Written By Max
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:58 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
I saw that Alarie was making a mask for Darrow.
He wanted a mask with a dour frown - I think it was one of those comedy and drama masks.
I saw the order in her store.
I edited the order.
Darrow will look so happy!
He wanted a mask with a dour frown - I think it was one of those comedy and drama masks.
I saw the order in her store.
I edited the order.
Darrow will look so happy!
Written By Mason
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
After my bout of illness, I found myself in the presence of a man who seemed to know a great deal more than I did. And about a subject that I really ought to know more about. I even wanted to look into this particular topic of interest, I just haven't had the time for it. Seems to me, now I may finally have something to research this in at a more properly ability to do so. Which is good. Either way, I should pick his mind more.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Still no word.
Please let the silence be her coming home to me, and not-
Please let the silence be her coming home to me, and not-
Written By Dominique
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:29 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
I feel like a puzzle piece in the wrong box some days. Days I want to shake every brick down into dust out of anger. Everywhere I look, I am not a part of anything. I sit alone and draw war machines. My head is going to hurt in the morning I can feel it. I still do not understand this fun. I rightly do not belong. I am scribbling on. I will keep drinking the pain away so the shadows stay away. The darkness doesn't seep.. so I can get some sleep.
Written By Calypso
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:25 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
This is just the beginning. A thousand times yes.
Written By Sylvie
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:24 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
I am sorry. I did not wish you to share this heartache. I do not know that I even have a good answer for you. I have cut myself away to avoid pain, and is that truly wise?
May the gods keep you safe in the Grey Forest. May you take your vengeance on the Bringers and leave a legend in your wake. You deserve that, at least.
May the gods keep you safe in the Grey Forest. May you take your vengeance on the Bringers and leave a legend in your wake. You deserve that, at least.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:20 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
I think the mask wasn't exactly to my specifications.
Someone turned the frown upside down.
I suspect Maximilian's doing.
Someone turned the frown upside down.
I suspect Maximilian's doing.
Written By Anze
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Never has the word yes been so nice to hear.
Written By Elrych
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:10 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
The sisters were interested in my journy to Arx. I told them of the lake just north of here with plenty of trout to take. I smoked what I didn't eat for the journy with the upcomming battle. Lady Anabella was curious about it having a smell, I hope I reassured her. I hope the Marquessa will enjoy it when we venture out on our mission.
Written By Elrych
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:07 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Anabelle Lyonesse, my Leige and Lady seems interested in the pipe I smoke and it's contents. The Mixture my people ritually smoke before battle she claims may find the family some fortune. I know the family has entered economic hardship recently. I am happy to help any way I can but I'm not sure it's a better high than this Haze her and her sister speak of. We shall see it's usefullness.
Written By Fairen
Feb. 12, 2017, 9:40 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Who knew that Thraxians had parties?
Really, though, it was a rousing success and quite the experience for my first week in Arx. I shall have to remember to send something nice to House Thrax in the future.
Really, though, it was a rousing success and quite the experience for my first week in Arx. I shall have to remember to send something nice to House Thrax in the future.
Written By Reese
Feb. 12, 2017, 9:25 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
I am going with Duke Cristoph into the van of the battle.
Thank Gloria that I am recovered in time to still attend.
And to keep my word to him.
Thank Gloria that I am recovered in time to still attend.
And to keep my word to him.
Written By Lianne
Feb. 12, 2017, 9:24 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Once, there was a village beyond the reach of the Grey River, in the lower stretch of the Red Mountains. It was held by Clan Blood Oak and tolerated by the nearby landholders. In a grove not far from the village stood an elven shrine made of oak which had been tended to by both the shav'arvani and Compact alike.
About a year and a half ago, the shrine was destroyed, and the villagers who watched over it were torn limb from limb, decimated by forces far stronger than they. Upon the ruined shrine, a bone altar was built, standing about three feet high and slightly wider, requiring dozens of bodies for its construction. If the altar served a purpose beyond sending an unsettling message, I was never able to discern it. We dismantled it, spoke prayers to the spirits, and burned the bones in an offering of rum.
The shrine was irreparable. It was not ours to either understand or repair, and it had gone a year and a half without anyone else taking action. It was already forgotten.
And now, it is gone. The shrine, the grove, the village. All of it has been removed from Arvum as if it never existed. A few of us remember. We were there. We witnessed the wreckage. We cleaned up the mess. I write this now so that you might remember, too, so that this thing may not be stolen from us in its entirety.
