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Written By Sparte

April 30, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)

Unexpectedly, I've been getting some recognition from people for the song I wrote, and even some I didn't. I tried to be discrete with it, didn't sign my name to the songs or anything. Guess I felt like people would like the songs more if they didn't know where it came from, but they like it anyway. I should probably just be happy, but it feels really awkward.

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April 22, 2017, 6:44 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)

I lost control. I'm not going to make any excuses for how or why, it happened. I hurt those men far more than a friendly competition allows for. I was so eager for the fight.

Why? Why was I eager to fight them? To prove myself to Gloria, to test my ability? To learn something? I don't know my own mind.

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April 16, 2017, 10:10 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)

Took a break from the siege to have a tournament josted by the Lord Commander. Got boxed around pretty good, as to be expected. Not entirely sure how I feel about this sort of distraction, what with the siege and all going on, but I suppose everyone has their bad habits.

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April 16, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)

'Blah blah blah surrender and die or don't surrender and die anyway.' I don't know who writes Brand's ultimatums but their career is as dead as his hopes of winning this siege.

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April 14, 2017, 10:53 a.m.(4/9/1006 AR)

I worry sometimes that I'm being desensitized to the horrors around us. The eagerness in me to do battle with a truely evil foe, what becomes of it after we've won? Do I simply leave it behind, tucked in a spot that waits and bides time until it is needed again? Is it so easy as that? Maybe it is, but I see how others are handling things. The way they take to violence even against those who are as human as the rest of us. It worries me.

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April 9, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

I ran into a good friend from when I grew up, and he loved what I was doing with the songs. I hear he ended up getting people going a little nuts with it down in the lowers, while I was guarding the halls again. I heard there are some other songs that people shared, hope I get to hear them too.

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April 8, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

I almost don't know what to write. I saw the queen, I think, is what it was. It was something unlike anything I've ever experienced. There are no words that will do that justice, but I'll try. It was like having something reach into me and stir my very soul around with a spoon to see how it was cooking. I don't know what it meant, I don't know what comes next. I just know I want to be there.

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April 2, 2017, 1:07 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

Luca took a liking to me for reasons I'll never really understand, but I like him as well. We have very little in common on most days, but his guidance in the art of not being where people who don't like us are aiming has probably saved my life several times over. I've even managed to save his life, though that was just the right place at the right time. I'd say he is a good man but he'll likely read this, and might take offense. I am fortunate to know you, Frog Prince.

Written By Sparte

April 2, 2017, 1:04 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

The Frog Prince

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April 1, 2017, 12:38 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

Blood and kissing are not a winning combination, particularly when it isn't the blood of either of the two involved. Still, excellent creativity on her part made the night a rousing success.

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March 30, 2017, 9:12 a.m.(3/7/1006 AR)

After burning off my eyebrows sweat kept hitting my eyes while in my armor, was extremely distracting. I bought some muddy makeup to swipe over my eyes during the day and keep moisture from my brow running to the sides, but what I need is an ointment to help the hair grow back faster. Perhaps that sweet apothecary with the pet mice has something that can help.

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March 30, 2017, 9:10 a.m.(3/7/1006 AR)

The first lantern from the shrine worked, after a fashion. It helped protect us against the Bringer's darkness, and we used it to burn their house down. Or the house they were in, anyway. Then I got a replacement lantern, also had it blessed, and the Bringers snuffed it out without any trouble. Whatever made the first lantern work wasn't me, so how do I make sure they can't do that to me again? Duke Cassius had a lantern they couldn't put out, maybe he can give me advice.

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March 26, 2017, 9:55 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Orathy

I feel like there is a rift there words can't fill, but I have nothing better.

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March 26, 2017, 11:51 a.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

So this is war. The bodies everywhere, the people mourning and terrified. I don't wish this upon anyone with a heart, yet the enemies that have brought this war to us are inhuman. Husks of men. I put my blade through one of the shavs myself, and there was not the cry of men around me who were felled by shavs in turn. Not the pain, not even joy in their release what whatever cruel magic holds them. Just collapse, as the body could no longer hold itself together. The bringers I fought were little better, darker if anything. We are not at war with men who suffer as we do, except as victims of those against us. I am terrified, any sane man should be. If not for themselves, for everyone else. Even if we win, this will be a scar across Arx.

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March 14, 2017, 11:36 a.m.(2/4/1006 AR)

Rubicund, the red steel. I see more and more weapons made of the stuff with each passing day, even amongst the guardsmen. There is no denying the metal holds a finer edge and forms a finer blade than even fine steel, but to see it become so prolific. It gives me cause to wonder what the enemy is wielding, and what weapons we'll face in the siege. Suppose I'll find out the hard way.

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March 5, 2017, 9:32 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

The lanterns were... I don't have the words for it. When it happened it was the most beautiful thing in my life, though I couldn't appreciate it until I got home and closed me eyes. All the lights, all the people there.

There were some who didn't agree with it, of course. I don't have ill will towards them. Sure enough the next day someone was using lanterns to try to start fires. Arson took a life, I was told. I know the lanterns were a success despite that, but it hurts to know something I worked towards was used that way.

Not sure what I feel comfortable with doing now. I feel a bit like that blood is on my hands, even knowing how much might've been saved.

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March 2, 2017, 9:02 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Sophie

Nothing with the lanterns would have worked out as well without her input. I was truly fortunate to have her willing help. May her kindness never diminish.

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Feb. 26, 2017, 9:25 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Whew! What a melee. I really didn't know what to expect, but it sounded fun to get into a mix with so many people at once.

I don't know how many people hit me exactly, I wasn't seeing straight after the fifth hit. I lost of course, but I didn't make it easy for anyone else.

After a kind mercy helped me get, well, moving again, a sweet princess and a weaponsmith sung me lullabies to sleep in the nearby field. What a wonderful day.

I'm supposed to take today off by Sir Silas' order, but I'm already feeling fighting fit again. Who couldn't? That was amazing!

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Feb. 26, 2017, 9:10 a.m.(12/27/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Haati

Sang me to sleep and helped fix my armor. I didn't expect the first, and he didn't charge me for the second. I'll have to return the kindness, but how?

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Feb. 23, 2017, 11:58 a.m.(12/22/1005 AR)

So I learned how to dodge by having things thrown at me. I was never the kid who played catch, I was the kid who got out of the way. As I've gotten better I've had some more dangerous things thrown my way. I guess I got used to it.

So when someone asked me to teach them the art of evasion, I tried to go for something less dangerous. Vegetables! Dodging vegetables is easy, right? Well, I forgot why people normally throw produce at each other.

I don't think she'll want to talk to me again.

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