Written By Titus
May 4, 2021, 7:37 p.m.(6/1/1015 AR)
Within the Valley of Flies gleefully crows sing as they feast upon the vanquished invaders. The Watchers have sated their bloodlust for a moment while new pyramids of skulls smile eternally on the folly of attacking Sangris. The Red City stands strong.
My thanks belongs to Princess Sabella, the Proscipi and the Pravus. Without their aide, the situation would have been grim. Truly, the entire Compact as a whole has a place of honour in my mind.
I dedicate the battle to Gloria and my Magistrix, and will bring to Arx numerous trophies and trinkets to sacrifice at Gloria’s shrine in the upcoming days.
And to my friends that have lost their homes, their families and have been wounded deeply with unseen scars, use this time to heal and come together stronger.
My thanks belongs to Princess Sabella, the Proscipi and the Pravus. Without their aide, the situation would have been grim. Truly, the entire Compact as a whole has a place of honour in my mind.
I dedicate the battle to Gloria and my Magistrix, and will bring to Arx numerous trophies and trinkets to sacrifice at Gloria’s shrine in the upcoming days.
And to my friends that have lost their homes, their families and have been wounded deeply with unseen scars, use this time to heal and come together stronger.
Written By Titus
April 26, 2021, 11:12 p.m.(5/14/1015 AR)
To the Vaevici all battlefields are a temple in which we offer to the gods our victories. We conduct the choir of the vanquished as they sing their songs of woe and teach them their final lessons before their end comes. And should we spill enough blood and destroy enough enemies, one day we might earn the peace we desire and the glory that comes with that. War without a goal for peace is merely destruction, there's no glory in that. It's similar to a serpent consuming itself out of ravenous greed.
The crows are coming for a large feast. The drums of war are beating louder as our blood begins to stir in our hearts.
May the Watchers remain strong as we offer to them the wicked and vanquished. May Sangris stand forever.
The crows are coming for a large feast. The drums of war are beating louder as our blood begins to stir in our hearts.
May the Watchers remain strong as we offer to them the wicked and vanquished. May Sangris stand forever.
Written By Titus
April 23, 2021, 8:41 p.m.(5/7/1015 AR)
I’ve heard people ask why bad things happen, why don’t the gods answer our prayers when they’re asked to look after our loved ones and friends. I'm not a godsworn but maybe legate Bianca's words at the shrines are sticking.
I’ve come to a realization that it isn’t that the gods aren’t listening to prayers when we ask for our families and friends to be protected from harm, but that the gods won’t take away the sacredness of choice and free will from them.
I could be completely wrong though.
I’ve come to a realization that it isn’t that the gods aren’t listening to prayers when we ask for our families and friends to be protected from harm, but that the gods won’t take away the sacredness of choice and free will from them.
I could be completely wrong though.
Written By Titus
April 19, 2021, 11:01 p.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
The Compact is a collection of individuals that each are far more vulnerable alone than they are together, of different cultures that aspire to seek out the best in others to make themselves stronger. Should you be rejected by others after you offer help, that others make you feel as though you have nothing to give them, by all means, seek me out. A Warmonger has use for a great many weapons and tools, and you'll find yourself brought in supporting a great effort.
Ravens circle high overhead. They hear the beautiful song of woe. They hear the drums of war.
Come.
Ravens circle high overhead. They hear the beautiful song of woe. They hear the drums of war.
Come.
Written By Titus
April 16, 2021, 7:52 p.m.(4/21/1015 AR)
This is written about the recent banns with folks airing their problems for the world to laugh at us. I'm not from the continent that the city of Arx sits on, each day brings new challenges to see how others believe and try to learn or take something from them to make myself better.
A person that’s recently joined the Compact is someone who has impressed someone somewhere enough that they believe they’ll make the Compact as a whole better and that the Compact will also make them better people, you simply just can't walk in the gates and suddenly join. With every knee bent and new soul taken in, the Compact changes and grows. Those who can’t change will become irrelevant, it’s the nature of life like the ocean slamming against the shoreline or the stream that finally cuts a huge gorge.
