Written By Ilmia
March 13, 2019, 9:07 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Sir Struttington had a very busy evening night before last. The poor peacock was delivering presents and poetry. I think I now need to find two presents that are worthy of a certain Lord.
Written By Helena
March 13, 2019, 7:01 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Some of us knew you were a bard long ago, but congratulations on your new standing, Captain Mockingbird. Your voice is always one I am happy to hear.
Written By Valdemar
March 13, 2019, 6:14 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
I have been struggling with what to say about my High Lord's recent decision, as I see everyone celebrating all around me. The first thing that must be made clear, however, is that house Grimhall will comply with his proclamation, will hold to its oaths of fealty. We will do our duty.
However, I do not celebrate with the rest of the Compact. The abolishment of thralldom will anger many, and perhaps push them to rebellion, leaving those of us who rule over domains in the Mourning Isles in the position of considering the use of force against our civilians. So while you cheer, understand exactly what you are cheering for. Not just what you see as the good that will come from it, but all of it. You are cheering the likely slaughter of those who feel cornered, who are seeing their way of life stripped away from them one tradition at a time. If you deem the cost worth it, fine. You are entitled to that opinion. But if you actually believe in the unity of the Compact, how can you cheer for the death of my people? People who have been a part of that Compact for centuries, who have been sacrificed by that Compact for the safety and security of others at least once in the past few years alone?
However, I do not celebrate with the rest of the Compact. The abolishment of thralldom will anger many, and perhaps push them to rebellion, leaving those of us who rule over domains in the Mourning Isles in the position of considering the use of force against our civilians. So while you cheer, understand exactly what you are cheering for. Not just what you see as the good that will come from it, but all of it. You are cheering the likely slaughter of those who feel cornered, who are seeing their way of life stripped away from them one tradition at a time. If you deem the cost worth it, fine. You are entitled to that opinion. But if you actually believe in the unity of the Compact, how can you cheer for the death of my people? People who have been a part of that Compact for centuries, who have been sacrificed by that Compact for the safety and security of others at least once in the past few years alone?
Written By Klaus
March 13, 2019, 5:23 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gilroy
The sentiment is well welcomed and appreciated, but I might be beyond saving. Perhaps tattoos in places I can cover up? Might work I think...
Written By Coraline
March 13, 2019, 5:19 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Klaus
I wished to return the public declaration of love for you dear husband. While many might never understand, I do love you dearly. You helped open my heart when I thought it irrevocably harmed.
However, you go making public declarations of such as you mentioned and I shall love you as you eat living squid for the rest of your days.
However, you go making public declarations of such as you mentioned and I shall love you as you eat living squid for the rest of your days.
Written By Joscelin
March 13, 2019, 4:32 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
No, my cousin is not the captain of -this- Josie, his -ship- is named 'Josie'.
I knew there was a down side to that. Tehom's tits.
I knew there was a down side to that. Tehom's tits.
Written By Miranda
March 13, 2019, 4:26 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kincade
Riding a horse with you is very exciting!
You are a delightful surprise!
You are a delightful surprise!
Written By Domonico
March 13, 2019, 1:47 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
Please note that I am not the 'Mean' one and that any attempt to gang up on me will be met with failure. Thea has yet to learn that she can't best me yet. Annoy me certainly, and I don't need you encouraging her further.
One a side note, thank you so for the well wishes.
One a side note, thank you so for the well wishes.
Written By Margot
March 13, 2019, 11:04 a.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
It seems the same ghosts continue to haunt both of us.
Every time I feel as if they've been laid to rest, every time I feel as if they should be at peace they rise up again to remind me they are not and justice still needs to be done for them.
Every time I feel as if they've been laid to rest, every time I feel as if they should be at peace they rise up again to remind me they are not and justice still needs to be done for them.
Written By Lucita
March 13, 2019, 9:50 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Faith has been supportive of me during the past years, both personally during times of grief or turmoil, as sounding boards and advisors, teachers, friends, inspiration. At the beginning of this year I decided to try writing a song dedicated to each of the Gods as a personal means of thanks, an offering. With all my duties, I have managed to get four done so far. Wonder how long it will take me to complete this?
Written By Gilroy
March 13, 2019, 9:34 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
A man of depth?
How dare you, sir.
How dare you, sir.
Written By Evaristo
March 13, 2019, 9:15 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
I picked up the lute when I was seventeen. Even before that, I used to drum on things, sing along with the bards at the taverns, perform for my fellow street friends - sometimes I set up whole shows and they all joined in enthusiastically after I talked them into it.
But the lute... it was an instant connection, that first time I was allowed to borrow the lute of my shipmate on the ship crew I joined. He let me handle that expensive instrument, and I have never treated an item with more respect before or after. He patiently taught me how to play and he honed my singing too. He had once been a travelling bard but the sea called him so he followed that dream, admitting that the bard life never had been his dream - it had been his families vocation and he'd just learnt because he had to.
