Written By Rysen
Dec. 26, 2019, 10:18 a.m.(6/12/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
When my time comes, please do not allow Prince Niklas Grayson to write my obituary or speak at my funeral, should any be held.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 22, 2019, 10:29 p.m.(6/5/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
In an attempt at wit, I made a joke in extremely poor taste about a medallion I'd won in a contest at an event put on to benefit people in the Lowers, believing the medallion was made by our Minister of Medicine, Rukhnis al-Katibi. Rukhnis and I arrived in Arx around the same time, and I am not ashamed to say that, after many long adventures and experiences together, she is one of my closest and most trusted friends. She saved my life many times with her skill in medicine, and my soul many times with her wisdom.
One manifestation of her wisdom is her ability to temper my pride, and prevent me from causing harm where she knows I meant none. She wrote to me recently, and the letter is worth reproducing here in full:
Lord Rysen,
I wish you to write a letter of apology to Miss Zettie Bissel, Crooked Tree Court, the green door on the north corner. She is a young woman of fourteen years whom I treated shortly after I began working at the Commons Clinic. Two of the fingers on her right hand were crushed in an accident with a wagon gate and had to be removed. Her heart was nearly broken by this because it was her life's dream to become a jewelcrafter one day. However, I assured her that I had seen others with injuries as serious as her own who had nevertheless learned to be so clever with their remaining fingers that their dexterity yet surpassed those whose hands were intact. When I wanted simple medallions for the wellness festival I commissioned her to create them, telling her they would be won and worn by noble lords and ladies and others among the great people of Arx. I doubt that she reads the Whites herself, but if word ever reaches her ears of what you wrote about your own prize, she will be devastated. I hope you will tell her that you did not mean it, and you only wrote as you did because you wished to play a joke on me instead.
Peace and honour,
Rukhnis
I truly meant no disrespect to the fine work of Miss Zettie Bissel of Crooked Tree Court. The craftsmanship on the medallion was superb, and I was, in fact, making a poor attempt at humor. I have already written to Miss Zettie personally, and in recompense, I am happy to sponsor her apprenticeship to a leading jeweler of the Crafter's Guild, where I am most confident she'll excel. I will be wearing my second place medallion with pride everywhere I go for two weeks, and spending some time in the Shrine of the Thirteenth to reflect on my actions and seek greater wisdom for the future.
One manifestation of her wisdom is her ability to temper my pride, and prevent me from causing harm where she knows I meant none. She wrote to me recently, and the letter is worth reproducing here in full:
Lord Rysen,
I wish you to write a letter of apology to Miss Zettie Bissel, Crooked Tree Court, the green door on the north corner. She is a young woman of fourteen years whom I treated shortly after I began working at the Commons Clinic. Two of the fingers on her right hand were crushed in an accident with a wagon gate and had to be removed. Her heart was nearly broken by this because it was her life's dream to become a jewelcrafter one day. However, I assured her that I had seen others with injuries as serious as her own who had nevertheless learned to be so clever with their remaining fingers that their dexterity yet surpassed those whose hands were intact. When I wanted simple medallions for the wellness festival I commissioned her to create them, telling her they would be won and worn by noble lords and ladies and others among the great people of Arx. I doubt that she reads the Whites herself, but if word ever reaches her ears of what you wrote about your own prize, she will be devastated. I hope you will tell her that you did not mean it, and you only wrote as you did because you wished to play a joke on me instead.
Peace and honour,
Rukhnis
I truly meant no disrespect to the fine work of Miss Zettie Bissel of Crooked Tree Court. The craftsmanship on the medallion was superb, and I was, in fact, making a poor attempt at humor. I have already written to Miss Zettie personally, and in recompense, I am happy to sponsor her apprenticeship to a leading jeweler of the Crafter's Guild, where I am most confident she'll excel. I will be wearing my second place medallion with pride everywhere I go for two weeks, and spending some time in the Shrine of the Thirteenth to reflect on my actions and seek greater wisdom for the future.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 21, 2019, 11:17 a.m.(6/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Some time ago, the Minister of Medicine for my House and Guildmaster Reigna Keaton of the Physicians Guild held an event to raise money and donations for the people of the Lowers so that they might have warm clothing, blankets and other necessities for the winter. At this event, by some miracle of Lagoma, I won a contest of medical skill, for which I was given a hideous second place badge, no doubt crafted by Rukhnis herself with that sad and decrepit excuse for skill and beauty, called by some "love and care."
