Written By Anze
March 5, 2017, 4:58 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Note to self:
Still need someone to look my messengers over for me. Apparently I'm still not any good at it.
Still need someone to look my messengers over for me. Apparently I'm still not any good at it.
Written By Ansel
March 5, 2017, 4:51 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Receiving the Princess and welcoming her to the Valardin ward was very interesting. The city is a big enough mix of cultures already, and takes adjusting to by folks from the realm itself, let alone from foreign kingdoms. I remember being lost and out of place at first. I can only imagine how she feels.
Written By Leta
March 5, 2017, 4:20 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
I've been taking lessons in playing and singing properly from Whisper Calandra. Some folk might say it's an odd time for it, and maybe they're right and I should be minding my bladework instead.
But those things coming to Arx are called the Bringers of Silence, so I think we ought to receive them with some merry Arxian noise. Take your silence and shove it, if you pardon, that's what I say.
We'll have dances and dirges by the time it's over and I aim to be around to play them.
But those things coming to Arx are called the Bringers of Silence, so I think we ought to receive them with some merry Arxian noise. Take your silence and shove it, if you pardon, that's what I say.
We'll have dances and dirges by the time it's over and I aim to be around to play them.
Written By Khanne
March 5, 2017, 4:18 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
There is an orchid that grows in a pot within my room. It rises tall, leaning on its friend, the stake, for support.
As I lean on my own stake.
It is not ashamed to rely on others to help it reach its heights and blossoms with pride.
Pride that reminds me of my shame.
It speaks poetry to me, silently...
(of a heart's lament)
...and smells like blue.
So utterly blue.
As I lean on my own stake.
It is not ashamed to rely on others to help it reach its heights and blossoms with pride.
Pride that reminds me of my shame.
It speaks poetry to me, silently...
(of a heart's lament)
...and smells like blue.
So utterly blue.
Written By Caelis
March 5, 2017, 4:15 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
He's a giant northern puppy. Thoughtful in a way I didn't expect, but then, isn't that always the case when you look past the selves we project? I think he makes a good balance for my fierce cousin, if only he would remember his shirt more often.
Written By Caelis
March 5, 2017, 4:14 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Word is the King is finally awake. I can only pray this is a good sign for all our fates and that the darkness truly is being pushed back. Meanwhile, I continue to be ill at ease surrounded by so many walls and crave more time on the waves like a physical ache. I am happy to slowly make more friends in the other houses and among those of other classes, but it would be a lie to say I don't miss Southport's warmth right now.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Leola
March 5, 2017, 3:38 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Lady Juliet and her aide Joslyn talked to myself and Hana Greyhope in the Storied Blade. It was an interesting experience, with discussion of alaricite and our hope for the future.
Written By Isolde
March 5, 2017, 3:29 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I rather like this woman. She's got a way about her that inspires one to greatness. And to drink, but in the most delightful way. She's refreshing, and I do so hope this whole mess will see us become fast friends. Or at least good drinking buddies. A girl could use more of those.
Written By Leola
March 5, 2017, 3:29 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
For the records of the Lodge of Petrichor
- The materials gathered for the construction of the physical Lodge were donated to the Crown for the defence of the city of Arx, as siege looms. After discussion with the Legate of Concepts and the inadvisability of constructing a defensible location within the bounds of the Forest, away from the city and easily isolated and destroyed, the materials have been put to a better, more immediate use. Once this war is over, we shall discuss rebuilding and regathering them
- Leola Allenatore, the Horn of the Hunt of the Lodge of Petrichor
- The materials gathered for the construction of the physical Lodge were donated to the Crown for the defence of the city of Arx, as siege looms. After discussion with the Legate of Concepts and the inadvisability of constructing a defensible location within the bounds of the Forest, away from the city and easily isolated and destroyed, the materials have been put to a better, more immediate use. Once this war is over, we shall discuss rebuilding and regathering them
- Leola Allenatore, the Horn of the Hunt of the Lodge of Petrichor
Written By Isolde
March 5, 2017, 3:28 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
That which sets its hand against us will burn in righteous fire.
Or I'll tear it's fucking throat out with my teeth.
Either way, I'm appeased.
Or I'll tear it's fucking throat out with my teeth.
Either way, I'm appeased.
Written By Isolde
March 5, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
A Memorial, a joyous affair.
It still feels strange. Neither Mother's, nor yours feel like closure. There's just too much to be done.
I've been trying to put words to my thoughts for so long, I fear the things arrayed against us don't need to bother with me. My mind is scattered enough for us all.
I miss you. I'm rather cross at you, but I'll get over that, once I write my own story.
I love you.
It still feels strange. Neither Mother's, nor yours feel like closure. There's just too much to be done.
