Written By Daemon
Oct. 3, 2017, 11:58 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
They tell me to stay in bed. Everything hurts. Stupid mistake.
But I'm still here and those bastards at my feet aren't. I'll gladly take a month bedridden than the business end of one more blade.
Sir Daemon and Dame Ida went took 2:50 odds and survived. Remember that one.
But I'm still here and those bastards at my feet aren't. I'll gladly take a month bedridden than the business end of one more blade.
Sir Daemon and Dame Ida went took 2:50 odds and survived. Remember that one.
Written By Marius
Oct. 3, 2017, 11:44 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
I think it's unwise to discuss strategy and tactics in a white journal before the action is taken. Actually, any time.
Enemies can read, too.
Enemies can read, too.
Written By Thena
Oct. 3, 2017, 9:22 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
I bought a green dress today. I suppose it's been about a year now. And Petrae would probably be dismayed at me for being in mourning for this long anyway.
Written By Ida
Oct. 3, 2017, 6:57 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
So I went on a bit of a shopping spree for the upcoming wedding and reception of my honorable patron, His Grace, Prince Edain. I have dresses, of course, despite most often preferring to be in work clothes or armor. Nothing, however, truly befitting such an event. So a couple pieces of jewelry, a leather dress with delicate chains to almost make it look like chainmail, boots and a silk cloak to match that and...that might be it, actually. It /felt/ like a lot more shopping than that.
I can hardly wait to see this lovely pair, who seem so well suited and make each other so happy, wed! It will be nice to pass through the hamlet too, of course, and maybe visit the children if there's time. With spring in the air, a little trip will be a nice way to breath in the new season.
I can hardly wait to see this lovely pair, who seem so well suited and make each other so happy, wed! It will be nice to pass through the hamlet too, of course, and maybe visit the children if there's time. With spring in the air, a little trip will be a nice way to breath in the new season.
Written By Aksel
Oct. 3, 2017, 4:51 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
I haven't been writing in the journal much lately. Not that things haven't been going on, but because I don't know what to say about them really.
It was posed to be the other day that maybe the world is crazy. Perhaps it is. But perhaps it isn't crazy it was just hiding itself from us and is only now beginning to show itself to us fully.
Even if we are able to understand what crazy is in store for us, does it really even matter if ends up killing us all?
Spirits, what somber thoughts. I am way to sober for such gibberish.
It was posed to be the other day that maybe the world is crazy. Perhaps it is. But perhaps it isn't crazy it was just hiding itself from us and is only now beginning to show itself to us fully.
Even if we are able to understand what crazy is in store for us, does it really even matter if ends up killing us all?
Spirits, what somber thoughts. I am way to sober for such gibberish.
Written By Corban
Oct. 3, 2017, 4:28 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I confess, this is the first time I have packed arms and armor to actually wear at a wedding reception. But then again, I suppose it is the Oathlands way.
I look forward to celebrating High Lord Edain and his bride, Lady Caelis, this evening.
And I look forward to celebrating High Lord Edain and his bride, Lady Caelis, when we return to Arx.
I look forward to celebrating High Lord Edain and his bride, Lady Caelis, this evening.
And I look forward to celebrating High Lord Edain and his bride, Lady Caelis, when we return to Arx.
Written By Orathy
Oct. 3, 2017, 4:18 p.m.(5/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
[Legible Lowers Brogue]
An iron goat that laid me out, broke me jaw damn near. Sure as the abyss made me see Lagoma's light...
Now this thing about non-lethal weapons... what this goat didn't realize is that I be fightin all me life with my fists 'n rock n' whatever a guy could grab until I got me first knife. Reckon there ain't no such thing as a non-lethal weapon... but aye, something without an edge, that I can do.
An iron goat that laid me out, broke me jaw damn near. Sure as the abyss made me see Lagoma's light...
Now this thing about non-lethal weapons... what this goat didn't realize is that I be fightin all me life with my fists 'n rock n' whatever a guy could grab until I got me first knife. Reckon there ain't no such thing as a non-lethal weapon... but aye, something without an edge, that I can do.
