Written By Driskell
Feb. 5, 2018, 8:23 p.m.(2/15/1008 AR)
Seek not in the past the heroes of which today needs, their time is not now. The echoes of their deeds and lives are just that, echoes. The present requires the living to make their choices, to set their mark upon the world and choose whether or not their actions will make the world better than that which was given to them.
Become the heroes that a world desperately clinging to hope is needing.
Or if you're in a Thraxan kind of mood, ships never reach their destination by looking behind them, guide your ship to the stars ahead.
Become the heroes that a world desperately clinging to hope is needing.
Or if you're in a Thraxan kind of mood, ships never reach their destination by looking behind them, guide your ship to the stars ahead.
Written By Driskell
Feb. 2, 2018, 4:31 p.m.(2/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Giulio
The door to the treasure hall of knowledge is unlocked by the key of questions. Let no one man say they are the doorman, for there are multiple entrances if one simply looks.
But what is knowledge without wisdom to know when to use it? May you seek balance, may you always question and may you find that the more you learn, the more you don't know.
But what is knowledge without wisdom to know when to use it? May you seek balance, may you always question and may you find that the more you learn, the more you don't know.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 27, 2018, 2:24 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I agree. It shows that there's relationships being made, unity slowly coming together. I mean, I from time to time even write recipes in mine.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 27, 2018, 4:20 a.m.(1/17/1008 AR)
As a priest and prelate of Vellichor, I find that it isn't ridiculous or a waste of resources being used on the recent journals talking about comparing flowers and persons. Vellichor is the god of history, old words written on new papers that often struggle to show the prismatic variations of the souls. You are living beings, souls that are here for only a brief moment.
Rejoice you have the opportunity to share your thoughts, and may those in the future look back at these and see that you were unique and beautifully flawed but living beings.
Rejoice you have the opportunity to share your thoughts, and may those in the future look back at these and see that you were unique and beautifully flawed but living beings.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 24, 2018, 4:56 a.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
For the records lest I forget, a few verses of the Prelate's Psalm.
Great children flew above the skies,
true lords without peer or equal.
Rebelled did they against their fate,
twin banner created upheaval.
Where sun and moon joined together,
a third lay purposefully hidden.
A covenant broken for power was gained,
terrible truth to them was forbidden.
Sun and moon crashed and warred,
sun in revenge did smite the great children.
Moon eclipsed the sun and peace was won,
skulls danced as they were bidden.
A city of jet formed deep down,
as moon crashed to the west.
A bloody queen whose rage did burn,
a choice freed all the rest.
Sun and moon flew to the north,
where winter does not die.
And slowly stokes the fire of wrath,
as sun plots against former ally.
Metal moved across the lands,
scorching a world in dark.
Against them moved a great beast,
to open gates for its dark patriarch.
Badger, bat and spider did meet,
a treaty in night did they create.
Against the threat that consumed the east,
darkness to light gravitates.
A sacrifice of gold was made,
as midnight conquered the land.
A king who listened like a queen,
darkness could not withstand.
Five crowns upon a head did roll,
slain by a huntsman king.
Five crowns were marshaled by a queen,
and slay did she the fell king.
And so the cycle does repeat,
forever it may seem.
Until the day comes when it is done,
and through destruction comes a new dream.
Non Omnis Moriar, the words are said,
unseen ribbons weave through all things.
Of how opposites are all connected,
and what their choices will bring.
Great children flew above the skies,
true lords without peer or equal.
Rebelled did they against their fate,
twin banner created upheaval.
Where sun and moon joined together,
a third lay purposefully hidden.
A covenant broken for power was gained,
terrible truth to them was forbidden.
Sun and moon crashed and warred,
sun in revenge did smite the great children.
Moon eclipsed the sun and peace was won,
skulls danced as they were bidden.
A city of jet formed deep down,
as moon crashed to the west.
A bloody queen whose rage did burn,
a choice freed all the rest.
Sun and moon flew to the north,
where winter does not die.
And slowly stokes the fire of wrath,
as sun plots against former ally.
Metal moved across the lands,
scorching a world in dark.
Against them moved a great beast,
to open gates for its dark patriarch.
Badger, bat and spider did meet,
a treaty in night did they create.
Against the threat that consumed the east,
darkness to light gravitates.
A sacrifice of gold was made,
as midnight conquered the land.
A king who listened like a queen,
darkness could not withstand.
