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| Author: | inkie |
| Summary: | A very special edition of Stormwind's newest Society Sheet. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Arc: Ringside Seats
Perhaps you are already acquainted with our illustrious lords and lady who have presented themselves as up-and-comers for the House seat selection? If not, fear not; your faithful Moth has all you need to know.
The absolute talk of the town is Duskwood’s Count Elohad Ference (Sir Elohad the Enduring, if you prefer a paladin): triply a veteran, now master of the mighty mercenary Cobalt Company, and formerly a leading man of the theater. He seems to be a leading man of the selection, as well, despite his peculiar embroilment in the Wishock Affair. (More on that below.) No one has yet questioned the strange gap in his resumé post-Third War, but perhaps we might brush our wings across all that and move on, admiring the man’s accomplishments. A stalwart against corruption at all levels, he further proposes a platform that looks inward at bolstering the Kingdom’s resources without further burdening its people. Admirable, if perhaps also a bit of populist whimsy from our popular playwright.
The lone Lady in our field is another leading light: Countess Morgauna Thenedain, a native flower of Lordaeron who has nonetheless flourished as a rose of Stormwind since her transplantation — in no small part due to the maneuvering of her mother, the formidable Lady Evelaine. Lady Thenedain seems to have slipped her mother’s shadow somewhat to emerge as a strength in her own right, a most canny contendress. Beloved of her people, a haven for the unhoused of her homeland, and a mercantile maven, she proposes a platform of infrastructure improvement and regional revitalization: not the most titillating of topics, but perhaps she prefers to save the sensation for her private life. Your faithful Moth declines to flutter at another lady’s bedroom windows, but a certain dashing gentleman might know more.
Another notable name this season is Count Zathary Tyrrell of Redridge, who descended like a very demon from his prestigious posting with the 7th Legion in Northrend to excoriate the House on their oversight — or careless lack thereof — of warlocks. He delivered a fire-and-brimstone speech that fairly shook the foundations of the Keep, but has since seemed to recede from the race: a man more principle than politic, perhaps. A pity; principle is too oft in short supply these days. But then again, with an infestation of ungoverned warlocks in its cellars, the City may not be prepared to see one governing in its streets. And what of his platform beyond the discipline of demonologists? Unclear. As to whether the chilly Captain keeps close company — dear Reader, you would not believe me if I told you.
Let Count Devon Tennerow not deceive with his mild-mannered mien. Or do, perhaps: This Redridge lord is rather a middling moderate, a mining magnate who favors military centralization, an end to militias and mercenaries and a return to responsibility by the Kingdom as a whole. Perhaps this pits him in opposition to favored son Ference, the Cobalt commander? Nonetheless, this wounded hero of Hyjal is surely a worthy with experience in the matters on which he chooses to speak, and a sensible tempering of more volatile temperaments on the House may be of benefit to all. The one matter on which our valorous veteran cannot be said even-handed is with regard to orcs, but that can hardly be called a handicap in the present political atmosphere. Rather disappointingly, not a drop of scandal to report for the terribly tame Tennerow; not even a certain silvery maiden has yet led him astray.
The unexpected talk of the town is the Kul Tiran-born Baron Siamus Fallon, who swept down from the seas of Northrend to storm the selection. Perhaps overlooked early, he seized attention with a stirring speech delivered at the charitable gala he sponsored in concert with Lord Ference, garnering attention for his rigorous regimen to resuscitate Alliance naval prowess. And what better expert than this native navigator, who saw service in the Second War with the formidable fleet of his homeland before throwing his (ostensible?) loyalty behind Stormwind? He’s demonstrated a commendable capacity for coalition, aligning himself not just with the eminent Sir Elohad but — to the astonishment of all — securing a more permanent union with the Duchess Esprit, late of Lordaeron. Does this mean his own days of bawdy bad behavior are behind him? Your Moth could commend to you any number of names to query, from sultry smugglers to patrician peers, which suggests: No.
Last though perhaps not least is Baron Xandros Demasco, rather nouveau nobility but already a seasoned statesman of sorts — this leading legal mind has penned plentiful legislation for the current House. Another mild-mannered moderate in the mold of Lord Tennerow, if twice that good lord’s age, he may be rather removed from his heyday. Thus far his campaign consists chiefly of appearing at other aspirants’ events to browse buffets and discuss the propagation of pansies. Presumably there is more than just hors d’oeuvres beneath the jovial surface, but who can say what it is? Needless to say, not a breath of scandal hangs around the man. He has advanced beyond an age for enticements, perhaps. Alas!
The political season began with a bang as three open House seats became four when Count Baurles Wishock dropped dead in the very halls of Stormwind Keep. It appears that his vendetta against a certain cabal beneath the Slaughtered Lamb ended poorly indeed for the late Lord — and may this be a lesson to you, dearest Reader, about disputing your rather overlarge tavern debts too strenuously.
It seems, your Moth is grieved to report, that a sitting member of the House meanwhile seized upon the tragedy to make political hay — speaking of vendettas — against a certain candidate. Apparently certain members of our very own Stormwind Guard are not immune to machination and manipulation, and were exhorted to a most dubious detainment.
One does wonder what grudge the young House member might hold against a noted anti-corruption crusader. Or perhaps he simply wished to muddy the Wishock waters, as our unfortunate detainee is the man who has uncovered information critical to the investigation. How odd.
Which famously dedicated bachelor was seen going into the gardens at the Fallon-Ference gala with not one, not two, but three separate ladies? A hint: the same one who spent time at the Thenedain Remembrance Ball on the balcony with two separate ladies. A further hint: Not the gentleman you might expect, dear Reader.
Who is the mysterious Masked Lady that has appeared on the arm of Lord Amerith at the two social engagements of the season? Is the mask a necessary accessory, or a ploy by the eccentric Count of the Canals to cultivate an air of mystery?