Written By Ilira
April 5, 2021, 11:13 a.m.(3/27/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Rarely can I relate so equally with both sides of a story.
Written By Orland
March 21, 2021, 4:26 p.m.(2/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts of ...love...
I love you when you're with me
And I miss you when you're far
Nothing will ever take me from you
There is no night without stars
I worship you completely
And this brilliant thing that's ours
I will be yours always
There is no night without stars
I will always keep you safe
In my devotion and my arms
I will live and die for you
There is no night without stars.
-- Written by Savio Pontelaeus
Here are words that resonate through the distances,
Where I have been has lead me to know what my existence is,
All made greater when one fashions a purpose of love
But further still, when one becomes the other's beloved...
I love you when you're with me
And I miss you when you're far
Nothing will ever take me from you
There is no night without stars
I worship you completely
And this brilliant thing that's ours
I will be yours always
There is no night without stars
I will always keep you safe
In my devotion and my arms
I will live and die for you
There is no night without stars.
-- Written by Savio Pontelaeus
Here are words that resonate through the distances,
Where I have been has lead me to know what my existence is,
All made greater when one fashions a purpose of love
But further still, when one becomes the other's beloved...
Written By Tyche
March 14, 2021, 8:10 p.m.(2/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Should anyone need instruction on how to properly begin missives, seek out this man.
Written By Dio
Feb. 27, 2021, 11:38 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
The air was cold; the water dark, like the color of wine. I was aboard a cog as the ambush was sprung along with others from Arx. As the oars cut the waters to close the distance, hooks were thrown and the ships were bound together. An invitation to reave from Lord Haakon Eswynd was not something I was going to sail past, and I joined the first boarding party.
The slavers aboard the holk fought with desperation and were not unskilled with their weapons. The Eswynd forces, in which I am to be included along with the other peers and sailors from the Compact, fell upon them like orcas amid a herd of seals, inspired by the exhortations of Lady Medeia Eswynd. The Northlands Champion Lady Brianna Halfshav seemed as at home amid the chaos of battle as Imogene had been drinking tea beside her clavichord. Together, we put resisting slavers to death.
In the last moments before the enemies' surrender, a slaver made a swipe at my throat with a cutlass, which the reflexes and swordsmanship of Savio Pontelaeus kept from claiming my life. That was the second time Savio had saved me. His awareness in battle is uncanny, nor are his wits dulled by fear: poetry flowed from his lips even as we made ready to board the enemy vessel, and his insults to our attackers added scorching roasts to the blood-slicked deck. Savio's preferred weapon is a rapier which he wields with great agility, and by its name, "Diplomacy," one can get a sense of both the cleverness and aim of this talented adventurer from Tremorous.
My wounds were tended by the skillful medicine of Lady Medeia, and I returned to Arx with a fair share of silver captured from the slavers, in time to embarrass myself upon a beautiful golden mare named Cloud, as I met with Princess Adrienne Pravus for a morning ride.
The slavers aboard the holk fought with desperation and were not unskilled with their weapons. The Eswynd forces, in which I am to be included along with the other peers and sailors from the Compact, fell upon them like orcas amid a herd of seals, inspired by the exhortations of Lady Medeia Eswynd. The Northlands Champion Lady Brianna Halfshav seemed as at home amid the chaos of battle as Imogene had been drinking tea beside her clavichord. Together, we put resisting slavers to death.
In the last moments before the enemies' surrender, a slaver made a swipe at my throat with a cutlass, which the reflexes and swordsmanship of Savio Pontelaeus kept from claiming my life. That was the second time Savio had saved me. His awareness in battle is uncanny, nor are his wits dulled by fear: poetry flowed from his lips even as we made ready to board the enemy vessel, and his insults to our attackers added scorching roasts to the blood-slicked deck. Savio's preferred weapon is a rapier which he wields with great agility, and by its name, "Diplomacy," one can get a sense of both the cleverness and aim of this talented adventurer from Tremorous.
