Written By Ann
Jan. 5, 2024, 6:47 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mattheu
As I sit down to write, my heart is filled with warmth and gratitude for the incredible journey I've shared with Mattheu. Our love story began like a gentle melody, slowly building into a symphony that continues to play in the background of our lives.
Mattheu entered my life like a burst of sunshine, bringing laughter and joy with him wherever he went. His kindness and gentle spirit immediately drew me in, and as our friendship deepened, I found myself falling in love with the wonderful person he is. From the early days of stolen glances to the sweet moments of shared dreams, our love story has unfolded in the most beautiful way.
Our journey together took an exciting turn when we welcomed our first child into the world. Yes, Matti has been a good father to the three I brought in our relationship but to see him with Danior that was a profound and transformative experience for me. Mattheu embraced fatherhood with a tenderness that melted my heart, and watching him bond with our little one was a sight to behold.
Our four children bring so much joy and laughter into our lives. Each one is a unique melody, creating a harmonious blend of personalities that make our family complete. Mattheu's role as a father is nothing short of extraordinary. He's not just a provider; he's the steady rock, the playful companion, and the wise guide our children look up to.
From the bedtime stories he reads to the way he patiently helps with questions, Mattheu's love for our children knows no bounds. I am endlessly grateful for the beautiful family we've built together, a testament to the love that continues to grow with each passing day.
As I reflect on the journey we've shared, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and companionship Mattheu brings into my life. Our love story is a tapestry woven with moments of laughter, shared dreams, and unwavering support. I look forward to the many chapters still unwritten, knowing that with Mattheu by my side, our love will continue to flourish and inspire for a lifetime.
I can only imagine that the Lovers of Riva shine upon us and the choices we are making in how we live our life.
Mattheu entered my life like a burst of sunshine, bringing laughter and joy with him wherever he went. His kindness and gentle spirit immediately drew me in, and as our friendship deepened, I found myself falling in love with the wonderful person he is. From the early days of stolen glances to the sweet moments of shared dreams, our love story has unfolded in the most beautiful way.
Our journey together took an exciting turn when we welcomed our first child into the world. Yes, Matti has been a good father to the three I brought in our relationship but to see him with Danior that was a profound and transformative experience for me. Mattheu embraced fatherhood with a tenderness that melted my heart, and watching him bond with our little one was a sight to behold.
Our four children bring so much joy and laughter into our lives. Each one is a unique melody, creating a harmonious blend of personalities that make our family complete. Mattheu's role as a father is nothing short of extraordinary. He's not just a provider; he's the steady rock, the playful companion, and the wise guide our children look up to.
From the bedtime stories he reads to the way he patiently helps with questions, Mattheu's love for our children knows no bounds. I am endlessly grateful for the beautiful family we've built together, a testament to the love that continues to grow with each passing day.
As I reflect on the journey we've shared, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and companionship Mattheu brings into my life. Our love story is a tapestry woven with moments of laughter, shared dreams, and unwavering support. I look forward to the many chapters still unwritten, knowing that with Mattheu by my side, our love will continue to flourish and inspire for a lifetime.
I can only imagine that the Lovers of Riva shine upon us and the choices we are making in how we live our life.
Written By Ann
Jan. 5, 2024, 6:39 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
It is interesting to go down your personal history and find things you had forgotten about. It is as if a new light has been shed on them. Food for thought in how much a person can change and not even be aware of it.
Written By Iliana
Jan. 5, 2024, 2:57 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
While plans are being made there are always those things that are unpleasant to consider but must be dealt with.
Should I not survive my chosen path, my husband, Marquis Fairen Leary, is to see to my things as he sees fit. It will give him a much needed distraction when I do not return home that I believe will be important to see that he is able to process my death in only the way he does. My only requests are as followed: If my armor is recovered that it be given to my daughter Valitina, so even in death I am able to protect her as I have always done in life. Daybreak, my shortspear, is to be left at the Seawatch Gate lodged within unmoveable, unbreakable, rubble if the Crown approves of such memorial to remind those left after I am gone that I was here. I did not bend, I did not break, and my will was of Steel.
