Written By Aiden
May 13, 2018, 8:38 p.m.(9/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
We may not talk much or see eachother often, but I'm proud to call you my brother. Thank you for helping me and supporting me.
Written By Aiden
May 13, 2018, 8:37 p.m.(9/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
My beloved, how can I ever thank you for all the support and love? For all the patience and caring? You're my best friend. Thank you doesn't seem enough but you've made my life one that has been lived better. Love you, my knight.
Written By Aiden
May 13, 2018, 8:34 p.m.(9/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Grazia
I have come to realize how fortunate I'll be to be at her side. I look forward to learning about her people and her family. Our marriage is fast approaching.
Written By Aiden
May 6, 2018, 1:58 p.m.(9/11/1008 AR)
While I have not been doing my duty to Vellichor recently in writing journals, I feel there has just been too much gone on to properly record and little time to record it... Between Lord Lysander's wedding and a pilgrimage undertaken for Vellichor, on top of returning to Crovane several times, and meeting my betrothed... my pen hasn't made any of what I've done justice thus far. I will... try, in coming days, to rectify that.
Written By Aiden
April 16, 2018, 12:20 a.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Two strangers will come together to stand by one another, to strive to protect, to provide, and help people those of Gemecitta prosper, as is our duty. House Grayson, and more importantly my parents, and those who have been in my life since coming to Arx two years ago, have given me the tools to ensure that I can give my best to those who deserve it most. That I will be a strong leader that will aid in guiding the future of the people and the lands to a successful and bright future. I will strive to make all those who have put faith in me, who have seen me grow as a man, toward this new road that opens up before me, and to provide as a strong Duke-Consort to the Duchess Rubino.
The future is ours to write.
The future is ours to write.
Written By Aiden
April 13, 2018, 2:46 a.m.(7/16/1008 AR)
I'm on the precipice of monumental change and it is a leap I can never take back. It is near time to break away from what I was and forge ahead into what I will become.
Only time will tell what that will be...
Only time will tell what that will be...
Written By Aiden
April 6, 2018, 4:45 p.m.(7/4/1008 AR)
It was while I was tired ...., that he finally told me. Master Chalk no longer has to go by a name that was given him. So he is, Sir Fances Flappington, the fourth of that name. It is a highly regarded namesake reserved in tradition for the albino blood that runs in his family.
Shortly after, the Baroness Saik sent me a missive and wished of my company, a visit with a friend that was greatly needed. The world turned around so quickly...
...I am to be a god parent of Lucita and Estaban's Saik's child or children. I am honored and doubly proud to be entrusted as much.
And thank you Sabella. I will visit with you soon.
Shortly after, the Baroness Saik sent me a missive and wished of my company, a visit with a friend that was greatly needed. The world turned around so quickly...
...I am to be a god parent of Lucita and Estaban's Saik's child or children. I am honored and doubly proud to be entrusted as much.
And thank you Sabella. I will visit with you soon.
Written By Aiden
April 6, 2018, 1:44 p.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
Journal,
I have to make a conscious effort to be okay...
Today... I just don't have the effort.
I am tired.
I have to make a conscious effort to be okay...
Today... I just don't have the effort.
I am tired.
Written By Aiden
April 4, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(6/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
You would probably be embarrassed to see such a painting of yourself, but after your blush faded, I'm sure you'd be proud of what this painting represents. I'll try to describe it to you, my friend.
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Eyes the color of a bright sky look out from this
portrait, the gaze seeming to be looking at those
who pass by and measure them. The eyes of a guard,
an admiral, a protective brother and husband.
Baron Estaban Saik is shown upon the fore of the
vessel of his final command, dressed in the colors
of Southport with his Iron Guard insignia at his
belt. His youth and bravery are clear in his stance
and position, that of a leader ready to face down
what danger may come upon him and his crew. A cat
in the style of house Saik's sigil prowls the ship
with blue eyes that echo those of the Baron.
Surrounding the portrait are woven thinly braided
of seasilk, the edges of the sky and the water
having been painted to reflect a similar color
where the silken framing and the painting meet.
Then there's a plaque in the frame. I turn my finger over it and it hovers over the year in which you were taken from us, a year that many thousands died alongside you. It reads:
"In Memory of Baron Estaban Saik, AR 983-1008"
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Beautiful, isn't it...
Thank you Sparte.
