Written By Bethany
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:44 p.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
By the scantified scrot--
No, no. No cursing. How did I not know that my own reception was just around the corner? See. This is what happens when I mope for too long.
No, no. No cursing. How did I not know that my own reception was just around the corner? See. This is what happens when I mope for too long.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Propriety? Really?
Written By Fergus
Feb. 2, 2017, 10:48 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Each day it seems there is something new, whether it is the vanishing of others, their death, uprisings, conflict.
I took the sword down from the mantle to see if I could make right things that went wrong, and I may have found a way to do that in a manner I didn't think about before.
I have been trying to seek opinions of those that aren't noble, but live their lives in the uncertaintity of their future, and I want to give them something to be certain about.
Their own strength. It is something we all look at when we look inside of ourselves, and we wonder if we are strong enough to continue doing what is needed to be done.
When we feel strong, we are sure footed, confident, and we know the next day will not be our last. It makes you calm. It makes you know hope.
I wish to give that to the people.
I took the sword down from the mantle to see if I could make right things that went wrong, and I may have found a way to do that in a manner I didn't think about before.
I have been trying to seek opinions of those that aren't noble, but live their lives in the uncertaintity of their future, and I want to give them something to be certain about.
Their own strength. It is something we all look at when we look inside of ourselves, and we wonder if we are strong enough to continue doing what is needed to be done.
When we feel strong, we are sure footed, confident, and we know the next day will not be our last. It makes you calm. It makes you know hope.
I wish to give that to the people.
Written By Jasher
Feb. 2, 2017, 10:25 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
An excellent weaponsmith. He put a better edge on my blade in an hour than I've done in weeks with my whetstone.
Written By Cecilia
Feb. 2, 2017, 9:01 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
I love my brother dearly.
One day, I will finally get to know him.
One day, I will finally get to know him.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 2, 2017, 8:49 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
How does one write the sound of an uncertain and disapproving grunt?
Hrm?
Hrm?
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 2, 2017, 8:17 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rainier
A knight who has returned to His Majesty's royal guard. I found him somewhat grating to begin with. As time progresses I am noticing the capacity for wisdom in his typically casual manner. I can respect that.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 2, 2017, 8:17 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rainier
A knight who has returned to His Majesty's royal guard. I found him somewhat grating to begin with. As time progresses I am noticing the capacity for wisdom in his typically casual manner. I can respect that.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 2, 2017, 8:15 a.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Dear Diary,
It has clearly been some time since I've witnessed my original home before taking my vow. I've been assured that it has been a great deal of time if I've forgotten the taste of the Redoubt's rubylicious apples and the juicy, thick, robust, girth of the most mouth-watering and filling apples ever grown.
Some day perhaps I will visit Dicken's Cider & Apple Orchard personally in order to collect a few fresh rubylicious treats. I imagine that Dauntless would eat every one in sight.
Love,
Rymarr
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In the event that you and yours find yourselves reading this: As before, my outlook and stance has not altered. I am merely waiting for your move. I am patient.
It has clearly been some time since I've witnessed my original home before taking my vow. I've been assured that it has been a great deal of time if I've forgotten the taste of the Redoubt's rubylicious apples and the juicy, thick, robust, girth of the most mouth-watering and filling apples ever grown.
Some day perhaps I will visit Dicken's Cider & Apple Orchard personally in order to collect a few fresh rubylicious treats. I imagine that Dauntless would eat every one in sight.
Love,
Rymarr
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In the event that you and yours find yourselves reading this: As before, my outlook and stance has not altered. I am merely waiting for your move. I am patient.
Written By Julea
Feb. 2, 2017, 5:30 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Things have been in something of a turmoil over the last few days, and I am eager to put my feet to solid ground again. I want to know where I stand, so I can start walking again. I've never been good with uncertainty.
So I have been trying to stay focused on the funding and support for the boroughs, and it has been going well. Almost everyone I have asked has come through with an offer of food, medical supplies, housing, funding, training, and many of them have more than exceeded my expectations.
And I hope that it is enough to smooth things over. That we lose no more of our people to that Herald. That we can in turn focus on the real threat. I think that is what they're trying to do, make us fight each other, encourage this civil unrest between the Crown and the Faith. To turn the people against each other, because a people divided, is much easier to defeat. They paint the picture that we already expect. And we've fallen for it before, haven't we? Deluded into ignoring the real enemy, and doing their work for them.
Maybe I'm just paranoid and my mind is working over time trying to think about just about everything but the feet that are so close to slipping from beneath me.
Also I bought a dress. A fucking expensive sea-silk dress of a Thraxian style that I really ought not to of. But it is beautiful and I do not know that I will wear it. Maybe just hang it up on the wall like a picture.
I guess I need to find my sea-legs.