But I loved it. I love it even more now. Mastering a difficult song is satisfying and entertainment, rather than work. Hence, I have no problem playing for hours and hours if the audience wants me to. Sometimes I just play because I want, all on my lonesome too. Trying to write my own songs or just, well, playing around.
I joined the Bard's College quite soon upon returning to Arx, though I pointed out quite sternly I was not a bard for hire. More of a layman hobbyist performer who performs when he feels like it. (I'm not sure that is changing...)
Prince Niklas Grayson trained me and gave me very good advice and pointers, so I honed my skills further - I never really had formal training apart from on the ship from a mediocre bard when we had some moments left. Most of what I knew, I'd figured out myself and copied from having watched other performers. So, the Prince opened my eyes to some new secrets in music.
Prince Niklas has also invited me to join the upcoming art work in the Lowers for the children, which I excitedly look forward to. It made me think - am I even good enough? I jump at the chances to perform when they present themselves - does that not make me a bard, in the end?
So, I decided to get even better. I spoke with Nightingale Gianna who said she would sharpen my skills to near perfection. So, now I get up at dawn to train till my fingers bleed and my voice is raw. She demands perfection and I will work till it is there. Because I want to.
Nightingale Gianna offered me to be a Mockingbird of the Bard's College together with Prince Niklas Grayson, and I've proudly accepted. Seems to be an easy enough job! Lots of parties, probably.
So, yes really. I'm no longer the not-a-bard. I'm Bard Evaristo Arterius, Mockingbird of the Bard's College - and Captain of Josie
But the lute... it was an instant connection, that first time I was allowed to borrow the lute of my shipmate on the ship crew I joined. He let me handle that expensive instrument, and I have never treated an item with more respect before or after. He patiently taught me how to play and he honed my singing too. He had once been a travelling bard but the sea called him so he followed that dream, admitting that the bard life never had been his dream - it had been his families vocation and he'd just learnt because he had to.
But I loved it. I love it even more now. Mastering a difficult song is satisfying and entertainment, rather than work. Hence, I have no problem playing for hours and hours if the audience wants me to. Sometimes I just play because I want, all on my lonesome too. Trying to write my own songs or just, well, playing around.
I joined the Bard's College quite soon upon returning to Arx, though I pointed out quite sternly I was not a bard for hire. More of a layman hobbyist performer who performs when he feels like it. (I'm not sure that is changing...)
Prince Niklas Grayson trained me and gave me very good advice and pointers, so I honed my skills further - I never really had formal training apart from on the ship from a mediocre bard when we had some moments left. Most of what I knew, I'd figured out myself and copied from having watched other performers. So, the Prince opened my eyes to some new secrets in music.
Prince Niklas has also invited me to join the upcoming art work in the Lowers for the children, which I excitedly look forward to. It made me think - am I even good enough? I jump at the chances to perform when they present themselves - does that not make me a bard, in the end?
So, I decided to get even better. I spoke with Nightingale Gianna who said she would sharpen my skills to near perfection. So, now I get up at dawn to train till my fingers bleed and my voice is raw. She demands perfection and I will work till it is there. Because I want to.
Nightingale Gianna offered me to be a Mockingbird of the Bard's College together with Prince Niklas Grayson, and I've proudly accepted. Seems to be an easy enough job! Lots of parties, probably.
So, yes really. I'm no longer the not-a-bard. I'm Bard Evaristo Arterius, Mockingbird of the Bard's College - and Captain of Josie
Written By Athaur
March 13, 2019, 8:17 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
I am pleased at the announcement given of House Thrax. It could not make me happier to see such practices come to an end in the land I now call my home. My people have already offered home for those in need. If it is something we may continue doing we would be happy to do so. Some few of my clan will likely come to join us.
Written By Joscelin
March 13, 2019, 4:12 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Oh no. What did you do?
Written By Mirari
March 13, 2019, 4:11 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Mailys
Dearest sister, I wish you would return. I need your steady hand, and your absolutely stunning fashion sense in my life once more.
Written By Marian
March 13, 2019, 2:34 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Always kill as a last resort. It's a mantra that my father drilled into me once I took up the sword. Diplomacy before warfare. To end a conflict without bloodshed is by far a greater victory. The offer to bend on knee, an invitation to rejoin the fold that can be given before the war horns sound and after the signal of surrender. Tribe by tribe we welcome prodigals back into the Compact.
Exile before execution. Choices have consequences, which can lead to an escort to the edge of our lands. An opportunity to seize life. A chance to start with a clean slate in lands outside the Compact. For those who seek life but wish to remain separate, a viable option. As long as they leave in peace, I shall bid them good journey. Our parting words are a warning not to return because my sympathy only stretches so far.