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Eyes the color of a bright sky look out from this
portrait, the gaze seeming to be looking at those
who pass by and measure them. The eyes of a guard,
an admiral, a protective brother and husband.
Baron Estaban Saik is shown upon the fore of the
vessel of his final command, dressed in the colors
of Southport with his Iron Guard insignia at his
belt. His youth and bravery are clear in his stance
and position, that of a leader ready to face down
what danger may come upon him and his crew. A cat
in the style of house Saik's sigil prowls the ship
with blue eyes that echo those of the Baron.
Surrounding the portrait are woven thinly braided
of seasilk, the edges of the sky and the water
having been painted to reflect a similar color
where the silken framing and the painting meet.
Then there's a plaque in the frame. I turn my finger over it and it hovers over the year in which you were taken from us, a year that many thousands died alongside you. It reads:
"In Memory of Baron Estaban Saik, AR 983-1008"
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Beautiful, isn't it...
Thank you Sparte.
Written By Aiden
April 4, 2018, 3:45 p.m.(6/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
You are a true friend...
... This gift is a great kindness. The painting of Lord Estaban Saik will never come close to replacing what he brought to my life and what he brought to the lives of those around him, yet, someday instead of tears, I'm sure it'll bring a smile to my face.
Thank you.
... This gift is a great kindness. The painting of Lord Estaban Saik will never come close to replacing what he brought to my life and what he brought to the lives of those around him, yet, someday instead of tears, I'm sure it'll bring a smile to my face.
Thank you.
Written By Aiden
March 30, 2018, 2:31 a.m.(6/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
Before it was your mistake, it was mine.
Written By Aiden
March 26, 2018, 11:49 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
The Sea Mist came into port, with trimmed sails and a slow glide under a banner of mourning. As I stood hearing her sailors responding to orders called to dock, I was overcome again by the great wave of despair washing over me, ceasing my very breath and pressing in around me. I thought I would drown and never surface.
But then a hand reached out to touch mine. Another steadied my shoulder.
I was not alone in this grief.
Estaban's family was there, knowing I needed them as much as they needed me. Those who wrote me letters were there too, supporting me in spirit for their worlds never stopped as mine surely felt it did. Together we watched with some sense of finality about it...
The gangplank was lowered and the first of the sailors off was the Captain and not long behind was the wooden box that now held my friend, to the sad bugle announcing the return of our Lion of Saik. I could not bear to stand there, despite the hands holding me. I went to help support his weight; to hoist the remains of my brother.
I had somehow hoped that they were wrong, that those who spoke of his loss confused him with another, that it wasn't true. But as I shouldered the weight of bringing the body that held him back to us, I felt the relief of all these days grieving...
He had come home and we could say our goodbyes.
The preparation for the pyre was something I let his family attend to, but I watched over it. Then when it was time, I finally had a chance to murmur my goodbye to him, to look upon what was left of the glorious strong man I had fought back to back with those few years ago.
I stood silently with him, for long hours, until Chalk landed upon my shoulder. My cousin Michael's raven, who has now decided to be with me. Chalk reminded me of what was and is.
I stood back, after a last embrace.
Then the comfort of Lagoma's last touch washed over our Lion...
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OOC: All this happened off camera, writing for closure.
But then a hand reached out to touch mine. Another steadied my shoulder.
I was not alone in this grief.
Estaban's family was there, knowing I needed them as much as they needed me. Those who wrote me letters were there too, supporting me in spirit for their worlds never stopped as mine surely felt it did. Together we watched with some sense of finality about it...
The gangplank was lowered and the first of the sailors off was the Captain and not long behind was the wooden box that now held my friend, to the sad bugle announcing the return of our Lion of Saik. I could not bear to stand there, despite the hands holding me. I went to help support his weight; to hoist the remains of my brother.
I had somehow hoped that they were wrong, that those who spoke of his loss confused him with another, that it wasn't true. But as I shouldered the weight of bringing the body that held him back to us, I felt the relief of all these days grieving...
He had come home and we could say our goodbyes.
The preparation for the pyre was something I let his family attend to, but I watched over it. Then when it was time, I finally had a chance to murmur my goodbye to him, to look upon what was left of the glorious strong man I had fought back to back with those few years ago.
I stood silently with him, for long hours, until Chalk landed upon my shoulder. My cousin Michael's raven, who has now decided to be with me. Chalk reminded me of what was and is.
I stood back, after a last embrace.
Then the comfort of Lagoma's last touch washed over our Lion...
