A report came in from a group of Rangers just returned the field. Their mission was assisting a mining village in the southernmost foothills of The Spine who had one of their mine shafts collapse unexpectedly. A little out of the Ranger's usual habitable zone, but not completely unheard of. On their way back, they had encountered something strange at an otherwise nondescript old ruin. One of the three Rangers was also a devotee of Maskat, she was the one who had insisted on submitting the report to Arilemna, and the other two were trained medics with no magical ability of their own, but as part of the Ranger's Medical Division, the report somehow still wound up on Arilemna's desk. She had thought this was why she had people at desks in this division. She read through their mission report, mumbling figures to herself. "One man dead, six injured... three men, two women, one boy aged 12. Two still missing, presumed dead. She almost pushed herself too hard trying to heal people... Sounds about right. Glad she's not dead. Although if she was, I suppose she would finally get to meet Maskat and the remainder of the 6, blessings upon them. The medics we sent did their jobs well. Helped where she couldn't. If the strain would've been too much for her with magic, they did it with their own skills. Very nicely done. Also providing some assistance to the other villagers with cleanup and repairs. I'll have to talk to this one in particular, Bowe, about pushing himself too hard. I'll also need to recommend him for a promotion if he keeps putting this much of himself into his work. Otherwise very standard report. I still don't understand why I needed this..." She picks up the second report about the "strange things" the group claims to have seen at an otherwise unspecified ruin. They claim it was around 400 kilometers north-northeast of Alliria proper, but if their report is accurate that might not mean much. She read the report once more. She herself found it hard to believe, however she understood how terribly dark magic perverted all life. Apparently an ancient source of dark magic was reviving a dragon who had died and was buried in the Allir Reach long ago. Dark specters flew around the ruin, and the corpse was completely unearthed. These wraiths seem to be filling the dead dragon with undead energies. The report didn't have much else for concrete information, but they did recommend the involvement of the local Templars. A scary prospect for the more conservative leaders of the Allirian Rangers. Of which Arilemna was a part. However, even she had to admit that their involvement on this project might be beneficial. She also had been recently informed of a group of escaped liches, one of which a pair of Rangers had also fought. "Send them a missive to move out as soon as possible... Their experience might be extremely beneficial." The woman mused before standing from her desk and unslinging her shield from her back. She lays the shield down across her desk and bows her head to pray. "Oh, Great Maskat... Giver of bounties and life... Great Annuk... Ruler of the Six Divines... Iasimu... Whose spirit is as a tempest.... Munnun... He who values fairness over all... Naspar, who seeks knowledge and ideas deep in the unknown... Narmaka, most beautiful and fair of the Six... Give me the wisdom to know my opponent's mind... The strength to overcome them... And the resolve to resist the temptation of the Three... In thine, the Six Divines I ask... She straightened, feeling the strength of the divines flow through her. She smiled, then, knowing that anything else that happened would be the will of the divines. She sent one of her rangers to get both Kaska Berlaire and Rosalia Kahl for her. While she waited for the two of them, she went over what she was going to say to them in her head.