Written By Thea
Feb. 5, 2022, 9:59 p.m.(1/23/1017 AR)
As I sat and watched all those receive their recognition for Bastion, I realized..I knew all their faces. And what I came to realize more...I would fight along any of those gathered this evening.
Written By Aelgar
Feb. 5, 2022, 9:57 p.m.(1/23/1017 AR)
I am happy with the sloop. Her shakedown was flawless, including one minor gale and one maybe-pirate who fell astern over the horizon in a day. we did good work with that design. Now she is being outfitted to carry some goods on a short jaunt down the coastline. Less a profitable trip than a test of the master and crew, seeing if they have any obvious weak points in their team before we try something longer. So far, I am pleased with the vessel.
Written By Lenard
Feb. 5, 2022, 9:13 p.m.(1/23/1017 AR)
Perhaps this return to Arx will finally mark a longer stay. I can't say for certain though, as the moment I set foot in the gates that feeling of restlessness took me over once more. I'm not suited for simply resting about the city, it would seem.
Written By Ember
Feb. 5, 2022, 9:41 a.m.(1/22/1017 AR)
I am returned from the Blackshore-Stormblood wedding. I am certain that word of what transpired is already in circulation among the gossips and busybodies of Arx, so the details of the massacre do not bear repeating here.
A punch from a gauntleted fist has, according to the Physicians, broken my jaw. It will heal, in time. I am under orders to speak as little as possible, and when I must, not more than a whisper. Compared to the many lives lost, this is but a pittance. For a moment it seemed as though Baron Aedric had expired, only to be brought back from the brink by the medical expertise of those on hand.
Despite the terrible circumstances, I register my pride in Baroness Scylla Blackshore for rising to lead amidst the chaos. She will make proud the Mourning Isles -- the true Mourning Isles, those who look to the Isles' future and dive deep, rather than attempting to remain craven and afraid in the shallows of its past.
A punch from a gauntleted fist has, according to the Physicians, broken my jaw. It will heal, in time. I am under orders to speak as little as possible, and when I must, not more than a whisper. Compared to the many lives lost, this is but a pittance. For a moment it seemed as though Baron Aedric had expired, only to be brought back from the brink by the medical expertise of those on hand.
Despite the terrible circumstances, I register my pride in Baroness Scylla Blackshore for rising to lead amidst the chaos. She will make proud the Mourning Isles -- the true Mourning Isles, those who look to the Isles' future and dive deep, rather than attempting to remain craven and afraid in the shallows of its past.
Written By Caspian
Feb. 5, 2022, 12:59 a.m.(1/21/1017 AR)
I was able to perform the test for the Society of Explorers for Lady Olivia. I must say, it is far mor enjoyable be the one GIVING the test then the one receiving it. Lady Olivia did outstandingly, as i knew she would. It feels good to be able to usher in new adventurers, to be able to bring others into the society and find new friends with whom to have new adventures!
Written By Clover
Feb. 4, 2022, 12:27 a.m.(1/19/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
I did it! I finally did it. I managed to hit my husband with a pillow. He thought he could tease me about something and so I whacked him with a pillow from across our room.
I know.. your probably thinking why would she be bragging about hitting her husband. Well first he definitely deserved it and two; I actually hit something from a decent amount away.. well someone in this case when I actually did mean to! And not just because I'm clumsy.
He should be thankful it wasn't one of Ryland's blocks or an arrow.
So I'm documenting it scholar. That I actually do have good aim and mean to hit something when I want. It just happened to be my husband.
I know.. your probably thinking why would she be bragging about hitting her husband. Well first he definitely deserved it and two; I actually hit something from a decent amount away.. well someone in this case when I actually did mean to! And not just because I'm clumsy.
He should be thankful it wasn't one of Ryland's blocks or an arrow.
So I'm documenting it scholar. That I actually do have good aim and mean to hit something when I want. It just happened to be my husband.
Written By Raja
Feb. 3, 2022, 8:07 p.m.(1/19/1017 AR)
Right after a victory in battle, there is a high that comes with it. The high comes and you are temporarily blinded to the horrors. But, the high fades. Then the nightmares remain. I find that the horrors I have seen makes it where I have doubts about myself and abilities. I feel insignificant. I want to make a difference. I want to matter.
Written By Ida
Feb. 3, 2022, 11:40 a.m.(1/18/1017 AR)
After the shop sold out somewhat suddenly, I thought to put up a handful more of the winter inspired daggers. I haven't done much work on the hammer I got so worked up about creating, admittedly, and find myself kinda considering another unique diamondplate piece for the shop. You'd think with winter and spending more time indoors, I'd have a flurry (haha, get it?) of sketches going on. But...not so much. Yet.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 3, 2022, 10:43 a.m.(1/18/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Orland
I had the opportunity to meet up with Lord Orland Amadeo at Bold Espressions to thank him personally. His quick actions on the battle field very likely saved my life. The coffee and ginger cake were delicious as usual and the company was exceptional.
