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Written By Fiachra

Feb. 18, 2017, 12:04 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

I was born one of the Abandoned. Perhaps that gives me a different perspective in regards to the current situation than others. However, I don't think it really requires any thought, any decision, to decide to help refugees, regardless of whether or not they're part of the Compact. We're -all- the people of Arvum, and all of us face the same threats. The mistakes of the past do not need to be repeated, in deciding that some are more worthy than others. It's time to bridge the rifts, not widen them.

Written By Fiachra

Jan. 28, 2017, 12:40 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Some would say that as a heathen prodigal, I don't know what honour is. I knew what it was when I was but an Abandoned woodsman, fighting to protect my clan and my home. I know what it is now, having come to Arx to offer my skills and talents in service of the Compact in general and the Oathlands in particular.

A sickness has fallen over the land. It's going to take a great effort to root it out and destroy it. Our future is at stake, as well as the lives of everyone and everything in Arvum. I fight for all; those of the Faith, those of shamanistic beliefs like myself, and yes, even for those Abandoned who still choose to live apart. Not so long ago, I was one of them, after all. I fight because not only is it the right thing to do, it is the honourable thing to do.

There is too much at stake to be distracted by greed, narcissism, or one of many other things that shouldn't matter right now.

Written By Fiachra

Jan. 17, 2017, 3:50 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)

Does the dominus even know the meaning of the word wanton? I am fairly certain that the answer to that is no, considering its use to describe the members of my family. I have to wonder if he's ever been in the same room as any of us outside the Assembly; we'd probably give the poor man a heart attack or worse if he had to endure our pagan presence. Not that it matters. I'm certain I'm not the only one who sees this "proclamation" for what it truly is.

Written By Fiachra

Jan. 15, 2017, 1:56 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

I feel like my elk trampled me, dancing a little jig. Before that wasn't too bad, though, and I highly recommend Nightgold whiskey to anyone and everyone. That said...

I've had my first taste of what it's like to make hard decisions. I can't say that I enjoyed it all that much. But we couldn't have saved her; by the time we heard that scream, it was already too far, too late. Perhaps one or two of us might have returned if we had charged in, but I doubt it. There is still mutation going on in those woods, and an animal cunning as well as an inability to feel pain makes our foes considerably more dangerous than mere humans. I agreed to act as guide, and that made their lives my responsibility. I would not - could not - throw them away.

Even more than the warriors, we will need our scholars, our shamans, for the days to come, because when the fighting is done, we'll need to put the world to rights.

Something needs to be done about the tribesmen, yes. But only with those equipped properly to deal with them.

And if I keep repeating all this to myself, will it make me feel any better about having made the right decision?

Written By Fiachra

Jan. 7, 2017, 4:37 a.m.(8/6/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

I am glad to have her here. Of all of those who bear the Greenmarch name, perhaps she is the one most like myself. We understand each other, even those things that would be difficult to articulate to others. We'll need her, just as we'll need us all, in the days to come.

Written By Fiachra

Jan. 7, 2017, 4:31 a.m.(8/6/1005 AR)

That was the first taste of an Assembly for me, and I can't say it left me impressed. Or with much confidence in the Compact, beyond perhaps Houses Valardin and Redrain. This doorway has been creeping open for a while, and letting the darkness seep into our world. This... solution... will be but a drop in the bucket at best, and lives simply wasted at worst. It was not for this that I was driven forth to seek answers to those things that I have seen.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 31, 2016, 12:51 a.m.(7/12/1005 AR)

There is a trophy in the Valardin audience hall that my sister had made for Princess Alis. I am certain that she thought that I would be ready to strangle her for it, but no. If she wants to poke me with that particular stick, well then. I've never been one unable to rise to an appropriate challenge. Especially one that promises more entertainment in times ahead with the Valardin princess. Though that begs the question - instead of being a sympathetic ally to Prince Edain, am I now an accomplice in getting his hair to turn white before his thirtieth birthday?

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 28, 2016, 6 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Percephon

Are all of the younger Telmar lords so interesting? I find myself rather hoping so. In a similar way to Neve, I find Lord Percephon refreshing to speak to. While I can't say that I share his enthusiasm for all knowledge, regardless of type, I do appreciate his passion for it. I sincerely hope that he is able to help my sister and I untangle some of the various threads surrounding us in ways we can make sense of. I believe that like his cousin, I will be calling him friend sooner, rather than later.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 28, 2016, 5:54 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)

There's a difference between knowing that there is something malevolent growing in the dark places of the earth and the forest, and actually seeing it for yourself. Though the beast heading towards my home has been slain by myself and my more than capable companions, that doesn't change what has been left in its wake.

The land remains sick, dead. It is warped nearly beyond even my ability to recognize it, and I shudder to think what might have happened had we not stopped it in time. But this won't be the only one. I know that much. The real question is that even if we manage to push back the coming tides of darkness, what will be left? Surely not this... death. There must be some way we can reverse what has been done, so that these scars won't be the legacy we leave to the future.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 20, 2016, 11:22 a.m.(6/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ansel

Another pleasant surprise in meeting Lord Ansel for breakfast at the inn - we have something of an understanding between us, and I admit I would like to know more about the man underneath the noble veneer. I do believe that we need to bring the Telmarch lord to the Greenwood at some point; such beauty needs to be shared with one who would appreciate it.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 20, 2016, 11:09 a.m.(6/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Neve

Always a breath of fresh air, Neve's presence is like having the Greenwood brought with us to Arx. It helps to lessen the longing for home. I sincerely hope that the city is made the better for her presence in it; she is a shining light.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 18, 2016, 7:20 a.m.(6/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Meeting Dame Ida was an absolute delight. Frank in her opinions, and she sees things in a way that those born to nobility do not. I will certainly be taking her up on her offer to visit again; this may be the start of a thoroughly enjoyable friendship. I can't wait to see the final result of her designs for my commissions.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 18, 2016, 7:13 a.m.(6/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

Not at all what I was expecting of the Valardin Prince. He seems earnest, especially in his desire to embrace even the newest members of the Compact. It remains to be seen if what I have observed so far is indeed the truth, but I am willing to take the time needed to be certain.

Written By Fiachra

Dec. 18, 2016, 6:53 a.m.(6/2/1005 AR)

I have to say that I'm not sure that these journals are the historical accounts the generations to come will need. But I suppose I will do my part, and make my contribution, as that is why I have come to the city, after all. Well, that and because my dear baby sister requires someone to keep her out of trouble. Unfortunately, it sounds like she will soon have accomplices and it may be more than I can manage.

Worse, though, is the news that greeted me, that there may be something headed towards the Greenwood. And me without a decent bow to my name. Looks like I'll have to remedy that situation as quickly as possible, as well as cornering cousin Niamh for details.

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