Written By Thorley
Feb. 17, 2018, 1:29 a.m.(3/16/1008 AR)
You are a peach, so it would make sense.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 16, 2018, 10:30 p.m.(3/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I disagree, and know that I have reason to be keenly focused. However, we all have our own reasons for carrying the banner forth.
And such things can sometimes be rather pleasant.
And such things can sometimes be rather pleasant.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 16, 2018, 4:50 p.m.(3/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Hopefully I can temper your week into a more pleasant distraction in the weekend.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 14, 2018, 9:27 a.m.(3/4/1008 AR)
Recent lesson learned.
Take nothing for granted.
Even when you're sure she'll say yes, make sure you let her know you want her to go.
So I asked her.
Take nothing for granted.
Even when you're sure she'll say yes, make sure you let her know you want her to go.
So I asked her.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 13, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
I am one of the newer house Swords. Though that seems ironic, considering I'm one of the older Sword bearers. When Duke Ryhalt found me, gave me the opportunity to clean up the mess I had made of my life and to carry Eventide for the House, I nearly balked at it at first. I didn't deserve such an honor or right. I ain't proven myself in glories and tales of victories past. I was a drunk destitute that was more likely to punch a man in the face than smile at him.
The Sword set me straight. Not in a mystical, magical sense. It gave me back something I'd set aside. The idea of self-confidence. Pride. Of believing myself. The first time I drew Eventide, and saw myself reflected in that darken blade, I felt physically ill. I surely thought I would wretch. I knew in that moment - that is the Duke was gonna put this upon me, I was gonna do my best to live up to it.
It's a struggle. I lag behind the other Swords. I gotta lot to learn. One on one? I ain't much on the field. I've had my ass handed to me more times than I care to count. But what do I really count? What I saw out there on the field when we were training as a team. Being a sword ain't about personal glory, honor, or a way to impress the women.
Being a sword is to carry the protection and honor of the house. But not only is the Sword supposed to be the sense of pride and safety for those of the House - it is it's own ambassador. A single blade will bend and break under the weight of the coming challenges. A bundle of Swords? It will stand tall- it will defend it's own and others. It will ensure the safety of those that believed in him or her. The Sword? It is an extension of the wills and wishes, the hopes and prayers of those that it represents. It is on us to honor their brave choices - and do no wrong that would bring shame upon those that have granted us that honor.
And it's that type of deep shit that scares me to death every time I look in that blade, and find myself in prayer often that I can come anywhere close to what Ryhalt was thinking when he granted me this Sword and all that came with it. It ain't the sword that makes you a better bearer. It's you that honors the Sword you carry.
The Sword set me straight. Not in a mystical, magical sense. It gave me back something I'd set aside. The idea of self-confidence. Pride. Of believing myself. The first time I drew Eventide, and saw myself reflected in that darken blade, I felt physically ill. I surely thought I would wretch. I knew in that moment - that is the Duke was gonna put this upon me, I was gonna do my best to live up to it.
It's a struggle. I lag behind the other Swords. I gotta lot to learn. One on one? I ain't much on the field. I've had my ass handed to me more times than I care to count. But what do I really count? What I saw out there on the field when we were training as a team. Being a sword ain't about personal glory, honor, or a way to impress the women.
Being a sword is to carry the protection and honor of the house. But not only is the Sword supposed to be the sense of pride and safety for those of the House - it is it's own ambassador. A single blade will bend and break under the weight of the coming challenges. A bundle of Swords? It will stand tall- it will defend it's own and others. It will ensure the safety of those that believed in him or her. The Sword? It is an extension of the wills and wishes, the hopes and prayers of those that it represents. It is on us to honor their brave choices - and do no wrong that would bring shame upon those that have granted us that honor.
And it's that type of deep shit that scares me to death every time I look in that blade, and find myself in prayer often that I can come anywhere close to what Ryhalt was thinking when he granted me this Sword and all that came with it. It ain't the sword that makes you a better bearer. It's you that honors the Sword you carry.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 13, 2018, 6:20 a.m.(3/2/1008 AR)
I know that favors are only supposed to be tournaments.
But maybe if I wear hers, I'll remember I have something worth coming home to.
But maybe if I wear hers, I'll remember I have something worth coming home to.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 12, 2018, 4:34 p.m.(3/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Any admiration held of me is purely for entertainment value, I assure you, Joscelin.
As provided today at the hands of training with Sir Jeffeth at the hands of Princess Reese.
She needs no more ideas on how to to<strikethrough> train her men.
As provided today at the hands of training with Sir Jeffeth at the hands of Princess Reese.