Death should never come easily. In the same token, never suffer an enemy to live. If their lives will mean the deaths of my people in the future then I shall bloody my sword without remorse. It's a judgment call in the moment. If I look into the heart of another and see malice of foul intentions, I strike. I have lived the Tragedy of not being vigilant. I would never criticize another for making hard decisions to keep the peace in their lands.
Weigh the scales. Review each life carefully before making your edict. Action once taken can not be undone.
Exile before execution. Choices have consequences, which can lead to an escort to the edge of our lands. An opportunity to seize life. A chance to start with a clean slate in lands outside the Compact. For those who seek life but wish to remain separate, a viable option. As long as they leave in peace, I shall bid them good journey. Our parting words are a warning not to return because my sympathy only stretches so far.
Death should never come easily. In the same token, never suffer an enemy to live. If their lives will mean the deaths of my people in the future then I shall bloody my sword without remorse. It's a judgment call in the moment. If I look into the heart of another and see malice of foul intentions, I strike. I have lived the Tragedy of not being vigilant. I would never criticize another for making hard decisions to keep the peace in their lands.
Weigh the scales. Review each life carefully before making your edict. Action once taken can not be undone.
Written By Bhandn
March 13, 2019, midnight(9/23/1010 AR)
I wasn't sure what to expect, by attending the Assembly of Peers. Formality, for sure, but there was a kind of... primal dramatism to it that I can't fully explain. It certainly did not lack for instigation. I'm rather curious what all the shouting was about myself. Twenty years ago, I probably would have stepped on quite a few toes and barged out to help with dragging the caterwauling fool away. Now, some part of me found it... funny. One has to have made quite the mistake to have been -- I assume -- barred entry, if the words themselves and their volume were any indication. Valena would have gone out there to chastise someone with her favorite herbs and the consequences be damned. She had no concept of the notion of propriety at times, when it concerned being interrupted at a time or in a place in which she did not wish to be interrupted.
Still, attending let me put faces to all the names that have passed my ears these past days. I'll probably forget half of them by the time I finish writing this, let alone by the time our paths cross, if ever.
The declaration by His Grace Victus Thrax is a matter I could not begin to untangle in my thoughts. One has heard plenty over the years, and with the winds of change blowing quite strongly, I can't help but feel a storm brewing. Nevertheless, how the Houses choose to govern their people is a matter to which I have given no consideration or involvement, and I rather intend to keep it that way. I have my own duties and worries. Those duties are why I find myself more interested in the proposal the Grandmaster of the Templar Order put forward. I certainly intend to listen for news of it, though a part of me wonders if perhaps it's too... bold. I will need to think on it more.
Still, attending let me put faces to all the names that have passed my ears these past days. I'll probably forget half of them by the time I finish writing this, let alone by the time our paths cross, if ever.
The declaration by His Grace Victus Thrax is a matter I could not begin to untangle in my thoughts. One has heard plenty over the years, and with the winds of change blowing quite strongly, I can't help but feel a storm brewing. Nevertheless, how the Houses choose to govern their people is a matter to which I have given no consideration or involvement, and I rather intend to keep it that way. I have my own duties and worries. Those duties are why I find myself more interested in the proposal the Grandmaster of the Templar Order put forward. I certainly intend to listen for news of it, though a part of me wonders if perhaps it's too... bold. I will need to think on it more.
Written By Victus
March 12, 2019, 11:50 p.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
A common phrase that I've heard most of my life is 'how much longer'.
How much longer until my happy days come? How much longer until I can get paid? How much longer until I get what I deserve? Some people don't have the luxury of asking how long it will take until they get something they want. Some can only ask, how much longer until it stops?
You see it everywhere in the Mourning Isles. In the rowers of our ships, in the ones tending our field, in the ones breaking their backs in our mines. They work day in and day out with shackles upon their wrists and they ask, how much longer until we're free? How much longer do they work until their debt is paid? Because theoretically, everyone who is placed into their chains will one day walk without them in our system. That is true for some places. It's the furthest thing from the truth in others. Whoever rules the land where they have been born or where they have been taken is who also rules their lot in life.
I tried to stop that, lawfully. But laws did not become enough to curb the atrocity that still festered in the heart of it. It could only slice the skin of the corruption, a flesh-wound at best.
Still, they looked at their masters with glassy eyes and asked them, how much longer until I am free? Until my spouse is free? Until my children are free? Yes, spouses, children. Because misery loves company, they find love in even the bleakest of places. They make something of that love, and then that too was wrapped in a chain and sent to work.