Written By Orathy
Oct. 3, 2017, 3:27 p.m.(5/1/1007 AR)
[Writing is effective, written in Lowers Brogue]
I goad the goats for a reason... to test myself and ask, be I able to defend my people? When more monsters pop up and try to eat the orphans, can I be their sword? The Culler's sword? Aye, I be a bit of an ass toward em goats, reckon thatta way they fight me without holdin back. They hate me as much as dem demons would. One knows one cannot hold back against blank-eyed folk or giant lizards popping out of the ground.
Reckon too, ya gotta know what sort of people be looking after your people. I ain't the lowers best, aye, no, won't be saying that, but I be pretty damn good fer having no formal training by no knight and coming up on the streets. Beat me and I have respect. Lose to me, reckon you be tested.
All said, last time I be failing me family and me boys. Watched 'em fall when Brand's army took to storming the beaches. Reckon I cannot be making the same mistake. Reckon I will challenge the best, until I be better.
Written By Mason
Oct. 3, 2017, 2:01 p.m.(5/1/1007 AR)
Soon I will be going on an expedition with a large group, but more importantly, my wife. I love her dearly or I would never have considered this trip. Should I drown on the ship traveling there, or freeze to death in the cold north, or finally fall to my death from a cliff... there are some things I need to share:
1) Thank you to everyone in Arx that has been so incredibly generous with their donations. Slavery is something that leaves a fire of anger burning within my being and knowing that so many people want to take steps to offer people freedom fills me with hope for Arvum.
2) The Grayson family has always been incredible to me. I deserved nothing yet they gave me everything. They will always have my respect and loyalty.
3) I had thought to start this soon as a more organized campaign, but as I realize just how dangerous this expedition is, I will write it here so that other Liberators may take up the cause and continue with it, should I not return. There are many people that wanted to help and looked to purchase artwork that were outbid. I offer a humble suggestion that you consider small, regular donations to the Liberators instead. ((OOC: weekly bank payments )) Even a small payment of 50 silver a week would help us to get support in place for those newly freed from chains. If everyone in the city gave even 20 silver a week, I suspect the collected donations would add up to greatness.
Good luck to all my friends and family with their own challenges and journeys ahead.
1) Thank you to everyone in Arx that has been so incredibly generous with their donations. Slavery is something that leaves a fire of anger burning within my being and knowing that so many people want to take steps to offer people freedom fills me with hope for Arvum.
2) The Grayson family has always been incredible to me. I deserved nothing yet they gave me everything. They will always have my respect and loyalty.
3) I had thought to start this soon as a more organized campaign, but as I realize just how dangerous this expedition is, I will write it here so that other Liberators may take up the cause and continue with it, should I not return. There are many people that wanted to help and looked to purchase artwork that were outbid. I offer a humble suggestion that you consider small, regular donations to the Liberators instead. ((OOC: weekly bank payments )) Even a small payment of 50 silver a week would help us to get support in place for those newly freed from chains. If everyone in the city gave even 20 silver a week, I suspect the collected donations would add up to greatness.
Good luck to all my friends and family with their own challenges and journeys ahead.
Written By Leona
Oct. 3, 2017, 8:38 a.m.(5/1/1007 AR)
Last night a burden was lifted I didn't even know I was carrying. The work before me is not insurmountable, and a plausible way forward has been made. I haven't slept as well in four years.
Written By Clover
Oct. 3, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(4/28/1007 AR)
*A sketch of a fluffy, adorable raccoon... save that its face is misshapen and horrible. The only color to this image is the beady, blood red eyes of the monster raccoon.*
Written By Orathy
Oct. 2, 2017, 11:55 p.m.(4/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Rey
Yer dream did not have enough romping. Please have more about rolling in the hay next time, be it then interesting.
Written By Rey
Oct. 2, 2017, 11:37 p.m.(4/28/1007 AR)
I met a kind old man as big as a bear, and with a roar like one, too. He smiled at me, but I saw the pain of loss in his eyes that a smile couldn't hide, and so I took his hands in mine.
With a look, the old man took me across the world. I saw great abandoned castles, black and brooding on the horizon, and a soldier's camp deep in the snow where ice giants with beards glittering with ice waded through the cold. One of them touched the old man on the forehead and left a spot behind. He showed me a great caravan led by Solace wending its way through the landscape and then took me higher still, and we sat together on a cloud. He called me a princess, and I think I must have been one. I felt safe with him when he laughed. He offered to keep me warm, and I blushed, but I don't remember shying away...
It must have been a dream. I know I must have dreamed it.
... Didn't I?
