Written By Edain
May 7, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
This recently knighted jeweler has a great passion for helping people. I am looking forward to seeing what she can build on her island.
Written By Eleyna
May 7, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Just in case certain 'nobles' might forget, it was 'commoners' that just gave their lives in the thousands to keep your privileged behind safe in this war. Nobility isn't a license to act like a spoiled child. It is a duty that comes with privilege. Commoners fall within the realm of that duty. They aren't toys to be played with and broken. Part of the privilege of title and wealth extends to a duty of care.
And in case that is too terribly difficult to understand, at least try to remember that even you, dear child, have betters as well. And some of your 'betters' have dear friends that they do not like to see treated poorly.
I never forget a slight either.
And in case that is too terribly difficult to understand, at least try to remember that even you, dear child, have betters as well. And some of your 'betters' have dear friends that they do not like to see treated poorly.
I never forget a slight either.
Written By Aleksei
May 7, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I'll write about it. Eventually, I'll write about it.
But for right now? It's enough to be alive and for the world to keep on turning.
I still love you.
We did it.
But for right now? It's enough to be alive and for the world to keep on turning.
I still love you.
We did it.
Written By Tristan
May 7, 2017, 10:50 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I don't want to write about the dead or the fighting or the Bringers, or my stupid broken rib that keeps stabbing me every time I breathe. I don't want to think about the stink of corpses or the people waiting for those who will never come home again.
Someday I'll talk about it.
Instead, I'll write about this: with the siege lifted, and our enemies crushed, I could leave the safety of walls. For the first time in too many weeks, I took Flame for a gallop along the beach. The waves licked at his hooves as they fell, and the wind buffeted at my cheeks, sparking tears in my eyes, and whistled in my ears. His hooves fell in damp drumming and we soared along the beach, two into one, the world before us as if we could take off and fly without end.
They almost took that freedom from us.
We are free again.
Someday I'll talk about it.
Instead, I'll write about this: with the siege lifted, and our enemies crushed, I could leave the safety of walls. For the first time in too many weeks, I took Flame for a gallop along the beach. The waves licked at his hooves as they fell, and the wind buffeted at my cheeks, sparking tears in my eyes, and whistled in my ears. His hooves fell in damp drumming and we soared along the beach, two into one, the world before us as if we could take off and fly without end.
They almost took that freedom from us.
We are free again.
Written By Haati
May 7, 2017, 10:42 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
MY new shop seems to be doing well, very well and the move to leather armor as an addition to my repertoire along with carpentry will only mean more success in the future as I become more and more skilled in both.
Written By Arianna
May 7, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
The gall of some people. It disgusts me to even think of what I might do for my family.
I am used to the whispers of courtiers, slandering our good name with their lies. Though
for a commoner to even dare....it's simply unforgivable. I have never forgotten a slight.
I am used to the whispers of courtiers, slandering our good name with their lies. Though
for a commoner to even dare....it's simply unforgivable. I have never forgotten a slight.
Written By Haati
May 7, 2017, 10:40 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kahlana
A wonderfully spirited woman with a quick wit and a mouth to go along with it.
Written By Haati
May 7, 2017, 10:38 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
And so perhaps the arrows made that flew helped save the day. Some of those I like to think were mine I crafted and each found the eye of a Shav or bringer and all the pain and death to follow. Too it is finally over and that is all that needs be said too.
Written By Fiachra
May 7, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Note to all and sundry: Do -not- mess with Thraxian princesses on horseback. They are impressively deadly.
Written By Aislin
May 7, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
We held the day.
Well, and by 'we' and I mean the collective forces of Arx held the day; I don't delude myself into thinking my sword made much difference at the Seawatch Gate, and gods know I was wearing more of my own blood than that of the enemies by the end.
But we, the people of Arx -- of the Compact, maybe even of Arvum, given the decisive role that the former Abandoned who bent the knee to Samantha played -- held the day. We all stood together, faced the darkness, and turned back the tide. And if the paladins struck the killing blow, the time to do so was bought by thousands of other blades, and lives, on the battlefield.
I can only hope this stands as a reminder of what the Compact was founded to be -- and what a difference we can make when we DO stand together.
(Sadly, I suspect we will forget it all too soon, and turn back to quarreling amongst ourselves; centuries of history -- on Arvum and elsewhere -- suggest that's simply human nature.)
Well, and by 'we' and I mean the collective forces of Arx held the day; I don't delude myself into thinking my sword made much difference at the Seawatch Gate, and gods know I was wearing more of my own blood than that of the enemies by the end.
But we, the people of Arx -- of the Compact, maybe even of Arvum, given the decisive role that the former Abandoned who bent the knee to Samantha played -- held the day. We all stood together, faced the darkness, and turned back the tide. And if the paladins struck the killing blow, the time to do so was bought by thousands of other blades, and lives, on the battlefield.
I can only hope this stands as a reminder of what the Compact was founded to be -- and what a difference we can make when we DO stand together.
(Sadly, I suspect we will forget it all too soon, and turn back to quarreling amongst ourselves; centuries of history -- on Arvum and elsewhere -- suggest that's simply human nature.)
Written By Torian
May 7, 2017, 10:32 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Orathy and the boys stood with me at The Pit today. We fought brave and fought hard, but we're not soldiers. Orathy held his own and more, trying to keep the boys in line at the same time. We lost more than a few. In the end, we won the day, but we won't be able to count on that kind of help again. Work to be done now.
Written By Costas
May 7, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
When the actions of another lack for obvious motive, I find the explanation often lies in some thing that is missing. The demand of respect unearned may speak to a lack of security. The desire to marshal authority unto oneself may speak to a lack of virility. And jealousy? Well.