Thankfully, I was also given a second and far more valuable prize by Guildmaster Reigna: an imperial oathlands longblade, such as the instructor of my youth, Sir Roland, used to carry. So beautiful and well-crafted was the blade, that I asked the Guildmaster who made it, to which she replied the renown weaponsmith Dame Ida Ferron, the Hammer of the West.
I recently contacted Dame Ida to see if I might commission a second sword of similar length and weight, but in the style of the Northlands to compliment the blade given to me by Guildmaster Reigna. The weapon I received from Dame Ida is a true masterpiece - beyond even my wildest expectations. It captures the essence of the Northlands and the very storms after which my homeland is named. It is inspiring to hold in each hand weapons so perfectly representing my heritage, and an honor to carry the manifestations of Dame Ida's skill and creativity.
Thankfully, I was also given a second and far more valuable prize by Guildmaster Reigna: an imperial oathlands longblade, such as the instructor of my youth, Sir Roland, used to carry. So beautiful and well-crafted was the blade, that I asked the Guildmaster who made it, to which she replied the renown weaponsmith Dame Ida Ferron, the Hammer of the West.
I recently contacted Dame Ida to see if I might commission a second sword of similar length and weight, but in the style of the Northlands to compliment the blade given to me by Guildmaster Reigna. The weapon I received from Dame Ida is a true masterpiece - beyond even my wildest expectations. It captures the essence of the Northlands and the very storms after which my homeland is named. It is inspiring to hold in each hand weapons so perfectly representing my heritage, and an honor to carry the manifestations of Dame Ida's skill and creativity.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 19, 2019, 3:57 p.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
Your sober insights and predictions are frighteningly accurate.
Know that as I write this, however, I'm smiling smugly. For all your intelligence and prescience, this world must be a boring place; whereas I, whose wild hopes lead to devastating disappointments, am never bored.
Know that as I write this, however, I'm smiling smugly. For all your intelligence and prescience, this world must be a boring place; whereas I, whose wild hopes lead to devastating disappointments, am never bored.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 13, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(5/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
Spring Afternoon
A certain slant of light there is
In the failing hours of Spring
That plays throughout Mikani's hair
While she to our baby sings.
'Tis a rhyme that is full ancient
In a language I don't know,
Yet calls to mind the ocean's depths
In its rhythms and its flow.
My son, while yet he listens to
Sweet music from his mom,
Finds peace and soft serenity
In that elemental song.
Then in my lap I take the boy
And gaze there at the hearth,
Where dances bright a merry flame
While he listens to my heart,
And when he seems to tire,
I set him down to rest
In the cradle that Mikani wrought
Or from Anisha's sweet largesse.
My wife and I then show our love
In a language with no words,
In each other come to ecstasy
While the fire, low it burns.
Then she her gear is packing;
I slip my swords into my belt.
She to sail on even' tide
While I ride for Eyre Fells.
A certain slant of light there is
In the failing hours of Spring
That plays throughout Mikani's hair
While she to our baby sings.
'Tis a rhyme that is full ancient
In a language I don't know,
Yet calls to mind the ocean's depths
In its rhythms and its flow.
My son, while yet he listens to
Sweet music from his mom,
Finds peace and soft serenity
In that elemental song.
Then in my lap I take the boy
And gaze there at the hearth,
Where dances bright a merry flame
While he listens to my heart,
And when he seems to tire,
I set him down to rest
In the cradle that Mikani wrought
Or from Anisha's sweet largesse.
My wife and I then show our love
In a language with no words,
In each other come to ecstasy
While the fire, low it burns.
Then she her gear is packing;
I slip my swords into my belt.
She to sail on even' tide
While I ride for Eyre Fells.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 12, 2019, 5:33 p.m.(5/13/1012 AR)
I'd been investigating the suspected murder of the Tenny Twins, along with a group that included Princess Sorrel, Archscholar Sina, Lady Zoey, the glaivedancers Lady Alessia and Sister Dianna Mazetti, Sir Amund and Evaristo Arterius. We tracked down some leads that proved extremely dangerous in pursuit of the Sentinel's justice. I am still awed to recall, in those dire moments of uncertainty, the glory and potency of the voice of the Bladesong. There lies in the songs of Princess Sorrel a power that seems to shatter the hold of corruption and despair, and transform into light even the deepest darkness.