Should I not survive my chosen path, my husband, Marquis Fairen Leary, is to see to my things as he sees fit. It will give him a much needed distraction when I do not return home that I believe will be important to see that he is able to process my death in only the way he does. My only requests are as followed: If my armor is recovered that it be given to my daughter Valitina, so even in death I am able to protect her as I have always done in life. Daybreak, my shortspear, is to be left at the Seawatch Gate lodged within unmoveable, unbreakable, rubble if the Crown approves of such memorial to remind those left after I am gone that I was here. I did not bend, I did not break, and my will was of Steel.
Written By Titus
Jan. 5, 2024, 1:57 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
The last thing I did at Vaevici Compound was to visit the observatory and look up. The night sky grows darker, stars fleeing and being blotted out with an ever increasing void. That one constellation seems brighter. But those are things to think about for another night, not now.
The chest was small with my personal effects, and the other cases and chests filled with books and other articles. And slowly the next day, the wagon made way through the city of Arx to Halfshav Hall where I was greeted by my new family. Things are quite different than my old home, but I suppose that is the nature of moving isn't it. If we wanted what we had, why even step foot out of our front door?
I don't know what the future holds except that there will be far more struggles, challenges, hurts, tests, sorrows. And in between all of those negatives, there will also be moments where people will shine as they rise to the occasion whether that be to help others, fight common threats and perform any one of those tiny miracles that happen in daily life which might not be costly to the one performing but can be a life-changer to the receiver. That's life, isn't it.
I unpacked my simple belongings and began receiving messages of well-wishing and gifts from friends and allies. They all marked the change that was to happen, but that change wouldn't be on a path being walked alone. Even a rabbit appeared, a special one that apparently calls itself Joy. I hope Joy stays in this world.
With this new life as Titus Halfshav, the world changes and yet it does not. I might be a Loreweaver to collect and share stories so that no story is lost, I might be a Warmonger doing what that entails. I'm hated and despised, I'm loved and cherished. But my world grows larger, my view is bigger. No longer to a great isle in the farthest southern part of the Compact trying to keep the great Blood Beast slumbering in dreams so vivid and grand that it will not be woken, and I look to Whitehold guiding me for the future where bridges are built to the farthest ideas and places to connect us rather than divide.
And so to the unknowable future I say to any listening or reading:
Protect those who follow, assist those alongside, and be steadfast against any who oppose you.
To The Last.
The chest was small with my personal effects, and the other cases and chests filled with books and other articles. And slowly the next day, the wagon made way through the city of Arx to Halfshav Hall where I was greeted by my new family. Things are quite different than my old home, but I suppose that is the nature of moving isn't it. If we wanted what we had, why even step foot out of our front door?
I don't know what the future holds except that there will be far more struggles, challenges, hurts, tests, sorrows. And in between all of those negatives, there will also be moments where people will shine as they rise to the occasion whether that be to help others, fight common threats and perform any one of those tiny miracles that happen in daily life which might not be costly to the one performing but can be a life-changer to the receiver. That's life, isn't it.
I unpacked my simple belongings and began receiving messages of well-wishing and gifts from friends and allies. They all marked the change that was to happen, but that change wouldn't be on a path being walked alone. Even a rabbit appeared, a special one that apparently calls itself Joy. I hope Joy stays in this world.
With this new life as Titus Halfshav, the world changes and yet it does not. I might be a Loreweaver to collect and share stories so that no story is lost, I might be a Warmonger doing what that entails. I'm hated and despised, I'm loved and cherished. But my world grows larger, my view is bigger. No longer to a great isle in the farthest southern part of the Compact trying to keep the great Blood Beast slumbering in dreams so vivid and grand that it will not be woken, and I look to Whitehold guiding me for the future where bridges are built to the farthest ideas and places to connect us rather than divide.
And so to the unknowable future I say to any listening or reading:
Protect those who follow, assist those alongside, and be steadfast against any who oppose you.
To The Last.
Written By Aconite
Jan. 5, 2024, 1:48 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Deep Personal Harm, physical, mental and emotional is on the horizon.
Can we hold together when the truth is held up before the light?
I'm not scared of it anymore.
Not after these last few years...
Can we hold together when the truth is held up before the light?
I'm not scared of it anymore.
Not after these last few years...
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 5, 2024, 12:17 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
It's been a whirlwind of joy, laughter, and chaos in our household ever since the arrival of our youngest bundle of joy, Danior. Life with four kids is an adventure unlike any other, and I find myself marveling at the unique personalities each of them possesses.