About a year and a half ago, the shrine was destroyed, and the villagers who watched over it were torn limb from limb, decimated by forces far stronger than they. Upon the ruined shrine, a bone altar was built, standing about three feet high and slightly wider, requiring dozens of bodies for its construction. If the altar served a purpose beyond sending an unsettling message, I was never able to discern it. We dismantled it, spoke prayers to the spirits, and burned the bones in an offering of rum.
The shrine was irreparable. It was not ours to either understand or repair, and it had gone a year and a half without anyone else taking action. It was already forgotten.
And now, it is gone. The shrine, the grove, the village. All of it has been removed from Arvum as if it never existed. A few of us remember. We were there. We witnessed the wreckage. We cleaned up the mess. I write this now so that you might remember, too, so that this thing may not be stolen from us in its entirety.
Written By Elrych
Feb. 12, 2017, 9:07 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
As Strong as you are Beautiful, and you are very lovely. It's of my experiance that they don't make woman like you. It is an honor to serve you and your Family so that mine may stay safe as it has been for generations now.
Written By Leta
Feb. 12, 2017, 8:50 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
I got all my steel cleaned up and ready, and my armor mended. I'm just waiting on the Captain-General's orders or else for things to turn sour, and I'll be ready as ready can be.
Done all my prayers to all the gods, though some were harder than others to think what to ask for or how to honor them. I'm just missing the Thirteenth, but I think I'll go to the shrine and see. Maybe I'll watch other folk, though I'm still not fond of mirrors. I've my own mirror and that's enough.
There's the lost ones too, but I don't know anything about those, so I wouldn't know how to start. I could give some coin to the godsworn that's cleaning the place, but I don't know if I ought to.
I also have to ask what's with things that come in threes, anyway? I've seen a lot of those and it makes a woman think and not in a good way.
Done all my prayers to all the gods, though some were harder than others to think what to ask for or how to honor them. I'm just missing the Thirteenth, but I think I'll go to the shrine and see. Maybe I'll watch other folk, though I'm still not fond of mirrors. I've my own mirror and that's enough.
There's the lost ones too, but I don't know anything about those, so I wouldn't know how to start. I could give some coin to the godsworn that's cleaning the place, but I don't know if I ought to.
I also have to ask what's with things that come in threes, anyway? I've seen a lot of those and it makes a woman think and not in a good way.
Written By Tomwell
Feb. 12, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
A most gracious host and one who I would happily see again, with or without my violin.
Written By Tomwell
Feb. 12, 2017, 8:46 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
My dear brother. Do not get any clever ideas. I know where you sleep. I am absolutely not going to dust your bed with powdered peppers or anything of the sort.
Written By Maude
Feb. 12, 2017, 8:34 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
The die is cast, or it will be soon enough.
I am not at all fond of games of chance. There is always a risk in war, there are always odds of success and of failure, but I find part of a military commander's job is to whittle away at sources of uncertainty and to diminish the role played by luck in the tides of battle. To turn a game of cards into a game of chess.
It cannot be done entirely, of course, there are too many things one cannot control. But the more a general knows, the better she can assess likely outcomes, for better and for worse. And, if for worse, to avoid the fight entirely, if possible. We have no such luck. I have done some whittling at uncertainty over the past few weeks, but hardly enough that I can guess at what will happen.
I expect that's where the gods come in. In the roll of the dice.
I am not at all fond of games of chance. There is always a risk in war, there are always odds of success and of failure, but I find part of a military commander's job is to whittle away at sources of uncertainty and to diminish the role played by luck in the tides of battle. To turn a game of cards into a game of chess.
It cannot be done entirely, of course, there are too many things one cannot control. But the more a general knows, the better she can assess likely outcomes, for better and for worse. And, if for worse, to avoid the fight entirely, if possible. We have no such luck. I have done some whittling at uncertainty over the past few weeks, but hardly enough that I can guess at what will happen.
I expect that's where the gods come in. In the roll of the dice.
Written By Sigurd
Feb. 12, 2017, 8:33 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Nosy, opinionated, and stubborn. A perfect man of the Faith and a perfect Scholar. And a good comrade for what was surely one of the strangest missions I have ever been on. And that's saying something.
Written By Sigurd
Feb. 12, 2017, 8:33 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jackson
He brought rum into Nightgold lands and called my men 'boyo'. Said a prayer over those he did not need to. I hardly know the man, even after a week with only him and two others for company, but that alone warrants some respect.
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