Written By Monique
Jan. 15, 2017, 2:24 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
Hurrah for vacations!
Even when taken within the city, its still enjoyable to immerse oneself within another area's culture by visiting their Ward. It also helps if you have friends within that Ward that will help squire you about and show you the best places.
I am still reachable by messenger and appointment, but for the next few days I will be enjoying some leisure time.
Even when taken within the city, its still enjoyable to immerse oneself within another area's culture by visiting their Ward. It also helps if you have friends within that Ward that will help squire you about and show you the best places.
I am still reachable by messenger and appointment, but for the next few days I will be enjoying some leisure time.
Written By Monique
Jan. 15, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Often times I feel as though this man has stolen a portion of my brain and is funneling it through his mouth. He asks the questions I think and shares the ideas that I concoct as well.
We will either kill each other in a fit of 'stop copying me'... or we'll be the best of friends. I'm rather hoping for the latter, though the former would make one HELL of an amusing story.
We will either kill each other in a fit of 'stop copying me'... or we'll be the best of friends. I'm rather hoping for the latter, though the former would make one HELL of an amusing story.
Written By Deva
Jan. 15, 2017, 2:15 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
Hindsight is a luxury. There is little point in dwelling on what was, or what could have been. Balancing not repeating the mistakes of the past, with boldly moving forward? Easier said than done.
People change-- even the ones who try not to. It is better to invest that faith in yourself than set expectations of others to be met with utter disappointment.
People change-- even the ones who try not to. It is better to invest that faith in yourself than set expectations of others to be met with utter disappointment.
Written By Fiachra
Jan. 15, 2017, 1:56 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
I feel like my elk trampled me, dancing a little jig. Before that wasn't too bad, though, and I highly recommend Nightgold whiskey to anyone and everyone. That said...
I've had my first taste of what it's like to make hard decisions. I can't say that I enjoyed it all that much. But we couldn't have saved her; by the time we heard that scream, it was already too far, too late. Perhaps one or two of us might have returned if we had charged in, but I doubt it. There is still mutation going on in those woods, and an animal cunning as well as an inability to feel pain makes our foes considerably more dangerous than mere humans. I agreed to act as guide, and that made their lives my responsibility. I would not - could not - throw them away.
Even more than the warriors, we will need our scholars, our shamans, for the days to come, because when the fighting is done, we'll need to put the world to rights.
Something needs to be done about the tribesmen, yes. But only with those equipped properly to deal with them.
And if I keep repeating all this to myself, will it make me feel any better about having made the right decision?
I've had my first taste of what it's like to make hard decisions. I can't say that I enjoyed it all that much. But we couldn't have saved her; by the time we heard that scream, it was already too far, too late. Perhaps one or two of us might have returned if we had charged in, but I doubt it. There is still mutation going on in those woods, and an animal cunning as well as an inability to feel pain makes our foes considerably more dangerous than mere humans. I agreed to act as guide, and that made their lives my responsibility. I would not - could not - throw them away.
Even more than the warriors, we will need our scholars, our shamans, for the days to come, because when the fighting is done, we'll need to put the world to rights.
Something needs to be done about the tribesmen, yes. But only with those equipped properly to deal with them.
And if I keep repeating all this to myself, will it make me feel any better about having made the right decision?
Written By Aislin
Jan. 15, 2017, 1:24 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
It's so refreshing to get *good* news, for a change. I owe Lady Niamh a debt for that.
Written By Darren
Jan. 15, 2017, 1:09 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Lady Monique Greenmarch is an interesting personality. She reminds me of all of Kieran's good traits, with none of the awful things like sticking frogs in people's boots and beds.
I look forward to learning more about her, and cultivating a strong friendship.
I look forward to learning more about her, and cultivating a strong friendship.
Written By Darren
Jan. 15, 2017, 1 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
I have changed my mind about tea. I still think the hot stuff tastes like dirt water, but the iced brew introduced to me by the Princess Mercy was something I'd like to put whiskey in and serve at a gathering soon enough.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2017, 11:55 a.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
I went to the beach today, after I visited Gloria's Shrine. I walked into the waves and I spoke a prayer to Mangata. I wouldn't want Her to be jealous of my attentions.