I do hope we have opportunity to further our acquaintance as I believe we all need all the good friends we can build up to.
I do hope we have opportunity to further our acquaintance as I believe we all need all the good friends we can build up to.
Written By Udell
Feb. 3, 2022, 10:34 a.m.(1/18/1017 AR)
It was heartening to see all those who were present for the prayer vigil to pray for those as Bastion. Although I was wholly surprised when Blessed Giada eyed me and expected me to speak aloud.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 2, 2022, 4:56 p.m.(1/17/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Roxana
I was very relieved to hear my sister is still in Arx, safe and warm in the palace doing whatever it is she does all day. When you are kin to the Graysons, as I am through her marriage to one, the battle for Bastion takes on a whole new level of importance.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 2, 2022, 10:56 a.m.(1/16/1017 AR)
*This journal was dictated from the Saving Grace to a Scholar and later copied into her official journals*
I am damn glad the Guild put money into making sure our patients at the hospital are comfortable because fuck, I am going to be laid up a long fucking time.
Bastion - the city streets were deserted and full of the debris one sees in a siege -except corpses. We saw none of those for a good reason.
Helene Thornweave, a sylv'alfar in service to Legion, animated them all into gargantuans. Her. AGAIN. I think I yelled that at her when I saw her. My memory of the battle is a bit fuzzy after her brother Oberion arrived. (He's on our side, as much as those elves can be said to be)
I think I got kicked once, and then a giant brought a massive amalgamated hand-fist down on top of me. Smashed me flat. If not for the fact my armor is 'reportedly' magical (I wear steelsilk and cardian wrought leathers) I think I would have died. I know for a fact the hat I had crafted shortly before the battle kept my skull from being cracked open like an egg.
It's been told to me that someone (A Telmar? - Yo, if it was you, let me know, I owe you a liquor cabinet) pulled me away from the monster before it could step on me. I don't think I could have survived that. I know I couldn't have survived that... I was literally beaten within inches of my life. Magic. Hat. Thank you Lou.
I will be honest and admit I didn't want my family to find out right away. I was afraid of the grief and fear and anger they would have when they learned I was mostly dead. I didn't want them to worry about my recovery. The children are old enough to grasp 'death' as a concept and were prepared to never see mommy again but they didn't need to hear I was sick and COULD die. It would have been better if I just 'went away'. I think. I don't know how kids handle this shit because my relationship with Death and dying is very different.
Will I walk again? I don't know. I've been wheeled around in a damn chair, and I have a bedpan, and I take my food mostly squished up and runny. I'm being kept largely sedated on much needed pain killers. It's embarrassing as fuck for someone as independent as I am. I am not taking my anger and helplessness out on anyone save myself, and saving it for Legion. Those around me are doing their best to help, and they are filled with love and concern, so it's never fair to be angry at anyone except those to blame - me, and the enemy. I'll be damned for a duck (or swan rather - I think there were swans?) if I don't make myself get back up and walk so I can join the next fight on the ground. Because I -will- join the next fight.
Should I have fallen back? Probably. But the troops needed to see their leaders were not going to abandon them OR Bastion because they got knocked around a little. I vaguely remember I gave a speech to keep pressing on. I remember Aindre giving one hell of a good speech. Ahriman went down before I did. Lou was in the thick of it. Liara gave as good as she got, so all the Graysons all acquitted themselves properly to recover their home. Their people should be proud. I know I am.
None Greater is more than pretty words. They've proven that.
Also semi-related to Bastion- plant overgorwn animated-people are scary things to fight and it's a damn good thing I'm a packrat and keep random shit in my backpack. And many thanks to those who dragged me in to fight the Thornweavers in the past, because it may end up being a key to our future.
I am damn glad the Guild put money into making sure our patients at the hospital are comfortable because fuck, I am going to be laid up a long fucking time.
Bastion - the city streets were deserted and full of the debris one sees in a siege -except corpses. We saw none of those for a good reason.
Helene Thornweave, a sylv'alfar in service to Legion, animated them all into gargantuans. Her. AGAIN. I think I yelled that at her when I saw her. My memory of the battle is a bit fuzzy after her brother Oberion arrived. (He's on our side, as much as those elves can be said to be)
I think I got kicked once, and then a giant brought a massive amalgamated hand-fist down on top of me. Smashed me flat. If not for the fact my armor is 'reportedly' magical (I wear steelsilk and cardian wrought leathers) I think I would have died. I know for a fact the hat I had crafted shortly before the battle kept my skull from being cracked open like an egg.