So I have been trying to stay focused on the funding and support for the boroughs, and it has been going well. Almost everyone I have asked has come through with an offer of food, medical supplies, housing, funding, training, and many of them have more than exceeded my expectations.
And I hope that it is enough to smooth things over. That we lose no more of our people to that Herald. That we can in turn focus on the real threat. I think that is what they're trying to do, make us fight each other, encourage this civil unrest between the Crown and the Faith. To turn the people against each other, because a people divided, is much easier to defeat. They paint the picture that we already expect. And we've fallen for it before, haven't we? Deluded into ignoring the real enemy, and doing their work for them.
Maybe I'm just paranoid and my mind is working over time trying to think about just about everything but the feet that are so close to slipping from beneath me.
Also I bought a dress. A fucking expensive sea-silk dress of a Thraxian style that I really ought not to of. But it is beautiful and I do not know that I will wear it. Maybe just hang it up on the wall like a picture.
I guess I need to find my sea-legs.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 2:36 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Sorry, scholar, I've got purple paint all up my-
No, no, I'm not painting a house. Well, aye, I am, but this isn't from that.
What? Oh, a giant phallus out in the Lyceum ward.
Don't make that face. People need a different thing to laugh about at the moment. Don't think Jayus will grant me any blessings, but it's not even white-wash, goes away with a rain or two.
Of -course- I know these journals are public. How's anyone going to know it's a joke and not a declaration of rooster fights?
No, no, I'm not painting a house. Well, aye, I am, but this isn't from that.
What? Oh, a giant phallus out in the Lyceum ward.
Don't make that face. People need a different thing to laugh about at the moment. Don't think Jayus will grant me any blessings, but it's not even white-wash, goes away with a rain or two.
Of -course- I know these journals are public. How's anyone going to know it's a joke and not a declaration of rooster fights?
Written By Merek
Feb. 2, 2017, 1:43 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
The Princess is quite an intelligent woman, with much willpower. Willing to do what she needs to when required. I talked to her at the Shrine of the Thirteenth, and she had quite a bit of insight to give to me.
Written By Merek
Feb. 2, 2017, 1:40 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
I've not spoken to this woman much, but she seems to be a curiosity amongst the people I've met. Often as smiling and laughing like I tend to be sometimes. I hope that we can become friends, regardless what some might think about her.
Written By Merek
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:49 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Drea
I have become acquainted with Princess Drea, who is fairly smart when it comes to scholarly pursuits. It seems not all agree with her however. I for one trust the woman, and would like to learn more of what she has to say. Quite wise.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:29 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
Esera is dead.
Uncle Niccolo is now Archduke.
Esera dressed like a grieving bride to confront he that kept her from what should have been one of the happiest day of her life.
I'm assuming, anyway.
I don't see her doing anything else but fighting for her right to happiness. It's not always so easy for some, and that she found hers-
I can't stay here too long. It makes me feel guilty, to have a spot of light in a world that has gone dark for so many.
Cousin Esera. Clever, brilliant, lovely kinswoman.
Uncle Niccolo is now Archduke.
Esera dressed like a grieving bride to confront he that kept her from what should have been one of the happiest day of her life.
I'm assuming, anyway.
I don't see her doing anything else but fighting for her right to happiness. It's not always so easy for some, and that she found hers-
I can't stay here too long. It makes me feel guilty, to have a spot of light in a world that has gone dark for so many.
Cousin Esera. Clever, brilliant, lovely kinswoman.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:21 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
The Auction for the Fashion Show was incredible, so many generous patrons of the arts, it was a sight to see.
I'm a little overwhelmed still; I won a gorgeous painting by my near-brother, Fortunato, and.... there are no words. I want to display it somewhere public but I've not the clue where.
Myri would be proud of the attention paid to her dress. It was ...
...well.
The others did well to, little Lyiana ran off with a -fortune-.
Larissa Whisper, you are a wonder.
I'm a little overwhelmed still; I won a gorgeous painting by my near-brother, Fortunato, and.... there are no words. I want to display it somewhere public but I've not the clue where.
Myri would be proud of the attention paid to her dress. It was ...
...well.
The others did well to, little Lyiana ran off with a -fortune-.
Larissa Whisper, you are a wonder.
Written By Darren
Feb. 1, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
We were bonded by fate, you and I, but bound by will.
You were more than an ally to me, Esera. You were my friend, my confidant. This is a loss that hits hard and heavy. You will never be forgotten. Your death will be avenged. No one will harm you unpunished.
I'll stand by the promise I made you there in the ocean. We looked like fools such fools, didn't we? But the words we spoke ring all the more true now. I couldn't protect you there on that bridge. But I will not fail you.
I will miss you, my friend. Until we meet again.
You were more than an ally to me, Esera. You were my friend, my confidant. This is a loss that hits hard and heavy. You will never be forgotten. Your death will be avenged. No one will harm you unpunished.