With a look, the old man took me across the world. I saw great abandoned castles, black and brooding on the horizon, and a soldier's camp deep in the snow where ice giants with beards glittering with ice waded through the cold. One of them touched the old man on the forehead and left a spot behind. He showed me a great caravan led by Solace wending its way through the landscape and then took me higher still, and we sat together on a cloud. He called me a princess, and I think I must have been one. I felt safe with him when he laughed. He offered to keep me warm, and I blushed, but I don't remember shying away...
It must have been a dream. I know I must have dreamed it.
... Didn't I?
Written By Lucita
Oct. 2, 2017, 10 p.m.(4/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
King Alaric, intelligent, kind, witty, willing to offer advice. The more I talk with him, the more I appreciate him as King. And he likes my music!
Written By Valery
Oct. 2, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(4/28/1007 AR)
I accepted to go north to help in a trip.
I'm not sure why I accepted, because they said they really needed me, I guess... But I'm already regretting it so much...
I don't like traveling, I don't want to go...
I'm not sure why I accepted, because they said they really needed me, I guess... But I'm already regretting it so much...
I don't like traveling, I don't want to go...
Written By Carita
Oct. 2, 2017, 9:01 p.m.(4/28/1007 AR)
For my Friend,
Although we have not spoken as much as we used to, I still am missing your letters so very much. I will resume writing to you in my journals, for I find that the stories that I was fond of telling you seem to be less childish fancy and more true these days. You know how they always say - best friends are hard to come by. Indeed, friends like you are the reason why I am still able to carry on. I never need to force myself to smile and happily talk to you, ever, for that is the ability that you have in lifting my spirit.
My friend, don't ever change. Know that when you smile, I'll smile with you; when you cry, I'll say: "who, and where are they?" Know that I am still looking for you, my dear friend. Stay amazing until we are able to meet. One day. Until then --
Hugs and Kisses,
C.
Although we have not spoken as much as we used to, I still am missing your letters so very much. I will resume writing to you in my journals, for I find that the stories that I was fond of telling you seem to be less childish fancy and more true these days. You know how they always say - best friends are hard to come by. Indeed, friends like you are the reason why I am still able to carry on. I never need to force myself to smile and happily talk to you, ever, for that is the ability that you have in lifting my spirit.
My friend, don't ever change. Know that when you smile, I'll smile with you; when you cry, I'll say: "who, and where are they?" Know that I am still looking for you, my dear friend. Stay amazing until we are able to meet. One day. Until then --
Hugs and Kisses,
C.
Written By Carita
Oct. 2, 2017, 3:23 p.m.(4/27/1007 AR)
Nerissa, my daughter, my sweet sea nymph and my reason for joy:
Because that someday is today, and I know that I have chosen this for you - so purposefully, to see to your safety - that you are away from me. From the Isles. From your family and home. That I return to this city without you. I promised that I would never, yet, to break my own word is inevitable. Understand, from the moment I made that choice - it was for you. For the present and future you.
Love always,
Your mother.
Because that someday is today, and I know that I have chosen this for you - so purposefully, to see to your safety - that you are away from me. From the Isles. From your family and home. That I return to this city without you. I promised that I would never, yet, to break my own word is inevitable. Understand, from the moment I made that choice - it was for you. For the present and future you.
Love always,
Your mother.
Written By Mae
Oct. 2, 2017, 1:16 p.m.(4/27/1007 AR)
Dear scholars,
I apologize if any of you were drunkenly harassed by my husband. I'll offer a free round at the Murder if you were!
Just don't wear your fancy robes.
<3 Mae Grayhope
I apologize if any of you were drunkenly harassed by my husband. I'll offer a free round at the Murder if you were!
Just don't wear your fancy robes.
<3 Mae Grayhope
Written By Lucita
Oct. 2, 2017, 11:50 a.m.(4/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
As many times as have met, still not sure what to make of Lord Admiral Washburn Kennex when he seems to have forgotten my name, again, and it makes me a bit wary of him when that happens. Devoted to his wife and child.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 2, 2017, 10:03 a.m.(4/27/1007 AR)
Let this be my final journal if that is to be my fate.
Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck everybody. Fuck our enemies hardest of all.
There. Succinct summary of my life.
Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck everybody. Fuck our enemies hardest of all.
There. Succinct summary of my life.
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