Five crowns upon a head did roll,
slain by a huntsman king.
Five crowns were marshaled by a queen,
and slay did she the fell king.
And so the cycle does repeat,
forever it may seem.
Until the day comes when it is done,
and through destruction comes a new dream.
Non Omnis Moriar, the words are said,
unseen ribbons weave through all things.
Of how opposites are all connected,
and what their choices will bring.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 17, 2018, 10:29 p.m.(12/26/1007 AR)
We toil in sweat, hardship and exhaustion whether our tasks are in field, ocean, mountain, forest or city. Our work that we do is but a piece in the song of life, mixed with the cries of joy and strife, births and deaths, hymns of peace and dirges of war. However, the gods should be always remembered in our deeds, words and thoughts, our prayers spoken aloud to them as we beseech their blessings upon the work that we do so that we might make the world a far better place than that which we were given, for to each of us is the responsibility of being caretakers of the souls within us.
Blessed are those who not only petition the gods daily, but lift up their voices in worship and praise. Blessed are those that seek to learn from each of the gods, as the world is created in splendor with a myriad of mysteries to explore. Let this be of help to you then, may you remember it and it become a part of your daily routine.
From midnight to the sixth hour as darkness reigns until the sun breaks its first light, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Thirteenth.
"In this darkest of hours, I give thanks. May my heart not yield to extremes, may I not be controlled by my passions or not act due to apathy, but instead may I temper my strong emotions with a hope and dream of what I aspire to be. May I be quick to forgive and seek to be the change I desire to see in others. May my thoughts never rush to extremes, but let me live a life in balance."
From the moment the sun breaks first light until midday, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Tetrad of Creation.
"As darkness has lifted and a new day comes, I give thanks. May my heart be filled with hope as the gift of this day given to me is not wasted, but instead used to grow hope and goodness in others. May my first words and actions with each person be one that sharpens them, may my heart be open to receive correction."
From midday until the eighteenth hour, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Tetrad of Concepts.
"As I toil and work through the day, I give thanks. May my deeds bring honor to myself, may I treat and conduct myself with others as if I were serving myself and see the best in those I come across. May I work to the best of my abilities, and strive to become better in all that I do for my work and actions are praises to the gods."
From the moment the sun sets until midnight, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Tetrad of Arts and Sciences.
"As the day finishes, I give thanks. May my last thoughts at this hour focus my heart on the most ideal aspirations I have. May I reflect on the deeds that I've done and where I have erred, may I seek forgiveness and ask for help. My I teach and inspire others to become more than what they are today, and may my heart yearn for tomorrow so I might show what I have learned.
Blessed are those who not only petition the gods daily, but lift up their voices in worship and praise. Blessed are those that seek to learn from each of the gods, as the world is created in splendor with a myriad of mysteries to explore. Let this be of help to you then, may you remember it and it become a part of your daily routine.
From midnight to the sixth hour as darkness reigns until the sun breaks its first light, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Thirteenth.
"In this darkest of hours, I give thanks. May my heart not yield to extremes, may I not be controlled by my passions or not act due to apathy, but instead may I temper my strong emotions with a hope and dream of what I aspire to be. May I be quick to forgive and seek to be the change I desire to see in others. May my thoughts never rush to extremes, but let me live a life in balance."
From the moment the sun breaks first light until midday, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Tetrad of Creation.
"As darkness has lifted and a new day comes, I give thanks. May my heart be filled with hope as the gift of this day given to me is not wasted, but instead used to grow hope and goodness in others. May my first words and actions with each person be one that sharpens them, may my heart be open to receive correction."
From midday until the eighteenth hour, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Tetrad of Concepts.
"As I toil and work through the day, I give thanks. May my deeds bring honor to myself, may I treat and conduct myself with others as if I were serving myself and see the best in those I come across. May I work to the best of my abilities, and strive to become better in all that I do for my work and actions are praises to the gods."
From the moment the sun sets until midnight, may your hearts and words be in joy to the Tetrad of Arts and Sciences.
"As the day finishes, I give thanks. May my last thoughts at this hour focus my heart on the most ideal aspirations I have. May I reflect on the deeds that I've done and where I have erred, may I seek forgiveness and ask for help. My I teach and inspire others to become more than what they are today, and may my heart yearn for tomorrow so I might show what I have learned.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 17, 2018, 1:46 p.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
Ready when you are.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 15, 2018, 12:23 a.m.(12/20/1007 AR)
In case I misplace it.