Sil, our red-haired teenager, is a force of nature. Every day he comes home with a crown of flowers and kelp, masterpieces created by his cousins and the children who are sweet on him. His copper hair is perpetually streaked with mud, evidence of the day's escapades. Sil's zest for life is contagious, and I can't help but smile at the stories he brings home. He's growing into a remarkable young man, full of energy and boundless curiosity.
Raya and Ilan, our twelve-year-old twins, couldn't be more different. Raya insists on being treated like a princess, and her strong and stubborn spirit makes it hard to argue otherwise. She's a force to be reckoned with, and I can see the potential for leadership in her future. Ilan, on the other hand, is the quieter of the two, preferring to stay close and hide behind the nickname "Flounder" that she affectionately calls me. She whispers about her day, sharing the small victories and challenges that come with being twelve. It warms my heart to be her confidant.
And then there's little Danior, our four-month-old explorer. His curls of brown hair are a perfect match for his wide, curious eyes. He's in the midst of discovering the world around him, grabbing onto bells and scarves with unbridled enthusiasm. Every day is a new adventure for him, and I relish in witnessing his milestones – the first giggle, the first toothless grin, and the tiny hands reaching out to explore this big, beautiful world.
As I sit here reflecting on the dynamics of our growing family, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Each child brings a unique and irreplaceable flavor to our lives, creating a tapestry of love, laughter, and a touch of chaos that I wouldn't trade for anything. Parenthood is a journey like no other, and I'm blessed to be on this wild ride with Sil, Raya, Ilan, and our little explorer, Danior.
Sil, our red-haired teenager, is a force of nature. Every day he comes home with a crown of flowers and kelp, masterpieces created by his cousins and the children who are sweet on him. His copper hair is perpetually streaked with mud, evidence of the day's escapades. Sil's zest for life is contagious, and I can't help but smile at the stories he brings home. He's growing into a remarkable young man, full of energy and boundless curiosity.
Raya and Ilan, our twelve-year-old twins, couldn't be more different. Raya insists on being treated like a princess, and her strong and stubborn spirit makes it hard to argue otherwise. She's a force to be reckoned with, and I can see the potential for leadership in her future. Ilan, on the other hand, is the quieter of the two, preferring to stay close and hide behind the nickname "Flounder" that she affectionately calls me. She whispers about her day, sharing the small victories and challenges that come with being twelve. It warms my heart to be her confidant.
And then there's little Danior, our four-month-old explorer. His curls of brown hair are a perfect match for his wide, curious eyes. He's in the midst of discovering the world around him, grabbing onto bells and scarves with unbridled enthusiasm. Every day is a new adventure for him, and I relish in witnessing his milestones – the first giggle, the first toothless grin, and the tiny hands reaching out to explore this big, beautiful world.
As I sit here reflecting on the dynamics of our growing family, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Each child brings a unique and irreplaceable flavor to our lives, creating a tapestry of love, laughter, and a touch of chaos that I wouldn't trade for anything. Parenthood is a journey like no other, and I'm blessed to be on this wild ride with Sil, Raya, Ilan, and our little explorer, Danior.
Written By Isolde
Jan. 5, 2024, 12:03 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sen'azala
It's good that you are reflecting on your choices and truly understand what went into making them and I commend you for making a difficult choice despite the fraught circumstances. I don't imagine you were even given that much time.
It does bring up an interesting point that no matter what you would have chosen, you would have been praised and condemned in equal measure. That's just how the world operates. No amount of justification will change that, especially for those who feel that they have now lost control.
But for those who weren't in control, I think they'd prefer freedom over stability. I don't think life was ever meant to be easy, not with the disparate paths being made everytime there's a new decision but I believe the alternative is worse.
Many people in the Dream had lived like that for years and years on end and that is finally at an end. That's not a way anyone should live and if we have to overcome these obstacles to create a new reality, or die trying, it is worth it.
It does bring up an interesting point that no matter what you would have chosen, you would have been praised and condemned in equal measure. That's just how the world operates. No amount of justification will change that, especially for those who feel that they have now lost control.