Those souls who looked at me and asked me why. Those souls who told me death would be preferable than a family in eternal servitude. Those souls who asked me how much longer? I could not give them an answer.
It makes me wonder how long these questions have been asked of us. In the time of Queen Triscali, did the slaves of the Compact ask when their torment would end? Or were they not given that carrot at the end of the stick? Was their hope for something that seemed unobtainable and not for something they were promised? I wonder what their eyes looked like when freedom came at last. What do the eyes of someone filled with nothing but hopelessness look like when they finally have a taste of humanity again?
It must have been beautiful for the ones who survived. As make no mistake, when evil infests your body it will take great pain to cut it free. That is true of a disease, true of an Abyssal root on your soul and it will be true of thralldom as well. We will bleed. If not for the sake of tradition, than for the sake of those who have known no other way. Who have lived for centuries knowing that this was their livelihood, their only means of survival. This will be no harmless transition.
Like every struggle toward the light, it will be found on top of the corpses of the defenders and the aggressors alike. The ones who have the conviction to die for what they believe in will populate both sides. Only one of them will be righteous. The world will suffer for it. This, there is no denying.
This is not for me, this is not for you, this is not for the man or woman who suffers in chains. This is for /us/. All of us to share in a world that rejects the cruelty of slavery. No more excuses. No more half-truths. No more infection from an aberration to our very Gods.
They will ask us how much longer they must suffer and we will give them an answer. Find your courage and join us.
How much longer until my happy days come? How much longer until I can get paid? How much longer until I get what I deserve? Some people don't have the luxury of asking how long it will take until they get something they want. Some can only ask, how much longer until it stops?
You see it everywhere in the Mourning Isles. In the rowers of our ships, in the ones tending our field, in the ones breaking their backs in our mines. They work day in and day out with shackles upon their wrists and they ask, how much longer until we're free? How much longer do they work until their debt is paid? Because theoretically, everyone who is placed into their chains will one day walk without them in our system. That is true for some places. It's the furthest thing from the truth in others. Whoever rules the land where they have been born or where they have been taken is who also rules their lot in life.
I tried to stop that, lawfully. But laws did not become enough to curb the atrocity that still festered in the heart of it. It could only slice the skin of the corruption, a flesh-wound at best.
Still, they looked at their masters with glassy eyes and asked them, how much longer until I am free? Until my spouse is free? Until my children are free? Yes, spouses, children. Because misery loves company, they find love in even the bleakest of places. They make something of that love, and then that too was wrapped in a chain and sent to work.
Those souls who looked at me and asked me why. Those souls who told me death would be preferable than a family in eternal servitude. Those souls who asked me how much longer? I could not give them an answer.
It makes me wonder how long these questions have been asked of us. In the time of Queen Triscali, did the slaves of the Compact ask when their torment would end? Or were they not given that carrot at the end of the stick? Was their hope for something that seemed unobtainable and not for something they were promised? I wonder what their eyes looked like when freedom came at last. What do the eyes of someone filled with nothing but hopelessness look like when they finally have a taste of humanity again?
It must have been beautiful for the ones who survived. As make no mistake, when evil infests your body it will take great pain to cut it free. That is true of a disease, true of an Abyssal root on your soul and it will be true of thralldom as well. We will bleed. If not for the sake of tradition, than for the sake of those who have known no other way. Who have lived for centuries knowing that this was their livelihood, their only means of survival. This will be no harmless transition.
Like every struggle toward the light, it will be found on top of the corpses of the defenders and the aggressors alike. The ones who have the conviction to die for what they believe in will populate both sides. Only one of them will be righteous. The world will suffer for it. This, there is no denying.
This is not for me, this is not for you, this is not for the man or woman who suffers in chains. This is for /us/. All of us to share in a world that rejects the cruelty of slavery. No more excuses. No more half-truths. No more infection from an aberration to our very Gods.
They will ask us how much longer they must suffer and we will give them an answer. Find your courage and join us.
Written By Bhandn
March 12, 2019, 11:37 p.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Each time I think on what we discussed -- more so, the reason he gave for it -- I cannot help but feel a touch of apprehension. Just what has been happening that I had not given much thought towards, over the years? How many stories and rumors have I discounted as nothing more than that? It took me many, many days to even think up those questions, a thought which does not particularly please me.
Written By Leta
March 12, 2019, 10:40 p.m.(9/22/1010 AR)
I played a bit of music for the king today. Well, I mostly just played the lute a bit to accompany Master Captain Evaristo Arterius who was singing a song he wrote and everything, right in the middle of the street, and I just did some embellishments on the melody and such to go along. I was a bit afraid of ruining it but I suppose we did alright. Well, the king said it was alright but then I think the king is very gracious about these things, and he wouldn't go around telling folk they're no good, so you have to take the king with a grain of salt, if you pardon.
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