Written By Reese
Feb. 23, 2017, 6:24 a.m.(12/21/1005 AR)
The bittersweet of victory
She came from the ashes. With tears upon her lashes.
With adoring hot upon her gaze. Within the whiskey haze.
With sorrow upon heart. Together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Whiskey mountain reverie.
I said i would and said I should and I said I could.
The burden is on the blade. As it shall be weighed
A challenge was made. My challenge and my blade
First the words were why..why...
The why of tears on lashes. The why of embers in her ashes.
Nightfall in my pale arms. He cannot help his charms.
An apology expressed. An offense addressed.
For a man so idolized with her soft blue eyes.
With adoring flame of gaze. The heated whiskey haze
The sorrow in her heart. That together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Her memory. The Whiskey reverie
No love where heart not yearn. No lust where eyes not burn
The burden is on the blade. This duel was no true aid.
For my cousin of the soft blue gaze. Onto their grounds, I ablaze.
Before their mourning banners. A duel without the glamour
I had no anger and no pride. Standing mortified.
With the need to follow though. With the need to for a renew
For the offense I had made. To pray upon my blade.
To stand for my name, the Grayson name.
No blame, but my own blame.
To stand for the one I had claimed.
Not her blame, but my blame.
With a Duke’s bumble bees. Did, I strike, at the knees.
Sir Talen, the Dark Knight, I came ready to fight.
I came prepared for the pain. I came ready for the blame.
I came braced for a defeat. This win so bittersweet.
My head held high in shame. For his chest, I did aim.
Blow by blow we stood. I drew the red of his knighthood.
Crimson upon Laurent’s bees. A startled crowd did see
I came for defeat. A win so bittersweet
A hush over the crowd and then he said aloud
For Gloria this day is done. Let us cheer, for she has won.
Why would Gloria bring this euphoria
Upon a this girl who unawares championed upon bright tears
The apology was given and the offense now forgiven
The reason for this fight by the end upright
The blade bare blame not the one with her flames
Let golden one bare no shame.
Niccolo gave grace and honor with words, solo
Sir Talen did take the blade to give his Archduke his aid.
At risk time and time again to defend a domain and never to complain
To gloria who brought this euphoria. A win so bittersweet.
Let tears not wet her lashes. Let her rise from the ashes.
Let the whiskey mountain be a reverie in our memory.
She came from the ashes. With tears upon her lashes.
With adoring hot upon her gaze. Within the whiskey haze.
With sorrow upon heart. Together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Whiskey mountain reverie.
I said i would and said I should and I said I could.
The burden is on the blade. As it shall be weighed
A challenge was made. My challenge and my blade
First the words were why..why...
The why of tears on lashes. The why of embers in her ashes.
Nightfall in my pale arms. He cannot help his charms.
An apology expressed. An offense addressed.
For a man so idolized with her soft blue eyes.
With adoring flame of gaze. The heated whiskey haze
The sorrow in her heart. That together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Her memory. The Whiskey reverie
No love where heart not yearn. No lust where eyes not burn
The burden is on the blade. This duel was no true aid.
For my cousin of the soft blue gaze. Onto their grounds, I ablaze.
Before their mourning banners. A duel without the glamour
I had no anger and no pride. Standing mortified.
With the need to follow though. With the need to for a renew
For the offense I had made. To pray upon my blade.
To stand for my name, the Grayson name.
No blame, but my own blame.
To stand for the one I had claimed.
Not her blame, but my blame.
With a Duke’s bumble bees. Did, I strike, at the knees.
Sir Talen, the Dark Knight, I came ready to fight.
I came prepared for the pain. I came ready for the blame.
I came braced for a defeat. This win so bittersweet.
My head held high in shame. For his chest, I did aim.
Blow by blow we stood. I drew the red of his knighthood.
Crimson upon Laurent’s bees. A startled crowd did see
I came for defeat. A win so bittersweet
A hush over the crowd and then he said aloud
For Gloria this day is done. Let us cheer, for she has won.
Why would Gloria bring this euphoria
Upon a this girl who unawares championed upon bright tears
The apology was given and the offense now forgiven
The reason for this fight by the end upright
The blade bare blame not the one with her flames
Let golden one bare no shame.
Niccolo gave grace and honor with words, solo
Sir Talen did take the blade to give his Archduke his aid.
At risk time and time again to defend a domain and never to complain
To gloria who brought this euphoria. A win so bittersweet.
Let tears not wet her lashes. Let her rise from the ashes.
Let the whiskey mountain be a reverie in our memory.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 23, 2017, 3:55 a.m.(12/21/1005 AR)
**Penmanship is horrid. Barely legible, spelling awful.*
Ain't knowin waz happened. Twas quick.
