Viscen

I remember seeing a large observatory on the outskirts of Al'Khazar back in Aegis- presumably such telescopes have already been in existance. I could be wrong regarding this, however.

I was under the impression that lightning evocation falls in the category of air magic. Perhaps I'm wrong. Either way, props for the lore.

A footman bearing a suit of light chainmaile and pressed tabard hobbles up the vast stairwell of the Rivia keep, stopping up at one of the tower doors. He glances over the polished, wooden doorframe, taking a deep breath as he gains his composure. With a quick balling of the hand and flick of the wrist his creates a faint knocking, speaking out. "Seneschal, sire?" A low murmuring emits from the door, the voice slowly picking up. "Yes, soldier? What is it?" The footman lets out a sigh of relief, stretching as he gains a more casual disposition. "A letter for you, sir. May I enter?" An affirmative uttering slips through the cracks of the door, causing a weak smile to lift across the footman's grizzled visage. He swings the door open, hastily stepping inside. Velwyn Ashford remains seated at his desk, absorbed in his usual mess of paperwork: quartermasters' provisions, financial distribution records and a host of scattered field reports. Without a word the footman slips the letter into Velwyn's open palm, standing at attention as the Seneschal tears the seal off. Velwyn's weary eyes scan the missive, a light sigh escaping his lips upon coming across the composer's name. As he concludes his short reading, he sets his gaze upon the footman, promptly addressing him. "Footman, send word to Ser Peter and Bladir Toov; tell them that I request a meeting at nearest possible timeframe." The footman promptly snaps to a salute, briskly walking off to carry out his current task.

The Teutonic Order serves an entirely different purpose in terms of LotC, if I'm not mistaken.

A note is found nailed on a mess of scaffolding near the entrance to the Rubicon Fort. It reads: I hereby relinquish my ties with the Rubicon Legion, formerly known as the Twilight Army. It pains me knowing that I assisted in the formation of this monstrosity, a noble notion corrupted by the inherent greed ever present in those that walk the mortal plains. To whomever recieves this note, please send my regards to Lorethos. Although our ideals may clash, I still view him as a brother and wish for his full recovery. Signed, Velwyn Ashford