Written By Leta
April 23, 2017, 7:34 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
I don't have too much to write down these days. I've no opinion that matters about recent events, and I myself haven't been dragged into any matters that call for an entry.
I've been doing work, got a job or two here and there. But mostly I'm not getting any coin out of the Iron Guard for it, and that's just fine by me. It's not the Iron Guard I'm working for after all, even if I'm doing their work here and there. First I'm protecting the city, which means I'm protecting the world I suppose, and the world's where all my things are, which are worth a pretty silver coin or two. And there's a guardswoman who makes sure I'm compensated for my troubles.
I've been to one wedding and I'm going to another. It's spring and that seems like the season for it. And while folk are holding off on the fancier feasts for after the siege is through, it's as good a time as any to do it now. I think if maybe Brand had a sweetheart he'd not be such a sorry ass, too. The world is suffering and I'm so miserable and this and that and I wish it would all end. I've heard better whining at any tavern anyone would care to name.
I've been doing work, got a job or two here and there. But mostly I'm not getting any coin out of the Iron Guard for it, and that's just fine by me. It's not the Iron Guard I'm working for after all, even if I'm doing their work here and there. First I'm protecting the city, which means I'm protecting the world I suppose, and the world's where all my things are, which are worth a pretty silver coin or two. And there's a guardswoman who makes sure I'm compensated for my troubles.
I've been to one wedding and I'm going to another. It's spring and that seems like the season for it. And while folk are holding off on the fancier feasts for after the siege is through, it's as good a time as any to do it now. I think if maybe Brand had a sweetheart he'd not be such a sorry ass, too. The world is suffering and I'm so miserable and this and that and I wish it would all end. I've heard better whining at any tavern anyone would care to name.
Written By Ailys
April 23, 2017, 7:33 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
I think we both love monkeys- the kind we have surrounding us notwithstanding. I wish you the best with Lord Tiber and if you've need of me please let me know. Just take things easy enough you don't rebreak your ribs. I realize I am asking far too much.
Written By Ailys
April 23, 2017, 7:31 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Well! I go out to the Menagerie and realize I am being followed by an entire menagerie myself. A monkey, three guards- including my dear Rosalee- and my brother? With his entourage you'd think we were an advancing squad from the army.
Perhaps I need to go out with less accompaniment. Distance myself from the rigors of courtly life and find someone who really needs my help.
Perhaps I need to go out with less accompaniment. Distance myself from the rigors of courtly life and find someone who really needs my help.
Written By Serafine
April 23, 2017, 7:31 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
When I actually manage to surprise her into not speaking, I know I'm her favorite.
Well. At least tied with what'shisface. Talen, the Prince of Darkness.
What was that?
Oh it's totally true, the man does eat lizards for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And baby ducklings, the fuzzier the better.
Well. At least tied with what'shisface. Talen, the Prince of Darkness.
What was that?
Oh it's totally true, the man does eat lizards for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And baby ducklings, the fuzzier the better.
Written By Ailys
April 23, 2017, 7:30 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
Fascinated by the Menagerie and fascinating in her own right. A worthy Knight of the Rivers, and thus my own House. I hope we have more chances to talk but I do think her view of sloths might be rather simplistic.
Written By Ferrando
April 23, 2017, 7:15 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
If the true test of character is what someone does when no one else is watching, then the true test of scholarship must be what someone researches when no one else is demanding the answers. I think that I have yet to meet a purer researcher or a more fearless scholar than Princess Ann Redrain, and that's why I've started to get my pack of ropes, shovels, hooks, and other adventuring gear cleaned up and ready to go again.
I would feel rather left out if she went on a research adventure to discover interesting things without me.
I would feel rather left out if she went on a research adventure to discover interesting things without me.
Written By Sudara
April 23, 2017, 7:15 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
I find myself musing upon quite what terminology might best be applied to my connection to this young woman. She is the half-sister of my late husband's informally-adopted daughter. Step-half-daughter-out-of-law? Whimsical musings aside, she seems to be someone with whom I can sympathise and (if I flatter myself) empathise. She is intelligent, appears capable, and finds herself straddling more than one culture. I certainly hope to have the opportunity to get to know her, and I have faith that she and others like her will help to ensure that the city surives its present travails.