I did not ask for anything.
I will not go so far as to call myself a pious man. Too many things matter to me more than the favor of the Gods. But any man (or, I suppose, woman) who has sailed through a proper storm, who has felt Her power course through him and tasted her passion on his lips, knows that She is owed respect and tribute, and only a fool does not give Her what is Her due.
So to you, Mangata most beautiful, I drink this wine in your name.
I did not ask for anything.
I will not go so far as to call myself a pious man. Too many things matter to me more than the favor of the Gods. But any man (or, I suppose, woman) who has sailed through a proper storm, who has felt Her power course through him and tasted her passion on his lips, knows that She is owed respect and tribute, and only a fool does not give Her what is Her due.
So to you, Mangata most beautiful, I drink this wine in your name.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2017, 11:48 a.m.(9/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassandra
The Archlector of Gloria has tasted the bite of steel, and she wears the mark without shame. I can respect that.
I never spent much time praying to Gloria. My soul belongs to Mangata, it always has. But its only polite to give tribute when you're about to enter someone's house. And was is war if not Gloria's demesne? Especially one that will be fought not on the waves.
I never spent much time praying to Gloria. My soul belongs to Mangata, it always has. But its only polite to give tribute when you're about to enter someone's house. And was is war if not Gloria's demesne? Especially one that will be fought not on the waves.
Written By Dominique
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:53 a.m.(9/2/1005 AR)
Sometimes it feel right when I gain a ray of hope, it is stolen from me twice as quickly. I am certain this void will never mend. I pity any who stand in my way now. I will show no mercy after everything that has been taken from me.
Written By Agnarr
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:19 a.m.(9/2/1005 AR)
Didn't know she still had the ability to blush.
Written By Dante
Jan. 15, 2017, 7:32 a.m.(9/2/1005 AR)
These last few days have been rather interesting, to say the least. I have, as per usual, spent a great deal of time in the company of my beloved sister, and with that comes time with her wide array of social contacts. Where I was gifted with a powerful sword arm, she was gifted with a far greater ability - the ability to network. I imagine I will never stop depending on her for such issues, as I hope she can depend on me for issues concerning martial matters. I've also spent more time in the company of the lovely Princess Valencia. She is, to say the least, an utter delight. Just thinking of her has my heart racing, my thoughts soaring on eagle's wings. I find myself counting down the time until I can see her again - which usually isn't long. I get the very distinct feeling that I'm not the only one utterly taken in our relationship, which only makes me want to pursue her more. What a wonderful woman...
Written By Mirari
Jan. 15, 2017, 4:58 a.m.(9/2/1005 AR)
I have found the answer to a question I once posed to others:
Love is hope.
Love is hope.
Written By Calandra
Jan. 15, 2017, 4:53 a.m.(9/2/1005 AR)
A song of Miss Zhalya, the Greyson Melee Alpha
Lady Calypso called. Lady Calypso enthralled
Her voice heard throughout the land
Let the warriors come from the north
Let the champions understand
Let the nobles come forth
Let the commoners hear
Let them fight with all their might.
Honor to the crafters, they are so dear
And come forth they did.
They came to showcase all their might.
They came to win this heated fight.
They came to dominate
And they came to fall, but came they did.
They heard, they saw.
Prince Luca joined in nothing but his breaches, dark skin bare, the peaches stare
Duke Niccole stepped into the fray, still of noble grace even with blood upon his face
Count Max arrived with his hordes of rum and yet still he succumbed
Leta, brave and brawny, of the boroughs, she craved and gave
Lord Inigo, was sly and he was handsome, but will have to retry
Commander Silas stepped into the fray, looking for prey
Lord Darrow of Darkwater was without a smile, but he still beguiled
Miss Vena, short, but strong, she will have no song
Prince Anze, he strode into the melee, thinking make way, it is my day
Lord Ansel with such power, he could now use a whiskey sour
And then she came, Miss Zhalya, the melee's Queen, the Greyson alpha
The Warriors fought and the Warriors sought
Steel upon steel in this ideal melee and Eirene heals
All fall flat before her, Miss Zhalya
Miss Zhalya, the Victor of the Compact Melee. The battalion of the day
Lady Calypso called. Lady Calypso enthralled
Her voice heard throughout the land
Let the warriors come from the north
Let the champions understand
Let the nobles come forth
Let the commoners hear
Let them fight with all their might.