My wounds were tended by the skillful medicine of Lady Medeia, and I returned to Arx with a fair share of silver captured from the slavers, in time to embarrass myself upon a beautiful golden mare named Cloud, as I met with Princess Adrienne Pravus for a morning ride.
Written By Orland
Feb. 23, 2021, 1:19 a.m.(12/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts of a proud ...... leman, .. inamorato, fancy man...
You are the People's Choice, a Champion of their Hearts. Be proud, the crown you won, while it shines with all that glass, can never be as brilliant or as beautiful as you are. If anyone doesn't know your name by now, they are missing out. Congratulations my sky, my night.
As I reflect on how fortunate I am to have come across your wildness, your drift, your glitter and glow, and smile when we are like two kids running free in our revelry, I know too, the tragedy of it all.
Neither of us are afraid of the dark. Metaphorically, you are the velvet of the night sky and I am like a star, sharing the same space, and enjoying the time that we have together, each knowing that the dawn must come, but each wrapped in each others embrace until it does. You provide a backdrop for me to shine, yet you fail to see what I do. I am not the only star. You lift them all up, small specks of light, flickering, unsure of where they fit, and you easily show them, sweeping them up with your songs and giving each one their own twinkling glimmer. You are my sky, my night. But you are also the People's.
The night, will be the new day.
You are the People's Choice, a Champion of their Hearts. Be proud, the crown you won, while it shines with all that glass, can never be as brilliant or as beautiful as you are. If anyone doesn't know your name by now, they are missing out. Congratulations my sky, my night.
As I reflect on how fortunate I am to have come across your wildness, your drift, your glitter and glow, and smile when we are like two kids running free in our revelry, I know too, the tragedy of it all.
Neither of us are afraid of the dark. Metaphorically, you are the velvet of the night sky and I am like a star, sharing the same space, and enjoying the time that we have together, each knowing that the dawn must come, but each wrapped in each others embrace until it does. You provide a backdrop for me to shine, yet you fail to see what I do. I am not the only star. You lift them all up, small specks of light, flickering, unsure of where they fit, and you easily show them, sweeping them up with your songs and giving each one their own twinkling glimmer. You are my sky, my night. But you are also the People's.
The night, will be the new day.
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 20, 2021, 3:42 p.m.(12/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
The fist fights of the people's tourney was amazing to watch and even more fun to be a part of. Congrats to Savio, a most amazing win by the bard. taunting everyone with a song and then claiming that he would be swallowing teeth. And instead, the man won. Well done.
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 3, 2021, 8:55 p.m.(11/15/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Someone said to praise Savio... I do one better, and have started crafting the instrument that we were talking about. Savio will be the first, and maybe the only performer with the instrument. As some that have come by the shop to see what I've been working on have exclaimed "Why are there bones on it?!"
Time will tell.
Time will tell.
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 2, 2021, 3 p.m.(11/12/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
After an interesting discussion of musical instruments it appears that I will be attempting to built a very special instrument that I haven't seen in a long time. Though would love to hear again. The main question at hand though, dear scholar... Due to its size, could it be built as a weapon as well?
I supposed trial and error in the build will tell us.
Now to go find a supply of horse hairs.
I supposed trial and error in the build will tell us.
Now to go find a supply of horse hairs.
Written By Orland
Jan. 31, 2021, 4:49 p.m.(11/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
** THIS JOURNAL IS SO INTERESTING YOU MUST SEE IT -- CHALLENGE CHECK **
Thoughts of an ... grand opportunist... a newly made bard, and someone in possession of the next Greatest Situation Ditty from BARD Savio Pontelaeus.
IN my Hands, I have a song written from a daunting moment of critical and most spectacular willpower, Savio has belted out another soon to be hit. The last, brought attention, the one I saved from the fire.
This one, he didn't write down in those sizzling sweet moments of temptation. But I did.
Want a piece of it? Are you should you can handle Sinfully Delicious Lyrics?
