It is with mixed emotions that I write this. Given the events of this evening, I find it valuable to put to the pen, my account of what occurred so that, should the flames of propaganda scorch the land of truth, that there is some record of worth.
My companions and I had traveled to Thrane in pursuit of an artifact tied to thwarting an emerging conspiracy, the scope of which is rapidly emerging. I traveled lightly and quietly into the shadows of the Silver Flame, not knowing if my presence would stir up trouble, based on past conflicts I’ve had with the nation’s soldiery. As the Traveler would have it, the artifact required was located in the bowels of Flamekeep, the heart of the Silver Flame. Where else would it be…?
In a point of synchronicity, my old band, 333 Lunatic Lane, was scheduled to play a show at the keep with their new frontman, in an exhibition of bastardizations of my creative works. While disappointed in the collusion of my former mates, both on the personal front and in their willingness to put their talents in the employ of the cause shared by the inquisition that has targeted their countrymen, I planned to let it be. However, I did need a distraction to allow my companions to loot the artifact required.
Eion and I were able to gain access to the venue through separate means and rendezvous on the stage. Ignited somewhat by the feel of the boards beneath my feet, the weight of the crowd’s gaze, and the scent of the pyrotechnics and their poised potential, I could not help but make a bit more of a spectacle than called for. Seeing the youth of Thrane respond to the universal voice inherent in the music of conviction was mind-opening for me. Perhaps the next generation will throw off the noose of the Flame. My observation was shared by the possessed child messiah herself, who ordered the doors locked and the keep burnt to the ground along with all within it.
Eion and I did what we could to shoo the masses out of the hall, battling with Thrane’s elite guard who attempted to keep the exits barred. Most made it into the chaos of the surrounding avenues once we cleared a path, and we ourselves leapt out the doors with the ordered immolation hot on our heels.
I can feel that my companions are safe, and will join them soon. I worry how this event will be portrayed to meet the ends of the church. My hope is that the minds of the youth of Thrane hold tightly to the import of what has happened and to the expendable regard their leaders hold them in. I hope that they will piss on the Flames at the root of the fire while its gaze looks far for me and my new band across the land. Let freedom’s bell toll.