But for those who weren't in control, I think they'd prefer freedom over stability. I don't think life was ever meant to be easy, not with the disparate paths being made everytime there's a new decision but I believe the alternative is worse.
Many people in the Dream had lived like that for years and years on end and that is finally at an end. That's not a way anyone should live and if we have to overcome these obstacles to create a new reality, or die trying, it is worth it.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 5, 2024, 12:03 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
So much has been going on, it's hard sometimes to grasp it all. And yet. And yet. With all the chaos and the dangers, it still feels of choice, of freedom and of hope to me.
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 5, 2024, 11:42 a.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
A world where our choices are finally and completely of our own. Nothing is written to lead our direction. Of what my people would call upon the winds leading us to where we were meant to be is still a solid direction for us to follow. Only we do have the ability to steer rudder as well. We're not forced to find ourselves in one location when our hearts wish us to be at another.
There are two stars which the Rivenshari look to. Have claimed as their own over the rivers around Riva. They are ours, will always be ours, you can even ask any of the Civashari. They might protect all of our nights sky, all of the choices made previous. The Lovers belong to the Rivenshari.
It is their choices which have lead us in life. Will continue to lead us.
The wind may blow to our sails and give guidance.
We will continue to fight for choice.
There are two stars which the Rivenshari look to. Have claimed as their own over the rivers around Riva. They are ours, will always be ours, you can even ask any of the Civashari. They might protect all of our nights sky, all of the choices made previous. The Lovers belong to the Rivenshari.
It is their choices which have lead us in life. Will continue to lead us.
The wind may blow to our sails and give guidance.
We will continue to fight for choice.
Written By Pasquale
Jan. 5, 2024, 8:56 a.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
When I was a child less than a year old my father, the late Baron Marco Engolo, met one of the rare mages that existed even back then.
Engolo has always had a heavy reliance on its vineyards and those vineyards were dying.
So he made a deal with this mage trading the health of one of his sons for the health of the vines.
My Health.
May history judge him.
Engolo has always had a heavy reliance on its vineyards and those vineyards were dying.
So he made a deal with this mage trading the health of one of his sons for the health of the vines.
My Health.
May history judge him.
Written By Sen'azala
Jan. 5, 2024, 4:43 a.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
I've heard people sing my grandmother's praises - literally, in some cases - and these past few weeks I've found myself wondering if they understand *what* they're celebrating. This world once had only a single path. The future was known and unquestioned. Safe. Eternal. Unchanging. It didn't even know death. What Wolf did broke the world. The night sky was once empty apart from dead Destiny, and every star we can see now is the soul of a dead First Child. The sky is a graveyard. Wolf has watched it fill up for thousands upon thousands of years, and has never chosen to stop singing.
The price of Choice is Consequence.
What's happening now are the consequences of millions and millions of choices. Many of those choices are happening right now, with the consequences immediate. Many of those choices happened long, long ago, and the consequences are catching up all at once. One of those choices was made at Harrow Hall, and it was mine, mine alone, mine forever.
The idea that the Horned God should have gone unopposed there is insane, but defeating him is not what broke every writ, and even the concept of writs. He was already defeated. The Kindly Voices came, they declared his bargain forfeit, and they listened to, and accepted, his daughter's accusation. She had the choice to condemn him, and she did. The people with her did. The dead, *thousands of them*, did.
There was a second choice that had to be made, a choice of what shape the Horned God's defeat would take. He had threaded pieces of his soul through the souls of thousands of his slaves, and through Legion itself, as a final protection to keep himself from dying. Not even the Kindly Voices could kill him with that in place, but they could, and easily, break it. Doing so would also shatter every chain, everywhere, every last writ.
The alternative was to imprison him forever, but the souls of Legion's slaves would be the bars of his prison. They would be bound, forever, imprisoned, *forever*, alongside him. They would never return to the Wheel, and neither would he. They would never know freedom again. A fucking atrocity, for the sake of preserving other atrocities.
These were the options the Kindly Voices presented, the only ones, and they were given to me alone. I asked them if there could still be a world if I chose to break his last protection. They said yes. They said it would be a time of chaos, that something better might be built from it, but not even they could know what might happen. Destiny is dead. The Book of Endings burned. Nothing is written, and our future is in our hands.