She needs no more ideas on how to to<strikethrough> train her men.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 12, 2018, 7:59 a.m.(2/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Perhaps we really did end up flailing at each other as exhaustion and fatigue wore both of us down to shaky legs and wobbly arms.
But I couldn't imagine someone else I would want fighting by my side in the coming days.
I just realize that if I you should fall on my watch, if I could handle or survive the stare down of disappointment in Lady Keaton's eyes if I had to deliver the news.
But I couldn't imagine someone else I would want fighting by my side in the coming days.
I just realize that if I you should fall on my watch, if I could handle or survive the stare down of disappointment in Lady Keaton's eyes if I had to deliver the news.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 12, 2018, 7:56 a.m.(2/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
I don't care how much Sir Norwood covets the Duskblade. He cannot have it.
Surely you can champion the cause for him to have a similar blade, my Lady?
Surely you can champion the cause for him to have a similar blade, my Lady?
Written By Thorley
Feb. 10, 2018, 4:06 a.m.(2/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
Your Highness,
If you are trying to get rest, I doubt coffee is the way to go.
That said, Westrock Reach does offer a wide arrange of coffee beans that can be ground into an excellent cafe.
If you are trying to get rest, I doubt coffee is the way to go.
That said, Westrock Reach does offer a wide arrange of coffee beans that can be ground into an excellent cafe.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 9, 2018, 10:48 p.m.(2/24/1008 AR)
To the moth.
It was an interesting evening and conversation.
Though I suppose it was a one-time discussion since you flitted off before the unmasking.
It was an interesting evening and conversation.
Though I suppose it was a one-time discussion since you flitted off before the unmasking.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 8, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(2/21/1008 AR)
Mangata, help me to journey beyond the familiar,
and into the unknown.
Give me the faith to leave old ways,
and break fresh ground with You.
Mistress of the seas, I trust in You,
to be stronger than each storm within me.
I will trust in the darkness and know,
that my times are under the guidance of your compass.
If I should find myself beyond the mortal veil,
It is to you that I shall embrace your bosom's swell.
Shield thine heart of those that care,
and help them to know that I died, in honor, not despair.
and into the unknown.
Give me the faith to leave old ways,
and break fresh ground with You.
Mistress of the seas, I trust in You,
to be stronger than each storm within me.
I will trust in the darkness and know,
that my times are under the guidance of your compass.
If I should find myself beyond the mortal veil,
It is to you that I shall embrace your bosom's swell.
Shield thine heart of those that care,
and help them to know that I died, in honor, not despair.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 8, 2018, 11:07 a.m.(2/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
You and Princess Ann are quite correct. A shadow is frozen in place to it's master's whims in the light - and in the darkness fades.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 4, 2018, 3:08 p.m.(2/13/1008 AR)
Somehow, I survived the Gauntlet tournament down to the last man. I have no doubt in my mind that Gloria must have been positively smiling and guiding me with her hand - and providing me assistance when I needed it most.
And then further, as I felt myself into a reckless, wanton display on the field...
...but she has that affect on me.
I may have walked away with the rubicund, but I hope for a much sweeter prize as well.
And then further, as I felt myself into a reckless, wanton display on the field...
...but she has that affect on me.
I may have walked away with the rubicund, but I hope for a much sweeter prize as well.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 1, 2018, 11:22 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
When I was young, I used to sit near the Lastlight in my private time and watch the ships on the bay. Even then I wanted to sail and be the Captain of my own ship someday. I remember that my adoptive father had this longship that was very finely made in a glass bottle upon his shelf. I wanted to see it sail and thought I could get it out of the bottle and watch it on the water.
I ended up breaking the bottle. The ship was not as seaworthy as I had hoped - and my ass was tanned a dark red by the time he was done.
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But it had sparked an interest. I remember making paper sails with Lysa, showing her how to set it upon the water. And they would float away, before eventually becoming soak and sinking. But for those moments that they were upon the water, her life was delighted in them. After she was lost - I was done with such things. I was scuttled in my own heart.
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Then Duke Ryhalt came and I sobered. When I realized how many bottles I had lying around - I decided to do something constructive with them. I usually build a small ship within the larger bottles. I find it calms me to work with the intricate tools, assembling the pieces within the bottle. So careful not to lose integrity. It is not something that can be rushed. It is a lesson I am being reminded of.
Perhaps I should share one. So that it's understood.
I ended up breaking the bottle. The ship was not as seaworthy as I had hoped - and my ass was tanned a dark red by the time he was done.
