Written By Aiden
Oct. 10, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(5/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
I'm sorry I had to leave you to the mission. I trust you will do well with the people we've brought together. But you know as well as I, sometimes a man has to do what he has to do. There are choices to make, hard ones... hard ones like this one, to abandon the company we brought together, for a different path. A path that speaks loudly to me and one that very well may be in my blood let alone my heart and soul. I will still ask for your forgiveness.
We will see each other again.
Good luck, where ever the Gods may lead you.
We will see each other again.
Good luck, where ever the Gods may lead you.
Written By Aiden
Oct. 8, 2017, 5:31 p.m.(5/12/1007 AR)
The sanctuary is coming along... but the animal hospital has had some hiccups... Designing something that hasn't been built before has been a challenging process.
Written By Aiden
Oct. 1, 2017, 7:03 p.m.(4/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
We had a good chat. Maybe we can learn more about one another in the coming months. I look forward to it. I think for the longest time, we ran in different circles and maybe on purpose. I'm not sure, the whole thing with that commoner so many months ago interfered with getting to know him. Fresh starts are great.
Written By Aiden
Sept. 21, 2017, 7:52 p.m.(4/5/1007 AR)
Apparently, my worth is better kept in Arx and not going off to dangerous places... where I could die.
I understand the sentiment and then I don't.
How do you judge a person's worth if he does not act?
I understand the sentiment and then I don't.
How do you judge a person's worth if he does not act?
Written By Aiden
Sept. 18, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Expeditions take months to plan, successful ones...
Written By Aiden
Sept. 17, 2017, 6:12 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
When I went to visit Bastion, I did one of two things: I released any bird that wished it from the mews. Surprisingly, a lot stayed. Secondly, I started my duties as Minister of Upkeep. It kept me busy.
Written By Aiden
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:48 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Working title: // Expedition - Soar North //
Day 2. Crossing the Seas, Evening.
I looked across the faces of those who came with me and many were strained, though they covered it well. I could see the tension, the nervousness, the anxiety of crossing the water at such a time it was perilous to do so. It was rough water, though I believed well in the expertise of those at the helm. When I looked back the way we came, Arx was no more, a distant memory on the horizon as we sailed northward, hugging the coast to keep it in sight. I was left to my thoughts for a long time until I decided to head to the crew cabins, considering how cold it was getting with the icy winds whipping across the deck.
There was not a lot to be said for this part of the journey, not until I finally tried to get some sleep. Everything had been going smoothly, if you didn't mind the rough choppiness and sway of the ship as it cut through the winter waves. I climbed into my hammock and tried to not think of what was to come, how we would find what we were searching for.
Then, with my eyes closed, I heard the sounds from up above. The ring of a bell, shouts, orders, many feet stomping around. It didn't take me long to realize that we were under attack. I slipped out of my hammock and got myself armed with my bow. Rather than rushing the top deck, I stayed below. We had a lot supplies down here and if it were pirates, I wanted to be the last line of defense. That was probably not the best choice, looking back, though I had also known there was a risk that the attackers would use the oar holes as a way to climb through... sometimes I hate being right.
I remember I drew an arrow, nocked and released. It caught one of the invaders squirming through the oar hole in the head and he slumped. The oar crew, two fell in the sudden chaos of what occurred after that. More came through. I could tell something was off with them. They were mindless. Their eyes vacant. They moved with one goal in mind - to kill. I ordered any of the crew without weapons to retreat to the upper galley. We would need the crew alive to man the ship. That was my mistake. It reduced the ranged between the writ bound attackers and myself. One got too close as I fired arrow after arrow to no avail to slow them down. I felt the cold sting of his knife slice through leather and cloth, felt it slash across my chest and bewilder me. I used my bow as a melee weapon to get some distance, and knew with the advancement of three on me, that was a difficult feat.
I don't remember at what point of the struggle that the others came down from above. I just remember their shouts, their joining clashes. And in what seemed seconds, it was done. The invading attackers thwarted and lying dead. I was the only one bleeding. How humiliating that was. I was helped to a hammock and out of my gear to attend to the wound and I called for someone to get Maeve to help me once she had attended to the sailors who were injured.
Evidently, there had been a raft rowed up to the ship. These mindless enemies had boarded us, however, our number won and pushed them off. The guidance of the Princess had ensured the ship out ran further attempts. My question was, how had they known we were coming? Why were they out there? Did they see us coming from the shoreline and paddled out?
All I can say is afterward, we were all quite on guard...
