Written By Joscelin
Nov. 16, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(1/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Adora
I do appreciate the practical artisans.
Written By Silas
Nov. 16, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(1/4/1010 AR)
It is pertinent to remember that every fabled hero didn't get there by themselves, and likely had numerous other individuals they admired who no one now remembers.
They are likely among these number of "cretins".
They are likely among these number of "cretins".
Written By Aureth
Nov. 16, 2018, 6:34 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Mourning is not about who a person was, but about what the person mourning lost when they died.
Grief is not moral superiority. I myself have often remarked upon the way a nitwit will become a noble paragon as soon as you start to write the eulogy. Ultimately, we crush failings into shadow and place our dead upon a plinth. Who cares? They're not listening anymore. You can't correct their flaws or persuade them to change or coax an apology or shame or humiliation from their bones.
Nitwits have friends and families too. Does it bother you?
One day, it will be your lover, your sister, your father, your child whose body is laid to rest because their soul is fled to the Mother of Beginnings.
Have a little human empathy. It helps.
Or don't. The gods grant us the freedom of our own paths as well as our own hearts. Skald would never tell anyone not to be an asshole.
Grief is not moral superiority. I myself have often remarked upon the way a nitwit will become a noble paragon as soon as you start to write the eulogy. Ultimately, we crush failings into shadow and place our dead upon a plinth. Who cares? They're not listening anymore. You can't correct their flaws or persuade them to change or coax an apology or shame or humiliation from their bones.
Nitwits have friends and families too. Does it bother you?
One day, it will be your lover, your sister, your father, your child whose body is laid to rest because their soul is fled to the Mother of Beginnings.
Have a little human empathy. It helps.
Or don't. The gods grant us the freedom of our own paths as well as our own hearts. Skald would never tell anyone not to be an asshole.
Written By Thena
Nov. 16, 2018, 6:27 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
I barely know what to write.
The Solace took losses. I knew we would. We always do. Whenever you have a group like us, men and women sworn to protect, to stand unyielding in the face of evil, we take losses.
I learned today that I lost my second in command, Sir Daemon Dracone. He died in the night, of a poisoned wound.
He was one of those people who was always just...there. The very picture of an Oathlands knight. He wasn't flashy or boastful, he just knew when something needed to be done and did it. Sometimes he did things whether they needed to be done or not. And that damned duck...
I made him my second, in part, because he had this amazing knack for knowing when I was getting too riled up and he would remind me, in the most polite and unmistakable of ways, that I needed to take a step back and consider my actions. Often, when I was getting too heated in the white journals, I would come back to my office to find a tall glass of milk on my desk. That was the sign.
If that didn't work, he'd sit on my back while I did pushups.
I did a lot of pushups.
He could have been Godsworn, but I never asked him about it. To take the vows is often a burden, and he seemed like a man who already had a burden.
I didn't know any of his family, but if there's anyone out there who knows what his final wishes were, pleased get in touch with me. Otherwise there's a place for him in the grand mausoleum for the Faith Militant. Anyone who objects can kiss my ass.
The Solace took losses. I knew we would. We always do. Whenever you have a group like us, men and women sworn to protect, to stand unyielding in the face of evil, we take losses.
I learned today that I lost my second in command, Sir Daemon Dracone. He died in the night, of a poisoned wound.
He was one of those people who was always just...there. The very picture of an Oathlands knight. He wasn't flashy or boastful, he just knew when something needed to be done and did it. Sometimes he did things whether they needed to be done or not. And that damned duck...
I made him my second, in part, because he had this amazing knack for knowing when I was getting too riled up and he would remind me, in the most polite and unmistakable of ways, that I needed to take a step back and consider my actions. Often, when I was getting too heated in the white journals, I would come back to my office to find a tall glass of milk on my desk. That was the sign.
If that didn't work, he'd sit on my back while I did pushups.
I did a lot of pushups.
He could have been Godsworn, but I never asked him about it. To take the vows is often a burden, and he seemed like a man who already had a burden.
I didn't know any of his family, but if there's anyone out there who knows what his final wishes were, pleased get in touch with me. Otherwise there's a place for him in the grand mausoleum for the Faith Militant. Anyone who objects can kiss my ass.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 16, 2018, 6:20 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Sir Daemon has died.
I have born a second son.
I have born a second son.
Written By Jyri
Nov. 16, 2018, 5:49 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Spent the day with my son, did some painting.
You really treasure those simple things when having faced true horror.