I told them to break them. All of them. Every chain. Every slaver. Every slave freed. I said that we would sing our own songs, we would write our own stories. I did not do this without knowing what could happen. I did not have a moment of childish ideals. I did not do it to kill the Horned God, although I *did*, and it was *good*. I did it because the alternative was unthinkable. I did it to give them back their choices. All of them. All of their choices.
And I knew there would be *consequences*.
I am a child of Wolf, and she once showed me the empty sky, slowly filling up with stars; the consequences of choices only made possible by her choice. I sang her song to end the Horned God, and when it came time to decide how, I made the choice that was mine. Whatever that makes me, I won't have the choices, the *sacrifices*, of those I was with be twisted or blamed for this. I broke the world. What they did saved the chance for a better one.
The price of Choice is Consequence.
What's happening now are the consequences of millions and millions of choices. Many of those choices are happening right now, with the consequences immediate. Many of those choices happened long, long ago, and the consequences are catching up all at once. One of those choices was made at Harrow Hall, and it was mine, mine alone, mine forever.
The idea that the Horned God should have gone unopposed there is insane, but defeating him is not what broke every writ, and even the concept of writs. He was already defeated. The Kindly Voices came, they declared his bargain forfeit, and they listened to, and accepted, his daughter's accusation. She had the choice to condemn him, and she did. The people with her did. The dead, *thousands of them*, did.
There was a second choice that had to be made, a choice of what shape the Horned God's defeat would take. He had threaded pieces of his soul through the souls of thousands of his slaves, and through Legion itself, as a final protection to keep himself from dying. Not even the Kindly Voices could kill him with that in place, but they could, and easily, break it. Doing so would also shatter every chain, everywhere, every last writ.
The alternative was to imprison him forever, but the souls of Legion's slaves would be the bars of his prison. They would be bound, forever, imprisoned, *forever*, alongside him. They would never return to the Wheel, and neither would he. They would never know freedom again. A fucking atrocity, for the sake of preserving other atrocities.
These were the options the Kindly Voices presented, the only ones, and they were given to me alone. I asked them if there could still be a world if I chose to break his last protection. They said yes. They said it would be a time of chaos, that something better might be built from it, but not even they could know what might happen. Destiny is dead. The Book of Endings burned. Nothing is written, and our future is in our hands.
I told them to break them. All of them. Every chain. Every slaver. Every slave freed. I said that we would sing our own songs, we would write our own stories. I did not do this without knowing what could happen. I did not have a moment of childish ideals. I did not do it to kill the Horned God, although I *did*, and it was *good*. I did it because the alternative was unthinkable. I did it to give them back their choices. All of them. All of their choices.
And I knew there would be *consequences*.
I am a child of Wolf, and she once showed me the empty sky, slowly filling up with stars; the consequences of choices only made possible by her choice. I sang her song to end the Horned God, and when it came time to decide how, I made the choice that was mine. Whatever that makes me, I won't have the choices, the *sacrifices*, of those I was with be twisted or blamed for this. I broke the world. What they did saved the chance for a better one.
Written By Lianne
Jan. 4, 2024, 11:08 p.m.(7/1/1021 AR)
I'm grateful to everyone who joined Fortunato and I on the beach to burn art, let go of things we no longer need and celebrate Mae Culler. I was truly moved by your support and participation.
I feel I've fulfilled a promise I made long ago, in spirit if not in letter.
Wherever you are, Mae, you're missed.
I feel I've fulfilled a promise I made long ago, in spirit if not in letter.
Wherever you are, Mae, you're missed.
Written By Lianne
Jan. 4, 2024, 10:49 p.m.(7/1/1021 AR)
What was done was absolutely necessary.
If we're to fret about the consequences of those particular actions, we ought to also reflect on our own inaction. We've known about these threats for years upon years, some of us, and we did not do enough to address them when they weren't quite so dire.
It is no one thing that has brought us to this point.
In the end, it hardly matters why we're here, only what we do now.
If we're to fret about the consequences of those particular actions, we ought to also reflect on our own inaction. We've known about these threats for years upon years, some of us, and we did not do enough to address them when they weren't quite so dire.
It is no one thing that has brought us to this point.
In the end, it hardly matters why we're here, only what we do now.
