Written By Serafine
April 2, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Armor mended. Home shored up. Precious items stashed away.
Too many people to meet with. Too many things to get done. Like wedging slats into cracks, careful mallets and well planned tension, it's all meticulous. More than a soldier is used to.
I hope all of it is enough.
Too many people to meet with. Too many things to get done. Like wedging slats into cracks, careful mallets and well planned tension, it's all meticulous. More than a soldier is used to.
I hope all of it is enough.
Written By Ferrando
April 2, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
In other news, I am now the second-cutest and second-best-at-hopping Rando in the capital.
I hope I'm still the best bouncer Rando, because if not that would be kind of embarassing.
I hope I'm still the best bouncer Rando, because if not that would be kind of embarassing.
Written By Dafne
April 2, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
It is so quiet. So far off from the battles and so empty. Every time a servant drops a glass, it rings through the halls like a bell, almost comforting in the stillness.
We have very good servants. They do not drop glasses often.
It will not always be like this, I know. After the siege--perhaps even before, with the harbour unblocked--family will come. There will be chatter and laughter again. The house will live.
In meantime I sit here, in the parlour, with my cat in my lap and Pietro's dog at my feet, in the silence and the stillness and pray for some friendly ghosts.
We have very good servants. They do not drop glasses often.
It will not always be like this, I know. After the siege--perhaps even before, with the harbour unblocked--family will come. There will be chatter and laughter again. The house will live.
In meantime I sit here, in the parlour, with my cat in my lap and Pietro's dog at my feet, in the silence and the stillness and pray for some friendly ghosts.
Written By Ansel
April 2, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Could not be happier to see two friends happy together, and with a bright future ahead. A beautiful, intimate ceremony.
In the absence of a gift at the ceremony, I shall commission Percephon to deliver a painting of the occasion for you both to enjoy for years to come.
In the absence of a gift at the ceremony, I shall commission Percephon to deliver a painting of the occasion for you both to enjoy for years to come.
Written By Ansel
April 2, 2017, 11:44 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Dulcinea
I solemnly swear that I shall never forget to send you word when I've returned from a mission safely.
Written By Mae
April 2, 2017, 11:41 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Rumor is a threw a Bringer off a wall! It's only partially true. I hooked it like a fish, tied my line off on a dying shav, and threw him off the wall. Dragged the Bringer down with it. It hit the ground and popped like a bag full of dust.
It was strange.
It was strange.
Written By Joscelin
April 2, 2017, 11:41 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
It shouldn't surprise me that my skill as a jeweler is still needed despite the war that hovers over us. I am pleased this is so, it's nice to take a break from the constant planning and counting that seems to fill my days. I'm not complaining, the shift in responsibility and the added weight of more of it has taken some getting used to but it's falling in to place.
It's work. It's busy work, too, and it's -useful-. I'm enjoying it far more than I ought to, I think. There is a deep satisfaction in it.
It's work. It's busy work, too, and it's -useful-. I'm enjoying it far more than I ought to, I think. There is a deep satisfaction in it.
Written By Magpie
April 2, 2017, 11:40 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Bob probably would have benefited from some kind of lessons to help him curb his violent tendencies.
I also need to make a shout-out to Acacia, who asked me not to steal anything from her room that day she needed help for her man, and then I went and stole something from her room anyway. Well, that flask I took? It *saved my life*. Literally. It's now my Lucky Blue Flask. It can't hold any rum anymore, but it holds my endless gratitude.
So does that knight that could pick out a bunch of disguised Bringers just by looking at them. He was my knight in shining armor. He was my unsung hero (I wasn't in the mood to sing at the time). He was a beacon of rescue (I think he was the one with the sword that *actually* glowed). I never got your name, but hats off to you, mystery knight.
Lastly, some poetry that EVERYONE SHOULD READ!!!
If it bleeds ruddy it's a buddy.
If it bleeds black, attack!
(Or run as fast as you can in the opposite direction screaming "Bringer!")
I also need to make a shout-out to Acacia, who asked me not to steal anything from her room that day she needed help for her man, and then I went and stole something from her room anyway. Well, that flask I took? It *saved my life*. Literally. It's now my Lucky Blue Flask. It can't hold any rum anymore, but it holds my endless gratitude.
So does that knight that could pick out a bunch of disguised Bringers just by looking at them. He was my knight in shining armor. He was my unsung hero (I wasn't in the mood to sing at the time). He was a beacon of rescue (I think he was the one with the sword that *actually* glowed). I never got your name, but hats off to you, mystery knight.
Lastly, some poetry that EVERYONE SHOULD READ!!!
If it bleeds ruddy it's a buddy.
If it bleeds black, attack!
(Or run as fast as you can in the opposite direction screaming "Bringer!")
Written By Luca
April 2, 2017, 11:39 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I do believe I just got asked by Ribbons to marry her...via messenger.
I'm not quite sure if I'm more shocked at the question.
Or at the answer.