You really treasure those simple things when having faced true horror.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 16, 2018, 5 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
If I could go back to the night we met,
When the night was hushed and the streets were wet,
I'd replay when we danced for stars above,
And I learned what it means to be in love.
Together we found the secret of life,
Wisdom ablaze in your dusky eyes.
I know you like the sun knows the sky,
You give me wings and teach me to fly.
Adrift in the vastness of the world,
I'll lie back to watch the cosmos twirl.
Feeling my way without your guiding light,
I invoke your name in a prayer to the night.
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When the night was hushed and the streets were wet,
I'd replay when we danced for stars above,
And I learned what it means to be in love.
Together we found the secret of life,
Wisdom ablaze in your dusky eyes.
I know you like the sun knows the sky,
You give me wings and teach me to fly.
Adrift in the vastness of the world,
I'll lie back to watch the cosmos twirl.
Feeling my way without your guiding light,
I invoke your name in a prayer to the night.
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Written By Lisebet
Nov. 16, 2018, 4:44 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jordan
I have learned that Sir Jordan died, protecting his liege. This leaves me somewhat conflicted emotionally. I am sad he is gone - he was always friendly and honorable, the few times I met him. I liked him, as he seemed to be a good person. I regret that I will not be able to get to know him better.
And how does that lead to conflict? Well. Truthfully? I am very glad that his liege still lives.
And how does that lead to conflict? Well. Truthfully? I am very glad that his liege still lives.
Written By Solange
Nov. 16, 2018, 4:36 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Do you know that moment at a party, when you believe that you are whispering to a companion and no one can hear you, but everyone stops talking at just the right time and you end up shouting something rather embarrassing?
Neither do I.
Neither do I.
Written By Isabeau
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:46 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Reports from the Lodge have been both hopeful and grim in equal measure. I have begun to prepare for the task of writing letters to those families beholden to House Valardin that have lost loved ones in this war. Sir Daemon Dracone's loss was difficult to read, as I am fond of his gracious patron and know that he will be greatly missed. Thank the gods that Prince Caius Valardin still breathes. I will include him in my prayers while he remains in the care of the Mercies. I also thank the gods that my sister, Sophie, is safe; the Mother Mercy's devotion to her service knows no bounds, even unto the perilous fray. May the gods grant their protection to those righteous souls who fight for those of us who cannot.
These last few weeks have been strange in many ways, but I would be remiss if I did not offer House Telmar my sincere praise and thanks for how warm and welcoming that they've been to me. I confess that one of the little stumbling blocks that married life has thrown into my path is the inability to correctly sign my own name. As with many things, it will take some time to adjust to my new circumstances.
These last few weeks have been strange in many ways, but I would be remiss if I did not offer House Telmar my sincere praise and thanks for how warm and welcoming that they've been to me. I confess that one of the little stumbling blocks that married life has thrown into my path is the inability to correctly sign my own name. As with many things, it will take some time to adjust to my new circumstances.
Written By Lance
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:26 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
We met discussing some somewhat frivolous dreams, but... we should truly talk. I have some information I think you should be aware of before we begin our journeys.
Written By Lance
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:24 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Work on my first rubicund weapon is finally complete. It is a beautiful thing. It sort of scares me to touch it. It is inlaid with duskstones and adorned with stygian, making it truly dark, terrible and beautiful. Knotty is training well too. It's almost as if I'm a real knight. With the white dragon armor, Netherbane and a proper steed... Gods above I look truly stunning.
Written By Lance
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:22 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
After going to through some of the things at the Lair and hearing some of the stories about that Lodge happening, I'm starting to truly miss Acorn Hill. I feel that... things are moving faster than my patron and I realized. I rather wish I had stayed at home. This is the stuff of nightmares.
Yet, this is why I became a knight, right? To do something worth doing, rather than being a sleepy knight from a little barony nobody's ever heard of?
The more I learn, the harder I've been training. I think I actually pulled a muscle yesterday. Maybe I'm just sore. Either way, I hope I'm ready.
Yet, this is why I became a knight, right? To do something worth doing, rather than being a sleepy knight from a little barony nobody's ever heard of?
The more I learn, the harder I've been training. I think I actually pulled a muscle yesterday. Maybe I'm just sore. Either way, I hope I'm ready.
Written By Perronne
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:13 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jordan
Oh dear. I have heard that Sir Jordan died in the recent difficulties in the forest. I met him, and spoke to him several times when I first came to Arx. I can't say we were friends; he didn't have much of a sense of boundaries, and he put me in a position I really didn't want to be in. But I do believe his intentions were sincere, and that he wanted to help everyone he met. I hope he finds peace with the gods.