"Beyond the shore, beyond your sight,
that which lays hidden to stop encroaching night.
A goddess of wind, a goddess of sea,
an upcoming storm from a reflection now free.
A fire like the sun, a spark in the night,
Find the lost star, the sky's hidden light.
A place now forgotten, gone from memory.
Where shamans did walk, across the great sea.
Ancients of spirit that walked in the land,
Hear life being sacrificed, blood spilt on sand.
Rise up their anger, stop blood shed,
A shaman can help if they are but led."
"Beyond the shore, beyond your sight,
that which lays hidden to stop encroaching night.
A goddess of wind, a goddess of sea,
an upcoming storm from a reflection now free.
A fire like the sun, a spark in the night,
Find the lost star, the sky's hidden light.
A place now forgotten, gone from memory.
Where shamans did walk, across the great sea.
Ancients of spirit that walked in the land,
Hear life being sacrificed, blood spilt on sand.
Rise up their anger, stop blood shed,
A shaman can help if they are but led."
Written By Driskell
Jan. 13, 2018, 2:54 a.m.(12/16/1007 AR)
It is unfortunate that there are some who would cast judgment upon an entire race based on the aberrations that spawned from them, as if humanity could claim purity. When we seek to see the worst in a soul, what we truly are seeing is the corruption reflected back and twisting our view.
While, yes, an elven lord enslaved friend and family alike to the Abyss far away in time the majority have forgotten does not mean the sylv'afar, nox'alfar, marin'alfar or others are all abhorrent and plotting to destroy the world. They are similar to you with aspirations and dreams to be better than they are, they struggle with dark passions that threaten to control them if they give in. They bleed, they are born, they die although some seem to live far longer than you will ever naturally live.
Look to others as you would look to yourself, find allies and friends. Unify, for without unity, hope cannot spread to the far corners of the world no matter how hard you desire. Disunity is a tool of the enemy.
Just as there are many gods that the light passes through upon the altar stone of our soul to illuminate it in a myriad of colors, so too we should celebrate the wide diversity of those who share with us the dream.
While, yes, an elven lord enslaved friend and family alike to the Abyss far away in time the majority have forgotten does not mean the sylv'afar, nox'alfar, marin'alfar or others are all abhorrent and plotting to destroy the world. They are similar to you with aspirations and dreams to be better than they are, they struggle with dark passions that threaten to control them if they give in. They bleed, they are born, they die although some seem to live far longer than you will ever naturally live.
Look to others as you would look to yourself, find allies and friends. Unify, for without unity, hope cannot spread to the far corners of the world no matter how hard you desire. Disunity is a tool of the enemy.
Just as there are many gods that the light passes through upon the altar stone of our soul to illuminate it in a myriad of colors, so too we should celebrate the wide diversity of those who share with us the dream.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 10, 2018, 11:52 p.m.(12/10/1007 AR)
I'm remembering.
From not many, five were chosen.
From thirteen, five were blessed.
From five, four triads and one then known.
From one, five empowered against the End of All.
From not many, five were chosen.
From thirteen, five were blessed.
From five, four triads and one then known.
From one, five empowered against the End of All.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 6, 2018, 2:08 a.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Something found but committing to the journals for later.
A thousand years ago,
Calamity did rise.
To scorch the world asunder,
a new age was the prize.
A place of no mortal consequence,
their closed eyes could not see.
For what could matter at a forgotten altar,
as black as midnight sea?
A dozen knights and gods ignored,
a proud king could not be moved.
But upon the Thirteenth's horrific visage,
His power He did prove.
The King awoke with a bloodcurdling scream,
the Reckoning for he did see.
And so a fortress he did build,
upon the thinnest point proved key.
A king of kings stood fast,
but alone he was not.
For kings and queens did answer,
a sacred bind between was wrought.
Calamity did come,
a darkness fell from on high.
A blazing light, of dragon's fire,
stronger still were his allies.
A thousand years ago,
twelve gods and knights did try.
When darkness would seem to win,
the Thirteenth's power could not be denied.
A story told in secret,
passed down from line to line,
Of how a king of king's heart did change,
a terrible reckoning made benign.
A thousand years ago,
Calamity did rise.
To scorch the world asunder,
a new age was the prize.