Twice be struck wit succor 'n with me roads changin.
Velenosa.
Iz it be the right choice? Twill find out.
Till then. Marks begotten. Silver ta be made.
Ain't knowin waz happened. Twas quick.
Twice be struck wit succor 'n with me roads changin.
Velenosa.
Iz it be the right choice? Twill find out.
Till then. Marks begotten. Silver ta be made.
Written By Killian
Feb. 22, 2017, 11:37 p.m.(12/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
When I first returned to Arx, Princess Reese and I sparred at the training center, as much to help me settle after the journey as any real training. I bested her easily, and at the time I thought she perhaps not seriously devoted to the study of the sword.. To see the progress that she has made, from then until tonight when she drew first blood with a worthy blow against the Sword of Velenosa. It is astounding to behold the improvement that her dedication and efforts have produced, especially in such short time. Her skill is not merely formidable, it is awe inspiring, and I fear that now I would barely provide a workout for her should we spar once again.
Written By Rainier
Feb. 22, 2017, 10:45 p.m.(12/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
It is not often you find someone so comfortable in their own skin. This one asks a lot of questions and her aim is true; she must be trained to do so, seeking weakness in a conversation like a warrior does on the battlefield. I am not yet sure if it is less deadly a skill than swinging a blade, either.
Written By Rainier
Feb. 22, 2017, 10:42 p.m.(12/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
Aerlys? Eirlys...? That lady has some of the quickest ankles I have seen, and her reflexes are excellent. She claims to rely on other means than what I have trained to do and - I have little doubt - could wield her sword with the same effortless ease.
We must learn from her. I should make sure she joins our yard sessions.
We must learn from her. I should make sure she joins our yard sessions.
Written By Arcelia
Feb. 22, 2017, 6:59 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
I enjoy the mornings greatly, the feeling of the young sun on my face reminds me of my family's embrace. I enjoy the night because the sky looks like a blanket of hope. But what I enjoy most is the company of those I love, whether they are friends or family. I often feel my own youth and naievity but it cannot be helped. Some people come into your life to help teach you an array of lessons and we can either accept those people and the lessons they have to offer or we can choose to foolishly deny ourselves the opportunities given.
So many people complain about what they do not have but they do not seek to use what they do have. They see the door that was crafted with the most skill and pursue it above all else and miss that there is a window behind the tattered curtains to their left. My life may not always be glamorous but it is mine and I will not waste it.
Today I invited Lord Ford Kennex to meet with me and he was kind to stand for me when he believed I was being insulted. The individual who he thought insulted me and himself both have a place in my life, one more than the other, and each had at least one lesson for me today.
From Lord Kennex I learned that I have a new friend who will rise and defend me, that armor does not matter if you cannot move in it, and you should always act with a cool head when weapons are involved. (I knew that last part already, really, but a reminder never hurts.)
From the other individual I learned that I can maintain some measure of calm around people I find difficult to be around. That even when in the past I have felt insulted I can turn around and instead of being cruel I can offer kindness. Instead of yelling and screaming I can offer a lesson of my own and I can do this all without compromising my integrity.
I am forever humbled by the world wrapped around me and I am forever bound to everyone by the world. Each word I speak can spread on wings of hope or waves of poison. What I learn and how I affect the world around me is not always within my control but it is within my control to continue to try. And so I will.
So many people complain about what they do not have but they do not seek to use what they do have. They see the door that was crafted with the most skill and pursue it above all else and miss that there is a window behind the tattered curtains to their left. My life may not always be glamorous but it is mine and I will not waste it.
Today I invited Lord Ford Kennex to meet with me and he was kind to stand for me when he believed I was being insulted. The individual who he thought insulted me and himself both have a place in my life, one more than the other, and each had at least one lesson for me today.
From Lord Kennex I learned that I have a new friend who will rise and defend me, that armor does not matter if you cannot move in it, and you should always act with a cool head when weapons are involved. (I knew that last part already, really, but a reminder never hurts.)
From the other individual I learned that I can maintain some measure of calm around people I find difficult to be around. That even when in the past I have felt insulted I can turn around and instead of being cruel I can offer kindness. Instead of yelling and screaming I can offer a lesson of my own and I can do this all without compromising my integrity.
I am forever humbled by the world wrapped around me and I am forever bound to everyone by the world. Each word I speak can spread on wings of hope or waves of poison. What I learn and how I affect the world around me is not always within my control but it is within my control to continue to try. And so I will.
