Written By Lenne
Nov. 29, 2019, 5:16 p.m.(4/15/1012 AR)
Last night was perhaps the most mortifying evening of my life.
My enthusiasm should perhaps be tempered with sense, in the future.
I really should compile a list of basic wisdom everyone should already know.
1. Not every conflict can be solved with idealistic drivel, especially in the realms of realpolitik.
2. Acting like a doomsayer shouting insanity in the town square, figuratively speaking, will not convince anyone.
3. Also, do not walk the spirit ways near the city, until you know what you're doing. You never know when the howling and snarling in the spirit world is actually a very pleasant and forgiving Marquis, and not a spirit or a wolf at all.
I really need to send father a note, telling him he was right about being utterly unprepared for the city.
...Once my feet stop hurting. I need to find a way to free my spirit that doesn't take bare feet in the forest.
My enthusiasm should perhaps be tempered with sense, in the future.
I really should compile a list of basic wisdom everyone should already know.
1. Not every conflict can be solved with idealistic drivel, especially in the realms of realpolitik.
2. Acting like a doomsayer shouting insanity in the town square, figuratively speaking, will not convince anyone.
3. Also, do not walk the spirit ways near the city, until you know what you're doing. You never know when the howling and snarling in the spirit world is actually a very pleasant and forgiving Marquis, and not a spirit or a wolf at all.
I really need to send father a note, telling him he was right about being utterly unprepared for the city.
...Once my feet stop hurting. I need to find a way to free my spirit that doesn't take bare feet in the forest.
Written By Lenne
Nov. 28, 2019, 7:58 p.m.(4/13/1012 AR)
What situation have I found myself in, here in the city?
I knew I would find secrets, when I came to Arx. I even expected dark ones, to be examined in the spirit of scholarship. But what I did not expect was to find open admission and discussion among the high echelons of the city of dark forces being combated, and demonic things stirring.
I cannot deny that Mikani's wisdom in saying that the North has its own collection of 'secrets', if you care to drop your prejudices and look. But this is beyond the pale!
Perhaps this should be a Black Journal. But why should it be hidden? It is truth, and by Vellichor, it should be told. The world is far to closed-minded as it is, and needs to face the plain facts:
The 'mythology' of the past is not a mythology at all.
Dark things walk the world, and the good and pious people of the Compact can't defend against what they deny the existence of.
I knew I would find secrets, when I came to Arx. I even expected dark ones, to be examined in the spirit of scholarship. But what I did not expect was to find open admission and discussion among the high echelons of the city of dark forces being combated, and demonic things stirring.
I cannot deny that Mikani's wisdom in saying that the North has its own collection of 'secrets', if you care to drop your prejudices and look. But this is beyond the pale!
Perhaps this should be a Black Journal. But why should it be hidden? It is truth, and by Vellichor, it should be told. The world is far to closed-minded as it is, and needs to face the plain facts:
The 'mythology' of the past is not a mythology at all.
Dark things walk the world, and the good and pious people of the Compact can't defend against what they deny the existence of.
Written By Lenne
Nov. 27, 2019, 2:33 a.m.(4/9/1012 AR)
Rysen was almost murdered tonight. A knife in the back, with more intended. We all hope that in moments like that, that we'll spring into action and save the day. I didn't. I froze like a startled deer until Lady Mikani's shouts for a doctor shoved some sense back into my head, and got me down to helping Rukhnis. She, at least, was exactly as unflappable and capable as I suspected. If it had been me, and not her, Rysen would likely be dead.
I knew something horrible would happen. The second I stepped off the boat in Stormwall, I felt something creeping up and down my spine. It had me babbling like a fool in front of Lady Mikani, and jumping at every touch or sound in my seat. Maybe some spirit was hungry for the coming blood. Though I only wish I could claim some second sight or sense, like half the frauds claiming to be spirit-walkers. Maybe I was just on edge to see an opera about war, in Stormwall, given things four years ago.
Life has become very complicated, very quickly. I was expecting to be sequestered in a warm, dusty library by now, not all this.
I knew something horrible would happen. The second I stepped off the boat in Stormwall, I felt something creeping up and down my spine. It had me babbling like a fool in front of Lady Mikani, and jumping at every touch or sound in my seat. Maybe some spirit was hungry for the coming blood. Though I only wish I could claim some second sight or sense, like half the frauds claiming to be spirit-walkers. Maybe I was just on edge to see an opera about war, in Stormwall, given things four years ago.
Life has become very complicated, very quickly. I was expecting to be sequestered in a warm, dusty library by now, not all this.
Written By Lenne
Nov. 26, 2019, 2:56 a.m.(4/7/1012 AR)
Traveling is a wonderful experience, full of newfound sights and delights. Traveling for weeks with two armswomen with no sense of humor and seemingly no passions in life is... not.
Arx! The center of history in the world! I don't think I've seen a more welcome sight in years. Nor a more overwhelming one. In Stormwall, everything is new. Here, you can feel the pressure of the years like a weight on your chest. There are houses older than any tree in the Grey Wood. I can believe that demons and spirits were broken here. How could you hope to overturn a place where half the cobblestones have seen the passage of millions of lives?
I'll miss my old journals. I'll miss the Wood. I'll even miss Darand with his wrinkly old face and hideous spirit-walking smoke. But I'd never live with myself if I turned down the chance to come to the capital. There are sure to be more answers here than anywhere else.
Everyone has been welcoming, but they don't seem to have been expecting me. Did the messenger not make it here? Perhaps I shouldn't have been so flippant about the guards and not taking a boat.
Arx! The center of history in the world! I don't think I've seen a more welcome sight in years. Nor a more overwhelming one. In Stormwall, everything is new. Here, you can feel the pressure of the years like a weight on your chest. There are houses older than any tree in the Grey Wood. I can believe that demons and spirits were broken here. How could you hope to overturn a place where half the cobblestones have seen the passage of millions of lives?
I'll miss my old journals. I'll miss the Wood. I'll even miss Darand with his wrinkly old face and hideous spirit-walking smoke. But I'd never live with myself if I turned down the chance to come to the capital. There are sure to be more answers here than anywhere else.
Everyone has been welcoming, but they don't seem to have been expecting me. Did the messenger not make it here? Perhaps I shouldn't have been so flippant about the guards and not taking a boat.
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