Written By Kiera
Nov. 22, 2020, 12:23 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
Written By Calista
Nov. 22, 2020, 12:10 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Written By Venturo
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:04 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Written By Venturo
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:02 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
Written By Ashlinn
Nov. 22, 2020, 7:40 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Except for this red-haired lass that looked like she hadn't eaten in a week, her forearm not even big around as my wrist, and I STILL lost ten silver to her in an arm-wrestling match.
Written By Noelle
Nov. 22, 2020, 7:26 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
at least so he said before he was old.
With aged blue eyes limned with wise light
he told me the way my bad luck to right.
Now here I sit putting ink to parchment,
assured that the only cure to my ailment,
is to Vellichor's archive to submit a poem.
And if you, stranger, would help banish mayhem,
And help this bad luck sink,
then set your quill into ink,
to be one of at least thirteen
to record a poem true and serene.
Written By Ravna
Nov. 22, 2020, 6:31 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Now you see me? Now you...
Written By Felicia
Nov. 22, 2020, 5:10 a.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
She made Her presence known, in this, Her city. And while I am neither Harlequin nor Godsworn, as a Deathspeaker I am prepared to speak on the history of our great city and its connection with the Mother to any prepared to listen with open ears.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 22, 2020, 4:27 a.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Nijah
Written By Ripley
Nov. 22, 2020, 1:14 a.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
So much more in my head but I am exhausted and the last piece, I burned myself with carelessness. And a skull. I made a skull. I hope it suffices, that it suits. I still need to find out about these other people. What they were like, who were they. The Archduchess Eleyna Velenosa... oh, well that may be an issue. Then the Prince Radley Valardin. Find out about this Sungreet and A woman named Arcadia. Whomever she is. There's other skulls to do. But at least the one is done. For now, back to the forge, to the heat and see if I can't try and sleep. See what that will bring me.
Written By Amari
Nov. 22, 2020, 12:04 a.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
Written By Valerius
Nov. 21, 2020, 11:27 p.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
Written By Sydney
Nov. 21, 2020, 10:26 p.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
The harder you try to force yourself past your limits, the more likely you are to hurt yourself in the process. I have a tendency to get single-minded when I can feel myself getting close to my ideals. The horizon falls away, and all I can see is directly in front of myself, often to the detriment of those around me. It can be an asset as often as it's a detriment.
Tonight, there was no one about but me, so myself and my split knuckles will be forced to take a break, which is nothing if not a setback.
So it goes.
Written By Lasha
Nov. 21, 2020, 7:50 p.m.(6/7/1014 AR)
Written By Porter
Nov. 21, 2020, 4:15 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
I'm the best at things that are right in front of me. I can move the heavy charred beams and the broken chunks of stone. I can help sweep up glass and I can make sure that there's no more blood left on the stones, at least on the surface. I can talk to people who come through, to try and counsel them out of their grief by planting the idea that we can make something better. That through a fire of destruction, we can bring new life and hope. There can be great suffering, but by the end of it, we can have joy too.
When I look up from it, it seems like there's still an insurmountable amount of work to be done. And sometimes, I feel very tired.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 21, 2020, 4 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
But don't make the mistake of conflating occasional confusion with a lack of mental acuity.
I am not your fool, and I am not your pawn.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 21, 2020, 2:38 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
But should I choose my left foot, or my right foot? Decisions, decisions!
Oh! Or maybe an anklet. Summer is coming, after all.
I have just made things much harder for myself.
Blushing Scholar, won't you give me your opinion?
Written By Tikva
Nov. 21, 2020, 2:25 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
The bells ring not, and the hours pass--
Do you mark them?
The bells ring not, and the silence falls--
Will we break it?
The work begun, toil coming to us all
Will it finish?
We stand loyal to the gods, to the last--
Will you join us?
Each hour comes-- When does it end?
Each minute ticks, I count it not
Each day breaks, and gods forfend
any missing time, any lost seconds caught.
The bells ring not, the belfry's still
but if our voices sing our will
we sing our hymnals, sing all our parts
mark the hours, by our hearts
[Crescendo, to finis]
Sing with me now, we'll be the bells
We'll mark the hours and toll what tells
The work will grow, with hope alive,
and our faith and strength will yet survive.
Written By Rylan
Nov. 21, 2020, 1:23 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
Silk and satin never to shroud the same foot
Parted, separated by cruel edict of man
Sock and slipper set asunder through law
Such comfort denied by fashion ban
Oh joy, oh rapture, reason prevails!
Fabrics reunited on that most sturdy extremity
Let no man separate the sock and slipper
Given freedom to unite once more, and for eternity
Note from the author: No, I cannot say this is the most eloquent or enduring piece I have ever written, but. It seemed that this notable event should be celebrated.
Written By Rane
Nov. 21, 2020, 1:18 p.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
Some days ago, I aided in the clearing of rubble at the Great Cathedral, along with many others. An accident occurred when I lost my footing and beam I had lifted fell on my left hand pinning it, breaking many of the bones. Dame Bree Harthall and Rowenova helped to free me. Princess Sorrel Thrax and Lady Esme Fidante were nearby as well and it was surely evident that I went into shock from it. Princess Sorrel, Lady Esme and Dame Bree saw me to the House of Solace where a Physician, Haptenna, saw to my hand. She set fingers, applied a poultice and wrapped the handed. Her bedside manner was less than pleasing, but she did not set unrealistic expectations. There is a chance I lose my hand.
And it was on hearing that and dwelling over it that the shame occurs as I begin to doubt. Doubt that my faith would be strong enough to see me through this trial, whatever the outcome. Doubt that I would be able to serve Gloria, the Oathlanders, my House, my wife. What is a warrior without his hands? He may never lose that spirit, but he will never fight with the same effectiveness. If this is to be a time of change for me, Gloria, let me be ready. If this is a test of faith, may my resolve strengthen.
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