This Compact of today is in no way the same Compact when it originally was formed. I've
A person born into the Compact has been given a gift and blessing that many in the world desire even if they aren't aware of it quite yet. Rather than look down on newcomers who are thrust into sudden and often drastic change as cultures clash and traditions need to be updated, perhaps one ought to ask themselves if the boot was on the other foot, would they be readily accepted to join the Compact now? In other words, what have you done lately?
Those who would pick apart and point out the differences aren't those who desire to change and grow, but instead desire stasis. Those who try to splinter and divide us, using terms like neo-noble or prodigals or even worse are supporting the work of our enemies. We're the Compact, and within us is a great melting pot of other houses and ideas which makes us stronger. A phalanx is only strong when all work together, those who don't work together will doom the entire unit.
There's far more who live outside this little but growing Compact. Ones who desire to destroy what I feel is a tremendously powerful tool for good.
A person that’s recently joined the Compact is someone who has impressed someone somewhere enough that they believe they’ll make the Compact as a whole better and that the Compact will also make them better people, you simply just can't walk in the gates and suddenly join. With every knee bent and new soul taken in, the Compact changes and grows. Those who can’t change will become irrelevant, it’s the nature of life like the ocean slamming against the shoreline or the stream that finally cuts a huge gorge.
This Compact of today is in no way the same Compact when it originally was formed. I've
A person born into the Compact has been given a gift and blessing that many in the world desire even if they aren't aware of it quite yet. Rather than look down on newcomers who are thrust into sudden and often drastic change as cultures clash and traditions need to be updated, perhaps one ought to ask themselves if the boot was on the other foot, would they be readily accepted to join the Compact now? In other words, what have you done lately?
Those who would pick apart and point out the differences aren't those who desire to change and grow, but instead desire stasis. Those who try to splinter and divide us, using terms like neo-noble or prodigals or even worse are supporting the work of our enemies. We're the Compact, and within us is a great melting pot of other houses and ideas which makes us stronger. A phalanx is only strong when all work together, those who don't work together will doom the entire unit.
There's far more who live outside this little but growing Compact. Ones who desire to destroy what I feel is a tremendously powerful tool for good.
Written By Titus
April 15, 2021, 4:52 a.m.(4/18/1015 AR)
Another week filled with interesting reports and commentary posted on the banns. But one is chief as I enjoy this glass of wine and looking at the blue claw vine blooming tonight with that rare glow.
Ivan of house Helianthus, former duke, has apparently died in bizarre circumstances. An unmarked ship arriving in the port of Hopeshallow brought with it a conflagration of fire that swept across the harbour consuming ships, cargo and the harbour master’s dwelling. That there was a breach in the castle with bells is telling that a group made their way in but failed in killing Ivan and his family. But just at their failure, a great wind moved across the isle and brought with it torrential waters that flooded the area. And that little ship, unmarked and not harried, left the opposite direction. That little ship is interesting, and I’m sure there are spirits within the oceans or air that witnessed what happened, and perhaps their whispers at night can be heard in the warm spring evening breeze itself as rain falls and mixes with loamy earth. Whispers that can reveal that little ship. The events that led to Ivan's death though only are going to cause more problems, as the root issue hasn't been decided. Like a stone in a boot, it'll limit Thrax which makes me wonder who did it.
Ivan Helianthus was a man who wouldn’t be shaken from his beliefs that he felt were right, even when the entire world was against him. That stubbornness is both a blessing and a curse, and it caused him to lose his life. Him waging his life against his beliefs is commendable, but perhaps his next life he’ll learn that sometimes one needs to accept change and to reflect that they aren’t in the right. We all can be wrong. Stubbornness is a fault when it makes you unable to learn or change for the greater good.
Live by the sword, die by the sword.
Would I have killed him, it wouldn’t be a mystery. His headless body would be on a pike for the birds to feast on, while his skull picked clean and placed on a pyramid with his soldiers so others might learn from his mistakes and know that the Compact is strong.
It’s a beautiful thing with the songs of woe the vanquished sing, with the thunderous clash of steel. The drums beat ever forward, the crows and ravens are coming to a large feast. The fire of the pyros burns bright and hot as the spirit of war grips the world. Perhaps enough blood will be shed to pay the price for a little peace.
