Written By Luca
April 30, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
It is amazing to me someone as young as her not only has unlocked the secret of alaericite, but that she's such an amazing hand at it that she's formed one of the most exceptionally balanced blades in my collection. Viper's Soul truly was worth every silver the moment it was blooded in that crazy new type of Bringer digging below the city and interrupting Ribbon and my wedding celebrations. I'd heartily recommend her skills without hesitation to any who can get opportunity to make use of them.
Written By Luca
April 30, 2017, 11:03 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
My vows to Ribbons:
I, Prince Luca Velenosa, Master at Arms of the Champions, Shield of the Mirrorguard, layabout naked duelist, lazy dresser, and collector of Bringer skulls, do take Princess Ribbons - Reese Grayson to all you other people - to be my wife for as long as we both shall live.
I vow to watch her back both in battle and when she's walking away from me with that little...ahem, anyways, and to always let her help keep me safe in turn, even if it's from myself.
I vow to help her expand her experiences and find the many wonderful things in the world worth enjoying outside of combat. I promise further to never hold her back from her desires unless it is for her own good - even though she could use a few bad decisions and hungover mornings to build character, so those might slip through!
I will be the blade to stand guard over her heart and let her watch over mine in turn.
I'll seek to keep her grounded in reality even when its grim, but let her inspire me to break out of my apathy and strive higher alongside her.
I will indeed strive to be a better man to live up to the high bar she sets by being so naturally wonderful, generous, kind, and fierce all without trying.
I will care for her not just because she's so infinitely easy to care for, but because she makes me happy and makes me want to make her happy in turn.
I will go on to make her family my own, striving to love the Grayson's as my blood and name and to aid _our_ House in all things, while not forgetting the Velenosa fox that is my soul and my fellow foxes that will always have my aid where I can give it.
And so I join with her today in faith that the gods put us together for a reason and my faith that Ribbons is my path out of the dark.
I, Prince Luca Velenosa, Master at Arms of the Champions, Shield of the Mirrorguard, layabout naked duelist, lazy dresser, and collector of Bringer skulls, do take Princess Ribbons - Reese Grayson to all you other people - to be my wife for as long as we both shall live.
I vow to watch her back both in battle and when she's walking away from me with that little...ahem, anyways, and to always let her help keep me safe in turn, even if it's from myself.
I vow to help her expand her experiences and find the many wonderful things in the world worth enjoying outside of combat. I promise further to never hold her back from her desires unless it is for her own good - even though she could use a few bad decisions and hungover mornings to build character, so those might slip through!
I will be the blade to stand guard over her heart and let her watch over mine in turn.
I'll seek to keep her grounded in reality even when its grim, but let her inspire me to break out of my apathy and strive higher alongside her.
I will indeed strive to be a better man to live up to the high bar she sets by being so naturally wonderful, generous, kind, and fierce all without trying.
I will care for her not just because she's so infinitely easy to care for, but because she makes me happy and makes me want to make her happy in turn.
I will go on to make her family my own, striving to love the Grayson's as my blood and name and to aid _our_ House in all things, while not forgetting the Velenosa fox that is my soul and my fellow foxes that will always have my aid where I can give it.
And so I join with her today in faith that the gods put us together for a reason and my faith that Ribbons is my path out of the dark.
Written By Abbas
April 30, 2017, 10:32 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Sieges and the vast stretch of the Salt are not common bedfellows. They are harder to maintain. As Warlord of Thrax I get to conceptualize given the size of the Thraxian fleet the prospect of siege at the level that armies could never dream of. By starving someone from their economy and conducting war through self-sufficient isolation. There is little use to parking a fleet outside of a solitary city and expecting a good return and the blood price not be too steep in the forward investment.
This is why I would rather quickly sack a smaller unawares city than keep one.
This is why I would rather quickly sack a smaller unawares city than keep one.
Written By Thena
April 30, 2017, 9:53 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
I should have kept my mouth shut. Or my pen. Whatever.
Good to see that the Gods still have a sense of humor, I guess.
Good to see that the Gods still have a sense of humor, I guess.
Written By Agnarr
April 30, 2017, 9:41 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Wouldn't have figured I'd be remembered for a big pink sword. More of a rosy grey, I reckon.
Written By Edward
April 30, 2017, 7:59 a.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
You had a terrible turnabout but now you have found a place that is worthy of you. In my estimation you have been presented with a far better path to go down.
Written By Silas
April 30, 2017, 7:33 a.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
It's been a long time since I've felt this small...