I've been trying to put words to my thoughts for so long, I fear the things arrayed against us don't need to bother with me. My mind is scattered enough for us all.
I miss you. I'm rather cross at you, but I'll get over that, once I write my own story.
I love you.
Written By Edain
March 5, 2017, 2:49 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
Lyon's Redoubt is a place that is stepped in fond memories for me. There was an apple orchard there where they brewed a delicious dark cider. Vance, Tabitha and Valen used to go there to drink and to solve all of Arvum's problems. There was no day that I was more excited than when I was knighted and I was for the first time invited to join them.
That is why it makes me glad to see that the Lyon's Redoubt is in capable hands. Marquessa Demura is a skilled knight, has a good head for tactics and strategy, and has a boundless love for her people. It is good that she is here to help us fight the storm that is on the way.
That is why it makes me glad to see that the Lyon's Redoubt is in capable hands. Marquessa Demura is a skilled knight, has a good head for tactics and strategy, and has a boundless love for her people. It is good that she is here to help us fight the storm that is on the way.
Written By Simone
March 5, 2017, 1:43 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
To the Gentle Reader:
There are still so many of you that I have not met. There is one, the most important one, that I have not met yet. There will be months before I meet them, and yet I have been busy writing these letters to the Journals for them. Trying to let them see that while the days have grown dire, while the world has become an unknown and quite frightening place, that there is - and will always be - so much hope and promise.
This letter is for you, my sweet secret. My as yet to be met visitor that shares the same space as I do. Unseen, but each night I can perfectly envision the color of your eyes - the shells of your ears - the perfectly sweet curl of your fingers around mine. I am not often sentimental. But, in these Journals you will be reminded that there was a time where I once was. That you will know how much there was to share with you. There are other letters, apart from these, lengthy and private that I will give to you once you are older. My history and yours. About how you came to be. About others. Once you read those I hope that you will have a better understanding of me, and in doing so, better understand yourself.
There is so much that I cannot plan for, so much that I cannot promise for fear of making myself a liar. But, there are also promises that I can make, vows i can keep...
I promise that you will always be adored. I will remind you as often as I can. Each day, every night.
I will tell you to take chances, as many as you can handle. I will remind you to trust yourself. I will promise to trust you.
I know that you will make many mistakes. So will I. I will let you make mistakes, and feel the weight of them. I promise to challenge you to push through them, and not allow your fear of failure to stop you.
I promise to be active, and be the inspiration that you need that will move you in whichever direction you need, or want, to go in.
If you are ever angry or frustrated, I will promise to listen. If you need space, I will promise patience and give you the room to breathe.
I promise honesty and will expect this from you in return, even on days when the trust might hurt.
I will promise to protect you to the best of my ability - and this might be the only promise that will strain, because there are so many unknowns associated with it.
Mostly, my sweet secret, I will promise that you will know love in all of its forms.
M. Simone Greenmarch
1/14/1006 AR.
There are still so many of you that I have not met. There is one, the most important one, that I have not met yet. There will be months before I meet them, and yet I have been busy writing these letters to the Journals for them. Trying to let them see that while the days have grown dire, while the world has become an unknown and quite frightening place, that there is - and will always be - so much hope and promise.
This letter is for you, my sweet secret. My as yet to be met visitor that shares the same space as I do. Unseen, but each night I can perfectly envision the color of your eyes - the shells of your ears - the perfectly sweet curl of your fingers around mine. I am not often sentimental. But, in these Journals you will be reminded that there was a time where I once was. That you will know how much there was to share with you. There are other letters, apart from these, lengthy and private that I will give to you once you are older. My history and yours. About how you came to be. About others. Once you read those I hope that you will have a better understanding of me, and in doing so, better understand yourself.
There is so much that I cannot plan for, so much that I cannot promise for fear of making myself a liar. But, there are also promises that I can make, vows i can keep...
I promise that you will always be adored. I will remind you as often as I can. Each day, every night.
I will tell you to take chances, as many as you can handle. I will remind you to trust yourself. I will promise to trust you.
I know that you will make many mistakes. So will I. I will let you make mistakes, and feel the weight of them. I promise to challenge you to push through them, and not allow your fear of failure to stop you.
I promise to be active, and be the inspiration that you need that will move you in whichever direction you need, or want, to go in.
If you are ever angry or frustrated, I will promise to listen. If you need space, I will promise patience and give you the room to breathe.
I promise honesty and will expect this from you in return, even on days when the trust might hurt.
I will promise to protect you to the best of my ability - and this might be the only promise that will strain, because there are so many unknowns associated with it.
Mostly, my sweet secret, I will promise that you will know love in all of its forms.