A place of no mortal consequence,
their closed eyes could not see.
For what could matter at a forgotten altar,
as black as midnight sea?
A dozen knights and gods ignored,
a proud king could not be moved.
But upon the Thirteenth's horrific visage,
His power He did prove.
The King awoke with a bloodcurdling scream,
the Reckoning for he did see.
And so a fortress he did build,
upon the thinnest point proved key.
A king of kings stood fast,
but alone he was not.
For kings and queens did answer,
a sacred bind between was wrought.
Calamity did come,
a darkness fell from on high.
A blazing light, of dragon's fire,
stronger still were his allies.
A thousand years ago,
twelve gods and knights did try.
When darkness would seem to win,
the Thirteenth's power could not be denied.
A story told in secret,
passed down from line to line,
Of how a king of king's heart did change,
a terrible reckoning made benign.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 5, 2018, 2:24 a.m.(11/26/1007 AR)
There is a darkening storm coming, where the forces of darkness and the forces of light rise up like two tidal waves set to crash within each other. A series of decisions and choices made, some long ago yet some so recent, which have created an imbalance and a price which will be paid whichever side who fights claims a victory.
Why is there suffering?
Why is there misery?
Why don't the gods hear my prayers and give me what I ask?
I hear these questions often as a priest and more it seems today. The gods and their reflections are the epitome of either the highest values we cherish or the lowest values we despise. Pray to each of the gods, venerate them as you should and stretch yourself to those lofty aspirational dreams. But don't neglect to seek to improve and evolve by learning from the harshness of their reflections and the learning opportunities they present.
Remember dear readers, mortals defending the balance of the world is never about death, but life.
Why is there suffering?
Why is there misery?
Why don't the gods hear my prayers and give me what I ask?
I hear these questions often as a priest and more it seems today. The gods and their reflections are the epitome of either the highest values we cherish or the lowest values we despise. Pray to each of the gods, venerate them as you should and stretch yourself to those lofty aspirational dreams. But don't neglect to seek to improve and evolve by learning from the harshness of their reflections and the learning opportunities they present.
Remember dear readers, mortals defending the balance of the world is never about death, but life.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 3, 2018, 8:18 p.m.(11/24/1007 AR)
I have returned to Arx from my faith pilgrimage, carrying a few rather interesting objects and one for the harlequin Mae although I don't think she'll understand just what it is I'm gifting. As I walked through the Merchant Gate I thought how often do battling sides reflect each other in a warped way that which they desire to extinguish in the other.
I'm reminded too of His words: A fight between two brings joy to the unseen which observes in silence. Brothers and sisters who fight against one another will see their things taken by a stranger; avoid conflict where reasoning shows another way, lest we weaken ourselves and others to corruption.
I'm reminded too of His words: A fight between two brings joy to the unseen which observes in silence. Brothers and sisters who fight against one another will see their things taken by a stranger; avoid conflict where reasoning shows another way, lest we weaken ourselves and others to corruption.
Written By Driskell
Dec. 8, 2017, 1:30 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
A passage from the Proverbs of the Theologia Tehomatica: May I always be quick to forgive those who in a moment of weakness cause harm, for a soul grows when they are given the opportunity to learn from their mistakes. Blessed are they who choose not to act upon another's weakness for their own gain, for doing otherwise grows the corruption within themselves.
Written By Driskell
Dec. 5, 2017, 3:33 a.m.(9/17/1007 AR)
Not everyone that smiles is happy, not everyone that frowns is sad. No matter what you might hear from others, I'm doing fine.
Just fine.
Just fine.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 30, 2017, 8:18 p.m.(9/9/1007 AR)
Balance is desired although difficult to maintain> For every action taken, one should expect a reaction.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 23, 2017, 7:05 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
A passage from the Proverbs of the Theologia Tehomatica: What good does it do to run as quickly as you can when you're moving down the wrong road? Not all paths lead to the same destination, take time to think before you act.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 14, 2017, 8:20 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Thirteen scattered throughout the land called back to reunion; a story forgotten by time and man to be remembered. What is lost can be found and returned by five at the gate, waiting to be opened by the choice of the chosen.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 13, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(7/28/1007 AR)
No matter how great the force that works against you may be, remember that you have the ultimate power in the world; your choice.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 7, 2017, 6:08 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
Not all wounds are to be healed in this lifetime, but all experiences can teach.
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