I must also note, that though I have sought out the help of Archscholar Sina for previous investigations, where her vast learning and insight was immensely helpful, I had never before worked with her in the field. Let it not be said that the Archscholar's merits lie solely in the sacred Archives of Arx, great as they are. For those like Lady Alessia, Sister Dianna, Sir Amund, Evaristo, Lady Zoey and myself, who take up arms against the enemies of the Compact, the holy prayers of the Archscholar are nothing less than divine protection. She set her warriors' souls ablaze, and held the forces of darkness in an unbreakable grip. Nor did the Archscholar leave the battle unscathed, a testament to her valor, which allowed those who serve the gods to find victory.
It was a great honor to work with so fine a team in the pursuit of justice, and in particular, Lady Zoey Kennex, whose ability to shatter an ignited bottle of highly flammable alcohol at fifteen yards with her bow, in order to incinerate our enemies in an explosion of fire, must be seen to be believed. Perhaps we'll try it again at Lady Monique's next party.
I must also note, that though I have sought out the help of Archscholar Sina for previous investigations, where her vast learning and insight was immensely helpful, I had never before worked with her in the field. Let it not be said that the Archscholar's merits lie solely in the sacred Archives of Arx, great as they are. For those like Lady Alessia, Sister Dianna, Sir Amund, Evaristo, Lady Zoey and myself, who take up arms against the enemies of the Compact, the holy prayers of the Archscholar are nothing less than divine protection. She set her warriors' souls ablaze, and held the forces of darkness in an unbreakable grip. Nor did the Archscholar leave the battle unscathed, a testament to her valor, which allowed those who serve the gods to find victory.
It was a great honor to work with so fine a team in the pursuit of justice, and in particular, Lady Zoey Kennex, whose ability to shatter an ignited bottle of highly flammable alcohol at fifteen yards with her bow, in order to incinerate our enemies in an explosion of fire, must be seen to be believed. Perhaps we'll try it again at Lady Monique's next party.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 7, 2019, 10:38 p.m.(5/3/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lenne
You are just as exasperating as when we were kids.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 6, 2019, 8:57 p.m.(5/1/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lenne
Sonnet for Lenne
No hero am I, dear sister, who does
But raise a sword to bring serenity
To an unquiet mind o'rwhelmed with floods,
With a fierce and desperate hope, though weak.
In my deeds are but the fruit of others'
Long labors, who trained me with tenderness
To stand firm, so darkness will not cover,
Nor to fail my oaths when I face my tests.
But you, O radiant mind, and seeking!
Who with unbowed head, sharing true knowledge
Do shine a brilliant light into the dream,
Kindling in all hearts undying courage.
From you, dear sister, do I learn and grow,
And see what it means to be a hero.
No hero am I, dear sister, who does
But raise a sword to bring serenity
To an unquiet mind o'rwhelmed with floods,
With a fierce and desperate hope, though weak.
In my deeds are but the fruit of others'
Long labors, who trained me with tenderness
To stand firm, so darkness will not cover,
Nor to fail my oaths when I face my tests.
But you, O radiant mind, and seeking!
Who with unbowed head, sharing true knowledge
Do shine a brilliant light into the dream,
Kindling in all hearts undying courage.
From you, dear sister, do I learn and grow,
And see what it means to be a hero.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 2, 2019, 4:32 p.m.(4/20/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Reese's Song
From the House of Grayon,
There rides the perfect knight,
Her hair the purest gleam of gold,
From which ribbons take their flight.
When not on missions daring,
She trains with sword and lance;
She's once this poet truly blessed
With a graced, enchanting dance!
Nor less a poet is this knight
Whose epic not of ink,
But of mighty deeds was wrought,
Of which Seraphic choirs sing!
Yet stand beside this warrior,
This princess, glorious and bright,
Mercy sweet, and Kindness,
Who attend her with delight.
My muse, though bold and soaring,
Cannot yet find the means
To express the fiery ecstasy
When her lips did touch my cheek.
O dauntless scourge of evil!
O friend to holy peace!
To Lagoma rise my ardent songs
In thanks for Princess Reese!
From the House of Grayon,
There rides the perfect knight,
Her hair the purest gleam of gold,
From which ribbons take their flight.