Written By Caelis
April 30, 2017, 4:18 a.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
You're out at sea, no land in sight. Night's fallen and it's a full moon rising up out of the water large and so bright you could read easy. There isn't so much as a breath of wind. Boat's totally stopped and the water is mirror bright with hardly a ripple to mar it. So then you look out over the water and the stars burn like fire over the top of the water as fierce and bright as they do in the heavens with the moon so low as to not drown them all out. Your ship for an hour or so is in the heavens, sailing on stars with the moon drawing you up higher and higher.
Thank you for the talk, I had a lovely night and time with such a dear friend was long overdue. I am always happy to paint the world I've seen for you.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Thank you for the talk, I had a lovely night and time with such a dear friend was long overdue. I am always happy to paint the world I've seen for you.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Caelis
April 30, 2017, 1:05 a.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Let the record please stand that I am not by any means "a lucky charm". Anyone who says so deserves to be shoved out a high window at least once, for educational reasons.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Fortunato
April 29, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
A colored sketch.
A room, walled with shadows. Floor's rimmed about with uneven piles of metal-flecked ash. Within the ashen circle, a pile of books, at first glance, disordered, at second glance, a subtle pattern to the stacks, if one bleeds into the next. At the very top of the tallest stack, an open book, thick-paged, the words indistinct. On the open pages, a candle, its candelabrum blue-painted wood, its flame and corona both soft-edged and kind, strangely safe, as if you could knock it over and it'd be incapable of singeing vellum, let alone turning it to ash.
Despite the presence of the candle, the books themselves, bound and solid, seem to be what's truly keeping the shadow and ash at bay, if, with the exception of the bright-open book, their glow is almost too faint to see.
A room, walled with shadows. Floor's rimmed about with uneven piles of metal-flecked ash. Within the ashen circle, a pile of books, at first glance, disordered, at second glance, a subtle pattern to the stacks, if one bleeds into the next. At the very top of the tallest stack, an open book, thick-paged, the words indistinct. On the open pages, a candle, its candelabrum blue-painted wood, its flame and corona both soft-edged and kind, strangely safe, as if you could knock it over and it'd be incapable of singeing vellum, let alone turning it to ash.
Despite the presence of the candle, the books themselves, bound and solid, seem to be what's truly keeping the shadow and ash at bay, if, with the exception of the bright-open book, their glow is almost too faint to see.
Written By Tobias
April 29, 2017, 11:30 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lazarus
A sad way to go out.
Written By Valerion
April 29, 2017, 10:53 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
The beautiful, charming High Lord with humility and respect in spades.
Written By Valerion
April 29, 2017, 10:48 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
Beautiful and charming High Lord who carries herself with respect.
Written By Calaudrin
April 29, 2017, 10:12 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Yesterday Guardsmen Thena and myself canvassed the lower boroughs to try and track down where an illness was spreading from. We met up with several other individuals who were doing the same thing, Princess Ann, Princess Sophie, Princess Seva. A lot of princesses. A lot. Also a knight by the name of Armel who I've recently learned is the newest Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace. So just us and a bunch of very important people, a very normal day.
There was a dead woman, but I didn't go to see her because I don't like to deal with dead people. I was briefly concerned that an assistant named Fulbert was some sort of undead thing, but he wasn't. He was just a guy who didn't know anything and clearly needed to get some sun.
And then.... well, lets just fast forward to the part where I was covered in rats. Rats. Covered in rats. I've never been so glad to be a walking tin can as I was that day.
Regular crime. Just want some regular crime again.
There was a dead woman, but I didn't go to see her because I don't like to deal with dead people. I was briefly concerned that an assistant named Fulbert was some sort of undead thing, but he wasn't. He was just a guy who didn't know anything and clearly needed to get some sun.
And then.... well, lets just fast forward to the part where I was covered in rats. Rats. Covered in rats. I've never been so glad to be a walking tin can as I was that day.
Regular crime. Just want some regular crime again.
Written By Edward
April 29, 2017, 10:09 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
I appreciate the company you provide when I am deep in the cups. At least I am hopeful that part of that company ensures I do not make an ass of myself in some public manner that becomes a spectacle.
And the dress was lovely.
And the dress was lovely.
Written By Edward
April 29, 2017, 9:26 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Bad things always carry a weight. Some more weighty than others. But it helps to have someone who is willing, even if for a little while, to help carry the burden of that weight.
Written By Anze
April 29, 2017, 9:11 p.m.(5/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
You're making this siege very entertaining for me. I haven't had this many good things to make jokes about in a long long time.
Written By Katarina
April 29, 2017, 8:12 p.m.(5/13/1006 AR)
It is not often that I find myself with the time to stop and think about the things that have happened to me over this past year; from my nineteenth until this very moment where I sit contemplating just how much things have changed within a year. The things I have witnessed... the things I have done... I would do them again and again, with no regrets.