I don't know. I think he needs to know he has more followers.
Praise Savio. When you have, messenger me with DONE.
In return, you get saucy ballad that shouldn't have been sung!
SOUNDS FUN?
You know what to do.
Thoughts of an ... grand opportunist... a newly made bard, and someone in possession of the next Greatest Situation Ditty from BARD Savio Pontelaeus.
IN my Hands, I have a song written from a daunting moment of critical and most spectacular willpower, Savio has belted out another soon to be hit. The last, brought attention, the one I saved from the fire.
This one, he didn't write down in those sizzling sweet moments of temptation. But I did.
Want a piece of it? Are you should you can handle Sinfully Delicious Lyrics?
I don't know. I think he needs to know he has more followers.
Praise Savio. When you have, messenger me with DONE.
In return, you get saucy ballad that shouldn't have been sung!
SOUNDS FUN?
You know what to do.
Written By Orland
Jan. 27, 2021, 11:31 a.m.(10/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts of ....someone who stuck their hand in the fire to rescue greatness,
Now I sit here, with this singed hand holding the pages burnt and curled from the heat, I recognize what these strange emotions are, that have intoxicated my mind to do such a thing. But for these words, to save these words, I know it was worth any burn.
May these words never be lost, no matter who comes to tear you down, I will be there, as you were there for me.
Here is, a poem written by Savio Pontelaeus.
I'm calling it: Star-Crossed
I met you when you were broken, and so perhaps was I
We saw a hundred sightless corpses beneath a cold, indifferent sky
I reached to find you still there, and I didn't understand
The loss that would unmake me if you hadn't raised your hand
I saw you when you suffered and I wish I could have known
Exactly what it did to you when you were left alone
I knew I was a fractured thing, unworthy, lost and poor
But every time you said my name, I fell, I wanted more
I wanted to see you smile, wanted to see you light and free
Desperate to see you unbound even if it meant you don't choose me
I had to have a part of you even if it couldn't last
And I would break my heart for you if that is what you asked
You never pushed me to the side, you never walked away
And all my aching darkness was enchanted by your day
I would have given everything to stay with you by the sea
A perfect fragile sunlit world, known just to you and me
But I am not a lovely thing, although try I might
To remember how the daytime feels and walk out of the night
You are lambent and unfettered, your freedom unconstrained
And I still love you always, through my shadows and my chains
If there is a space between us, I know that I'm to blame
And if you're angry with me then I deserve that bitter flame
I did what I had to do, I thought, to make it right
I'm still here and I'm still me, captivated by your light
I know I walk a strange path now, but I don't want to be alone
Guide me with your starlight, love, I'll always come back home
And if this broken, wretched world is more than you can stand
You'll always find I reach for you, and I hope you take my hand.
Now I sit here, with this singed hand holding the pages burnt and curled from the heat, I recognize what these strange emotions are, that have intoxicated my mind to do such a thing. But for these words, to save these words, I know it was worth any burn.
May these words never be lost, no matter who comes to tear you down, I will be there, as you were there for me.
Here is, a poem written by Savio Pontelaeus.
I'm calling it: Star-Crossed
I met you when you were broken, and so perhaps was I
We saw a hundred sightless corpses beneath a cold, indifferent sky
I reached to find you still there, and I didn't understand
The loss that would unmake me if you hadn't raised your hand
I saw you when you suffered and I wish I could have known
Exactly what it did to you when you were left alone
I knew I was a fractured thing, unworthy, lost and poor
But every time you said my name, I fell, I wanted more
I wanted to see you smile, wanted to see you light and free
Desperate to see you unbound even if it meant you don't choose me
I had to have a part of you even if it couldn't last
And I would break my heart for you if that is what you asked
You never pushed me to the side, you never walked away
And all my aching darkness was enchanted by your day
I would have given everything to stay with you by the sea
A perfect fragile sunlit world, known just to you and me
But I am not a lovely thing, although try I might
To remember how the daytime feels and walk out of the night
You are lambent and unfettered, your freedom unconstrained
And I still love you always, through my shadows and my chains
If there is a space between us, I know that I'm to blame
And if you're angry with me then I deserve that bitter flame
I did what I had to do, I thought, to make it right
I'm still here and I'm still me, captivated by your light
I know I walk a strange path now, but I don't want to be alone
Guide me with your starlight, love, I'll always come back home
And if this broken, wretched world is more than you can stand
You'll always find I reach for you, and I hope you take my hand.