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OOC: All this happened off camera, writing for closure.
Written By Aiden
March 24, 2018, 5:29 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
After spending some time with members of the faith... I do realize it is time to take off the military regalia and come home.
If you'd have me.
I am in need of your company and am reduced to writing of it.
If you'd have me.
I am in need of your company and am reduced to writing of it.
Written By Aiden
March 23, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(6/1/1008 AR)
As I resume my time within the Shrine of Death, I slowly work through the messengers sent to me... and ask for time granted to respond to them all...
Written By Aiden
March 23, 2018, 1:10 p.m.(6/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
I need to make this letter a record in my whites, not to hurt anyone, but to preserve the last thoughts he made before sailing into the storm...
I will miss you, my brother.
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My dearest Aiden,
How you changed me I can never put into enough words, you taught me true friendship really was.
How I remember the first time I saw you and made you dance with my sister, how you were so shy and wanted nothing to do with her. I teased her so much about that and then she told me how you had both become friends and that you were a friend and sweet.
Then came the siege, I had only been in Arx a short time just become part of the Iron Guard. So much in my life was changing, I had always been a free adventuring sailor and here I found myself on the Seagate back to back with you and I would have it no other way. I think at that very moment I knew that we would be friends, that when I pushed you out of the way I sealed it.
We have had our ups and our downs and everything in between, I wish things had turned out different that I could be the one loving you so openly and yes I do love you. I have loved you for a long time; I just could never come out and say it or act on it for fear of hurting you and Silas. I would never be able to live with myself if I had.
Aiden I know that if you are reading this I am gone and I return to the wheel for another turn. Remember that I am proud of you Aiden; you have grown in so many ways and have accomplished so many things. I want you to continue doing them Aiden, continue growing and becoming the fine man I know you will be. Remember Aiden what we do today ripples down to tomorrow, our choices our decisions. They all have a lasting impact. The fact I had you as my friend, no my brother made the most impact on me and I hope that because of it I will find you again. I will miss you my friend.
With my Love,
Estaban
5/10/1008 AR.
I will miss you, my brother.
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My dearest Aiden,
How you changed me I can never put into enough words, you taught me true friendship really was.
How I remember the first time I saw you and made you dance with my sister, how you were so shy and wanted nothing to do with her. I teased her so much about that and then she told me how you had both become friends and that you were a friend and sweet.
Then came the siege, I had only been in Arx a short time just become part of the Iron Guard. So much in my life was changing, I had always been a free adventuring sailor and here I found myself on the Seagate back to back with you and I would have it no other way. I think at that very moment I knew that we would be friends, that when I pushed you out of the way I sealed it.
We have had our ups and our downs and everything in between, I wish things had turned out different that I could be the one loving you so openly and yes I do love you. I have loved you for a long time; I just could never come out and say it or act on it for fear of hurting you and Silas. I would never be able to live with myself if I had.
Aiden I know that if you are reading this I am gone and I return to the wheel for another turn. Remember that I am proud of you Aiden; you have grown in so many ways and have accomplished so many things. I want you to continue doing them Aiden, continue growing and becoming the fine man I know you will be. Remember Aiden what we do today ripples down to tomorrow, our choices our decisions. They all have a lasting impact. The fact I had you as my friend, no my brother made the most impact on me and I hope that because of it I will find you again. I will miss you my friend.
With my Love,
Estaban
5/10/1008 AR.
Written By Aiden
March 21, 2018, 10 p.m.(5/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mayir
I appreciate you being candid with the situation. I may have to ask my relatives to restrain me from seeking justice...
Written By Aiden
March 21, 2018, 2:22 a.m.(5/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
I thought I knew loss. I thought I knew pain. I thought I was strong enough to bear what war brings, what the path of the sword brings for those who rise to the call. I thought I was ready to accept that those who I love, could meet their end. And then... I received word of ... Estaban Saik.
My lungs gave out... I knew no breathlessness as this. The very cavity of my chest drew in on itself, my ribs a prison for my breath, that the appeal of clawing fingers did not ease. I fell to my knees, the water streaming from my face a river beneath me, becoming the ocean of my sorrows which came to drown me in their currents of despairing grief. I closed my eyes and I saw a shadow. For a moment, I heard his laugh and saw him come to me with the sweetest smile, before he passed across my gaze. The caress of his memories was but the gentle breeze of the ocean wind, as I crumbled to the earth and lifted my rage to the skies.