I'm not quite sure if I'm more shocked at the question.
Or at the answer.
Written By Fiachra
April 2, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Eirlys and I have always been close. For a long time, it was often us against the world. Not that we didn't have family, but after our mother died and our father withdrew, we spent most of our time together. There are few who know me anywhere near as well as she does.
So I think it was inevitable that I would ask her to oversee the small ceremony that Alis and I had, to honour my faith like we will honour hers when this siege finally breaks and we are able to travel to Sanctum. But this one was for us, and I am so glad that we asked her.
Thank you, my sister.
So I think it was inevitable that I would ask her to oversee the small ceremony that Alis and I had, to honour my faith like we will honour hers when this siege finally breaks and we are able to travel to Sanctum. But this one was for us, and I am so glad that we asked her.
Thank you, my sister.
Written By Maude
April 2, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
I am informed, alas, that the Compact cannot, at the moment, afford alaricite ballistae. Or can it? Should our enemies be reading this, I hope this keeps them in suspense. If future historians read this, assuming the Compact survives and this page does not mysteriously vanish, I hope they will take the matter of alaricite ballistae for granted and spin some unlikely but entertaining fantasy about its makers, like some histories I've had the occasion of skimming through of late.
However, and thankfully, House Ashford can afford copious amounts of whiskey.
However, and thankfully, House Ashford can afford copious amounts of whiskey.
Written By Khanne
April 2, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Books.
Recently, i went on a book shopping spree. Had a bookshelf made and bought as many books as I could find to fill it... it's not full. Some have been encouraging me for some time to write my little stories into a book. I had a rather vivid imagination as a child, and spent many evenings making up tales about nature and the things around me. I have spoken these tales to some in Arx. Perhaps it is time to begin this hobby, though for some reason, I am nervous to do so. Imagine, Khanne Halfshav, an author.... Maybe I should create a pseudonym to do so...
Recently, i went on a book shopping spree. Had a bookshelf made and bought as many books as I could find to fill it... it's not full. Some have been encouraging me for some time to write my little stories into a book. I had a rather vivid imagination as a child, and spent many evenings making up tales about nature and the things around me. I have spoken these tales to some in Arx. Perhaps it is time to begin this hobby, though for some reason, I am nervous to do so. Imagine, Khanne Halfshav, an author.... Maybe I should create a pseudonym to do so...
Written By Fortunato
April 2, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Sketches. A view from the top of the walls. Far, far below, a splatter of dust. Brisk sketch of Magpie in a great coat, the folds of which nearly bury him. He fiddles with a dagger. A skull next to a mirror, mirrored. A flame next to a mirror, mirrored. An unseen shape in the rain, leaving space but no features. Window frame sculpted like twined dragons and long-tailed birds, beyond it, the stars. Little brown birds assembling a nest in the ashes of a campfire. Few more skull studies, scattered.
Written By Ferrando
April 2, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
I remember meeting the kid coming into Arx pretty much fresh off the farm, wide-eyed as can be. Now half the time I turn around I see him down in the Lowers and up on the wall whacking Bringers like an old veteran with that big sword of his.
They better appreciate him in the Iron Guard! He's come a long way.
They better appreciate him in the Iron Guard! He's come a long way.
Written By Caelis
April 2, 2017, 10:45 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I can't believe he made me go to my window. The man can be so smart and resourceful, but few drive me to drink quite so much. I'm not sure what his game his, but it seems wise to be weary of anyone who would serenade you off key.
Written By Silas
April 2, 2017, 10:44 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
I wandered into the Training Center a few days ago, intent on finding someone to spar, and found Lord Ashford hitting himself with one of his blades. I advised him to master wielding a single blade before attempting to wield two at once, but this appeared to fall upon deaf ears.
So I beat him with a stick.
To be fair, it was a very well-made stick.
So I beat him with a stick.
To be fair, it was a very well-made stick.
Written By Darren
April 2, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Freja remains steadfast and true, and one of my closest friends. I'm proud to have her stand beside me as Voice of Redrain. During these dark times, we need all the help we can get.
Written By Darren
April 2, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
Princess Bookworm has come to the City. Though we are under siege and facing terrible dangers, I'll admit that seeing one of my favorite cousins gracing the halls of the Villa has put a smile to my face.
Welcome to Arx, Bookworm. I hope it is the adventure that you seek.
Welcome to Arx, Bookworm. I hope it is the adventure that you seek.
Written By Caelis
April 2, 2017, 10:30 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
We have planned all we can at the moment. I can't help but feel and worry there is information we're missing. I wonder if I will feel this way before every mission? Taught as a bow string waiting to be loosed on my foes. It's a frustrating condition when there are things to be done here. I look over the ships again and again, count and re-count our men, worry, and wait. I will be glad to see this deed done.
Written By Valencia
April 2, 2017, 10:28 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Sometimes the darkest nights have the brightest lights.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
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Thank you. Thank you so much.
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