I'll stand by the promise I made you there in the ocean. We looked like fools such fools, didn't we? But the words we spoke ring all the more true now. I couldn't protect you there on that bridge. But I will not fail you.
I will miss you, my friend. Until we meet again.
Written By Calypso
Feb. 1, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
There is no amount of poetry or flowery words that would do you justice. And certainly not written by me. So I will say simply this:
You were loved and respected. You held the mantle of your position with dignity and grace. And I will sorely miss our chats. I am not often gifted with the presence of one so strong and I fear I will not be again for some time. Loss is felt in ripples. The wake left behind by your departure from this world will be felt for some time.
As to the fate of the one who took you from this life, I have but to look to your family words. - No one may harm us unpunished.
You were loved and respected. You held the mantle of your position with dignity and grace. And I will sorely miss our chats. I am not often gifted with the presence of one so strong and I fear I will not be again for some time. Loss is felt in ripples. The wake left behind by your departure from this world will be felt for some time.
As to the fate of the one who took you from this life, I have but to look to your family words. - No one may harm us unpunished.
Written By Lark
Feb. 1, 2017, 10:19 p.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I don't know what all the fuss is about. Quite frankly, I find him to be extremely reasonable.
Written By Muiryn
Feb. 1, 2017, 6:27 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
Roark, Marcel and Maeve were some amongst many who came to watch the passing parade at the March. Seemed every man and his mongrel came out to watch Myrna's youngest stumble back on the long march to defend our way. "Fuck", I mumbled as I drew to line, and my brother came to slap me on the back with due regard; Murdoch had put me through the pit a hundred times after my first march, having shown up alone weeks later, rest assured.
Seemed half of the Greenwood turned out to see us leave they lined the long road as we took to the elks, some on foot. They howled it up around up but we were only looking to the future for freedom. I can barely remember us then, looking young strong and clean; kitted out in our hides and greens.
Seemed like months in the rock and forest boarders of Valardin and Telmar lands. On a four-week long skirmish where every single step could be your last one with both legs. Was what I figure living in the abyss would be; falling men, fighting a war as much around you as you are within yourself-- but you can't let your brothers down, not less they have you finished off. So you close your eyes, thought of just about anything else. Someone yelled "dragons!" -- another brother swore then we charged in with an earth shaking roar.
Then Murdoch was cleaved from his elk the day his first boy back home learnt to ride one. Spirits save me, he laughed for having to walk home to rest the beast, too.
And I can still see Murdoch with a flask in his hand, in his prime, in the tavern of the Greenwood.
And I can still hear Murdoch a screaming mess of bleeding flesh.. couldn't have recognised his legs.
You see the Reckoning's legends neglected to mention mud; the fear, the blood, the wails, the tension.
Ma's fables were beyond comprehension, didn't seem quite real until we were in our own story. Chaos and confusion, the fire and steel-- arrow heads in my back I didn't even feel.
Not a Shaman yet can tell me why I can't get to sleep, or some days I can't hardly eat. And the glimpse of blue fields with white dragon overhead still burns me to my core, still fuels my grief. Why the shaking of my hands still comes and goes like the dreams-- just wish I knew what it means.
Spirits help me, I was only eighteen.
Seemed half of the Greenwood turned out to see us leave they lined the long road as we took to the elks, some on foot. They howled it up around up but we were only looking to the future for freedom. I can barely remember us then, looking young strong and clean; kitted out in our hides and greens.
Seemed like months in the rock and forest boarders of Valardin and Telmar lands. On a four-week long skirmish where every single step could be your last one with both legs. Was what I figure living in the abyss would be; falling men, fighting a war as much around you as you are within yourself-- but you can't let your brothers down, not less they have you finished off. So you close your eyes, thought of just about anything else. Someone yelled "dragons!" -- another brother swore then we charged in with an earth shaking roar.
Then Murdoch was cleaved from his elk the day his first boy back home learnt to ride one. Spirits save me, he laughed for having to walk home to rest the beast, too.
And I can still see Murdoch with a flask in his hand, in his prime, in the tavern of the Greenwood.
And I can still hear Murdoch a screaming mess of bleeding flesh.. couldn't have recognised his legs.
You see the Reckoning's legends neglected to mention mud; the fear, the blood, the wails, the tension.
Ma's fables were beyond comprehension, didn't seem quite real until we were in our own story. Chaos and confusion, the fire and steel-- arrow heads in my back I didn't even feel.
Not a Shaman yet can tell me why I can't get to sleep, or some days I can't hardly eat. And the glimpse of blue fields with white dragon overhead still burns me to my core, still fuels my grief. Why the shaking of my hands still comes and goes like the dreams-- just wish I knew what it means.
Spirits help me, I was only eighteen.
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