Written By Svana
Oct. 23, 2020, 4:27 p.m.(4/4/1014 AR)
I will meet you once again after the Hellish heat is over with and you can come out to play again. I have, and will never understand, people who enjoy the heat. Disturbing.
Written By Gerrick
Oct. 23, 2020, 1:59 p.m.(4/4/1014 AR)
Written By Porter
Oct. 23, 2020, 12:14 p.m.(4/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Written By Sydney
Oct. 23, 2020, 10:22 a.m.(4/3/1014 AR)
Written By Strozza
Oct. 23, 2020, 10:03 a.m.(4/3/1014 AR)
Written By Preston
Oct. 23, 2020, 8:56 a.m.(4/3/1014 AR)
Since the time of our forefathers, the Compact and the Faith have slowly carved away the darkness that came following the Great Wars of the Reckoning. In silver, steel and blood we paid the price for that progress. We paid that price again at Sungreet, because we will not allow any of that to have been in vain. We won't give up centuries of progress to a foreign invader upset because we hold to the Gods' laws. To their values. We won't listen to their rules, take their commands, give our children up as chattel for their houses and their armies. We won't allow it for the Shavs either, those who may be saved from the darkness yet.
As the Compact we are allies, a series of Houses with differing ties. But the one thing that unites us fully, the one thing that makes all the rest possible, is our Faith. Let that be your guide. And we will not hit like a rain of arrows, each capable and deadly, but each skittering off their admitedly-tough armour, but instead we will hit like the tip of a lance - the full force of our people behind it in the charge, and pierce through into their heart.
Written By Darren
Oct. 23, 2020, 8:03 a.m.(4/3/1014 AR)
But everyone follows for different reasons, so I cannot say that there is one true way to be a good leader. Northlanders believe in individuality and free will, and so as High Lord I try to ensure that everyone has a choice. Oathlanders have a different way of seeing the world and I do not think I would lead House Valardin well, and so on.
When it comes down to it, I try to be the leader that I would follow, and maybe that's all we can ever ask.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 23, 2020, 6:13 a.m.(4/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
And then a package arrives to assure you that despite such, they think about you still.
Thank you for the lovely gift.
Written By Adrienne
Oct. 22, 2020, 11:41 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
Our Lady of Change,
You invite us to transform for the better
Clear away the hardness of winter
The frost clinging bitter to our hearts
That we may grow
Together, healed
In service to you.
Written By Monique
Oct. 22, 2020, 11:34 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
Written By Haakon
Oct. 22, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
The long calm grows short, and soon the sea and sky will stir with a breaking storm.
This wait has been pleasant enough and many will know sorrow to see it ended, but it is nigh done and the Wind cares not.
Written By Emberly
Oct. 22, 2020, 8:07 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
when one can not trust, to love
Ode to the pain that suffers thy heart
smoldering the fires trying to burn
broken reminiscence.
broken bodies
broken sighs.
Ode to the Shards of embers
fading flames
Cold as night.
Urning passions - uncontained
But what are they, but only a fires light
quickly burning bright
to be broken
in pain...
without sight.
Boredom shall fester,
and boredom shall brood,
and none shall be so bored then you,
for you have seen it all, and have privilege hand it to you.
<> This is what happens when you demand to be entertained. Poems off the cuff, I was glad that you actually liked it.<>
Written By Patrizio
Oct. 22, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
Two invitations to masquerades so far. It's going to make for a very busy holiday.
Written By Rowynna
Oct. 22, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
The nightmares persist, scholar, and I can only hope that with the arrival of spring my mood will lighten. Perhaps daily walks will help.
Written By Kalani
Oct. 22, 2020, 1:57 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
"Tumbling in the autumn breeze
across the golden field
how bright, how frail, how transient
is the seasons yield.
A breath away, a brush of wind,
winter sighs at the door.
The night is come, She sleeps serene,
seasons turn evermore."
Written By Tanith
Oct. 22, 2020, 12:27 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)
Written By Sydney
Oct. 22, 2020, 11:59 a.m.(4/1/1014 AR)
I often worry that I offend those whom I stay with by keeping the thoughtfully-prepared furnishings and armoires and chests all but bare. It's not from a lack of trust in any particular person and more a symptom of my inability to feel truly safe in a place that isn't of my own making, my own choosing, and that only one key exists to.
Should any I routinely stay with happen upon this entry, know it's naught to do with you, and all to do with spending eight years without a permanent residence. I am trying to improve upon it now that my circumstances have changed, but it's... decidedly difficult to break old habits. She said, casting a baleful look at her third glass of whiskey.
Written By Preston
Oct. 22, 2020, 8:05 a.m.(4/1/1014 AR)
Written By Victus
Oct. 22, 2020, 12:01 a.m.(3/28/1014 AR)
I think I might just turn out okay now. I've also come to realize that there is much more free time in the world to dedicate to some random bullshit than I would've ever expected.
Written By Sapphira
Oct. 21, 2020, 6:22 p.m.(3/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Oddmun
Yet it might be noted that in the midst of our chagrin, we received excellent news. The negotiations on our marriage contract were completed, and it seems I am to join house Sanna. We await only the approval of the Faith, and then we can begin planning our wedding in earnest. We were overjoyed at the news, and I hope those present can forgive our exuberance of the moment.
While I will miss Whitehawk Manor, and my family, I will be very glad to be with Oddmun. I will make a point of visiting Whitehawk Manor often, for though absence can make the heart grow fonder, I would much rather keep my kin close.
Part of the terms of the contract stated that our children, when they are six years of age, are to spend their summers in Hawkhold with my cousin, Silas. I can very well hear it now, he will be teasing Oddmun and I and asking when he will have company for the summers ahead!
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