Written By Valarian
May 26, 2018, 9:33 a.m.(11/8/1008 AR)
I, Valarian Harrow, in the event of my untimely demise, state this as my will for whatever happens to my money and stuff. It stands until I specifically change it here in the whites.
The head of the Harrow family (at this time, my iron fisted sister Dame Felicia Harrow) gets all of my silver on my person and in the bank, as well as any writs of favor, to support the family. Gods know Arion can't.
The Commandant of the Crimson Blades (at this time, Violet Marjawn) will receive all of my equipment for use by the Blades.
Valarian Harrow.
That was simple.
Written By Cullen
May 26, 2018, 9:12 a.m.(11/8/1008 AR)
Speaking of which, an amulet which I had commissioned by Guildmistress Joscelin was also absolutely stunning, and if I had only one piece of jewelry I could choose to ever wear, it would be this. I can see why her skills are in such high demand, given the artwork she produces, and I am quite proud to wear it - and refer her to others. Like Dame Morrighan, one cannot go wrong with Guildmistress Joscelin's creations.
Lastly, Dame Alexis made me a breastplate worthy of battle and show, and it perfectly reflects the pride I have in my House along with a sort of aesthetic one rarely sees in a piece of armor - it is both splendidly crafted and very protective. Rubicund is a difficult metal to work with, so all the more impressive on her part.
Written By Rosalind
May 26, 2018, 4:07 a.m.(11/8/1008 AR)
I asked him where he might recommend for clothing and leatherwork, and he gave me a few people and places to try:
- Aurora Thornburn, of the Costumers Closet
- Caprice, of Silken Symphony
- Mirari, of Of Works Obscura
- Briar at Spirit Leathers
I wait now as he draws up the design for my bow.
Written By Rosalind
May 26, 2018, 2:46 a.m.(11/7/1008 AR)
First off, I must replace my bow and arrows. Someone stole them... and when I find out who it was...
Written By Victus
May 26, 2018, 2:26 a.m.(11/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Written By Silas
May 26, 2018, 2:06 a.m.(11/7/1008 AR)
Written By Ainsley
May 26, 2018, 1:10 a.m.(11/7/1008 AR)
What a caustic mix inside of my chest burns.
Written By Sina
May 26, 2018, 1:07 a.m.(11/7/1008 AR)
Written By Thena
May 26, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(11/5/1008 AR)
Mercy Davin was displeased with the bloodshed, but I heard Sir Jeffeth trying to talk to brigands down and they were having none of it.
I don't take pleasure in killing. But from the streets of the Lowers to the office of Grandmaster of the Silver Order, by the gods, if you come at my people I will come at you.
Written By Alarissa
May 26, 2018, 12:04 a.m.(11/5/1008 AR)
It will be cool upon the decks but the Lady Juliana Pravus is working with a seamstress and leatherworker to ensure that we look appropriate. I already marveled at the collar that she brought over to attach to the coat she made for Victus. One is being made from the leftover leather for Astrid and a silver fox fur. The same fox fur for hers shall be used on mine, though not the leather. Something of mine and Victus' shall make up hers. Hopefully something that will age with her. The eye on that woman is astounding. What she sees in her mind and then puts into play with the aid of skilled hands of another.
I am excited and yet nervous as well. No matter how hard one plans for numerous contingencies, one never knows what will happen.
Written By Cambria
May 26, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(11/5/1008 AR)
Written By Merek
May 25, 2018, 8:38 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Written By Amari
May 25, 2018, 7:54 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I imagine Aric reacted the same way when I was born, except I suppose it would have been less cute since he would have been about thirteen years old at the time. I think he's grown to tolerate me, so there's hope.
Welcome to the world, Lord Talis Storm Keaton!
Written By Barric
May 25, 2018, 7:49 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Was a hell of a fight, never had a spar last that long but we were wearing leathers and using tournament practice swords since Dame Edelma has my steel still.
She's a tremendous fighter, can't wait to do it again when she is fully recovered from the twins.
Have to give her an opportunity for a rematch win.
I am sure we'll be sparring a lot more to help her get back into fighting shape. Looking forwards to it.
Written By Ignacio
May 25, 2018, 5:52 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
I find that as time goes on, I find my time becomes more and more behind a desk. I have started writing a book, but on that same note, many of my duties these days fall in line of making sure the Torean military remains in fighting shape. I guess I am not used to this yet.
Written By Fredrik
May 25, 2018, 5:02 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Written By Victus
May 25, 2018, 3:47 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
There were a time when I considered Donrai like my own father. Strange thing that, considering one of my earliest memories of the man was him grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and dragging me out of my mother's arms. He took me back to the Isles where I learned quickly that any measure of softness was stamped out. Those who fought that would be floating belly-up with a gallon of saltwater in their lungs. My family there wasn't cruel per-say, but they weren't folks cut from the kindest tree neither.
I was a bastard. An outsider. The one who looked after me was the most feared man in all of the cold seas that surrounded us, and his heart was blacker than even some of the most accomplished Thraxians. I had to cling to something, someone to survive. The one who I did gave me food, drink, shelter. All I had to do to repay what I was given was to fight. It turned out I was pretty fucking good at fighting.
When I tried to show a shred of my own self as a person that went beyond what Donrai taught was 'necessary', to go beyond that cruelty for something better, I'd soon find myself face-down in the dirt. I remember a particular time, when I was walking through the streets of the Maelstrom. There was a young woman, sat beside her babe. They were in chains. Thralls. I'd been given my ration of the day and in my 'misguided youth', I chose to share it with them. I'll never forget the words Donrai spoke to me when he witnessed what I'd done, when he saw a blossom of something 'gentle' underneath.
"You will be the weapon of Thrax. Because of my son watching over Dagon and Donella, they will have the whispers of weakness placed in their mind, but I will tolerate no such with you, Victus Baseborn. The bastard of Maelstrom, the son of Argus, will be a weapon soaked in the gore of our enemies. Never show weakness before me again, or I will see you cast into the sea."
When I think of the day I went over the walls of Tyde, I think about that cold stare of his. The mask looking back at me. I don't endeavor to use any excuse to explain myself, the facts are all there. I was a soldier, 16 years old, knowing that if I failed it'd be my head to come next. War was all I knew back then. War was survival and survival meant everything. I was ignorant. I regret my ignorance.
Now there is a time to look back on the past. Use the lessons taught for the present, so we might build the future. The better future that the people of Thrax deserve.
Donrai was a wretched tyrant. But he should never be forgotten, nor a single detail of what he did scrubbed from history. For his is a learning experience, a tale of what happens when power goes too far. A path to stay untraveled.
Written By Reigna
May 25, 2018, 3:39 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Written By Sorrel
May 25, 2018, 1:53 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Speaking of growing, I'm at 36 weeks and ready to meet this baby. I'm giddy about motherhood. It's going to be so happy. I can't wait to see Galen as a father. I'm thrilled.
Written By Sina
May 25, 2018, 1:45 p.m.(11/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Archeron
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