Written By Brianna
Jan. 31, 2018, 2:34 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
One could say that this young girl, let's call her Lianna, actually taught Lhanne quite a lot. You may remember stolen pastries and getting left with all of the blame, but really, I-- she was just teaching her to always know exactly how far to get yourself into someone else's plots. To be aware that sometimes the best laid plans do not always go well, especially when they are made in the middle of the night by two giggling girls. And to most importantly, never let someone else put you in a position where they can leave you with the blame.
All of these lessons and more, Lhanne learned and then surpassed. Anyone who has planned anything with the woman knows that she is thorough, detailed. Anyone who would attempt to lay blame on the woman's feet will be easily found out.
Most importantly, of course, it is now Lhanne that leads, with every confidence in her skills, rather than follows.
And Lianna still dreams of pretty dresses and freedom and the wild high of life and the dangerous edge of a blade or a laugh.
All of these lessons and more, Lhanne learned and then surpassed. Anyone who has planned anything with the woman knows that she is thorough, detailed. Anyone who would attempt to lay blame on the woman's feet will be easily found out.
Most importantly, of course, it is now Lhanne that leads, with every confidence in her skills, rather than follows.
And Lianna still dreams of pretty dresses and freedom and the wild high of life and the dangerous edge of a blade or a laugh.
Written By Esoka
Jan. 29, 2018, 8:52 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I've been trying to think of the right good memory. I have lots that I want to hold onto and I should write about them all, really. I could go for many pages on the day I was knighted, the festivals at the Twainfort with the Rivens during the high-water season, or merry nights with my friends and my love over the past two years in this city. I've been thinking a lot about family of late, though, so I'll go back farther than all that to what seems like the beginning. This memory isn't as sharp as some. I was so young, it's one of those times that lives in the mind like a dream I can sort of half-recall and half-touch. But the feeling of it is strong with me.
My father died when I was very young, so my impressions of all of us together are few. There are some that still live in my heart, though, and this is one such. We were on the shores of the river where my tribe, the Greenwoods, lived and hunted that summer. My parents had taken my sister, Evona, and I to the water to start teaching us to swim. I remember being frightened at first. It was cold and my kicking feet could not feel the bottom, and I coughed and sputtered as I fumbled in the shallows. My father's hands never let me sink, though. They were strong and showed me how to keep myself afloat in the water. I remember my sister cackling and splashing me. She was a brat. And I remember being scolded by my mother after Evona and I got in a fight (about her being a brat) and tried to dunk each other under. We ended up laughing, for all that, and drying in the warm sun by the shore while my mother sang the old songs, and my father fished for our dinner.
It was a good day and a good memory, and I thank Lady Khanne for prompting me to share it with Vellichor for all time.
My father died when I was very young, so my impressions of all of us together are few. There are some that still live in my heart, though, and this is one such. We were on the shores of the river where my tribe, the Greenwoods, lived and hunted that summer. My parents had taken my sister, Evona, and I to the water to start teaching us to swim. I remember being frightened at first. It was cold and my kicking feet could not feel the bottom, and I coughed and sputtered as I fumbled in the shallows. My father's hands never let me sink, though. They were strong and showed me how to keep myself afloat in the water. I remember my sister cackling and splashing me. She was a brat. And I remember being scolded by my mother after Evona and I got in a fight (about her being a brat) and tried to dunk each other under. We ended up laughing, for all that, and drying in the warm sun by the shore while my mother sang the old songs, and my father fished for our dinner.
It was a good day and a good memory, and I thank Lady Khanne for prompting me to share it with Vellichor for all time.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 29, 2018, 3:36 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I too can confirm that Lady Khanne is one of the most honorable and noble woman of The Compact and does not have a nefarious fiber in her being. I count her as one of my closest friends and will defend her against any accusers.
Written By Laric
Jan. 29, 2018, 3:07 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
There appears to be a rumor going around that I have issued an arrest warrant for Lady Khanne Halfshav.
To be clear to the two or three people who may actually believe that rumor: as Master of Questions, I would not hesitate to apprehend one of my closest friends and allies were I presented with irrefutable proof that they were an enemy of the Compact. If any such evidence about Lady Khanne exists, I have not seen it nor heard of it. Not only is she one of the finest women I know, but I would be hard-pressed to name someone less likely to be involved in something duplicitous or ethically abhorrent.
Citizens of the Compact are always welcome to write to me or High Inquisitor Alistair about their concerns.
