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| - The Inexorable was a Malazan warship. It had the blue-black sails and dark-tarred hull of a Malazan man-of-war and its sails carried the emblem of an upright three-clawed sceptre gripping an Imperial orb.
- Az Inexorable egy Birodalmi I-osztályú csillagromboló, amely a Birodalmi Flottában szolgált a Galaktikus Polgárháború alatt.
- "It is the end of all hope. To end all the innocence." – Nightwish: End Of All Hope. They gurgled peacefully, both content with having their pacifiers in their little mouths, thus contrasting so starkly the words of the man, who was warning me. "I think they mean to kill you..." I felt how the fear crept up inside me – not for myself, but for Iohannes and Annika. I could picture them, alone, small, crying beside my dead body, and that was enough to inspire dread. I wasn’t going to let that happen. My children shan’t experience the same – I promised that they shouldn’t grow up without me, their mother, like I had.
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| - The Inexorable was a Malazan warship. It had the blue-black sails and dark-tarred hull of a Malazan man-of-war and its sails carried the emblem of an upright three-clawed sceptre gripping an Imperial orb.
- Az Inexorable egy Birodalmi I-osztályú csillagromboló, amely a Birodalmi Flottában szolgált a Galaktikus Polgárháború alatt.
- "It is the end of all hope. To end all the innocence." – Nightwish: End Of All Hope. They gurgled peacefully, both content with having their pacifiers in their little mouths, thus contrasting so starkly the words of the man, who was warning me. "I think they mean to kill you..." I felt how the fear crept up inside me – not for myself, but for Iohannes and Annika. I could picture them, alone, small, crying beside my dead body, and that was enough to inspire dread. I wasn’t going to let that happen. My children shan’t experience the same – I promised that they shouldn’t grow up without me, their mother, like I had. When the man had finished telling me what he knew and why he thought that I was in danger, I thanked him, praying that the Light would bless him, whoever he was, and I hurriedly left the Cathedral, got up on my horse and ventured to the Keep where I knew I’d be safe. Yet I knew that the safety wouldn’t be permanent. Sooner or later, if what the man had said was true, any such assassin would locate me, and take me away from my little gems. I spoke to my various friends there, some nobles that had come to acknowledge my use. Something would be done, but still no guaranteeing my safety. Amy came as I was reading a book in the Royal Library to calm my mind, nicely dressed up as Lady Severket in a fashionable gown worthy of House Severket. She’d been speaking to my housemaid, and knew something was amiss. I told her. Of course I did. Somehow she wasn’t entirely surprised, already mentioning the name of the one she suspected, and I had to admit that she might be right. He had been angered at my interference and that of the House of Nobles. We spoke for a while. Then I decided that I was going crazy with worry and resorted to change the subject. "Come with me, Amy," I said. "I want to show you something." She agreed to come along as I took her to the Royal Gallery, showing her the statues of some of Stormwind’s greatest heroes. I told her everything I knew about each of them. It was soothing. Forgetting the worries and focussing on things long passed. I halted a moment by the statue of Lady Mara Fordragon, Patron of the Refugees of the Kingdom during the First War, remembering all she did for the exiled populace whilst it lingered in Lordaeron. I remembered flashes from my childhood there. I told Amy how I wished that I could be a part of what she was. "You are...or at least will be," she replied. I smiled as my eye gazed down at the plaque, telling who the statue depicted. I found myself staring at the final phrase: I hid my reaction from Amy, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She didn’t, and I continued the tour, telling her many things about the various statues. And the phrase echoed in my mind. Time passed slowly, eventually resulting in that I met the young girl, Cermon, again. She was still afflicted of however she came to be. I hid my feelings of being annoyed at Ormsby’s reckless usage of the dangerous magic, and send an errand runner to the Wizard’s Sanctum. They’d figure out a way to help her – even if I have to pay for it myself. And after I had left them for a while to ask a guard if anyone had come from there, Neli, Kiva and Nouala had come. The sight of them eased the fear, and I quickly took Neli aside to speak to her privately. I told of what I had learned, and that I was clueless as what to do. I felt like running, I felt like staying. First and foremost I worried for my twins. "Elizabetha..." Neli started, so sombre and calmly as she held me by the shoulders, gazing into my eye, "They are your Light." I blinked my eye, surprised at how true that sentence was. They are my Light. I decided in that moment what to do, and told Neli that I had to leave – I had to go somewhere where my children and I would be safe. It didn’t take long before we agreed. Moonglade. It is strange how all my paths seem to lead to that place. The place where I recovered after trying to kill myself – Neli and Nouala hardly leaving my side. The place where Richeron came, utterly ill and out of his mind until we managed to cleanse his body. The place where he proposed, placing a ring in my hand and asked me if I would be his wife. The place where I received my new eye and nearly lost my friendship with Auburn. Life is strange. The choice had been made. I asked Neli to take care of some business for me, then spoke to Amy and got her to fetch me a disguise, then with Nouala and Kiva. Things were in motion, and there was no going back. I couldn’t stay, but things needed to be investigated. And though it pained me that I couldn’t be there to aid with that, I chose to trust my friends in doing it for me, hoping that they’d uncover the truth soon enough. Quietly I asked Nouala to meet me at the Gates of Ironforge. I then said my good byes, settled the few remaining things with the House of Nobles. It felt odd wearing a hooded mask and a robe that I’d never worn before. My children were safely covered in a basket, which I strapped securely to my horse. Then I was off, riding away from the Keep, venturing through the Dwarven District, entered the Deeprun Tram, and waited for it to arrive. The phrase echoed again as I kept a close eye on my most precious treasure. I’ll be there in my children’s future, not some distant mother who died before they could even get a chance to know. I’m not repeating my mother’s mistake. I’m not leaving you, my precious little gems. I’m not going to die. You're not going to die.
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