Written By Aonghus
March 20, 2021, 6:05 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Even as the hammer falls and rings out its clarity of steel, my return has come at an unfortunate time for all, but perhaps a fortunate few will see the benefits of my skills. Will my foreign skills be enough to see a few through these dark times?
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 5:52 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
A Sun in the coldest nights and a woman that is as beautiful as she is a master with words. A fashion sense to make both brighter and to light the mind of fancier times and warmer days. She does well for Laurent as their Voice and Minister of their house's people. I will have to find more time to converse with her about many subjects.
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 5:49 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
A Sun in the coldest nights and a woman that is as beautiful as she is a master with words. A fashion sense to make both brighter and to light the mind of fancier times and warmer days. She does well for Laurent as their Voice and Minister of their house's people. I will have to find more time to converse with her about many subjects.
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 4:34 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
I met a very curious man. a Man that has seen many years of strife, of vengeful tides and the madness that creeps upon the world. I see him, I see me there within the light of his eyes that tumble away into the dark of madness from loss and grief unbearable by most. How long can someone hold the madness behind the iron will of the walls he has raised in his mind. What is beyond those defenses he has erected and what horrors await us all beyond the walls of Arx? If I live, will this man be what I become? Is it really that bad to consider, at least he still lives where many faces I will never see again.
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 4:33 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
I met a very curious man. a Man that has seen many years of strife, of vengeful tides and the madness that creeps upon the world. I see him, I see me there within the light of his eyes that tumble away into the dark of madness from loss and grief unbearable by most. How long can someone hold the madness behind the iron will of the walls he has raised in his mind. What is beyond those defenses he has erected and what horrors await us all beyond the walls of Arx? If I live, will this man be what I become? Is it really that bad to consider, at least he still lives where many faces I will never see again.
Written By Tila
March 20, 2021, 1:51 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Several other instructors were there, each skilled and ready to teach. Cirroch learned some very important things as well. I am very happy I attended.
Written By Catriona
March 20, 2021, 1:21 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Written By Mabelle
March 19, 2021, 11:05 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Written By Alarissa
March 19, 2021, 11:03 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Needless to say, I have asked Victus to flex his pectoral muscles a few times so I can picture what is going on in the book.
Maxene was laughing at the end of it and I can just imagine a few fighters that I know who would most certainly be on par with those in this time.
How many more will be coming? Fiction? Non-Fiction?
Written By Haakon
March 19, 2021, 10:36 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
"Winter Winds"
When the hungry winds of winter blow,
When the rocks will grow no more but snow
And the fishing nets have naught to show,
What must be done, we know.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
For in lean hard years of famine fame
The Goddess grants what the bold can claim,
Warriors of Eswynd earn your names,
To the longships we hove.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We set to sea with naught but water,
What food remains with our wives and daughters,
We’ll live or die by the foemen’s slaughter,
A reaving we must go.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Three icy days by the East Wind cast
Afore Maelstrom's coast is spied at last,
None but the brave will break their fast,
When Eswynd steel we show.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We’re upon their shore with last light's gloam
No warning had but our rowing drum,
Take what you can 'ere the Serpents come
And leave naught for the crows.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We'll take their silver but prize their grain,
Red our spears by the stubborn stained,
We'll live, we'll reave, and we'll fight again,
Heave for the longship's hold.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Overland we hear the horseman’s call,
Fast back to sea or ye’ll be their thrall,
Fly to the longships, one and all,
Set sail for Eswyndol.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
From returning ships a horn blast rings,
Dry fish, stale bread are the fare of Kings
Until the white isles grow green with spring,
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Written By Catriona
March 19, 2021, 10:15 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Written By Zakhar
March 19, 2021, 7:22 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
I thought that putting a small sliding door into the front of the pot would allow for ease of adding more wood to fuel the fire within. Scholar, this proved even more dangerous as the fires got hotter I had to find a glove to be able to open the door which allowed the fire within to jump out. I'm happy to report that my leathers did not catch fire and helped keep my knees safe, though one of the kits was very angry with me for a moment and would not come out from under the bushes in the garden for quite some time after that little flicker leaped out.
While I was fighting with the cat to come out of the bushes, I scratched myself on the bush, and had a mild panic about which bush it was that I have brushed against. It was in this moment that the second pot decided to make a very loud whistling which came to a sudden stop launching itself into the nights sky. Thankfully it didn't rain metal down like the first time, though I was visited by the guard again to verify what the neighbors described as a crazy old man screaming at a cat then a bush as something took off into the nights sky.
I am happy to report that the barrel was found mostly in one piece down by the beaches.
Going to attempt to make a stronger steel. The pot should not be flying.
Written By Lucita
March 19, 2021, 5:35 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
Written By Eirene
March 19, 2021, 5:02 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
And no, not going to say who.
Written By Lyra
March 19, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
Written By Medeia
March 19, 2021, 1:06 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
I especially would like to acknowledge Lord Haakon, Lady Zoey, Lord Wash, Savio, and Lady Ophira for their contributions to the evening. It couldn't have been a night of sea shanties without them sharing as they did. I continue to be in awe of the talent and passion of the people around me.
Written By Claude
March 19, 2021, 9:19 a.m.(2/20/1015 AR)
Written By Styx
March 19, 2021, 12:14 a.m.(2/20/1015 AR)
I do not know whom to give my condolences to, as all of Arvum has became a bit darker. I feel the pull of my heart to use my knowledge to do something, but I am at a loss. Seek out the scholars of Vellichor and offer my aid? Investigate the murder? I am but one person in the chaotic world, but I must do something.
If someone lays their eyes upon this message, and understands my sorrows, tell me how I can help or who I can speak to.
To extinguish knowledge is the greatest sin.
Written By Ilira
March 18, 2021, 10:02 p.m.(2/19/1015 AR)
Or the well-misplaced brush of a silken sleeve to set the rest of a life alight.
Written By Titus
March 18, 2021, 1:50 p.m.(2/19/1015 AR)
A new Radiant of the Whisper house was appointed. I don’t know enough about them to comment, but it seemed journal-worthy to note the new Radiant is a person named Anisha. I’d think the Whispers would be a group that baroness Calla would find things in common in how they go about attaining peaceful solutions to problems instead of the usual tactic of “Have you tried to poke it with a sword yet?”.
I’m comparing more between the Caldera and the far northern spiritualist beliefs. There’s a stark difference in certain aspects, and yet still there’s similarities no matter the great distance and time that’s separated these beliefs. I’m still researching though one particular spirit in order to learn more. I hope I’m able to cross paths with more knowledgable people on this topic.
A few new people met this week. I managed to speak with lady Adalyn Clement, she was my companion at the feast a few weeks ago and I want to see her cavalry tactics in action. There was Raven, a young warrior who I think has a lot of skill when it comes to individual fighting and while we might not get along, I have a good amount of respect simply because she’s a capable fighter. Prince Patrizio wears charisma like a fine cloak, and I’m looking forward to bringing new tactics and help them in the upcoming war.
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