It's been told to me that someone (A Telmar? - Yo, if it was you, let me know, I owe you a liquor cabinet) pulled me away from the monster before it could step on me. I don't think I could have survived that. I know I couldn't have survived that... I was literally beaten within inches of my life. Magic. Hat. Thank you Lou.
I will be honest and admit I didn't want my family to find out right away. I was afraid of the grief and fear and anger they would have when they learned I was mostly dead. I didn't want them to worry about my recovery. The children are old enough to grasp 'death' as a concept and were prepared to never see mommy again but they didn't need to hear I was sick and COULD die. It would have been better if I just 'went away'. I think. I don't know how kids handle this shit because my relationship with Death and dying is very different.
Will I walk again? I don't know. I've been wheeled around in a damn chair, and I have a bedpan, and I take my food mostly squished up and runny. I'm being kept largely sedated on much needed pain killers. It's embarrassing as fuck for someone as independent as I am. I am not taking my anger and helplessness out on anyone save myself, and saving it for Legion. Those around me are doing their best to help, and they are filled with love and concern, so it's never fair to be angry at anyone except those to blame - me, and the enemy. I'll be damned for a duck (or swan rather - I think there were swans?) if I don't make myself get back up and walk so I can join the next fight on the ground. Because I -will- join the next fight.
Should I have fallen back? Probably. But the troops needed to see their leaders were not going to abandon them OR Bastion because they got knocked around a little. I vaguely remember I gave a speech to keep pressing on. I remember Aindre giving one hell of a good speech. Ahriman went down before I did. Lou was in the thick of it. Liara gave as good as she got, so all the Graysons all acquitted themselves properly to recover their home. Their people should be proud. I know I am.
None Greater is more than pretty words. They've proven that.
Also semi-related to Bastion- plant overgorwn animated-people are scary things to fight and it's a damn good thing I'm a packrat and keep random shit in my backpack. And many thanks to those who dragged me in to fight the Thornweavers in the past, because it may end up being a key to our future.
Written By Mihaly
Feb. 2, 2022, 8:46 a.m.(1/16/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
My wife survived Bastion. Eirene is alive, though perhaps not as pleased as she'd like to be. Apparently, her penchant for constructive criticism on other healer's skill is what it always is.
I am told that I should be taking bets on who will be more stubborn; Eirene's desire to get out of bed or Mia's refusal to let her out of the house.
I may be a knight, but I am no fool, that is not a battle that I have any hope of success in.
Still. My wife is alive.
That is all I can ask for. I thank the divines for their mercy.
I am told that I should be taking bets on who will be more stubborn; Eirene's desire to get out of bed or Mia's refusal to let her out of the house.
I may be a knight, but I am no fool, that is not a battle that I have any hope of success in.
Still. My wife is alive.
That is all I can ask for. I thank the divines for their mercy.
Written By Monique
Feb. 2, 2022, 1:35 a.m.(1/15/1017 AR)
There is no greater compliment than when someone says they can be themselves around you. Unless it's how very stunning your hair is.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 1, 2022, 8:48 p.m.(1/15/1017 AR)
The first bone I ever set was one I broke, and it wasn't a nose or a finger but an arm. It was my first week as a bouncer at the Murder, this lush of a jerk would not stop picking fights and breaking furniture. For days he would slough off drunk and apologetic and finally, I'd had enough; -I- was the one cleaning up his messes after my shift and patching up them he'd fought with, and I had had enough.
There's a joke among some of the patrons at the bar that my favorite weapon is neither blade nor cudgel, but a barstool; with a good grip and decent heft, you can cause a lot of damage with a sturdy barstool. I think this one didn't even splinter when I smashed the jerk with it (I forget his name, 'M' something ... Martin? Megrat?), and I set it right back down while he bled all over the floor. Auntie Myri gave me some suggestions along with some instructions from a very drunk physician; with some other hands to help, I pulled M-guy's arm and reset the bone. The gash was pretty nasty, but Auntie Myri was an artist with a needle and thread; he barely had a scar and I learned a proper stitch to mend flesh.
Between moments like that (and they were many) and following into midwifery on an official basis, I'm not a terrible hand at putting folk back together. My lessons came from many teachers and I've been lucky. The knowledge has been used to help when I've least expected it, and on at least one occasion, saved a life. I'm no stranger to what's needed, or to patients that thrash, can't keep still, handle pain poorly. Women who scream so loud my ears ring as they rally through the final push, bleeders that cry and squirm. I'd describe more, but I'm trying to get this in before I head home.
And all that being said? Raymesin Ulbran is the -worst- patient I've ever had. Worst. He's very fortunate I love him so very much and [words are scratched out] that I'm a very considerate wife who tries to keep him comfortable. Yes. I am patient and he is my patient and he tries my patience. Often. But when he's injured? Pfft. PFFT.
Well yes; it's very likely I think he's the worst because I love him so much and I hate seeing him suffer, but that is absolutely besides the point.