For many long hours I bellowed profanities up to the Queen of Endings, not knowing where else and who else would hear my anguish with such grace as the Goddess who gathers us when our time is up. The Queen of Endings may have heard my anger and received my sorrows, but that does not replace the hole in my heart for my departed friend... Estaban... a man who I called my brother.
I ask for time to grieve, for the selfless man who saved my life two years ago upon the ramparts of Arx. I ask for time to grieve over a man who came to walk by my side as a brother, a friend that I shared laughter with as we drank, and the lion who aided my rise to a griffon. I ask for time to give him what he deserves of me; time to honor him, his memories, and our story together.
I will remain humbly bowed before the statue of Mangata, in silence and prayer, until this weight of loss... ..............................................................
[journal ends with ink blotches of unfinished thoughts]
My lungs gave out... I knew no breathlessness as this. The very cavity of my chest drew in on itself, my ribs a prison for my breath, that the appeal of clawing fingers did not ease. I fell to my knees, the water streaming from my face a river beneath me, becoming the ocean of my sorrows which came to drown me in their currents of despairing grief. I closed my eyes and I saw a shadow. For a moment, I heard his laugh and saw him come to me with the sweetest smile, before he passed across my gaze. The caress of his memories was but the gentle breeze of the ocean wind, as I crumbled to the earth and lifted my rage to the skies.
For many long hours I bellowed profanities up to the Queen of Endings, not knowing where else and who else would hear my anguish with such grace as the Goddess who gathers us when our time is up. The Queen of Endings may have heard my anger and received my sorrows, but that does not replace the hole in my heart for my departed friend... Estaban... a man who I called my brother.
I ask for time to grieve, for the selfless man who saved my life two years ago upon the ramparts of Arx. I ask for time to grieve over a man who came to walk by my side as a brother, a friend that I shared laughter with as we drank, and the lion who aided my rise to a griffon. I ask for time to give him what he deserves of me; time to honor him, his memories, and our story together.
I will remain humbly bowed before the statue of Mangata, in silence and prayer, until this weight of loss... ..............................................................
[journal ends with ink blotches of unfinished thoughts]
Written By Aiden
March 18, 2018, 1:30 p.m.(5/19/1008 AR)
Princess Lark, Princess of Bastion, High Lady of the Crownlands
As the Commander of the Grayson Army at Stormwall, working alongside Princess Marian and Marquis Mydas, I had first hand reports of what happened upon the field at Crovane, upon the beaches and within the city of Stormwall. The decisions we made as commanders brought our forces to act in certain regard, but in the end, the city we sent up in flame, to the cry of those who had always called it home. But within that city, we probably seen over 80,000 of the enemy aflame, so that they would not proceed south and come at another. Let us hope that the sacrifices made in Stormwall, are not in vain.
From the ashes, come the stories of the Grayson effort, of which I have scoured all reports that have been sent to me since, and after my walk through the camp of the wounded, I have hoped to collect them all. I acknowledge and honor those of our men and women, who risked their lives in acts of valor for the efforts at Stormwall. I can not cover all of these stories, but would like to recognize these shining examples of heroism:
Duke Harlan Ashford lead the combined archery forces upon the beaches, accounting for last minute changes without hesitation, ensuring that all forces on the beach knew the signals and worked together. He was precise with carrying out his directives and ensured that the retreating forces had significant cover. His efforts also helped to hold the lines that stood against the siege ladders and fought wounded among his soldiers upon the organized withdrawal into the city. His efforts continued to aid our success in sundering the city of all.
Marquis Malesh Stonewood, though he was injured in the first volley of our enemy, that did not take the fire out of his heart. He bellowed encouragement to those upon the pass, calling to soldiers under his banner to never give up, for the whole of the world and their families depended on not losing this battle. Even wounded, he showed the mettle of a leader.
Count Thesarin Riven is recognized for the steadfast leadership upon the field and never once losing control of his men, in fact, he gained support of citizens that would have otherwise been in a panic, seeing that every man and woman aided the efforts of defending and fighting in Stormwall. His ROAR upon the battlefield was highly motivating and his personal efforts to fight alongside his men will not be forgotten!
Countess Mia Riven showed bravery in the face of the insurmountable challenges, in ensuring morale kept with the soldiers. She was paramount in organizing medical aid and overseeing their withdrawal. She stood without hesitation and was unyielding against the enemy that came at the retreating wounded, suffering injuries for her courage in protecting the defenseless.
