*a scorched piece of parchment*

[boreas]

*all that remains after a large explosion that had occured in the Necropolis*

My Friends, family, brothers and sisters,

All my life I knew that there was some greater purpose to my life than what laid before me, tonight I realised it. I knew that I could continue the fight with the undead until the world came to an end but that is not the source of my concerns, my concerns come from the people themselves. I have seen many throw their lives away in search for dreams of granduer and fame. Not this farm boy.

*the parchment continues with burn marks everywhere about his life story, but the interesting part comes at the end*

If you find this piece of paper then the worst has happened to me and I have set something into motion that I cannot reverse. Forgive me my Friends and I wish you luck in the days to come, for I know that you are going to need it.

With love,
~ Alaric Gallendon

[Raksha]

With a heavy heart, Tamara Roth recovers the parchment from the site of the explosion, which she witnessed, and the only thing that she can find even remotely intact. She takes it carefully inside the temple and places it in the care of the Justiciar, so that those who heard of the events or knew Alaric can read it.

"Helm grant his soul rest," she breathes out as she steps back over the temple threshold. "...gods... Lady Nynaeve..."

Her hand reaches to touch the pommel of a bastard sword strapped to her back, alongside her other swords -- one that she has promised to deliver.

[Machiavelli]

Seeing the parchment, Torgrim sheds a rare tear and grumbles "You will be avenged my Friend."

Playing compulsively with the handle of his axe, he sets out to find more information on which fiend did this to Alaric.

[cmosier]

Caelreth travelled to the temple to see if the rumors were true. He reads the note and examines the sword. He hangs his head walks out.