Written By Edain
April 23, 2017, 7:15 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Amidst all the fear of infiltrators and the looming battle I found a moment to enjoy a cider and fresh bread with a friend. It was a moment of calm that reminds me of the the little joys in life.
The little joys that are worth fighting for.
The little joys that are worth dying to protect.
Fuck Oblivion! I'm going to keep enjoying dark cider and fresh baked bread!
The little joys that are worth fighting for.
The little joys that are worth dying to protect.
Fuck Oblivion! I'm going to keep enjoying dark cider and fresh baked bread!
Written By Fortunato
April 23, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Armel's the rock, the iron that somehow stays in place after each blow. He's a man of grave honor and . . . can I say enviable endurance? Is endurance ever enviable? Admirable, certainly.
Being able to weather more often means that you do weather more. Armel's weathered, but he's more than that. His words are few, but well chosen, his images, while new and crude, have an intensity and honesty to them that can't be taught. In all this tragedy and horror, been glad to get to know him a little bit.
Being able to weather more often means that you do weather more. Armel's weathered, but he's more than that. His words are few, but well chosen, his images, while new and crude, have an intensity and honesty to them that can't be taught. In all this tragedy and horror, been glad to get to know him a little bit.
Written By Serafine
April 23, 2017, 7:02 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Honestly? Yes. Now, more than ever.
Written By Driskell
April 23, 2017, 6:58 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
I've been contemplating the things of the world at Darkwater Reach, the tall cliffs and black ramparts of the estate providing an unmatched view of the Bay of Thrax as well as the troubles of the city. The Thirteenth will unmake all in the final reaping and from that his reflection, the Creator, will fashion a new world. The same heroes, villains, obstacles and challenges will be seen as fresh and new, summits will be seen as unclimbed and fathoms crossed to put a footprint on sandy beaches never touched before as the great wheel moves. The concept of eternity makes the wheel seem more like a grindstone.
Is our purpose here to postpone the inevitable reaping, to delay what we can't prevent? Do we act to speed it up?
Or is there a way to unseat the wheel?
Is our purpose here to postpone the inevitable reaping, to delay what we can't prevent? Do we act to speed it up?
Or is there a way to unseat the wheel?
Written By Aiden
April 23, 2017, 6:53 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
I do cherish our friendship, Lady Ariel, even though it can be nothing more than that.
Written By Aiden
April 23, 2017, 6:52 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
Gifts by strangers are rare, but by heroes of Arx?? I'm honored.
I will treasure the craftsmanship. It will look good in my room.
I will treasure the craftsmanship. It will look good in my room.
Written By Aiden
April 23, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
Most awkward conversation.
Written By Joslyn
April 23, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calandra
Your voice was beautiful in the night, ringing out in a celebration of love. I was so enraptured by your radiance that I didn't even see the enemy approach. It wasn't until the moment their cover was blown, that they made their attempt on the Archduke, that I awoke from your trance, and I still remember that moment that you were attacked, hit hard and brought to your knees. I don't remember my dagger entering my fingers. I don't remember positioning myself between you and your attacker. What I do remember is that moment of rage. That moment that I struck back and drew the blood of the bringer as chaos erupted around us. My concern was for you, my worry and anger was for you.
All of that, everything that I saw and felt and when I stood over the fallen enemy, I immediately came to your side, took you away so that I could keep you safe. Those moments make us realize just how little time we really have, and I realized that holding back my love for you was a crime, and I want the world to be clear, so that there can be no mistaking this, so that I can stop wasting the time that I have. I love you Calandra. I love you and I want the whole world to know, which is why this is not sent as a missive but written for all to see, and for the archives to hold for all time. No hiding these thoughts in my black, no keeping them in. A record to last through the ages, to remain long after we're gone.
All of that, everything that I saw and felt and when I stood over the fallen enemy, I immediately came to your side, took you away so that I could keep you safe. Those moments make us realize just how little time we really have, and I realized that holding back my love for you was a crime, and I want the world to be clear, so that there can be no mistaking this, so that I can stop wasting the time that I have. I love you Calandra. I love you and I want the whole world to know, which is why this is not sent as a missive but written for all to see, and for the archives to hold for all time. No hiding these thoughts in my black, no keeping them in. A record to last through the ages, to remain long after we're gone.