Written By Orland
Jan. 27, 2021, 11:31 a.m.(10/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts of ....someone who stuck their hand in the fire to rescue greatness,
Now I sit here, with this singed hand holding the pages burnt and curled from the heat, I recognize what these strange emotions are, that have intoxicated my mind to do such a thing. But for these words, to save these words, I know it was worth any burn.
May these words never be lost, no matter who comes to tear you down, I will be there, as you were there for me.
Here is, a poem written by Savio Pontelaeus.
I'm calling it: Star-Crossed
I met you when you were broken, and so perhaps was I
We saw a hundred sightless corpses beneath a cold, indifferent sky
I reached to find you still there, and I didn't understand
The loss that would unmake me if you hadn't raised your hand
I saw you when you suffered and I wish I could have known
Exactly what it did to you when you were left alone
I knew I was a fractured thing, unworthy, lost and poor
But every time you said my name, I fell, I wanted more
I wanted to see you smile, wanted to see you light and free
Desperate to see you unbound even if it meant you don't choose me
I had to have a part of you even if it couldn't last
And I would break my heart for you if that is what you asked
You never pushed me to the side, you never walked away
And all my aching darkness was enchanted by your day
I would have given everything to stay with you by the sea
A perfect fragile sunlit world, known just to you and me
But I am not a lovely thing, although try I might
To remember how the daytime feels and walk out of the night
You are lambent and unfettered, your freedom unconstrained
And I still love you always, through my shadows and my chains
If there is a space between us, I know that I'm to blame
And if you're angry with me then I deserve that bitter flame
I did what I had to do, I thought, to make it right
I'm still here and I'm still me, captivated by your light
I know I walk a strange path now, but I don't want to be alone
Guide me with your starlight, love, I'll always come back home
And if this broken, wretched world is more than you can stand
You'll always find I reach for you, and I hope you take my hand.
Now I sit here, with this singed hand holding the pages burnt and curled from the heat, I recognize what these strange emotions are, that have intoxicated my mind to do such a thing. But for these words, to save these words, I know it was worth any burn.
May these words never be lost, no matter who comes to tear you down, I will be there, as you were there for me.
Here is, a poem written by Savio Pontelaeus.
I'm calling it: Star-Crossed
I met you when you were broken, and so perhaps was I
We saw a hundred sightless corpses beneath a cold, indifferent sky
I reached to find you still there, and I didn't understand
The loss that would unmake me if you hadn't raised your hand
I saw you when you suffered and I wish I could have known
Exactly what it did to you when you were left alone
I knew I was a fractured thing, unworthy, lost and poor
But every time you said my name, I fell, I wanted more
I wanted to see you smile, wanted to see you light and free
Desperate to see you unbound even if it meant you don't choose me
I had to have a part of you even if it couldn't last
And I would break my heart for you if that is what you asked
You never pushed me to the side, you never walked away
And all my aching darkness was enchanted by your day
I would have given everything to stay with you by the sea
A perfect fragile sunlit world, known just to you and me
But I am not a lovely thing, although try I might
To remember how the daytime feels and walk out of the night
You are lambent and unfettered, your freedom unconstrained
And I still love you always, through my shadows and my chains
If there is a space between us, I know that I'm to blame
And if you're angry with me then I deserve that bitter flame
I did what I had to do, I thought, to make it right
I'm still here and I'm still me, captivated by your light
I know I walk a strange path now, but I don't want to be alone
Guide me with your starlight, love, I'll always come back home
And if this broken, wretched world is more than you can stand
You'll always find I reach for you, and I hope you take my hand.