Written By Titus
Jan. 4, 2024, 7:21 p.m.(7/1/1021 AR)
Reflecting upon the talks of recently broken writs, it strikes me how history echoes in our current times. The saying, "the more things change, the more they stay the same," finds relevance here. The breaking of writs isn't a novel occurrence but a recurring theme through our history. From Dragons to Rex'alfar to Sylv'alfar and Nox'alfar and Humans and others, each breaking and binding over and over again. Just another swing on the pendulum from side to side. Even when Pyrite the Redeemed who used the novel approach that if one forgets what they are bound to, then they are free of it. But that created even more problems, didn't it.
Our past is important, traditions are important. They remind us of the cyclical nature of life we live in. The difference I suppose from the past and the now is the ink hasn't yet dried today.
It'll be interesting to see what strategies and ideas pop up to solve the current situation.
Our past is important, traditions are important. They remind us of the cyclical nature of life we live in. The difference I suppose from the past and the now is the ink hasn't yet dried today.
It'll be interesting to see what strategies and ideas pop up to solve the current situation.
Written By Raja
Jan. 4, 2024, 4:04 p.m.(7/1/1021 AR)
I find it interesting how our choices, even if they are well-intentioned can lead to such dire outcomes. After the fall of Legion, I felt victorious and elated. Then, as the true consequences of our decisions began to unveil themselves, it took me back.
Some people now nay-say what was done. I say, it still had to be done. The problem is, one can only act on what they know. We solved one problem to create another. Now, we work to solve the next problem.
And here I thought I was going to be able to relax and enjoy life for a bit.
Some people now nay-say what was done. I say, it still had to be done. The problem is, one can only act on what they know. We solved one problem to create another. Now, we work to solve the next problem.
And here I thought I was going to be able to relax and enjoy life for a bit.
Written By Medeia
Jan. 4, 2024, 8:26 a.m.(6/28/1021 AR)
Once, a man gave me a book. It was given to me as a way of better understanding the kind of person he, the author, was. Is? He's still alive, and perhaps he is still that same man, but our paths have diverged. The book contained a story of internal conflict, selfless acts. What he gave me, beyond insight into who he was, was the reminder that I can never know all there is to know about a person - no matter how many questions I ask, what scraps of letters or journals I uncover. There is room for surprise, and I should embrace the opportunity to be proven wrong.
Thank you for that gift.
Thank you for that gift.
Written By Avary
Jan. 4, 2024, 5:18 a.m.(6/28/1021 AR)
I received a letter this evening and I answered it. The question and the answer should each be recorded:
Question:
I heard it said that the Sentinel is the last to judge us before we go on to the Shining Lands, which given I came up in the Oathlands I've heard a hundred times before. But something about the phrasing this time caught me, and I wondered: is it only at death that the Sentinel judges, and leaves in the hands of the Faithful to judge what comes in the hours and years of life?
Answer:
It is a good question and a fair question. The simple answers are "no" and "I don't know."
That might do little to assuage your curiosity or the concern that brought the question. But it is the Truth.
For one, Sentinel would not Judge without Justice. If every soul were to arrive in the Shining Lands, what would be the purpose of this Judgement? Presuming none, I have to say that the oft-quoted phrase is not True. It's more likely an alteration of historical doctrine mixed with a Dominus' teaching.
The doctrine held that after death, the most virtuous could ascend to Elysia to sit by the Gods, the wicked to the abyss, and others to the shining lands to grant wisdom to those that follow. Dominus Kirsk stated once, "After death, we go by the will of the gods, and it is not our place to know." Certainly, some Judgement of who is wicked, who is virtuous, and who is other must take place and would potentially be the province of the Sentinel. But recent adoptions by the Faith of the Pantheon (most notably the Queen of Endings and Beginnings, reincarnation and the wheel) amend the earlier doctrine. So the answer is, "I don't know."
Had you asked a couple of years ago, or even a couple of months ago, I would have challenged the premise of your question and told you that the Gods are allegorical concepts. That judgment is based on the common mores rather than an entity that sits judging you. But as we have also come to realize, the Gods seem to be indeed real. So, again, I don't know.