Count Gailin Fireviper, stood resolute, supporting the efforts of Michael Bisland to ensure the armies worked together and held the beaches and the walls! He was personally seen fighting alongside his men on the beaches and in the city of Stormwall.
Lady Olivia Ashford is recognized for her unwavering determination to heal the wounded, as well as her selflessness in trying to see the last of the wounded evacuation before the coming of the enemy. She never once hesitated to do her duty as assigned to her and saw many of our soldiers find solace in her healing.
Lady Emily Deepwood personally manned trebuchet with great success, capsizing a ship that was full of pitch, while setting many other ships ablaze through all her efforts. She also was charged with the task of leading archers upon the wall and within the city. Her bravery stands out as her voice heralded direction to ensure archers aimed true and made every shot count!
Lord Michael Bisland took charge of trebuchet teams upon the beaches to target the incoming ships with siege weapons upon their decking, while leading Bisland troops. He showed incredible talent at spreading morale to ensure the troops were inspired to fight on, leading a significant push to drive the ladders off the walls that gave the allies a moment of reprieve so that tactics could be changed before the final surge of the enemy. His dedication should not be forgotten.
Dame Esoka is awarded for her commendable valor in the field of battle, as she took charge of the Marinites at the mountain passes. While she was targeted personally by a great evil, she remained steadfast and held her ground and fought on proudly, as a shining example of Gloria.
Rickard Corsetina by all reports, never balked at the enemy he was faced with and fought with valiant selflessness, destroying many enemy upon the field, personally saving the lives of Princess Terese and Marcas Aodh when the beaches were overrun.
Prince Ainsley Grayson found the strength of Gloria in the field of battle upon the passes and was a beacon of hope to rally against an unmeasured foe of darkness.
Of significant note, while there may be many more great tales of men and women not of our house, one must be recognized for his courage that speaks fully of being one of us. Sir Jeffeth Bayweather braved the field of battle to find Marquis Malesh and pull him from it, personally carrying him from the battlefield. House Grayson thanks you, Sir Jeffeth, for showing such little regard to your own personal safety to find the Marquis and carry him from the city.
To all those who aided our success in Stormwall, I thank you for showing courage under such odds and against such horrific foes. We will not let the fall of this great city be in vain. We will continue to fight and together, we will win.
As the Commander of the Grayson Army at Stormwall, working alongside Princess Marian and Marquis Mydas, I had first hand reports of what happened upon the field at Crovane, upon the beaches and within the city of Stormwall. The decisions we made as commanders brought our forces to act in certain regard, but in the end, the city we sent up in flame, to the cry of those who had always called it home. But within that city, we probably seen over 80,000 of the enemy aflame, so that they would not proceed south and come at another. Let us hope that the sacrifices made in Stormwall, are not in vain.
From the ashes, come the stories of the Grayson effort, of which I have scoured all reports that have been sent to me since, and after my walk through the camp of the wounded, I have hoped to collect them all. I acknowledge and honor those of our men and women, who risked their lives in acts of valor for the efforts at Stormwall. I can not cover all of these stories, but would like to recognize these shining examples of heroism:
Duke Harlan Ashford lead the combined archery forces upon the beaches, accounting for last minute changes without hesitation, ensuring that all forces on the beach knew the signals and worked together. He was precise with carrying out his directives and ensured that the retreating forces had significant cover. His efforts also helped to hold the lines that stood against the siege ladders and fought wounded among his soldiers upon the organized withdrawal into the city. His efforts continued to aid our success in sundering the city of all.
Marquis Malesh Stonewood, though he was injured in the first volley of our enemy, that did not take the fire out of his heart. He bellowed encouragement to those upon the pass, calling to soldiers under his banner to never give up, for the whole of the world and their families depended on not losing this battle. Even wounded, he showed the mettle of a leader.
Count Thesarin Riven is recognized for the steadfast leadership upon the field and never once losing control of his men, in fact, he gained support of citizens that would have otherwise been in a panic, seeing that every man and woman aided the efforts of defending and fighting in Stormwall. His ROAR upon the battlefield was highly motivating and his personal efforts to fight alongside his men will not be forgotten!
Countess Mia Riven showed bravery in the face of the insurmountable challenges, in ensuring morale kept with the soldiers. She was paramount in organizing medical aid and overseeing their withdrawal. She stood without hesitation and was unyielding against the enemy that came at the retreating wounded, suffering injuries for her courage in protecting the defenseless.