To be clear to the two or three people who may actually believe that rumor: as Master of Questions, I would not hesitate to apprehend one of my closest friends and allies were I presented with irrefutable proof that they were an enemy of the Compact. If any such evidence about Lady Khanne exists, I have not seen it nor heard of it. Not only is she one of the finest women I know, but I would be hard-pressed to name someone less likely to be involved in something duplicitous or ethically abhorrent.
Citizens of the Compact are always welcome to write to me or High Inquisitor Alistair about their concerns.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 5:03 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
You say such kind things to me. I am a creature of inspiration, the feelings come and go but show up in the strangest places.
Written By Victus
Jan. 23, 2018, 3:11 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Hoping to hear some good memories are ya', eh? I gotta say that most of the things I call 'happy' ain't the same brand of happy a lot of people enjoy in the same way. Lots of things actually, but I can think of a few. Few that matter anyway.
This one time when I was a real young little thing, I saw a girl huddled up in off the street corner. She had clamps on her wrists, clearly meaning she was property to someone else at the time. I had a hunk of bread leftover because Uncle Donrai kept me well-fed to grow big and strong and the like. Decided that this little girl looks hungry, she probably needs it more than me. So I handed it over. She was scared at first, probably wasn't used to anybody touching her if it wasn't to get smacked or dragged. But she came around when she saw I was just offering some food. She said thank you and I gave her a smile. Never saw her again.
Uncle Donrai though, he weren't too happy with me for that one. I can remember his words in the back of my head like it were yesterday.
"You must never be weak. The weak shall perish unmourned, unloved, and unremembered."
That was what he told me. Earned me a proper fucking shiner on the eye too, not from his own hand though. My Uncle never smiled much, but when he started wearin' that mask it's not like you could tell anyway. He definitely wasn't smiling on that day either.
"I will tolerate no such with you, Victus Baseborn. The bastard of Maelstrom, the son of Argus, will be a weapon soaked in the gore of our enemies. Never show weakness before me again, or I will see you cast into the sea."
So that's what I committed to doing when I was growin' up instead of sharing my bread with Thralls, and Uncle was satisfied. Pretty fucking grim I know, but the happy part of it I didn't realize till a whole lot later. When I started thinking on everything that got me this far without gettin' myself killed or a whole load of others either, I sometimes think about that little Thrall girl I spotted all those years ago. See she taught me something really, really important that I didn't even think of at the time.
That when the most important people in my life were trying to steer me wrong, I was still trying to do something halfway decent. Whenever there's a new pile of shit to deal with, I can always think back to that time and say "Yeah Victus, you were in a shit time and you did alright."
Lil gleaming pearl in a dark place. Taught me that even in the shittiest of times, surrounded by shittiest influences, somebody can still do a good thing for somebody else. And it'll never be too late for it to be you yourself. I dunno where that girl is now. In all likelihood, probably not with us anymore. But I appreciate her teaching me that it's never too dark for there to be a just a little bit of light.
So, happy memory from me. Do whatever it is you do with it.
This one time when I was a real young little thing, I saw a girl huddled up in off the street corner. She had clamps on her wrists, clearly meaning she was property to someone else at the time. I had a hunk of bread leftover because Uncle Donrai kept me well-fed to grow big and strong and the like. Decided that this little girl looks hungry, she probably needs it more than me. So I handed it over. She was scared at first, probably wasn't used to anybody touching her if it wasn't to get smacked or dragged. But she came around when she saw I was just offering some food. She said thank you and I gave her a smile. Never saw her again.
Uncle Donrai though, he weren't too happy with me for that one. I can remember his words in the back of my head like it were yesterday.
"You must never be weak. The weak shall perish unmourned, unloved, and unremembered."
That was what he told me. Earned me a proper fucking shiner on the eye too, not from his own hand though. My Uncle never smiled much, but when he started wearin' that mask it's not like you could tell anyway. He definitely wasn't smiling on that day either.
"I will tolerate no such with you, Victus Baseborn. The bastard of Maelstrom, the son of Argus, will be a weapon soaked in the gore of our enemies. Never show weakness before me again, or I will see you cast into the sea."
So that's what I committed to doing when I was growin' up instead of sharing my bread with Thralls, and Uncle was satisfied. Pretty fucking grim I know, but the happy part of it I didn't realize till a whole lot later. When I started thinking on everything that got me this far without gettin' myself killed or a whole load of others either, I sometimes think about that little Thrall girl I spotted all those years ago. See she taught me something really, really important that I didn't even think of at the time.
That when the most important people in my life were trying to steer me wrong, I was still trying to do something halfway decent. Whenever there's a new pile of shit to deal with, I can always think back to that time and say "Yeah Victus, you were in a shit time and you did alright."