Written By Aureth
April 23, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
Thoughts on love, duty and fealty:
Family is everything. My mother, my daughter, my brother, yes. My friends, close enough in heart to being family. They are everything to me. Soon I will leave my family behind to take oath to the Faith, because the gods must come first in the heart of a priest. I struggle with that. I know my family struggles with that. I know that it's been hardest on Hana. I know that Fortunato shows me is strongest face, but I think it's hard on him, too.
Yet I have come to understand the power -- the value -- of an oath. An oath that means a task of epic proportions. The heaviest oath is already made. It's done, and I know what it paid for, and I know what I will pay for it.
If you break oath lightly, if it is _possible_ for you to break faith lightly, then you never understood the power of your promise in the first place.
Or you're a faithless wretched coward, I suppose.
This is my prayer to Limerance. May I never forget the value of my oath. But may I never give way the love that sustains my heart, either. I pray that I may have the fortitude to be who and what I have sworn to be. I pray that I will not falter.
Family is everything. My mother, my daughter, my brother, yes. My friends, close enough in heart to being family. They are everything to me. Soon I will leave my family behind to take oath to the Faith, because the gods must come first in the heart of a priest. I struggle with that. I know my family struggles with that. I know that it's been hardest on Hana. I know that Fortunato shows me is strongest face, but I think it's hard on him, too.
Yet I have come to understand the power -- the value -- of an oath. An oath that means a task of epic proportions. The heaviest oath is already made. It's done, and I know what it paid for, and I know what I will pay for it.
If you break oath lightly, if it is _possible_ for you to break faith lightly, then you never understood the power of your promise in the first place.
Or you're a faithless wretched coward, I suppose.
This is my prayer to Limerance. May I never forget the value of my oath. But may I never give way the love that sustains my heart, either. I pray that I may have the fortitude to be who and what I have sworn to be. I pray that I will not falter.
Written By Rowan
April 23, 2017, 6:30 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
When the unwelcomed guests within our walls and without are dispatched and done with, when this seige lifts, the very first thing I will do is take Stormhoof for a long ride until I can't see any manner of wall on the horizon in any direction. I have never felt so bloody stir-crazy and trapped in all my life. I can feel the breath of Spring and any other year before, I would have spent the months wandering and searching. Now the pull only draws me to a guarded gate. Evenings spent on roofs and walls only remind me that there is no leaving. Soon. Let it be soon. In the mean time...Whiskey. Let there be whiskey.
Written By Joslyn
April 23, 2017, 6:25 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
The chaos that's erupted around us is seemingly coming to a close. I know that this means that the bulk of their forces are gathering and they're just done trying to harass us. The moment of the end is coming soon at hand. The last stand will be here soon, whether we're ready or not. All of my training will come to that moment, ready to fight alongside the men and women of the compact, to keep everything safe.
Written By Rowan
April 23, 2017, 6:20 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
I believe the most unsettling realization that I've had about what my life has become is that now, with parts of me walking around beyond my perception...My world could come crumbling down while I read by a fire, or drank with companions, or ventured out for a look at the horizon and I might not know it. Not until far too late to do anything about it.
Written By Rowan
April 23, 2017, 6:20 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
At the peak of the season, on a vineyard, Fox strolled among the vines. Overhead, the grapes were ready to burst with juice and shone like jewels in the sunlight, and Fox's mouth watered while staring at them. It was too early in the season for any of the grapes to have dropped or been knocked off, though, as Fox had tasted them in seasons before.
A particularly enticing bunch hung from a high branch, and Fox couldn't help but to jump for it. Fox missed by a long ways. So Fox walked off a few steps, and then took a running jump, and still, Fox fell short. Again and again, Fox tried, and each time it was in vain.
In frustration, Fox sat and looked at the grapes in disgust. 'I must be a fool,' Fox said. 'Here I am, jumping myself ragged, for a bunch of grapes hardly worth looking at, probably sour on the vine.'
Abandoning the endeavor, Fox skulked off to nurse its scorn.
A particularly enticing bunch hung from a high branch, and Fox couldn't help but to jump for it. Fox missed by a long ways. So Fox walked off a few steps, and then took a running jump, and still, Fox fell short. Again and again, Fox tried, and each time it was in vain.
In frustration, Fox sat and looked at the grapes in disgust. 'I must be a fool,' Fox said. 'Here I am, jumping myself ragged, for a bunch of grapes hardly worth looking at, probably sour on the vine.'
Abandoning the endeavor, Fox skulked off to nurse its scorn.
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