Written By Arcelia
Feb. 22, 2017, 6:32 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Beyond the silk cloth that sparkles like the night sky are many people who suffer from far more than the war coming to the city. People starve while we have an abundance of food at our tables, people grow ill and have no money for medicine, and winter comes when many do not have a roof and fire to protect them. I was born into some wealth but I have never been blind to the suffering of others. I have helped as much as I have been able in the past but now I must begin anew and find my place again. I must remind myself that as a noble woman I have a responsibility to aid people and help them grow. Sometimes people need a hand to help lift them up again and their lives can be greatly improved by the ones who give them the chance. It is a challenge I face but I will face it with shoulders held high and I will not turn away from those in need.
Written By Arcelia
Feb. 22, 2017, 6:25 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
I have not been in Arx long but already I have much to do. First there is the party that is being planned so that I can be introduced to the many nobles in the city. I look forward to what is planned but most specifically I look forward to dancing with them. There is so much violence around us all right now that I am hoping a bit of wine and dance will help people remember what they are fighting for.
Written By Marius
Feb. 22, 2017, 3:28 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Owning one's fealty and earning it are different things. Let it never be said that Prince Edain does the former without the latter. In all interactions, he seems to value my input, as a man, a vassal, and a Prodigal. I believe he truly does see the difference between my family and his as a strength, which makes him something of a rarity. He is honourable and brave, even bold - you will find few characteristics than those more admired by Greenmarchers. While I am his vassal by law because of my father, I would choose to follow him myself tomorrow if I had to make the decision. He, almost on his own, has made bending the knee a positive thing, in my mind.
Written By Margot
Feb. 22, 2017, 2:27 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
A year ago I never would have imagined I would turn up the opportunity to have a lovely new umbra or aesterna dress for my wedding in favor of buying sturdy jerkin tunic for a score of soldiers instead. My seasilk frock will have to do and hopefully Dagon will not be disappointed.
When we make some headway against these foul forces though I shall celebrate with something truly lovely.
When we make some headway against these foul forces though I shall celebrate with something truly lovely.
Written By Marius
Feb. 22, 2017, 1:55 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
The next messenger who interrupts me when I'm eating is going to get put through a wall.
Unless I'm about to eat poison, leave me alone, you thrice-damned annoyances.
Today, anyway.
Unless I'm about to eat poison, leave me alone, you thrice-damned annoyances.
Today, anyway.
Written By Lark
Feb. 22, 2017, 1:20 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Hundreds of years of inertia have facilitated the casting of House Thrax as our ready and willing villains. Just as we now exist in the midst of a grand awakening, whereupon select individuals within our population have opened their eyes to truth, there is yet more ignorance to dissolve within ourselves of a very human nature.
I see before me a People indoctrinated into a system that, yes, varies greatly from that of our own -- neither more or less flawed than the other. I bid you not to forget in your haste to denounce them that our beloved Queen, my own cousin by law whom I mourn to this very day, was a Sea Serpent long before she ever shed her skin to become a Griffin.
Casting aside age-old stigma and historical subversion to peace is no easy feat but it is what I beg of you nonetheless. Now is not the day in which we crumble from within, turning against one another with pointed finger and sword. I am no Godsworn Sister. I am guilty as easily as any woman of just this but I acknowledge and endeavor to listen, to watch and to withhold judgment. Answer the long-planted seed of derision in your hearts with a contagion of conscience, understanding, and patience.
Change and peace are possible.
I see before me a People indoctrinated into a system that, yes, varies greatly from that of our own -- neither more or less flawed than the other. I bid you not to forget in your haste to denounce them that our beloved Queen, my own cousin by law whom I mourn to this very day, was a Sea Serpent long before she ever shed her skin to become a Griffin.
Casting aside age-old stigma and historical subversion to peace is no easy feat but it is what I beg of you nonetheless. Now is not the day in which we crumble from within, turning against one another with pointed finger and sword. I am no Godsworn Sister. I am guilty as easily as any woman of just this but I acknowledge and endeavor to listen, to watch and to withhold judgment. Answer the long-planted seed of derision in your hearts with a contagion of conscience, understanding, and patience.
Change and peace are possible.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
People look at our union strangely. Why would the son of Elton Thrax, murdered by the Tyde, marry their last scion?
If they only knew what we know. I will love you, and protect you, until my last breath. Not because it is what my father would have wanted.
But because it is what I want.
If they only knew what we know. I will love you, and protect you, until my last breath. Not because it is what my father would have wanted.
But because it is what I want.