M. Simone Greenmarch
1/14/1006 AR.
Written By Denica
March 5, 2017, 1:09 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
What is it, this discordant hum that plies at my ears?
'Tis the rushing horde's advance, an echo through the years.
The grounds a-tremble as 'round Arc they near,
And the King's eyes, they have yet to clear.
'Tis the rushing horde's advance, an echo through the years.
The grounds a-tremble as 'round Arc they near,
And the King's eyes, they have yet to clear.
Written By Victus
March 5, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
It was the pick I suspected. Most people seem to like him. Lark meanwhile gets things done, but she isn't exactly the most charming of women. I don't say that with fucking derision, mind, the Gods know that I'm hardly the easiest man to get along with either.
Can't say I ever expected him to amount to anything. Used to be he didn't even try to prove me wrong. Of late, though, I'm coming around to the idea that he isn't a complete waste of Thrax blood. That there might just be something to Valerius I can come to respect.
Shows you the world's full of fucking surprise and wonder, eh? Heh.
Can't say I ever expected him to amount to anything. Used to be he didn't even try to prove me wrong. Of late, though, I'm coming around to the idea that he isn't a complete waste of Thrax blood. That there might just be something to Valerius I can come to respect.
Shows you the world's full of fucking surprise and wonder, eh? Heh.
Written By Valerius
March 5, 2017, 12:07 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
What an exciting time to be alive. A little terrifying, but mostly exciting. In my lifetime I’ve survived Rebellion, seen our King sleep, seen our King wake, and been set to marry a Grayson. None of those things particularly odd or exciting on their own, but altogether manage to be quite the feat, I think.
Next on the to-do list: Survive a siege. Kill anything that intends to threaten me. Father a boy, though I’d love a little girl just as much. It'd probably be better for me, too. Raise my children into amazing little men and women. Let my sisters shower them with gifts and praise. Be personally complimented when my sisters do this, even though it’s because my kids will be adorable and have nothing to do with them being my kids.
Learn to play the lute. That one’s for Lark, though. Don’t tell her.
Next on the to-do list: Survive a siege. Kill anything that intends to threaten me. Father a boy, though I’d love a little girl just as much. It'd probably be better for me, too. Raise my children into amazing little men and women. Let my sisters shower them with gifts and praise. Be personally complimented when my sisters do this, even though it’s because my kids will be adorable and have nothing to do with them being my kids.
Learn to play the lute. That one’s for Lark, though. Don’t tell her.
Written By Magden
March 5, 2017, 11:59 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Baa baa, black sheep
Renounced her family's name
Threw it back just like a fish
Unsuited to the game
Baa baa, black sheep
Do you think she's mad?
You'd be right.
Renounced her family's name
Threw it back just like a fish
Unsuited to the game
Baa baa, black sheep
Do you think she's mad?
You'd be right.
Written By Percephon
March 5, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
I continue to be amazed at the sheer amount of information in this world, the arts and sciences that exist and how they are tackled. Take for example a prodigal I ran into by happenstance the other day. A taxidermist by nature, even if he didn't refer to himself that way. Growing up, we always had our room of 'trophies', the various creatures that were fine specimens of their kind, preserved to celebrate the hunter that had brought them down.
We talked briefly about the sheer amount of work that goes into this preservation, even if it is so that the head and hide can be worn like a cloak. The careful stitching, the choice of items to replace those parts that could not be preserved. As I was leaving, he mentioned what was next: plucking out the eyes. I couldn't stay, else I would have to witness this. Perhaps it is a morbid thought, but I do believe everything is worth experiencing once. Hopefully, I might run into this man again someday, and help him to pluck out the eyes so that I might see for myself how this art is performed.
We talked briefly about the sheer amount of work that goes into this preservation, even if it is so that the head and hide can be worn like a cloak. The careful stitching, the choice of items to replace those parts that could not be preserved. As I was leaving, he mentioned what was next: plucking out the eyes. I couldn't stay, else I would have to witness this. Perhaps it is a morbid thought, but I do believe everything is worth experiencing once. Hopefully, I might run into this man again someday, and help him to pluck out the eyes so that I might see for myself how this art is performed.
Written By Sigurd
March 5, 2017, 11:27 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
A wrong righted. A past revisited.
A friendship reborn? Time will tell...Have to survive all this Doom first.
A friendship reborn? Time will tell...Have to survive all this Doom first.
Written By Dominic
March 5, 2017, 11:03 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
It is easy to be complacent in this city. Everything you could want is just down the street. So when your house calls you to duty and puts that fire on your ass to get to work it really gets all the all the gears moving. It is a good thing to be in the thick of it, watching movements and drills take place in preperations. Nothing has changed from my time.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.