Written By Dio
Jan. 22, 2021, 12:17 a.m.(10/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Before we set sail for Tremorus, Seraph Stilio of Pieros and Archscholar Sina offered benedictions on Journal Day. The Seraph is not bookish. He is brash and large, with a braided beard. He is beloved by his people, and his speech was eloquent in its simplicity. Shortly before he spoke the gathered crowd asked for a song. The seraph declined, and Whisper Selene offered one in his stead. In that setting, before all of our great trials, the beautiful voice of Selene united us, and fixed our imagination on all we might accomplish.
The next evening, I was preparing to extort the truth from a traitorous dog at the Hatted Rabbit Tavern in the Grand Bazaar. I was shocked to look up and see Princess Adrienne Pravus in company. For those familiar with the Princess, whose energy and virtues inspire deep respect, it is probably not hard to imagine how I felt about bringing a treacherous cur to beg for his life in her presence, and force him to make immediate amends for the slights he'd done me and the sailors of Ischia, or suffer an ignominious, agonizing and gruesome death.
The mood was transformed in an instant by the Bard Savio Pontelaeus, whose wit and song sparked joy wherever it was heard. He is a virtuoso in the arts of improvisation, and his songs seem effortless, yet are pleasing and exciting to hear. But I was wrong to think that I should be in debt to Savio solely for his talent in music, for not long after his performance in the Hatted Rabbit, I was engaged in a fight to the death. Savio's rapier stuck away a blade that otherwise would have opened my throat. His physical reflexes vie with his wit in sharpness. Little recompense it may be to the talented musician and duelist, as the vast horde of those who wish me dead now howl for his blood, but he has earned my gratitude and respect.
The next evening, I was preparing to extort the truth from a traitorous dog at the Hatted Rabbit Tavern in the Grand Bazaar. I was shocked to look up and see Princess Adrienne Pravus in company. For those familiar with the Princess, whose energy and virtues inspire deep respect, it is probably not hard to imagine how I felt about bringing a treacherous cur to beg for his life in her presence, and force him to make immediate amends for the slights he'd done me and the sailors of Ischia, or suffer an ignominious, agonizing and gruesome death.
The mood was transformed in an instant by the Bard Savio Pontelaeus, whose wit and song sparked joy wherever it was heard. He is a virtuoso in the arts of improvisation, and his songs seem effortless, yet are pleasing and exciting to hear. But I was wrong to think that I should be in debt to Savio solely for his talent in music, for not long after his performance in the Hatted Rabbit, I was engaged in a fight to the death. Savio's rapier stuck away a blade that otherwise would have opened my throat. His physical reflexes vie with his wit in sharpness. Little recompense it may be to the talented musician and duelist, as the vast horde of those who wish me dead now howl for his blood, but he has earned my gratitude and respect.
Written By Zakhar
Jan. 18, 2021, 10:39 p.m.(10/11/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
If you haven't met the Bard Savio. Go find them, befriend 'em, then get ready for the best song of your life.
Written By Orland
Jan. 10, 2021, 3:23 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts on Savio Pontelaeus, a friend, but more,
The first time I came across Savio Pontelaeus was on a ship bound for Greypeak, though I must profess my face was more over the side of the railing than useful for conversation. I was pretty green from that experience. I thought the storm waters would never let up, nor would my stomach. I honestly didn't speak much to him for the duration of the trip on shore, considering the gore. It wasn't a place to make friends. But, then the entire party who were rooting around for signs of life, ended up in a fight for our own. I think that's when I saw Savio's prowess as a fighter, nothing compared to Lady Andromeda's, but he had cut when he needed to cut and slashed when he needed to slash.
Then, I was left in the woods. Injured. It was bloody great. Really. Nothing like being in a strange place, in the deep deep dark woods, knowing some really screwed up weirdo was running amok, and you were bleeding from a disfiguring wrist wound. I was perfectly alright with it, honestly. Being alone is nothing. But I was relieved, when I heard someone's voice, some time later, calling, "Are you dead?"