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But it had sparked an interest. I remember making paper sails with Lysa, showing her how to set it upon the water. And they would float away, before eventually becoming soak and sinking. But for those moments that they were upon the water, her life was delighted in them. After she was lost - I was done with such things. I was scuttled in my own heart.
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Then Duke Ryhalt came and I sobered. When I realized how many bottles I had lying around - I decided to do something constructive with them. I usually build a small ship within the larger bottles. I find it calms me to work with the intricate tools, assembling the pieces within the bottle. So careful not to lose integrity. It is not something that can be rushed. It is a lesson I am being reminded of.
Perhaps I should share one. So that it's understood.
Written By Thorley
Jan. 30, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
The night is drawing out those unsavory souls,
The ones lost, the ones that lack goals.
I sit here at the end of the dock,
My eyes turned in the direction of Westrock.
She sits next to me, mistress,
her amber skin wishing to be devoured,
her burning lips begging for my kiss,
yet as I look into her eyes, my expression is soured.
I know it would be easy to turn to her.
She would always welcome me in her embrace.
She'd never show disappointment in her face.
Ready to coax me, to make my memories swirl.
But that is the easy way.
That is the way that I promised my Duke I'd not partake.
She holds my hand, I pull away.
Though without her, my heart feels the ache.
There is another, a ship that slipped the dock.
She claims she's a wreck, her wheelhouse under a lock.
I want to bring her to sea, to soothe her despair,
but I pushed too far, she fears the repair.
I look again to that mistress at my side.
The one that has brought me nothing but pain and sorrow.
I set her free, into the tide.
And I stand to wait, hoping that my words were not hollow.
The ones lost, the ones that lack goals.
I sit here at the end of the dock,
My eyes turned in the direction of Westrock.
She sits next to me, mistress,
her amber skin wishing to be devoured,
her burning lips begging for my kiss,
yet as I look into her eyes, my expression is soured.
I know it would be easy to turn to her.
She would always welcome me in her embrace.
She'd never show disappointment in her face.
Ready to coax me, to make my memories swirl.
But that is the easy way.
That is the way that I promised my Duke I'd not partake.
She holds my hand, I pull away.
Though without her, my heart feels the ache.
There is another, a ship that slipped the dock.
She claims she's a wreck, her wheelhouse under a lock.
I want to bring her to sea, to soothe her despair,
but I pushed too far, she fears the repair.
I look again to that mistress at my side.
The one that has brought me nothing but pain and sorrow.
I set her free, into the tide.
And I stand to wait, hoping that my words were not hollow.
Written By Thorley
Jan. 30, 2018, 12:51 p.m.(1/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Imagine my surprise that my grumped muses on this thing would bring such pleasantness to my door in the form of a small tin of balm and a thoughtful note from Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius. After reaching out to thank her for the gift, we met and spoke at length. And what had started off as small talk extended into a long evening of sharing things I thought noone would care to hear.
I look forward to more time in her presence and company.
Though she keeps trying to offer me to Ida.
I look forward to more time in her presence and company.
Though she keeps trying to offer me to Ida.
Written By Thorley
Jan. 29, 2018, 8:42 a.m.(1/21/1008 AR)
Does driftwood count as a flower?
Though I'm probably more hops.
Though I'm probably more hops.
Written By Thorley
Jan. 29, 2018, 8:31 a.m.(1/21/1008 AR)
I have a lot to learn and figure out...
....nothing like learning in the free-for-all that I'm feeling my age. The alcohol did a piss poor job of hiding what skill I used to have.
Bunch of young pups out there with more skill than I have.
Going to need to get to training if I'm gonna be the 'Sword' that the Duke thinks I can be. Just hope that I don't end up letting him and Clover down.
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Ended up sparring Princess Echo. She smashed me pretty damn hard - but I got a blow or two in there on her. Maybe I can do a little better with lighter armor and not walking around like a friggin' land based war ship. Not that Felix's armor ain't bad, it's good. Just needed something lighter so I ain't huffing and puffing like a well-worn plow horse after a long day on the farm.
....nothing like learning in the free-for-all that I'm feeling my age. The alcohol did a piss poor job of hiding what skill I used to have.
Bunch of young pups out there with more skill than I have.
Going to need to get to training if I'm gonna be the 'Sword' that the Duke thinks I can be. Just hope that I don't end up letting him and Clover down.
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Ended up sparring Princess Echo. She smashed me pretty damn hard - but I got a blow or two in there on her. Maybe I can do a little better with lighter armor and not walking around like a friggin' land based war ship. Not that Felix's armor ain't bad, it's good. Just needed something lighter so I ain't huffing and puffing like a well-worn plow horse after a long day on the farm.
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