Lil gleaming pearl in a dark place. Taught me that even in the shittiest of times, surrounded by shittiest influences, somebody can still do a good thing for somebody else. And it'll never be too late for it to be you yourself. I dunno where that girl is now. In all likelihood, probably not with us anymore. But I appreciate her teaching me that it's never too dark for there to be a just a little bit of light.
So, happy memory from me. Do whatever it is you do with it.
Written By Alis
Jan. 22, 2018, 7:23 p.m.(1/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
You asked for a happy memory, and I am glad to oblige. It can be difficult to remember the positive things when you're overshadowed by grief. But it's important not to forget these things. And just seeing the request reminded me of of a bright, shining moment I was able to share with my eldest brother Vance.
I'd finally convinced my father to let me train to be a Knight (read: I yelled and screamed at him until he caved - it took a really long time), and the day had come that I was to be sent to Arx. I thought maybe it was some kind of punishment to send me so far away when I had perfectly capable elder brothers to teach me. And, very nervous about being trained under Lord Commander Dayne. I couldn't really argue with his decision, despite those warring feelings. And as usual, father was busy seeing to matters of the fealty. So it was Vance who made sure I was packed and ready to go, escorting me to the gates where the retinue of guards waited.
Before helping me astride the horse that would carry me into that new and exhausting life though, he stopped to place a small object in my hand and then curled my fingers around it tightly.
"Alis." he told me, leaning forward as if he were about to share some family secret nobody should hear about. "I asked father if I could take this from the things mother left for us, but he doesn't know I intended to give it to you. So this will stay between the two of us? And maybe Valen, and Tabitha, and Edain... everyone but Prince Radley."
He knew that would prompt a smile from me, and I laughingly agreed to keep this scandalous little secret between us and everyone except my poor father. Who absolutely knew anyway, because nothing happened in that manor without him knowing of it. It was something of an open joke between us all to pretend we'd pulled one over on him.
Anyway, as I unfurled my hand, there was a ring there. A ring of silver and ruby, that fanned out at the top so that it went from nearly the knuckle to the first finger joint with the stone near the top. And the engravings on it looked much like one might find on a Knight's armor, prompting me to look up in confusion at him. Jewelry? What?
I don't think he'd ever laughed quite as loudly at any of my expressions as he did at my puzzlement then. But, he explained that it was the ring our mother was granted when she was Knighted. And that the engravings were the same as was found on the armor she wore as a Knight of Redwall.
"Tabitha didn't choose to be a Knight, but you have. And so this ring is passed to you. And the first of your female children who will be a Knight. Remember that she would be proud of you."
That was the moment I felt truly happy and excited about my new adventure. A small gesture, but to someone who never really got to know her mother, I treasure it as one of the happiest memories I have of Vance and I.
I'd finally convinced my father to let me train to be a Knight (read: I yelled and screamed at him until he caved - it took a really long time), and the day had come that I was to be sent to Arx. I thought maybe it was some kind of punishment to send me so far away when I had perfectly capable elder brothers to teach me. And, very nervous about being trained under Lord Commander Dayne. I couldn't really argue with his decision, despite those warring feelings. And as usual, father was busy seeing to matters of the fealty. So it was Vance who made sure I was packed and ready to go, escorting me to the gates where the retinue of guards waited.
Before helping me astride the horse that would carry me into that new and exhausting life though, he stopped to place a small object in my hand and then curled my fingers around it tightly.
"Alis." he told me, leaning forward as if he were about to share some family secret nobody should hear about. "I asked father if I could take this from the things mother left for us, but he doesn't know I intended to give it to you. So this will stay between the two of us? And maybe Valen, and Tabitha, and Edain... everyone but Prince Radley."
He knew that would prompt a smile from me, and I laughingly agreed to keep this scandalous little secret between us and everyone except my poor father. Who absolutely knew anyway, because nothing happened in that manor without him knowing of it. It was something of an open joke between us all to pretend we'd pulled one over on him.
Anyway, as I unfurled my hand, there was a ring there. A ring of silver and ruby, that fanned out at the top so that it went from nearly the knuckle to the first finger joint with the stone near the top. And the engravings on it looked much like one might find on a Knight's armor, prompting me to look up in confusion at him. Jewelry? What?
I don't think he'd ever laughed quite as loudly at any of my expressions as he did at my puzzlement then. But, he explained that it was the ring our mother was granted when she was Knighted. And that the engravings were the same as was found on the armor she wore as a Knight of Redwall.