Ivan of house Helianthus, former duke, has apparently died in bizarre circumstances. An unmarked ship arriving in the port of Hopeshallow brought with it a conflagration of fire that swept across the harbour consuming ships, cargo and the harbour master’s dwelling. That there was a breach in the castle with bells is telling that a group made their way in but failed in killing Ivan and his family. But just at their failure, a great wind moved across the isle and brought with it torrential waters that flooded the area. And that little ship, unmarked and not harried, left the opposite direction. That little ship is interesting, and I’m sure there are spirits within the oceans or air that witnessed what happened, and perhaps their whispers at night can be heard in the warm spring evening breeze itself as rain falls and mixes with loamy earth. Whispers that can reveal that little ship. The events that led to Ivan's death though only are going to cause more problems, as the root issue hasn't been decided. Like a stone in a boot, it'll limit Thrax which makes me wonder who did it.
Ivan Helianthus was a man who wouldn’t be shaken from his beliefs that he felt were right, even when the entire world was against him. That stubbornness is both a blessing and a curse, and it caused him to lose his life. Him waging his life against his beliefs is commendable, but perhaps his next life he’ll learn that sometimes one needs to accept change and to reflect that they aren’t in the right. We all can be wrong. Stubbornness is a fault when it makes you unable to learn or change for the greater good.
Live by the sword, die by the sword.
Would I have killed him, it wouldn’t be a mystery. His headless body would be on a pike for the birds to feast on, while his skull picked clean and placed on a pyramid with his soldiers so others might learn from his mistakes and know that the Compact is strong.
It’s a beautiful thing with the songs of woe the vanquished sing, with the thunderous clash of steel. The drums beat ever forward, the crows and ravens are coming to a large feast. The fire of the pyros burns bright and hot as the spirit of war grips the world. Perhaps enough blood will be shed to pay the price for a little peace.
Written By Titus
April 11, 2021, 5:53 p.m.(4/11/1015 AR)
I recall the day I arrived, an archscholar of Vellichor was murdered (although I had nothing to do with that). The news now is there’s a new library to be built in the lower quarter of the city. Anyone who wants to protect knowledge is doing the right thing I feel, and anyone desiring to seek out knowledge also is a good thing. Overall, a library no matter what the name of it is called is a good and proper goal that should bring more people together rather than pushing them away.
The banns in the city were about mainly happiness, such as the Sanna family had a son, the Redrain and Blackrams appointing voices. We should be thankful for the days of blessings, they're like a bright day of sunshine amidst a week of storms.
I learned more about the events of the Moore’s Fall and the threats of the northern parts.
I also met with Mother Bianca and we had wonderful and frank discussions around the history and cultural divides between the Caldera and Arvum continents. A leader with so much responsibility not just to the wellbeing of the Faith but also being a shepherd to protect and strengthen all the souls she comes across. Should someone find themselves with any time to spare, sending a small but thoughtful blessing to Mother Bianca wouldn’t be an investment that would have bad returns.
I’m further studying ancient history regarding various continents which hold my allies and enemies. Of myths and legends of places where titans walked and lived, where gods stepped and the races on this world began. All to help learn how to bring out the nightmares and terrors in my enemies and to strengthen my pyros.
The banns in the city were about mainly happiness, such as the Sanna family had a son, the Redrain and Blackrams appointing voices. We should be thankful for the days of blessings, they're like a bright day of sunshine amidst a week of storms.
I learned more about the events of the Moore’s Fall and the threats of the northern parts.
I also met with Mother Bianca and we had wonderful and frank discussions around the history and cultural divides between the Caldera and Arvum continents. A leader with so much responsibility not just to the wellbeing of the Faith but also being a shepherd to protect and strengthen all the souls she comes across. Should someone find themselves with any time to spare, sending a small but thoughtful blessing to Mother Bianca wouldn’t be an investment that would have bad returns.
I’m further studying ancient history regarding various continents which hold my allies and enemies. Of myths and legends of places where titans walked and lived, where gods stepped and the races on this world began. All to help learn how to bring out the nightmares and terrors in my enemies and to strengthen my pyros.
Written By Titus
April 4, 2021, 7:22 p.m.(3/25/1015 AR)
The banns this past week were full of mourning with the losses taken by the Moores, Magnottas and Whitehawks. There was also celebration with Seliki, Magnotta and Wyrmguards with births. May the Queen of Beginnings and Endings be remembered.