But I do know that our worship of the Gods is accomplished through our actions. Actions that adhere to Their ideals do Them service. And this fact does not change with whether They are worshipped as abstract concepts or as higher beings in earnest. As the Sentinel is the most recondite deity among the laity (many struggle with relating Its doctrine to themselves - I am working on it), I have a lot of leeway with how I choose to interpret and preach Its tenets. And so here is how I choose to answer your query:
You ask, "is it only at death that the Setinel judges" and I say what does it matter? Judgment and moral discernment are every bit a part of you as any other ideal espoused by any of the Pantheon. Your conception of Truth, and your Integrity to it, are as integral to you as your Free Will. If one needs there to be an external and final arbiter to their life to tell them if they've done right from wrong, then their Integrity is lacking. How and when Sentinel judges you is a matter for debate. What is undeniable is that you will be with yourself and it is you who will ask yourself if you did right or wrong. And the state you find yourself in will be the answer.
You ask if it's left in the hands of the Faithful to judge what comes in the hours and years of life. If you mean by this others of the Faithful, outside of yourself, the answer is no. If you mean yourself as a Faithful, yes.
As we pray in the shrine, "Faceless one, Silent Watcher, and Judge...lead me from birth to death, from falsehood to truth. Lead me from despair to hope, from fear to trust. Lead me from hate to love, from war to peace..." The implication is clear: Sentinel is no final arbiter, but a constant guide. Sentinel reminds us that we must view our actions and those of others with Clarity, a mind toward Reason, and with Fairness. Sentinel reminds us to seek or establish Truth in favor of emotion, needs and wants. That we might use these to guide us toward a more favorable condition.
Justice is a final means of correcting a path that has veered off the social track. Where one is recklessly harmful and recalcitrant. When they refuse to yield in the harm they do to others around them in society, then Justice must act. But the Sentinel also has the aspects of Truth, Law, Order, Integrity, Clarity, Ethics, Even Handedness, and more. So it is up to you to use these as you /guide/ the hours and years of your life. And when it's over, it may be left to you to judge as well.
Question:
I heard it said that the Sentinel is the last to judge us before we go on to the Shining Lands, which given I came up in the Oathlands I've heard a hundred times before. But something about the phrasing this time caught me, and I wondered: is it only at death that the Sentinel judges, and leaves in the hands of the Faithful to judge what comes in the hours and years of life?
Answer:
It is a good question and a fair question. The simple answers are "no" and "I don't know."
That might do little to assuage your curiosity or the concern that brought the question. But it is the Truth.
For one, Sentinel would not Judge without Justice. If every soul were to arrive in the Shining Lands, what would be the purpose of this Judgement? Presuming none, I have to say that the oft-quoted phrase is not True. It's more likely an alteration of historical doctrine mixed with a Dominus' teaching.
The doctrine held that after death, the most virtuous could ascend to Elysia to sit by the Gods, the wicked to the abyss, and others to the shining lands to grant wisdom to those that follow. Dominus Kirsk stated once, "After death, we go by the will of the gods, and it is not our place to know." Certainly, some Judgement of who is wicked, who is virtuous, and who is other must take place and would potentially be the province of the Sentinel. But recent adoptions by the Faith of the Pantheon (most notably the Queen of Endings and Beginnings, reincarnation and the wheel) amend the earlier doctrine. So the answer is, "I don't know."
Had you asked a couple of years ago, or even a couple of months ago, I would have challenged the premise of your question and told you that the Gods are allegorical concepts. That judgment is based on the common mores rather than an entity that sits judging you. But as we have also come to realize, the Gods seem to be indeed real. So, again, I don't know.
But I do know that our worship of the Gods is accomplished through our actions. Actions that adhere to Their ideals do Them service. And this fact does not change with whether They are worshipped as abstract concepts or as higher beings in earnest. As the Sentinel is the most recondite deity among the laity (many struggle with relating Its doctrine to themselves - I am working on it), I have a lot of leeway with how I choose to interpret and preach Its tenets. And so here is how I choose to answer your query:
You ask, "is it only at death that the Setinel judges" and I say what does it matter? Judgment and moral discernment are every bit a part of you as any other ideal espoused by any of the Pantheon. Your conception of Truth, and your Integrity to it, are as integral to you as your Free Will. If one needs there to be an external and final arbiter to their life to tell them if they've done right from wrong, then their Integrity is lacking. How and when Sentinel judges you is a matter for debate. What is undeniable is that you will be with yourself and it is you who will ask yourself if you did right or wrong. And the state you find yourself in will be the answer.