Count Gailin Fireviper, stood resolute, supporting the efforts of Michael Bisland to ensure the armies worked together and held the beaches and the walls! He was personally seen fighting alongside his men on the beaches and in the city of Stormwall.
Lady Olivia Ashford is recognized for her unwavering determination to heal the wounded, as well as her selflessness in trying to see the last of the wounded evacuation before the coming of the enemy. She never once hesitated to do her duty as assigned to her and saw many of our soldiers find solace in her healing.
Lady Emily Deepwood personally manned trebuchet with great success, capsizing a ship that was full of pitch, while setting many other ships ablaze through all her efforts. She also was charged with the task of leading archers upon the wall and within the city. Her bravery stands out as her voice heralded direction to ensure archers aimed true and made every shot count!
Lord Michael Bisland took charge of trebuchet teams upon the beaches to target the incoming ships with siege weapons upon their decking, while leading Bisland troops. He showed incredible talent at spreading morale to ensure the troops were inspired to fight on, leading a significant push to drive the ladders off the walls that gave the allies a moment of reprieve so that tactics could be changed before the final surge of the enemy. His dedication should not be forgotten.
Dame Esoka is awarded for her commendable valor in the field of battle, as she took charge of the Marinites at the mountain passes. While she was targeted personally by a great evil, she remained steadfast and held her ground and fought on proudly, as a shining example of Gloria.
Rickard Corsetina by all reports, never balked at the enemy he was faced with and fought with valiant selflessness, destroying many enemy upon the field, personally saving the lives of Princess Terese and Marcas Aodh when the beaches were overrun.
Prince Ainsley Grayson found the strength of Gloria in the field of battle upon the passes and was a beacon of hope to rally against an unmeasured foe of darkness.
Of significant note, while there may be many more great tales of men and women not of our house, one must be recognized for his courage that speaks fully of being one of us. Sir Jeffeth Bayweather braved the field of battle to find Marquis Malesh and pull him from it, personally carrying him from the battlefield. House Grayson thanks you, Sir Jeffeth, for showing such little regard to your own personal safety to find the Marquis and carry him from the city.
To all those who aided our success in Stormwall, I thank you for showing courage under such odds and against such horrific foes. We will not let the fall of this great city be in vain. We will continue to fight and together, we will win.
Written By Aiden
March 17, 2018, 3:53 a.m.(5/16/1008 AR)
Dearest Father,
I've never written you directly, at least, not in this format. I wish you to know that I commanded the Grayson Army, with Princess Marian Redrain and Marquis Mydas Acheron, in one of the greatest and most horrific battles of our time, at Stormwall. We did what we had to do, we did with heavy hearts, but we made decisions to keep the casualties lower than they might have been, had that army gotten beyond us south. I finally understand what you meant, and what it means, to be you son.
Signed Aiden.
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May we never forget those we lost and the efforts of those who fought valiantly beside us, to defend all that we love and cherish.
The loss of stone and wall can be replaced, but our people cannot. We must pray they find their way now, in this aftermath.
My heartfelt condolences go out to those who lost their loved ones, though I encourage you to take heart that they fell so that you could live.
So that we could all live.
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I've never written you directly, at least, not in this format. I wish you to know that I commanded the Grayson Army, with Princess Marian Redrain and Marquis Mydas Acheron, in one of the greatest and most horrific battles of our time, at Stormwall. We did what we had to do, we did with heavy hearts, but we made decisions to keep the casualties lower than they might have been, had that army gotten beyond us south. I finally understand what you meant, and what it means, to be you son.
Signed Aiden.
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May we never forget those we lost and the efforts of those who fought valiantly beside us, to defend all that we love and cherish.
The loss of stone and wall can be replaced, but our people cannot. We must pray they find their way now, in this aftermath.
My heartfelt condolences go out to those who lost their loved ones, though I encourage you to take heart that they fell so that you could live.
So that we could all live.
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Written By Aiden
March 16, 2018, 9:06 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
There are some changes I can't live with. And there are some people I can't live without...
I must accept this ever changing world or return to a life that will now never satisfy, after learning so much.
I love you Silas. That will never change.
Until we meet again, in this life or the next...
I must accept this ever changing world or return to a life that will now never satisfy, after learning so much.
I love you Silas. That will never change.
Until we meet again, in this life or the next...
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