Disturbing news too came to the city regarding the little town of Acorn Hill and a besieged night of terror. The enemy that attacked left a gruesome scene behind it, with a message and warning against meddling. I know not what enemies that attacked the Moores, but I do think a strong response is needed so these threats don’t break out into something that pulls the Compact’s attentions. Perhaps a good idea is to fortify the town with a strong keep and walls on the namesake hill. I’m pledging support with a thousand military resources to be sent to the Moore’s. Supporting our allies and helping them be able to defend themselves means we can focus more on greater war threats. It’s the right thing to do.
I’m looking to have a small expedition back to the Caldera, to visit a certain people, to pay respects to old ways and beliefs, to explore a lake and the Wader that rests there. I hope that it won’t just be a trip for me to learn more about ancient ways, but also to open up Caldera culture with our allies and friends.
Disturbing news too came to the city regarding the little town of Acorn Hill and a besieged night of terror. The enemy that attacked left a gruesome scene behind it, with a message and warning against meddling. I know not what enemies that attacked the Moores, but I do think a strong response is needed so these threats don’t break out into something that pulls the Compact’s attentions. Perhaps a good idea is to fortify the town with a strong keep and walls on the namesake hill. I’m pledging support with a thousand military resources to be sent to the Moore’s. Supporting our allies and helping them be able to defend themselves means we can focus more on greater war threats. It’s the right thing to do.
I’m looking to have a small expedition back to the Caldera, to visit a certain people, to pay respects to old ways and beliefs, to explore a lake and the Wader that rests there. I hope that it won’t just be a trip for me to learn more about ancient ways, but also to open up Caldera culture with our allies and friends.
Written By Titus
March 18, 2021, 1:50 p.m.(2/19/1015 AR)
The Sangrian Blueclaw Vine has finally been coaxed to bloomed here in Arx, a rare flower outside of the Caldera where it grows. Quite different than what I’ve seen here, it took a combined effort of a group to encourage it to actually grow in foreign soil. I’ve been unable though to pollinate and propagate it, so. I believe I’ll organize a trip to see if we can’t track and trap a few of the nightbirds that do that job. Perhaps even bring supplies to the S’Ki tribe and pay homage to the Wader. I’ve invited a few people over to look at the flower, especially how it blooms at night and glows. I have to restrict myself from eating too many of the leaves, they’re quite delicious although I don’t believe others have acquired the taste. A very strong taste, thick texture.
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.
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.
Written By Titus
March 13, 2021, 2:55 a.m.(2/8/1015 AR)
It’s been rather busy, going to the battles at the Scythian Sea to encountering some interesting people in Arx.
I presented a gift of a Sangrinite lute to Savio Pontelaeus, I hope he’ll use it in the future even if for private functions. He seemed very happy with it although I’m not sure if that was delirium caused from his serious wounds or if he was actually happy. One will have to find out later. The physicians however deserve praise. While one might survive a brush with death, it’s their skills which return the survivors in fighting form. They all fight on the frontline of mortality, a soldier each of them.
I found out who my companion was at the recent feast and I’m very pleasantly surprised. A Clement noblewoman.
I had a chance to meet with a Pravus princess in passing and there’s some interesting thoughts she hinted at, something secret to explore. We also have an interest in collecting certain objects. I’ll have to see how our paths cross again.
A Duke set aside his title and peerage privileges to become a knight of the King's Own. Sir Gabriel Bisland I only know through writings, but to me the Bisland motto should change to "None More Loyal" after his sacrifice and example. I hope others in the northern lands find a boost of courage and loyalty to pick up arms, train hard and prepare to war with our common enemies.
I’m looking forward to the war. I feel that while it will be extremely challenging, our allies will all perform spectacularly.
I presented a gift of a Sangrinite lute to Savio Pontelaeus, I hope he’ll use it in the future even if for private functions. He seemed very happy with it although I’m not sure if that was delirium caused from his serious wounds or if he was actually happy. One will have to find out later. The physicians however deserve praise. While one might survive a brush with death, it’s their skills which return the survivors in fighting form. They all fight on the frontline of mortality, a soldier each of them.
I found out who my companion was at the recent feast and I’m very pleasantly surprised. A Clement noblewoman.