Written By Thena
April 29, 2017, 7:04 p.m.(5/13/1006 AR)
I've known on a purely practical level that things have been strange and wrong here. Officer Estardes is always going on about how he wishes we had 'regular crime' to deal with. Sparte has a lantern that detects Bringers. I hear about all the bizarre attacks at weddings and parties and prayers. Hell, one of my cousins has been attacked by a demon lord; another the chosen of the Queen of Endings. But I wasn't present for these events. I never saw them.
The rats under the city, though...that's when I finally realized. Some of them were regular rats but some were large, uncanny, harder to kill, smarter perhaps. All I had to see was that little sliver of weirdness and now it occurs to me that there may be something less than life, something worse than death in the coming battle. It's not just about whether I wake up the next day.
I also discovered that my new armor is effective against rodents. Even unnatural ones.
The rats under the city, though...that's when I finally realized. Some of them were regular rats but some were large, uncanny, harder to kill, smarter perhaps. All I had to see was that little sliver of weirdness and now it occurs to me that there may be something less than life, something worse than death in the coming battle. It's not just about whether I wake up the next day.
I also discovered that my new armor is effective against rodents. Even unnatural ones.
Written By Lailah
April 29, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(5/13/1006 AR)
"We win glory"
These three simple words are the words of my house. Of Bisland. On the face it is a simple declaration of martial prowess, but it is so much more than that. Our sigil is a roaring yellow lion, and our home is called Pridehall. My life was spent traveling between my two homes in Pridehall and Arx both. We spent much of our lives in Arx, in service to the crown. Never in all of our history, have we strayed from our sworn duty, to our service to Grayson and the compact.
Pridehall, so named for a family of lions, as is our sigil, is more than about pride, or power. It is a symbol of devotion, of loyalty to our allies and family. It represents all that we hold dear. More than the glory of battle, more than our might, we hold ourselves loyal to the crown, to Grayson, and to each other. My family is the most important thing to me, and I would throw that away for nothing, not for money, power, or love.
I've had to do some reflection on love in these last few days. Some say that they would do anything for their love, and I believe most mean it to a degree, but there is always the line that one has, that they must choose to betray themselves, or their heart. Hearts are foolish and care nothing for fealty, of loyalty or oaths taken over centuries. If there is one thing about me that is unwavering, and non negotiable it is my devotion to my family, the crown, and the compact. I will not let any insult to the integrity of my honor stand. I will not listen to my family belittled and disrespected, and I will not stand behind any that would even suggest that the enemies of Grayson are not their own enemies.
Bisland is a proud house. We win glory, and we stand behind the crown, and all the sons and daughters stand united, as loyal and unbreaking as any. If there are any left that would take my hand, know this: I am a Bisland by blood and virtue until the day of my death, no matter my name. An insult to my family, is an insult to me. I am loyal to Grayson and the crown. Their wars are my wars, period. They should also be yours. My loyalty is not for sale, and there is nothing you can offer that will change this. Not for money, not for power rank or title, and certainly not for something as ephemeral as romantic love.
These three simple words are the words of my house. Of Bisland. On the face it is a simple declaration of martial prowess, but it is so much more than that. Our sigil is a roaring yellow lion, and our home is called Pridehall. My life was spent traveling between my two homes in Pridehall and Arx both. We spent much of our lives in Arx, in service to the crown. Never in all of our history, have we strayed from our sworn duty, to our service to Grayson and the compact.
Pridehall, so named for a family of lions, as is our sigil, is more than about pride, or power. It is a symbol of devotion, of loyalty to our allies and family. It represents all that we hold dear. More than the glory of battle, more than our might, we hold ourselves loyal to the crown, to Grayson, and to each other. My family is the most important thing to me, and I would throw that away for nothing, not for money, power, or love.
I've had to do some reflection on love in these last few days. Some say that they would do anything for their love, and I believe most mean it to a degree, but there is always the line that one has, that they must choose to betray themselves, or their heart. Hearts are foolish and care nothing for fealty, of loyalty or oaths taken over centuries. If there is one thing about me that is unwavering, and non negotiable it is my devotion to my family, the crown, and the compact. I will not let any insult to the integrity of my honor stand. I will not listen to my family belittled and disrespected, and I will not stand behind any that would even suggest that the enemies of Grayson are not their own enemies.
Bisland is a proud house. We win glory, and we stand behind the crown, and all the sons and daughters stand united, as loyal and unbreaking as any. If there are any left that would take my hand, know this: I am a Bisland by blood and virtue until the day of my death, no matter my name. An insult to my family, is an insult to me. I am loyal to Grayson and the crown. Their wars are my wars, period. They should also be yours. My loyalty is not for sale, and there is nothing you can offer that will change this. Not for money, not for power rank or title, and certainly not for something as ephemeral as romantic love.
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