There's a joke among some of the patrons at the bar that my favorite weapon is neither blade nor cudgel, but a barstool; with a good grip and decent heft, you can cause a lot of damage with a sturdy barstool. I think this one didn't even splinter when I smashed the jerk with it (I forget his name, 'M' something ... Martin? Megrat?), and I set it right back down while he bled all over the floor. Auntie Myri gave me some suggestions along with some instructions from a very drunk physician; with some other hands to help, I pulled M-guy's arm and reset the bone. The gash was pretty nasty, but Auntie Myri was an artist with a needle and thread; he barely had a scar and I learned a proper stitch to mend flesh.
Between moments like that (and they were many) and following into midwifery on an official basis, I'm not a terrible hand at putting folk back together. My lessons came from many teachers and I've been lucky. The knowledge has been used to help when I've least expected it, and on at least one occasion, saved a life. I'm no stranger to what's needed, or to patients that thrash, can't keep still, handle pain poorly. Women who scream so loud my ears ring as they rally through the final push, bleeders that cry and squirm. I'd describe more, but I'm trying to get this in before I head home.
And all that being said? Raymesin Ulbran is the -worst- patient I've ever had. Worst. He's very fortunate I love him so very much and [words are scratched out] that I'm a very considerate wife who tries to keep him comfortable. Yes. I am patient and he is my patient and he tries my patience. Often. But when he's injured? Pfft. PFFT.
Well yes; it's very likely I think he's the worst because I love him so much and I hate seeing him suffer, but that is absolutely besides the point.
Written By Mattheu
Feb. 1, 2022, 8:17 p.m.(1/15/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Keely
If you haven't seen her, she might be trying to hide in plain sight. To find herself along the wall away from many prying eyes.
Though, she'll be the light of the party. The burst of sunshine in which one can easily be lost to.
Will look to the world with a wonder that I can only ever hope to fully inspire someday.
Never asking of which is not already offered freely.
A dance upon mirror ground, tea at a height that few might ever see from land.
And did I mention that she's the best Patron?
well. she is.
Though, she'll be the light of the party. The burst of sunshine in which one can easily be lost to.
Will look to the world with a wonder that I can only ever hope to fully inspire someday.
Never asking of which is not already offered freely.
A dance upon mirror ground, tea at a height that few might ever see from land.
And did I mention that she's the best Patron?
well. she is.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 1, 2022, 4:30 p.m.(1/15/1017 AR)
I went to Bastion.
No, not as a visitor. I went to the battle, to try to help out. House Ashford brought rangers to help protect the healers and the injured, and I went to offer my support to all those who were fighting. I've never done that before - it was terrifying. I think maybe I helped those brave fighters near me to continue to fight. To get into the fight. To succeed.
Before I got hit by a rampaging - well, I'm not sure what hit me, but it hurt. And I ended up in the medical tent for the rest of things.
Perhaps next time I shall - what? Well, yes, of course i hope there's no next time.
But if there is, I shall be better prepared!
No, not as a visitor. I went to the battle, to try to help out. House Ashford brought rangers to help protect the healers and the injured, and I went to offer my support to all those who were fighting. I've never done that before - it was terrifying. I think maybe I helped those brave fighters near me to continue to fight. To get into the fight. To succeed.
Before I got hit by a rampaging - well, I'm not sure what hit me, but it hurt. And I ended up in the medical tent for the rest of things.
Perhaps next time I shall - what? Well, yes, of course i hope there's no next time.
But if there is, I shall be better prepared!
Written By Arik
Feb. 1, 2022, 12:40 p.m.(1/14/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Tesha
Whitehold is a land where one can be lost in the mountains for months and feel as if not a single day has passed or a lifetime. So much snow, so little sun. Messengers still reach me of the trials of Bastion and those that seek to reclaim it. One hopes my sister-in-law survives the journey since it could only be my fault for not being in the Capital to join the efforts that she might be hurt.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 1, 2022, 11:17 a.m.(1/14/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Liara
Despite all the chaos of the battlefield, I was in awe of the Leadership of House Grayson. Prince Aindre has shown exceptional skills with the sword and Princesses Liara and Lou were so courageous, raising the morale of the troops.
One thing was certain to me as I watched Princess Liara lead the army: This is how we are different from our enemies. We do not send our people to the slaughter. We stand beside them on the battlefield as one. We fight for our homes and are not afraid to get our hands dirty.
This is why we will prevail.
One thing was certain to me as I watched Princess Liara lead the army: This is how we are different from our enemies. We do not send our people to the slaughter. We stand beside them on the battlefield as one. We fight for our homes and are not afraid to get our hands dirty.
This is why we will prevail.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 1, 2022, 10:51 a.m.(1/14/1017 AR)
Things I thought I'll never write: My arm was broken by an angry swan.
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