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.
Written By Lyiana
Feb. 1, 2017, 5:57 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
Today I think I shall relax, at least until I need to do some more work. Getting an outfit done for a lord, and then two clothing bags are probably just what I needed to do to get my mind off things. As it stands so far, I overworked myself yesterday and nearly fell asleep at my worktable. Odd how being tired can pull apart your understanding of things.
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 1, 2017, 4:23 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
[Written in precise, but inelegant script.]
Gloria, guide not my hand but my heart,
I will mould myself to your image every day.
I will wield not a sword but honour until it is my art.
May this path be one from which I never stray.
Gloria, protect me not from the sword,
But from dishonour and shameful behaviour.
I will walk with nobility ever onward.
I will lift my sword only in honourable and just combat.
[Written a few lines down, in less precise script.]
Perhaps I should contact a wordsmith.
Gloria, guide not my hand but my heart,
I will mould myself to your image every day.
I will wield not a sword but honour until it is my art.
May this path be one from which I never stray.
Gloria, protect me not from the sword,
But from dishonour and shameful behaviour.
I will walk with nobility ever onward.
I will lift my sword only in honourable and just combat.
[Written a few lines down, in less precise script.]
Perhaps I should contact a wordsmith.
Written By Rowan
Feb. 1, 2017, 4:08 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
There is a song my father would sing before he returned to the roots alongside my mother. Though it has been years since I last heard him sing the words, the haunting tune of it, to lull my sister and me to sleep, it still comes to me in times of trouble.
Nature, nurture, spirits and home
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown
But I've never crossed the river
Braved the forests, braved the stone
Braved the icy winds and fire
Braved and beat them on my own
Yet I'm helpless by the river
Spirits, spirits, what have I done?
I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered mountain, wood, and tribe
Why can't I cross this river?
Pay no mind to the battles you've won
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle
Open your heart and hands, my son
Or you'll never make it over the river
It'll take a lot more than your war drums
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of the many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river
Nature, nurture spirits and home
And together we'll cross the river
(( Modified from 'Humbling River' by Puscifer ))
Nature, nurture, spirits and home
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown
But I've never crossed the river
Braved the forests, braved the stone
Braved the icy winds and fire
Braved and beat them on my own
Yet I'm helpless by the river
Spirits, spirits, what have I done?
I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered mountain, wood, and tribe
Why can't I cross this river?
Pay no mind to the battles you've won
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle
Open your heart and hands, my son
Or you'll never make it over the river
It'll take a lot more than your war drums
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of the many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river
Nature, nurture spirits and home
And together we'll cross the river
(( Modified from 'Humbling River' by Puscifer ))
Written By Tobias
Feb. 1, 2017, 3:31 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
I figured that the Crimson Blades would be contracted by either the Iron Guard, or for Duke Gabriels force. What actually happened was... interesting, but at this point, it works.
With the Crimson Blades officially assigned as auxiliaries to the Iron Guard, the people of Arx will be seeing a lot of us in the coming days.
With the Boroughs situation, I'm fully expecting the Crimson Blades in the Arx Company to earn their pay keeping the peace. If you see them patrolling Traders Home or the outskirts of Arx, remember: each group of Crimson Blades within the city has an Iron Guard consultant, so they know what they're doing.
Those who meet our Companies patrolling the outskirts? They are there for your safety, and as early warning against any invasion force looking to lay siege to Arx. Please, treat them with respect.
With the Crimson Blades officially assigned as auxiliaries to the Iron Guard, the people of Arx will be seeing a lot of us in the coming days.
With the Boroughs situation, I'm fully expecting the Crimson Blades in the Arx Company to earn their pay keeping the peace. If you see them patrolling Traders Home or the outskirts of Arx, remember: each group of Crimson Blades within the city has an Iron Guard consultant, so they know what they're doing.
Those who meet our Companies patrolling the outskirts? They are there for your safety, and as early warning against any invasion force looking to lay siege to Arx. Please, treat them with respect.
Written By Freja
Feb. 1, 2017, 1:53 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
I feel like I am going to be gifted whiskey or the carcass of an elk by this man, but I find little reason to protest against either.
Written By Alis
Feb. 1, 2017, 10:12 a.m.(10/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
It warms my heart to know that you miss our mutual love of stabbing one another Talen. Perhaps soon we can spar, and I can show you my latest shiny precious. I mean, weapon.
Written By Lili
Feb. 1, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(10/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Inigo
Very Handsome, Fantastic Conversationalist, Stealer of Kisses
Written By Anze
Feb. 1, 2017, 8:54 a.m.(10/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Drea
I think had she not already been used to the fact that I'm an idiot she might have slapped me by now.
Written By Talen
Feb. 1, 2017, 7:31 a.m.(10/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
You know, you could just stab the somethings. Or me. You never stab me anymore, your highness.
Written By Silas
Feb. 1, 2017, 3:41 a.m.(10/24/1005 AR)
I wrote a thing.
It is a long thing, but I think the Council will like it.
I think I have hand cramps now.
It is a long thing, but I think the Council will like it.
I think I have hand cramps now.
Written By Lili
Feb. 1, 2017, 3:02 a.m.(10/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Pirate Count with a Big Heart
Written By Drea
Feb. 1, 2017, 2:23 a.m.(10/24/1005 AR)
...and so it begins! Not the result I was expecting, but still a result and one I take as a positive. It could've boiled over, but these waters run deep. People are still not ready for the truth, but more and more are willing. We move ever forward, preserve the cycle and let people never forget.
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