I had a chance to meet with a Pravus princess in passing and there’s some interesting thoughts she hinted at, something secret to explore. We also have an interest in collecting certain objects. I’ll have to see how our paths cross again.
A Duke set aside his title and peerage privileges to become a knight of the King's Own. Sir Gabriel Bisland I only know through writings, but to me the Bisland motto should change to "None More Loyal" after his sacrifice and example. I hope others in the northern lands find a boost of courage and loyalty to pick up arms, train hard and prepare to war with our common enemies.
I’m looking forward to the war. I feel that while it will be extremely challenging, our allies will all perform spectacularly.
Written By Titus
March 2, 2021, 10:21 p.m.(1/16/1015 AR)
A garden is no garden without a rose.
Written By Titus
March 1, 2021, 12:55 a.m.(1/12/1015 AR)
Do you remember your first week at a city you’ve never been to, with a culture that wasn’t yours? My first week of Arx has now come and gone. How do I mark this week which will never happen again? Difficult adaptation and that includes this weather.
I thought perhaps I might not have a place in this desire for peace that's so prevalent until you look at just how vast the list is for enemies of the Compact.
I look forward to learning my new enemies and enjoying the harvest of their last moments.
I thought perhaps I might not have a place in this desire for peace that's so prevalent until you look at just how vast the list is for enemies of the Compact.
I look forward to learning my new enemies and enjoying the harvest of their last moments.
Written By Titus
Feb. 23, 2021, 3:51 a.m.(12/28/1014 AR)
I’ve yet to meet many in Arx, but a goal is to have that addressed with invitations and work with the Academy of War. I'm also looking forward this week meeting someone I've corresponded with for a long time and look at their library. On my arrival, the archscholar was assassinated. While at the Red City things like this are commonplace, I don’t understand the reasons so many are choosing to be saddened and in mourning.
I don’t mourn the death of an Archlector who was assassinated. Not because I don’t know her but because what little I do know of her says she was a warrior in her own way. She didn’t die a victim. She met death through her choices not to stand still and let things simply happen. That's commendable.
There’s two options, to be a victim or a warrior. There’s no middle-ground and if you don’t choose, then you’ll become the victim. To be surrounded by problems, or see opportunities to try solutions to life’s challenges and move on. To allow something else be at the helm of your feelings and emotions, or instead be the only one to control your reactions. Being a warrior doesn’t mean you won’t fail, a general who hasn’t failed is a general who hasn’t been tested.
Never mourn the passing of a warrior, they’ve met their end as the crafter of their own fate. Let their memories live on in your soul, let their life empower your own so you might become better. Let your own life empower so many others. If this person would have passed in the Red City, we would have lit the fires and danced, we would have sang the songs as their body was committed to ash. And as the ash blows across the winds, their memories would have joined Sangria's and their life lived would strengthen us all. I hope that those in this city who feel mournful or saddened instead feel something else. A prick to the back of their mind and a whisper from the dark of night that says use what they can from that life that's passed and be stronger.
Be the warrior, never the victim.
I don’t mourn the death of an Archlector who was assassinated. Not because I don’t know her but because what little I do know of her says she was a warrior in her own way. She didn’t die a victim. She met death through her choices not to stand still and let things simply happen. That's commendable.
There’s two options, to be a victim or a warrior. There’s no middle-ground and if you don’t choose, then you’ll become the victim. To be surrounded by problems, or see opportunities to try solutions to life’s challenges and move on. To allow something else be at the helm of your feelings and emotions, or instead be the only one to control your reactions. Being a warrior doesn’t mean you won’t fail, a general who hasn’t failed is a general who hasn’t been tested.
Never mourn the passing of a warrior, they’ve met their end as the crafter of their own fate. Let their memories live on in your soul, let their life empower your own so you might become better. Let your own life empower so many others. If this person would have passed in the Red City, we would have lit the fires and danced, we would have sang the songs as their body was committed to ash. And as the ash blows across the winds, their memories would have joined Sangria's and their life lived would strengthen us all. I hope that those in this city who feel mournful or saddened instead feel something else. A prick to the back of their mind and a whisper from the dark of night that says use what they can from that life that's passed and be stronger.
Be the warrior, never the victim.
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