Written By Dafne
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:48 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
When I was younger, I very much wanted to be tall. Perhaps overwhelmingly, magnificently, awe-inspiringly tall like my almost-cousin Cara, or just modestly on the taller side like my willowy actual cousin Sylvie. To me, these ladies were the epitome of beauty and grace, and, besides, tragic heroines are always tall. It is difficult to be beautifully tragic if you are short and dumpy.
But as I grew--well, not up for the most part, but just grew--it became clear I was destined for a lifetime of staring at people's chests and being a rather awkward dance partner for strapping young men. My governess sought to reassure me by speaking of the advantage of being small, which is that no one can see you coming.
And then you can steal their kneecaps.
I think she may have been joking about the kneecap part.
But as I grew--well, not up for the most part, but just grew--it became clear I was destined for a lifetime of staring at people's chests and being a rather awkward dance partner for strapping young men. My governess sought to reassure me by speaking of the advantage of being small, which is that no one can see you coming.
And then you can steal their kneecaps.
I think she may have been joking about the kneecap part.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
I have been a poor excuse of a Knight. To actually entertain the idea of using people -- innocents! -- to satiate my own selfish pride. It only confirms those words that Victus spoke, before he put a blade through me.
I am not fit to lead Maelstrom.
A true Knight of Mangata would not entertain the idea of war to appease his ego. A true Knight would have never lost in the first place. I was that person once. I can be that person again. Victus has given me the means of my own salvation. I am l the Sword of Maelstrom, and I will serve my countrymen as a true defender once more.
No more ego.
No more pride.
No more of my Dark Reflection.
I am not fit to lead Maelstrom.
A true Knight of Mangata would not entertain the idea of war to appease his ego. A true Knight would have never lost in the first place. I was that person once. I can be that person again. Victus has given me the means of my own salvation. I am l the Sword of Maelstrom, and I will serve my countrymen as a true defender once more.
No more ego.
No more pride.
No more of my Dark Reflection.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:30 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
Rivers move forward, and so must we. I will find something else, just as you did. You helped me more than you know, Zhayla, little Salt Shav with the big sword.
Written By Merek
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:27 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
I met this servant of Petrichor when Princess Drea was asking her for assistance. She is quite the kind person, and seems to have a lot of faith in her Discipleship. I admire that about her.
Written By Merek
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:26 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Drea
I have found out she wishes to restore the Stone Grove, and I will assist in whatever manner it is that I can, even if it is just being a simple Merchant all-in-all. She is fervent about people keeping their faith, Shaman and Pantheon alike. I respect that.
Written By Julea
Feb. 22, 2017, 10:28 a.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Soon, everything is going to be different. I will still be the same body, the same self but in new set of rather shiny shoes. Shoes can really make an outfit, or so I am told by somebody with considerably more fashion sense than me. But less face it a buffalo has more fashion sense than I do.
I am curious what people will think of them, I've been walking around in my old leather boots for so long, it will be quite the change. They will add inches to my height, but I was already quite tall, especially compared to most women in Arx who barely scrape past five feet. I do not know how well I'll be able to walk in them, I suspect I'm going to be stumbling a lot till I get used to them. And while the idea of something as fabulous as a new pair of shiny shoes appeals, I wonder if they will suit me.
The cobbler estimates that they will be done by this time next week.
I am curious what people will think of them, I've been walking around in my old leather boots for so long, it will be quite the change. They will add inches to my height, but I was already quite tall, especially compared to most women in Arx who barely scrape past five feet. I do not know how well I'll be able to walk in them, I suspect I'm going to be stumbling a lot till I get used to them. And while the idea of something as fabulous as a new pair of shiny shoes appeals, I wonder if they will suit me.
The cobbler estimates that they will be done by this time next week.
Written By Eleyna
Feb. 22, 2017, 9:03 a.m.(12/19/1005 AR)
Truth is a potent thing. It has the power to change the course of a life, to change a destiny, to change the world. The truth of a father's weakness. The truth of love's reciprocation. The truth of a world that is stranger and more fantastic than most of us ever dreamed. There are reasons why some people avoid truth. If one is able to lie to everyone, including themselves, they don't need to confront the inevitable change that truth brings.
Those changes are not always positive. Sometimes, the truth can destroy. What does one do when facing that truth? Do you bear it and watch the world as you have known it burn? Do you hide it in hopes of protecting a fragile peace? Is there an answer that will ever satisfy?
Truth sits like a stone in my chest.
Those changes are not always positive. Sometimes, the truth can destroy. What does one do when facing that truth? Do you bear it and watch the world as you have known it burn? Do you hide it in hopes of protecting a fragile peace? Is there an answer that will ever satisfy?
Truth sits like a stone in my chest.
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