I am put more and more to mind of the instructions of the Thirteenth- to reflect on the flaws in our characters. For myself certainly wrath. A lack of compassion, might be? I have witnessed some truly wronged forgive their transgressors, refusing to allow the blow struck the power to control their reactions. A powerful thing to witness, which I have a hard time seeing past naming weakness or fear. But where does that lead, then? To only ever wish dark ends upon a growing field of foes? To leave a crimson trail in your wake?
Who would lead me to be? A frightening thought.
I am put more and more to mind of the instructions of the Thirteenth- to reflect on the flaws in our characters. For myself certainly wrath. A lack of compassion, might be? I have witnessed some truly wronged forgive their transgressors, refusing to allow the blow struck the power to control their reactions. A powerful thing to witness, which I have a hard time seeing past naming weakness or fear. But where does that lead, then? To only ever wish dark ends upon a growing field of foes? To leave a crimson trail in your wake?
Who would lead me to be? A frightening thought.
Written By Killian
May 7, 2017, 10:17 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
No matter what tomorrow might bring, or where any of us might end up or how might change, you are the Sister of my heart and the truest sibling I have ever known. I am certain that we share a spirit, and that we shall always remain so connected, my dearest Aislin.
Written By Fortunato
May 7, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
- For this week, create large painting of Lower Boroughs struggle, incorporating live subjects as well. Excluding myself. Self-portraits are stupid.
- Begin an actual Rite of Jayus. For the first time. In my life.
- Begin designs for (three) masks, my first.
- For the week after, for the week after, actually stock my shop, the shop that was once my mother's and that I have terribly neglected.
- For the week after, go through the hoary pile of requests, free or no, mine or others', that I have not fulfilled.
- The siege is over. Time to live as if we are, in fact, alive.
- Begin an actual Rite of Jayus. For the first time. In my life.
- Begin designs for (three) masks, my first.
- For the week after, for the week after, actually stock my shop, the shop that was once my mother's and that I have terribly neglected.
- For the week after, go through the hoary pile of requests, free or no, mine or others', that I have not fulfilled.
- The siege is over. Time to live as if we are, in fact, alive.
Written By Eithne
May 7, 2017, 10:07 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Greer
When I was a little girl, I remember my mother being so excited to dress me up like a little doll and take me with her to sell her baked goods at the market. It was torture. The dresses and the re-curling of my hair just so I looked presentable in public when all I really wanted to do was go climb trees and get dirty while digging around for buried treasure. She, my mother, is an amazing baker. She is also the sweetest person in the whole wide world. It's no surprise then that my father fell for her and they had what seems like a million children. Maybe it's seven, give or take. I was not a very good daughter, I think. I gave her trouble when she just wanted me to be with her and do things like her. It broke her heart when I told her I wanted to be like dad. Like all children, I didn't think about the choice of my words nor did I care how they affected her. It was my father who healed her heart and mended the rift I caused between us.
My father is an amazing man. There's no bullshit to him. What you see is what you get and he's the most hardworking man I've ever known. He took me under his wing not only to assuage my mother, but to give me purpose. Thank you, dad, for all you've done for me. I'm not sure where I'd be without you.
My father is an amazing man. There's no bullshit to him. What you see is what you get and he's the most hardworking man I've ever known. He took me under his wing not only to assuage my mother, but to give me purpose. Thank you, dad, for all you've done for me. I'm not sure where I'd be without you.
Written By Edain
May 7, 2017, 10:05 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
There are so many who's bravery throughout this war I wish to talk about. And I will when I have been able to think back and meditate and express myself more succinctly and eloquently.
But there was thing that I remember vividly of the battle on the western ramparts last night. Towards the end of the fighting, I lead a small group to push a formorian from the walls and send it tumbling to the ground below. Among those those a young footman who I had shielded earlier in the fight. As the monstrous abomination went tumbling over the side he defiantly yelled, and I quote:
"DIE YOU MIME FUCKING TWAT BISCUIT!"
Then he just looked at me and smiled very widely.
He was very proud that he thought to say that in the heat of combat.
But there was thing that I remember vividly of the battle on the western ramparts last night. Towards the end of the fighting, I lead a small group to push a formorian from the walls and send it tumbling to the ground below. Among those those a young footman who I had shielded earlier in the fight. As the monstrous abomination went tumbling over the side he defiantly yelled, and I quote:
"DIE YOU MIME FUCKING TWAT BISCUIT!"
Then he just looked at me and smiled very widely.
He was very proud that he thought to say that in the heat of combat.
Written By Mirari
May 7, 2017, 10:02 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
It's funny how my "betters" think that it's alright to go from insulting you to threatening you. Hilarious, really.
Written By Eithne
May 7, 2017, 9:59 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ferrando
How do I write this out without being cheesy? I like it when you call me 'Peaches'.
Written By Agnarr
May 7, 2017, 9:52 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Depends which sort, and which sword.
Written By Eithne
May 7, 2017, 9:49 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
The end of the siege means end of countless hours in the forge. It means I actually have a moment to myself and this is what I chose to do! Figures. But in all seriousness, to the men, women, and children of Arx, to everyone who came together to fight for our freedom, for our lives, I thank you and salute you. My fingers are worked to the bones with all the armor my forge has made these last few months and weeks; Armor that was already created that needed some refinement, and those fancy ass pieces of rubicund that just seem to gleam something eerie despite being enameled. They are my favorite. No, it's not because they're red... Okay maybe because they're red. I've never felt more proud to be an Arxian. Cheers to you all!
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