From the Revolutionary Journals of Caden of the Silver Schollars
Indeed, there was a great deal out of the ordinary with the rebellion in Kintargo. Not least of which, of course, was that it succeeded in the first place. Unlike the majority of Chelaxian revolutions, the merciless boot of the Hellknights, backed by their infernal lords, failed to stomp hard enough. It may be telling that, for a time, said booted foot simply stomped in the wrong places.
Secrecy and misdirection played a part in the days of the Silver Ravens, certainly. But it was only through great perseverance and study that the secrets of the Veils of the Raven, as they would come to be known, can now be written. The greatest of puzzles, of whence these Veils came, is still not known. Several theories have been presented. but none stands before the rigors of logical discourse unscathed. I shall not go into those wild fancies in these pages, dear reader, but shall mention them only briefly for the purposes of completeness.
The leading theory for the appearance of these cloaks at just the right time is, naturally, divine intervention. Though fanciful and certainly worthy of the Bard, this tale focuses on the Goddess delivering unto the revolutionary leaders a method by which they might perpetrate numerous offenses against the ruling parties whilst maintaining complete anonymity. Were this to be the case, it would mark a noted departure from the teachings and practices seen in future years. That, alone, seems to discount a direct intervention by the hand of the Rose.
But if they came not from the realms of the divine, they must have a more corporeal origin. That they were created specially for the task at hand seems the most logical conclusion, and is the one I myself prescribe. One must simply answer the question of ‘how?’ and the puzzle shall be solved.
The most unlikely of guesses put forth by my peers involve these relics surviving from the days of the first Silver Raven group. That these items of worth simply vanished into the seas of time, only to surface once more at the time of greatest need is an idea plagued with inconsistencies and leaps of supposition. Scoff, dear reader, as I do, at the unlikelihood of the conjunction of events that would have had to occur to place such valuable items in a place of safety that could, nonetheless, be unearthed at but a moment’s notice.
But enough of wild supposition, and back to the facts at hand. In the earliest days of the revolution…