually were forced to watch as the entire battalion was executed for treason against the Empire. We barely managed to escape with our own lives...

Before he was killed, Jonathan told Felicity that he was satisfied with his life, having fought for freedom and justice. That, at least, leaves me with closure. Yet, I am concerned for the girl. She shows incredible potential like he did, but I fear that this experience has shaken her to the core. Even worse, she may be handing you this letter on the way home.

I feel deep sorrow. I have watched Jonathan grow tremendously. I never could of imagined his life ending so early, even in war. As you grieve for your son, know that I grieve with you. He grew from a hot headed boy to a gifted Ranger. I, and the rest of the Coronian Rangers, will feel this loss for years to come.

I apologize for this devastating loss.

Sincerely,
Marshall Edward Stormcrow.