Funny way to meet really. I'm pretty sure I hollered back after checking that I wasn't, a good pinch to the thigh was required. The hollar? Oh yes, it was something like "Only inside." I thought it was clever and most appropriate for my present situation.
From there, well from there... dear reader, I cannot sum it all up in one entry. There's too many parts weaved together. He came to see how I was doing and if I was dead yet. I felt his true concern. It was a thing of friendship, on the immediate, to have him veer off on a hundred different tangents, self degrading tangents being the most charming. He claims he's a drifter. I didn't believe it. So I showed him. Nothing can drift from the anchor I am. If I want to anchor you to me, I will. Or I won't. Or Raven will provide the anchor for me.
This became a very bad idea, to be friends. I mean, bad for all the people who don't know how to have fun and walk around with a stick up where the sun doesn't shine.. Our fun became easy. Poetry, parties, pissing Raven off. We even hosted an event called the Last Call, on the Rising Sun. If you missed that trip, you should be feeling sorry for yourself. It was a terribly good time, with a game gone sour by too many proper answers.
It's been great. In a weird, I'm too good for him, he's too good for me, someone's going to hurt me if I hurt him, why aren't we married yet even though we all know I'm not getting married until I'm 30 kinda way. It's been nice, but don't take him shopping, he looks and looks and looks... and doesn't want to answer your simple question of 'what do you like' because he doesn't want you to buy him things, but all you want to do is give him a nice vest...
You should meet him too. He's great at poetry. Just don't meet him too closely.
The first time I came across Savio Pontelaeus was on a ship bound for Greypeak, though I must profess my face was more over the side of the railing than useful for conversation. I was pretty green from that experience. I thought the storm waters would never let up, nor would my stomach. I honestly didn't speak much to him for the duration of the trip on shore, considering the gore. It wasn't a place to make friends. But, then the entire party who were rooting around for signs of life, ended up in a fight for our own. I think that's when I saw Savio's prowess as a fighter, nothing compared to Lady Andromeda's, but he had cut when he needed to cut and slashed when he needed to slash.
Then, I was left in the woods. Injured. It was bloody great. Really. Nothing like being in a strange place, in the deep deep dark woods, knowing some really screwed up weirdo was running amok, and you were bleeding from a disfiguring wrist wound. I was perfectly alright with it, honestly. Being alone is nothing. But I was relieved, when I heard someone's voice, some time later, calling, "Are you dead?"
Funny way to meet really. I'm pretty sure I hollered back after checking that I wasn't, a good pinch to the thigh was required. The hollar? Oh yes, it was something like "Only inside." I thought it was clever and most appropriate for my present situation.
From there, well from there... dear reader, I cannot sum it all up in one entry. There's too many parts weaved together. He came to see how I was doing and if I was dead yet. I felt his true concern. It was a thing of friendship, on the immediate, to have him veer off on a hundred different tangents, self degrading tangents being the most charming. He claims he's a drifter. I didn't believe it. So I showed him. Nothing can drift from the anchor I am. If I want to anchor you to me, I will. Or I won't. Or Raven will provide the anchor for me.
This became a very bad idea, to be friends. I mean, bad for all the people who don't know how to have fun and walk around with a stick up where the sun doesn't shine.. Our fun became easy. Poetry, parties, pissing Raven off. We even hosted an event called the Last Call, on the Rising Sun. If you missed that trip, you should be feeling sorry for yourself. It was a terribly good time, with a game gone sour by too many proper answers.
It's been great. In a weird, I'm too good for him, he's too good for me, someone's going to hurt me if I hurt him, why aren't we married yet even though we all know I'm not getting married until I'm 30 kinda way. It's been nice, but don't take him shopping, he looks and looks and looks... and doesn't want to answer your simple question of 'what do you like' because he doesn't want you to buy him things, but all you want to do is give him a nice vest...