You ask if it's left in the hands of the Faithful to judge what comes in the hours and years of life. If you mean by this others of the Faithful, outside of yourself, the answer is no. If you mean yourself as a Faithful, yes.
As we pray in the shrine, "Faceless one, Silent Watcher, and Judge...lead me from birth to death, from falsehood to truth. Lead me from despair to hope, from fear to trust. Lead me from hate to love, from war to peace..." The implication is clear: Sentinel is no final arbiter, but a constant guide. Sentinel reminds us that we must view our actions and those of others with Clarity, a mind toward Reason, and with Fairness. Sentinel reminds us to seek or establish Truth in favor of emotion, needs and wants. That we might use these to guide us toward a more favorable condition.
Justice is a final means of correcting a path that has veered off the social track. Where one is recklessly harmful and recalcitrant. When they refuse to yield in the harm they do to others around them in society, then Justice must act. But the Sentinel also has the aspects of Truth, Law, Order, Integrity, Clarity, Ethics, Even Handedness, and more. So it is up to you to use these as you /guide/ the hours and years of your life. And when it's over, it may be left to you to judge as well.
Written By Insaya
Jan. 3, 2024, 11:17 p.m.(6/27/1021 AR)
Some progress today. I cleared out the dead stubble from the window box outside facing the Green, and planted some sprouting hyacinth bulbs. This variety is supposedly a lurid red when it blooms. My copy of the Language of Flowers says that red petals almost always signify intensity of passions, but that in the red hyacinth it means teasing playfulness. I have also planted some lavender at the gate to honor the man whose offices I have made my home. He is avenged now; I pray for his spirit and all those others taken before their time to be at rest until they come again amongst us, by the Queen of Ending's grace.
I am having some difficulty settling into quiet work amongst my scribblings after all I saw and experienced at the battle. I am easily distracted these days. There is so much to do. I know that not all is well in the world, however for the first time in a long time I feel hopeful at the world's renewal, and believe that goodness can come out of suffering, like flowers from a neglected window box.
I am having some difficulty settling into quiet work amongst my scribblings after all I saw and experienced at the battle. I am easily distracted these days. There is so much to do. I know that not all is well in the world, however for the first time in a long time I feel hopeful at the world's renewal, and believe that goodness can come out of suffering, like flowers from a neglected window box.
Written By Sen'azala
Jan. 3, 2024, 10:59 p.m.(6/27/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
I knew.
Written By Titus
Jan. 3, 2024, 9:15 p.m.(6/27/1021 AR)
Many concerning issues, each capable of spilling out a terrible ending to everything:
- The Marin’alfar have been consumed.
- The Undying Empire dies.
- Cardia’s heart breaks.
- The Dune Kingdoms bleed.
- The Compact hangs in a precarious balance, ready to tip. When the Forgetful begin to remember, will the ideals they cling to feed and keep them?
- Choices removed and writs broken. Masters killed and others rise up to become what they replace.
- Magic revealed and yet people begin to lose who they are.
- The old being thrown out while clinging to the new. But there's no future without a past, there's no now without the journey of choices that had us arrive to today.
- Birds of a feather stick together, and the crows are going north. And in the night, the maw of darkness is growing as it consumes many brilliant points of light.
- A new constellation shining prominently, a giant sword upwards through a crown.
Change, just not in the way you thought it would be. Because how could you? Just like always.
- The Marin’alfar have been consumed.
- The Undying Empire dies.
- Cardia’s heart breaks.
- The Dune Kingdoms bleed.
- The Compact hangs in a precarious balance, ready to tip. When the Forgetful begin to remember, will the ideals they cling to feed and keep them?
- Choices removed and writs broken. Masters killed and others rise up to become what they replace.
- Magic revealed and yet people begin to lose who they are.
- The old being thrown out while clinging to the new. But there's no future without a past, there's no now without the journey of choices that had us arrive to today.
- Birds of a feather stick together, and the crows are going north. And in the night, the maw of darkness is growing as it consumes many brilliant points of light.
- A new constellation shining prominently, a giant sword upwards through a crown.
Change, just not in the way you thought it would be. Because how could you? Just like always.
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