When not on missions daring,
She trains with sword and lance;
She's once this poet truly blessed
With a graced, enchanting dance!
Nor less a poet is this knight
Whose epic not of ink,
But of mighty deeds was wrought,
Of which Seraphic choirs sing!
Yet stand beside this warrior,
This princess, glorious and bright,
Mercy sweet, and Kindness,
Who attend her with delight.
My muse, though bold and soaring,
Cannot yet find the means
To express the fiery ecstasy
When her lips did touch my cheek.
O dauntless scourge of evil!
O friend to holy peace!
To Lagoma rise my ardent songs
In thanks for Princess Reese!
Written By Rysen
Dec. 2, 2019, 12:44 p.m.(4/20/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Colette
You are very generous, My Lady, and one whose courage in the face of dire peril and dread is unflinching.
Written By Rysen
Dec. 2, 2019, 12:48 a.m.(4/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexis
In a small form shines a brilliant inner light.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 30, 2019, 10:23 a.m.(4/16/1012 AR)
My House and the Bard's College recently hosted an opera in Stormwall, written by the supreme genius of our age, Prince Niklas Grayson, and performed by the greatest singers in Arvum: Gianna Whisper, Princess Sorrel Thrax, Princess Sabella Grayson, Lady Evonleigh Whitehawk, Duchess Vanora, and Lady Sanya of House Grimhall.
The voices of the performers were transporting, and I was happy to see many from Arx traveled to my homeland for the opera. It is an understatement to say I am disappointed I missed Gianna's final song, or the encore arias of Duchess Vanora and Lady Sanya, but I'm told they were unforgettable.
My thanks to my fellow bards, and to those who helped with the incident. Without your help, I would be facing Arn and Asger right now, both of whom would be muttering, "at the opera," before turning their backs on me in disappointment.
The voices of the performers were transporting, and I was happy to see many from Arx traveled to my homeland for the opera. It is an understatement to say I am disappointed I missed Gianna's final song, or the encore arias of Duchess Vanora and Lady Sanya, but I'm told they were unforgettable.
My thanks to my fellow bards, and to those who helped with the incident. Without your help, I would be facing Arn and Asger right now, both of whom would be muttering, "at the opera," before turning their backs on me in disappointment.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 28, 2019, 5:22 p.m.(4/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lenne
Thanks for looking after me the past few days. Sorry I haven't been more fun in since you've made to the city - but I promise to make it up to you with Lottie's, the best tea and coffee, rummaging through the Gilded Page, games at the Golden Hart, a soak in the stone pools, browsing the Spirit Walkers' library, shopping at the Tangled Skein and The Leather Paean, and a ride around the Gray Forest, while the weather's at its best.
You'll have so much fun, you'll be begging to be be bored again with Rukhnis, while she describes each of the herbs found in the conservatory - first in alphabetical order, and then all over again in order of their properties.
You'll have so much fun, you'll be begging to be be bored again with Rukhnis, while she describes each of the herbs found in the conservatory - first in alphabetical order, and then all over again in order of their properties.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 13, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(3/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
By your quill do Eloquence and Wisdom dance.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 9, 2019, 10:39 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
A group of us traveled at Countess Arcadia's invitation to the lands north of Bonespire, where one is so close to the Everwinter, that they could swear the cold has seeped into their soul. Our purpose was to join the locals in the traditional hunting of mammoth, one of the greatest, and most awe-inspiring land beasts of Arvum.
We trekked several days in the coldest conditions, and it fell to me to distribute our rations, such that each hunter could maintain her strength, but to ensure we had enough food to engage our prey, and to safeguard against the possibility of being trapped in fierce storms, or being delayed by encounters with other dangerous predators native to those lands. Luckily, Lord Arik's stern and unyielding manner of teaching instilled survival techniques that even such a slow witted student as myself could apply in that frozen and deadly terrain.
Lady Kaia Bisland and the hawk-eyed Countess of Bonespire herself managed to find the tracks of a herd of mammoths, and we pressed our pursuit, even over a dangerous frozen river as a storm closed in. Lady Volcica, a follower of the Old Ways and the new, and true shaman of the Northlands secured us safe passage, and we entered a deep, frozen cavern just as the storm reached us. Therein we found the prey we'd sought, though we might never have made it back alive if not for the medical skill of Lady Thea Malvici.