Honor to the crafters, they are so dear
And come forth they did.
They came to showcase all their might.
They came to win this heated fight.
They came to dominate
And they came to fall, but came they did.
They heard, they saw.
Prince Luca joined in nothing but his breaches, dark skin bare, the peaches stare
Duke Niccole stepped into the fray, still of noble grace even with blood upon his face
Count Max arrived with his hordes of rum and yet still he succumbed
Leta, brave and brawny, of the boroughs, she craved and gave
Lord Inigo, was sly and he was handsome, but will have to retry
Commander Silas stepped into the fray, looking for prey
Lord Darrow of Darkwater was without a smile, but he still beguiled
Miss Vena, short, but strong, she will have no song
Prince Anze, he strode into the melee, thinking make way, it is my day
Lord Ansel with such power, he could now use a whiskey sour
And then she came, Miss Zhalya, the melee's Queen, the Greyson alpha
The Warriors fought and the Warriors sought
Steel upon steel in this ideal melee and Eirene heals
All fall flat before her, Miss Zhalya
Miss Zhalya, the Victor of the Compact Melee. The battalion of the day
Written By Inigo
Jan. 15, 2017, 2:39 a.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
Dear journal, it's been an interesting first week in Arx. My family did NOT prepare me for what lay in store when asked to venture north from Southport. Oh their promises were correct about the city, met some interesting people, learned some interesting things, fought some interesting fights, excellent times! The one tiny bit of information that was left out is what most concerns me... If only, ONLY they had informed me that fairy tales are real, well some... the debate is still out on gnomes, I would have arrived with much more than the clothing on my back.
As it stands, I've pledged to fight for the family both on and off the field of battle and am committed to doing so. After all, who best to fight for than the ones you love? However, the battlefield seems large and unfamiliar. More training seems to be in order...
As it stands, I've pledged to fight for the family both on and off the field of battle and am committed to doing so. After all, who best to fight for than the ones you love? However, the battlefield seems large and unfamiliar. More training seems to be in order...
Written By Julea
Jan. 15, 2017, 2:33 a.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
I think you are on to something: Exclusive night time tours of the catacombs, complete with rotting corpses, that pungent smell of decaying flesh, and the adding thrill of nearly getting getting flattened by a wall of rock, or entrails ripped out by walking skeletons.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 15, 2017, 1:51 a.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
I wonder if I can start charging for the experience of stabbing a Bringer. Like some kind of tourism thing.
Come to Arx! Stab a Bringer! With bonus shambling corpse option!
No?
Come to Arx! Stab a Bringer! With bonus shambling corpse option!
No?
Written By Calypso
Jan. 15, 2017, 1:22 a.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
I'm very glad Anze pulled you out of your room kicking and screaming. I miss my friend and confidant. My twin. I'm lost here with out my back up, Freja! Life in the city is not as easy as I've let on.
I was serious when I said I'd barge in to your room with a bottle of whiskey, too. I'll do it!
I was serious when I said I'd barge in to your room with a bottle of whiskey, too. I'll do it!
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 15, 2017, 12:01 a.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
I'm beginning to think that I smell, which is perplexing because I'm pretty sure that I bathe regularly.
Written By Alistair
Jan. 14, 2017, 11:44 p.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
I have lived more then half my life outside the walls of Arx, outside the embrace and comforts of civilization. I have seen the terrors that lurk in the woods that are far more then a howl of a wolf. When I came to Arx and became a Prodigal I quickly learned what I saw with my own eyes was only "Myth" and "Superstition".
Now the same people that mocked me or would call me madman eagerly prepare to face their "new" foe.
A part of me is bitter, and the other is eager to join them.
I only hope it is not to late.
Now the same people that mocked me or would call me madman eagerly prepare to face their "new" foe.
A part of me is bitter, and the other is eager to join them.
I only hope it is not to late.
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