In my travels through the city for work, I've run across far too many casualty trains and funeral marches. May the end of the year bring with it the end of this conflict, and peace well earned!
In my travels through the city for work, I've run across far too many casualty trains and funeral marches. May the end of the year bring with it the end of this conflict, and peace well earned!
Written By Vercyn
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:07 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
Which Lycene hero? The one who murdered scores of people and got away with it? You'll find that your moral standards will vary based on who's getting enshrined in the Hall of Heroes and who's not.
Do you only consider a man or woman a hero if they are enshrined? Do you truly turn up your nose at an individual's own reckoning? Is that what it means to be a Whisper; to force a person to go by your standards rather than their own personal feelings? You spoke of duty. Each and every one of us who defended the Lodge did so not just out of duty, but out of love, out of respect, out of a desire to see something important protected. Many fell in the line of those. I lost over six hundred of my personal army. Six hundred families lost sons and daughters. Six hundred stories cut short. Six hundred brothers and sisters. Six hundred friends. Six hundred who may have been husbands, wives, mothers, fathers. Letters I am penning. Families I am entertaining as I recover from my own injuries. Arrangements I am, with my lieutenants and captains, aiding in overseeing.
Men and women who, in the eyes of their families, are heroes. And I will be damned if you sneer simply because they are not enshrined.
You are not the end-all-be-all of who is or isn't a hero. Nor are you the end-all-be-all of who is or isn't worthy. Please re-read my original statement: even your greatest enemy is a mother's child and has friends. You may hate those he is associated with. It does not mean they also hate him because, again, you do not control other's emotions.
Stop trying to.
Do you only consider a man or woman a hero if they are enshrined? Do you truly turn up your nose at an individual's own reckoning? Is that what it means to be a Whisper; to force a person to go by your standards rather than their own personal feelings? You spoke of duty. Each and every one of us who defended the Lodge did so not just out of duty, but out of love, out of respect, out of a desire to see something important protected. Many fell in the line of those. I lost over six hundred of my personal army. Six hundred families lost sons and daughters. Six hundred stories cut short. Six hundred brothers and sisters. Six hundred friends. Six hundred who may have been husbands, wives, mothers, fathers. Letters I am penning. Families I am entertaining as I recover from my own injuries. Arrangements I am, with my lieutenants and captains, aiding in overseeing.
Men and women who, in the eyes of their families, are heroes. And I will be damned if you sneer simply because they are not enshrined.
You are not the end-all-be-all of who is or isn't a hero. Nor are you the end-all-be-all of who is or isn't worthy. Please re-read my original statement: even your greatest enemy is a mother's child and has friends. You may hate those he is associated with. It does not mean they also hate him because, again, you do not control other's emotions.
Stop trying to.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 16, 2018, 3:02 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
People want to revere the memories of the people close to them or who had an impact on them. Not sure why it matters to anyone else if some random person thinks someone is a hero. Let them have what eases their grief.
Written By Galen
Nov. 16, 2018, 2:44 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
One look at the Hall of Heroes for the Lyceum and I'm awed by the cunning in some of these stories. It seems as though the Compact's various regions enshrined their heroes for many different perspectives on what constitutes virtue! Who knew! I really like the one where Duke Orlando honored his House Words to the truest extent. Could someone make a play out of this? Who do I need to pay to sponsor a script?
Written By Ida
Nov. 16, 2018, 2:35 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
I am struggling to put my thoughts to words right now. I'm so furious and sad and... You know, it felt like a good-bye letter you wrote. Not on its face, not the words really, but something felt final in it. Maybe that's me thinking on it too much, with hindsight, now that word of your passing has come to Arx. I told you that you were to outlive me and you didn't listen. Oaths and steel, Daemon. What a wonderful knight you were, so bright and true. Never have I, or will I ever, regret our ride into that field. How reckless we may have been for it, but I would not change that for the world. Terrible times, but one of the most exhilarating in my lifetime. Your enthusiasm to do what might need to be done, even if we might face impossible odds, inspired me that day - though I never told you that. I wish I had. My heart feels rather broken by the news and I am sorry we might never get to speak again in this life. Dammit!
Written By Jeffeth
Nov. 16, 2018, 2:08 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
No!
Written By Edward
Nov. 16, 2018, 2:02 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
Ah a new friend to get drunk with. Looking forward to more empty bottles.
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