It should be noted here, in these holy records of Vellichor, that Lady Thea is likely the only person from Southport to have ever traveled that deep into the Northlands and survived. Truly, from now on, whenever she admonishes me for complaining of my various injuries that she takes upon herself to tend, I must never allow myself to believe that she might feel otherwise were she in the same discomfort. Even though her fingers shook as she stitched our injuries, she never uttered the slightest word of complaint.
In the end, between a hail of arrows and bolts shot by Lady Kaia and Countess Arcadia, the aura of power emanating from Lady Volcica as she called upon the gods and spirits to aid us, and my own spear and sword, we managed to slay the mammoth, and return to Bonespire with muscle, fat and organ meat enough to feed many folk, a great deal of quality hide and some of the highest quality ivory I have ever seen.
We trekked several days in the coldest conditions, and it fell to me to distribute our rations, such that each hunter could maintain her strength, but to ensure we had enough food to engage our prey, and to safeguard against the possibility of being trapped in fierce storms, or being delayed by encounters with other dangerous predators native to those lands. Luckily, Lord Arik's stern and unyielding manner of teaching instilled survival techniques that even such a slow witted student as myself could apply in that frozen and deadly terrain.
Lady Kaia Bisland and the hawk-eyed Countess of Bonespire herself managed to find the tracks of a herd of mammoths, and we pressed our pursuit, even over a dangerous frozen river as a storm closed in. Lady Volcica, a follower of the Old Ways and the new, and true shaman of the Northlands secured us safe passage, and we entered a deep, frozen cavern just as the storm reached us. Therein we found the prey we'd sought, though we might never have made it back alive if not for the medical skill of Lady Thea Malvici.
It should be noted here, in these holy records of Vellichor, that Lady Thea is likely the only person from Southport to have ever traveled that deep into the Northlands and survived. Truly, from now on, whenever she admonishes me for complaining of my various injuries that she takes upon herself to tend, I must never allow myself to believe that she might feel otherwise were she in the same discomfort. Even though her fingers shook as she stitched our injuries, she never uttered the slightest word of complaint.
In the end, between a hail of arrows and bolts shot by Lady Kaia and Countess Arcadia, the aura of power emanating from Lady Volcica as she called upon the gods and spirits to aid us, and my own spear and sword, we managed to slay the mammoth, and return to Bonespire with muscle, fat and organ meat enough to feed many folk, a great deal of quality hide and some of the highest quality ivory I have ever seen.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 2, 2019, 6:41 p.m.(2/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
You are not forgotten.
Though the trail be long and dark, and filled with blood, I will see it through to the end.
Though the trail be long and dark, and filled with blood, I will see it through to the end.
Written By Rysen
Oct. 29, 2019, 3:30 p.m.(2/8/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Sonnet for Arcadia
A full mortal blow to this poet's pride
You have struck, dear friend, by your mournful claim
That my affection I'd to th' world deny,
For one I trust without reservation -
For no danger, nor pain have you yet shunned
To stand with me in my hour of need,
Yet no songs for you has my muse yet sung,
And seek now to make sincere remedy,
So that when cold Loneliness seeks your heart,
Give him naught but laughter and haughty scorn,
And send him off to seek some other mark,
As my true love for you shall not be torn.
Not longest distance, time, nor even death
Shall take the slightest part of our friendship.
A full mortal blow to this poet's pride
You have struck, dear friend, by your mournful claim
That my affection I'd to th' world deny,
For one I trust without reservation -
For no danger, nor pain have you yet shunned
To stand with me in my hour of need,
Yet no songs for you has my muse yet sung,
And seek now to make sincere remedy,
So that when cold Loneliness seeks your heart,
Give him naught but laughter and haughty scorn,
And send him off to seek some other mark,
As my true love for you shall not be torn.
Not longest distance, time, nor even death
Shall take the slightest part of our friendship.
Written By Rysen
Oct. 23, 2019, 6:55 p.m.(1/25/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Aethan
I was pleased and saddened to read that Lord Aethan, by the elevation of his House, must end his formal relationship with Princess Gwenna of House Redrain. He has been an irreplaceable friend to the Northlands, and nothing will ever change the place of respect and esteem that my homeland holds for him.
