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Written By Marius

April 17, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

“Untamed and Unconquered.”

That is the motto of House Greenmarch. That is the motto of everyone in our care. From the housewife who snatches up a kitchen knife in defense of her family in the middle of a surprise raid, to the warrior who stands alone in the gap against the horde, this motto is seared into our very marrow.

“Untamed and Unconquered.” We mean it literally.

I am certain, before this crisis is over, Brand and his demon horde will hear those words in their nightmares.

Written By Thena

April 17, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I was on the walls when the message from Brand came in. Then I left. Fuck that guy. I'm not sure what else there is to say about that.

Magpie took me for a sail after that and asked some pertinent questions to which I feel I had no good answers. I barely know what I'm doing here. I'm as surprised as anyone else.

Written By Ariel

April 17, 2017, 10:59 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I enjoy my dance
Gracefully turning upon a chance
The thrill of my turn and spin
I long for it again and again
He make with to sing
Even if about the most random things
Watching as I play violin
I felt my emotions swell from within
My heart races when I am around you
A feeling so wonderful and new
How nervous I am surprises me
And I know it be something you can occasionally see
My faltering of composure
As we talk about the enclosure
Filled with healing winged friends
Something I wish to help you tend
Just seeing you smile
Makes everything worthwhile

Written By Alis

April 17, 2017, 10:40 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

It's too bad the snow has melted. I do believe the Rude Snow-Edain would have been an acceptable answer to the demand for surrender. Maybe Percy can paint a picture of it instead for Brand.

Written By Ariel

April 17, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I promise to give myself patience
Even if not my usualy preference
To wait for such gifts
Even if it is a world of ifs
To feel his touch
Some I crave ever so much
To taste his kiss
I am sure it will be bliss
To feel his embrace
Those love fingers grace
Things I long for
Of which that drive my core
But shall steadfastly wait
In hopes that somethings create
I know it is worth it
Something I will openly admit

Written By Edward

April 17, 2017, 10:03 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I am glad others know of my House. Otherwise, myself being the only one, some might start to think I am putting on airs.

Written By Isolde

April 17, 2017, 10:02 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

The Knights of Solace address not the heroes we deserve. They are the heroes we need.

(Notation: Invite Sir Armel over for a drink. I've never felt the need to apologize to someone I've never met before.)

Written By Eleyna

April 17, 2017, 10:02 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

Everyone knows that the only acceptable material for a flag of truce is silk.

White leather is just tacky. Get it together, Brand.

Written By Armel

April 17, 2017, 9:13 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I was at the gate when they arrived. I can confirm the flag and letter of truce /did/ appear to be leathery in texture. Credit where awful, monstrous credit is due.

Written By Isolde

April 17, 2017, 8:34 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

My cousin Eleyna has a way with words. That is the ultimatum they gave us? Please. It wasn't even intimidating, to be honest, though I am terribly amused they came under a banner of truce. I'm curious if anyone got a look at it, and if they used bleached human skin to do it. It seems like the thing they'd do. Maybe I give them too much credit, though. It would have been better if they brought a table, setting, and wine to offer. Just right there, in the middle of nowhere, nightmares all around, offering wine to speak of ultimatums empty of motivation.

I mean, -I'd- do that. And might. Hm. Must make a note of this tableau. Minus the bleached skin flag of truce. That's just gauche.

Written By Orathy

April 17, 2017, 3:51 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Emeline

*Poor writing*
Wez be havin fun onse. Aint be knowin wha be happenin, tis a loss tho.
Youz were beautiful.
Wish I coulda helped more.

Written By Merek

April 17, 2017, 1:02 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Emeline

No... You were my friend. What happened?

Written By Merek

April 17, 2017, 12:58 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

It was quite an exciting event at Fight Night. I won in a round, but it was a bit much to have two in a row later. Still, I hope there are more hosted sometime.

Written By Silas

April 17, 2017, 12:48 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

Fight Night 1 Tournament results

Supreme Champion: Lord Artorius Malvici
Worthy Adversary: Dame Serafine Velenosa
Maybe Next Time: Master Sparte Fatchforth

Thank you, everyone who participated! It will help me organize the next tournament.

Written By Serafine

April 17, 2017, 12:37 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

First Fight Night. I was second place. I don't mind it.

I do mind the bruises I'm covered in. Gods above, I look like I rolled around naked in a blackberry field.

Written By Serafine

April 17, 2017, 12:24 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

...the FIRST rule about Fight Night is-

Written By Max

April 17, 2017, 12:21 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I am low on rum.

THis will not do.

Written By Max

April 17, 2017, 12:21 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I finally got a little rest. It was good. Now, back to work.

Written By Harper

April 17, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

Adult hugging. The hell's that supposed to...

Oh. Sorry, Scholar.

Mind if I borrow a Thesarin-o-thingy? A thesaurus, that's it.

(The entry ends abruptly.)

Written By Leta

April 17, 2017, 12:02 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)

I went out to see my folk, and they are safe and sound for the time being, not counting my brother, who keeps going to the Lowers for drink and such and maybe a sweetheart. But that's fine.

I've not been doing much, between helping some folk or another on their patrols, or doing a job or two for coin. Folk still need guards and such in these days, perhaps more than usual even. Some think a bit much of themselves, though. It would be bad for business if they were to read this, but I don't think any Bringer or demon lord's going to care enough to send killers after them. But if they've got the coin, I've got the steel. I ought to get back to practice more, though, it's been a while since I've had a good workout.

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