Turning the tides

The plan developed over several periods of long tactical preparation is now into action. I've made contact with Lowri via messenger hawk, the message of my motives sent to her reception, and access to being able to contact assistance. It was a few days ago that I saw the fruits of my labor. Having alerted her to Nightshade's plan to occupy one of the ruins of eld, Crystarium Guard was leading a march to rout them to prevent their settling and securing of the stronghold. Ere long, Nightshade agents were forced back to the foothill hideout. Of course, I had to fight to keep my mask up, to make sure that they couldn't see through my plan to draw out Tudur from his hiding place to respond to the failings to secure defensible positions closer to Crystarium held territory. I never took a Guard's life, though. When they charged at me, I made sure to disarm them and knock them unconscious, causing them to pass as thoroughly defeated, though able to live another day. The din of combat would repeatedly ring through the days leading up to their final attempt to secure territory, and I was pleased with the dissonance I was causing.
 
I grow ever paranoid, thinking that there's something wrong with how easy it feels, but perhaps I shouldn't be so anxious. Maybe this organization was doomed at the start, prepped to fall due to the whims of a criminal too aged to consider current Vrandtic survivors. Those surviving the Flood from the sacrifice of our parents and ancestors shall not feed his life with their own. Tudur's time was close at hand, and I made sure to prepare. I've secured a weapon I desire to use against him, a family heirloom from the days of glory, one of the rare swords that graced the side of King Tolthewil's knights. A blade of real purpose will strike at the heart of a false one, the lie that ended so many that fateful day.