"Tabitha didn't choose to be a Knight, but you have. And so this ring is passed to you. And the first of your female children who will be a Knight. Remember that she would be proud of you."
That was the moment I felt truly happy and excited about my new adventure. A small gesture, but to someone who never really got to know her mother, I treasure it as one of the happiest memories I have of Vance and I.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 12, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(12/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Later still.
Reigna's friend Khanne is a very good person to drink with. She tells the best stories.
Reigna's friend Khanne is a very good person to drink with. She tells the best stories.
Written By Kael
Dec. 26, 2017, 2:19 p.m.(11/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
My wife made me aware that there might be issues. Come by Keaton Hall sometime for a quick bite to eat and a drink if you like. I even have some of that Bloodrage left.
Written By Reigna
Dec. 18, 2017, 4:29 p.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Blessings are friends like Lady Khanne Halfshav. With her wisdom and guidance, I am a better me.
Thanks be to all the gods that led me to this point in my life, to have such a companion.
Thanks be to all the gods that led me to this point in my life, to have such a companion.
Written By Kael
Nov. 26, 2017, 12:16 a.m.(8/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Happy birthday, Lady Khanne. I hope that you enjoyed the festivities in your honor and had some amusement at our play. It was an honor to host it, though Reigna was the true mastermind, and I believe I will feel sore for at least a week from Lord Valerio riding me.
Even writing that seems so wrong.
And yet so right.
Even writing that seems so wrong.
And yet so right.
Written By Cirroch
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I saw an old friend today. I look forward to catching up with her again soon.
Written By Reigna
Nov. 21, 2017, 9:13 p.m.(8/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Of all the things I can think to say... I think I will simply say: You are loved, friend.
Written By Arik
Oct. 15, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(5/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I have heard that my sister went to a soiree, a party of some sort. I have also been informed of a letter of some sort. In order to keep her safe from whatever foolish man was smitten by her wiles, I will have to set a rabbit trap outside her door and attempt to be at her side for the next week. Such actions can only drive this poor fellow off and leave my sister safe to focus on important things... Like spending time with her cousin Brianna.
Written By Brianna
Oct. 15, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(5/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
A secret admirer? A mystery note? Now /this/ sounds like something worth investigating. You can believe that I am on the case, dearest cousin. I will not rest until I find out who so appreciates my taste in fashion, or until I forget about this for something shinier and newer.
On a more serious note, thank you for attending with me. I am glad that you had a night to have fun, to enjoy yourself. Even if the past haunts us all.
Except Arik, apparently.
On a more serious note, thank you for attending with me. I am glad that you had a night to have fun, to enjoy yourself. Even if the past haunts us all.
Except Arik, apparently.
Written By Valerio
Oct. 1, 2017, 8:58 p.m.(4/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I find myself always in a better mood when in the company of Lady Khanne Halfshav. Such an interesting woman with a very sharp mind. Though, she may have good sketching skills. The subject of the sketch is somewhat suspect. This bears thought for a more suitable response.
Written By Arik
Sept. 30, 2017, 7:59 p.m.(4/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
It was good to see my sister again. Thank her for cautioning patience when last I visted Arx otherwise I may have wed hastily and lost the opportunity to prove myself a proper sword of Whitehold. The abandoned are turning to the Horned God and my place is once again to return North (thankfully). I look forward to showing the Duke my place in securing our lands and the realm.
Perhaps I should ask Khanne for a blessing from the spirits before I depart. Maybe two.
Perhaps I should ask Khanne for a blessing from the spirits before I depart. Maybe two.
Written By Brianna
Sept. 3, 2017, 5:49 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I cannot say enough how grateful I am for my cousin's diligent work for Whitehold. There could not have been a better representation of our House in the city, nor one who would work as tirelessly for the Compact and the North. While I was off on my own search, I knew that the Voice of Halfshav would be better served with Khanne's. I do not intend to come back and take anything from her, but if there is any way that I can help, I am here now.
Written By Marian
Aug. 20, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Invaluable co-host for Northerlude. Her coordination of the Northlands Development Council booths and party favors helped a lot. I look forward to doing more Northlands Development Council events with her.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 17, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
What can I say about this marvelous Lady so new to my acquaintance? The Lady Khanne is a delight to speak to, she has remarkable wisdom and insight and I very much enjoy her company. Her faith is fascinating to me, and she has been so very patient in her explanations of what it means to be a shaman. I have a feeling that she, if she is willing, will be a frequent dinner guest at Keaton Hall.
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