You should meet him too. He's great at poetry. Just don't meet him too closely.
Written By Raven
Jan. 8, 2021, 2:41 p.m.(9/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Insufferable Wastrel. Claims we're best friends and I can't seem to convince him otherwise. He's always good for a laugh though.
Written By Orland
Dec. 20, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts of a Friend;
I can set aside his leaving me behind in the woods, since he got me back to the villa after I apparently passed out at a recent party.
The drifter who drifts in certain directions is welcome to drift my way again.
I can set aside his leaving me behind in the woods, since he got me back to the villa after I apparently passed out at a recent party.
The drifter who drifts in certain directions is welcome to drift my way again.
Written By Ezmeralda
Dec. 17, 2020, 1:14 a.m.(8/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Remind me to have you take notes for every meeting in the future Savio. This was everything and you have a gift for...well you know what you have a gift for. We love you for it. While I will refrain from adding additional commentary on the subject I was quite confused about the level of piety expected as members of the Peerage. Granted this is no doubt due to the fact that I am 'a faithless Prodigal upstart' but it was very relieving to hear the people of the Compact share their own opinions on that particular subject.
Marquis Dio had an endless amount of patience and didn't respond to the provocations from the Thraxian attendants. Princess Lucrezia speaks in the way of Tremorus, direct and without apology for shooting straight. My impression from that meeting was utterly depressing. There is animosity towards our new Lieges, perhaps towards the entire fealty -- of this I cannot be too sure yet because I honestly don't understand some of the undertones in the first place. Overtures were made to people being criminals and tasteless, which was ironic considering the circumstances. With all this being said I sincerely hope people can set aside their differences for the common wellbeing of Arvum.
Our enemy is united as one in their hatred against us and I can imagine that even though the various noble houses of Skal'daja have their gripes and peeves with one another they're leaving it for after the coming war or, more optimistically, they are settling those scores before the conflict begins so their cohesion will not suffer for it. I have to say as the newest House to join the Compact from what I have seen this is...not good.
Marquis Dio had an endless amount of patience and didn't respond to the provocations from the Thraxian attendants. Princess Lucrezia speaks in the way of Tremorus, direct and without apology for shooting straight. My impression from that meeting was utterly depressing. There is animosity towards our new Lieges, perhaps towards the entire fealty -- of this I cannot be too sure yet because I honestly don't understand some of the undertones in the first place. Overtures were made to people being criminals and tasteless, which was ironic considering the circumstances. With all this being said I sincerely hope people can set aside their differences for the common wellbeing of Arvum.
Our enemy is united as one in their hatred against us and I can imagine that even though the various noble houses of Skal'daja have their gripes and peeves with one another they're leaving it for after the coming war or, more optimistically, they are settling those scores before the conflict begins so their cohesion will not suffer for it. I have to say as the newest House to join the Compact from what I have seen this is...not good.
Written By Duarte
Dec. 16, 2020, 3:52 p.m.(7/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Savio's extremely detailed and precise minutes recorded at the Navel Contemplation Conflagration is entirely accurate.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 14, 2020, 6 a.m.(7/24/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Being a bard is a profession that earns you money. People pay you to sing and play music and tell stories and generally make everything BETTER.
So, I don't even understand what this Raven is on about. Bards are, by definition, useful - or there wouldn't be a profession, or something people PAY for. One of the most prestigious organisations in the Compact is the Bard's College. I could go on ahead and list the merits of music and song and what USE it has, but if Raven can't figure this out themselves, they might want to go get some lessons by the disciples of Jayus.
So, I don't even understand what this Raven is on about. Bards are, by definition, useful - or there wouldn't be a profession, or something people PAY for. One of the most prestigious organisations in the Compact is the Bard's College. I could go on ahead and list the merits of music and song and what USE it has, but if Raven can't figure this out themselves, they might want to go get some lessons by the disciples of Jayus.
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