I had been traveling from Stormwall with Lady Icelyn Acheron, when we stopped in Graywater Bay on our way south to Pearlspire and then to Arx. Lady Icelyn and I had taken rest in an inn, and sat down in the common room to enjoy some stew and ale, before getting some rest, when a bard took his place by the fire, and began to play an ancient folk tune on his harp. The music itself was beautiful and moving beyond measure, and it was not long before a woman of a certain age, with a mist of times forever past swirling before her eyes, said to a man sitting beside us, "Ah, that wars th' favorite song o' me boy Aerlin 'fore he passed."
"Aye, an' me Jennayia too," came the age'ed man's reply. "She used to play it on my grandmama's harp, and now I 'spect they're together with th' spirits, may the Queen guard their souls." And so the recollections passed between the folk at the table, recalling lost wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, sons and daughters, till the woman who first spoke stood up with her cup of mead raised high in the air. "May the gods and spirits damn the Undrowned Sons to the abyss forever!" she shouted, "and may they bless Lord Aethan and the Warchief!!" The entire inn was then filled with the sound of stomping feet, pounding fists, and the cheers of voices young and old.
I had been traveling from Stormwall with Lady Icelyn Acheron, when we stopped in Graywater Bay on our way south to Pearlspire and then to Arx. Lady Icelyn and I had taken rest in an inn, and sat down in the common room to enjoy some stew and ale, before getting some rest, when a bard took his place by the fire, and began to play an ancient folk tune on his harp. The music itself was beautiful and moving beyond measure, and it was not long before a woman of a certain age, with a mist of times forever past swirling before her eyes, said to a man sitting beside us, "Ah, that wars th' favorite song o' me boy Aerlin 'fore he passed."
"Aye, an' me Jennayia too," came the age'ed man's reply. "She used to play it on my grandmama's harp, and now I 'spect they're together with th' spirits, may the Queen guard their souls." And so the recollections passed between the folk at the table, recalling lost wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, sons and daughters, till the woman who first spoke stood up with her cup of mead raised high in the air. "May the gods and spirits damn the Undrowned Sons to the abyss forever!" she shouted, "and may they bless Lord Aethan and the Warchief!!" The entire inn was then filled with the sound of stomping feet, pounding fists, and the cheers of voices young and old.
Written By Rysen
Oct. 22, 2019, 5:07 p.m.(1/22/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
Ode to the Assistant Guildmaster of the Physicians
Rise! O star from distant dunes!
Who traveled far 'neath sun and moon,
Who faced with strong and upright heart
Untold woe till meeting here in Arx,
When choosing free to join my House,
You've showered it in great renown,
Where countless wounds, and plagues, and pain
You banished with skilled medicine,
Till Lagoma's bright and chosen flame
Has with heartfelt pride proclaimed
Your service to the Compact's folk,
Whether noble or the lowest born,
All you aid with patient grace -
My own among the lives you've saved.
Rise! O brilliant, blazing star!
Our love from you will never part!
Rise! O star from distant dunes!
Who traveled far 'neath sun and moon,
Who faced with strong and upright heart
Untold woe till meeting here in Arx,
When choosing free to join my House,
You've showered it in great renown,
Where countless wounds, and plagues, and pain
You banished with skilled medicine,
Till Lagoma's bright and chosen flame
Has with heartfelt pride proclaimed
Your service to the Compact's folk,
Whether noble or the lowest born,
All you aid with patient grace -
My own among the lives you've saved.
Rise! O brilliant, blazing star!
Our love from you will never part!
Written By Rysen
Oct. 16, 2019, 5:44 p.m.(1/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Braelynn
Alas, O emerald-eyed huntress, beware
That in chasing your game, too close you come,
And feel his bite before you are aware
That what you sought you cannot now out run,
For never shall this bright creative spark
Like the Prima's fail, and cease to endure,
But like Lagoma shine against the dark,
And seek to impress one so blessed with allure,
For as in blooms you inspiration find,
I in you discover means to express
My muse's peerless song that now inclines
To cast in verse that which is loveliest.
My heart to another I gave in trust,
But to've met you I count the best of luck.
That in chasing your game, too close you come,
And feel his bite before you are aware
That what you sought you cannot now out run,
For never shall this bright creative spark
Like the Prima's fail, and cease to endure,
But like Lagoma shine against the dark,
And seek to impress one so blessed with allure,
For as in blooms you inspiration find,
I in you discover means to express
My muse's peerless song that now inclines
To cast in verse that which is loveliest.
My heart to another I gave in trust,
But to've met you I count the best of luck.
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