(OOC: IC Timing is a little off due to RL scheduling and this PRP extending over a few RL weeks -- the date of this journal does not mean the date of the expedition!)
Day 2. Crossing the Seas, Evening.
I looked across the faces of those who came with me and many were strained, though they covered it well. I could see the tension, the nervousness, the anxiety of crossing the water at such a time it was perilous to do so. It was rough water, though I believed well in the expertise of those at the helm. When I looked back the way we came, Arx was no more, a distant memory on the horizon as we sailed northward, hugging the coast to keep it in sight. I was left to my thoughts for a long time until I decided to head to the crew cabins, considering how cold it was getting with the icy winds whipping across the deck.
There was not a lot to be said for this part of the journey, not until I finally tried to get some sleep. Everything had been going smoothly, if you didn't mind the rough choppiness and sway of the ship as it cut through the winter waves. I climbed into my hammock and tried to not think of what was to come, how we would find what we were searching for.
Then, with my eyes closed, I heard the sounds from up above. The ring of a bell, shouts, orders, many feet stomping around. It didn't take me long to realize that we were under attack. I slipped out of my hammock and got myself armed with my bow. Rather than rushing the top deck, I stayed below. We had a lot supplies down here and if it were pirates, I wanted to be the last line of defense. That was probably not the best choice, looking back, though I had also known there was a risk that the attackers would use the oar holes as a way to climb through... sometimes I hate being right.
I remember I drew an arrow, nocked and released. It caught one of the invaders squirming through the oar hole in the head and he slumped. The oar crew, two fell in the sudden chaos of what occurred after that. More came through. I could tell something was off with them. They were mindless. Their eyes vacant. They moved with one goal in mind - to kill. I ordered any of the crew without weapons to retreat to the upper galley. We would need the crew alive to man the ship. That was my mistake. It reduced the ranged between the writ bound attackers and myself. One got too close as I fired arrow after arrow to no avail to slow them down. I felt the cold sting of his knife slice through leather and cloth, felt it slash across my chest and bewilder me. I used my bow as a melee weapon to get some distance, and knew with the advancement of three on me, that was a difficult feat.
I don't remember at what point of the struggle that the others came down from above. I just remember their shouts, their joining clashes. And in what seemed seconds, it was done. The invading attackers thwarted and lying dead. I was the only one bleeding. How humiliating that was. I was helped to a hammock and out of my gear to attend to the wound and I called for someone to get Maeve to help me once she had attended to the sailors who were injured.
Evidently, there had been a raft rowed up to the ship. These mindless enemies had boarded us, however, our number won and pushed them off. The guidance of the Princess had ensured the ship out ran further attempts. My question was, how had they known we were coming? Why were they out there? Did they see us coming from the shoreline and paddled out?
All I can say is afterward, we were all quite on guard...
(OOC: IC Timing is a little off due to RL scheduling and this PRP extending over a few RL weeks -- the date of this journal does not mean the date of the expedition!)
Written By Aiden
Sept. 12, 2017, 11:02 p.m.(3/15/1007 AR)
I guess I'm 20 now.
Written By Aiden
Sept. 9, 2017, 10:32 p.m.(3/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
We made it.
Now we know where next to go...
Now we know where next to go...
Written By Aiden
Sept. 9, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(3/9/1007 AR)
To all those who have come with me on the journey north... I thank you.
I will submit my expedition notes soon....
I'm enjoying Bastion. I have missed my birds.
I will submit my expedition notes soon....
I'm enjoying Bastion. I have missed my birds.
Written By Aiden
Sept. 2, 2017, 1:53 p.m.(2/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Rest easy now, for the monument in your imagine will be a constant reminder for me to fight on.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 31, 2017, 11:34 a.m.(2/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
The only thing I have to say ... When do we go celebrate?
Written By Aiden
Aug. 31, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(2/15/1007 AR)
Working title: // Expedition - Soar North //
Day 2. Embarking Arx, Morning Of.
The expedition has begun. All are on aboard. There are more who came than I anticipated but they understand the grave nature of why we travel and willingly face the wrath of the Northern storms to go. They all understand the need to succeed here. The more that come with us, the better the chance one of us will make it back with the information we go to find.
When I came to the pier, it was with Silas at my side and Estaban not long behind us. Then I began to see the familiar faces of those whom I asked to risk their lives for this journey; for a risk it will be, if I can believe Duke Asger and Lady Khanne's continued warnings about travel by sea at this time of year. We have to go this way, we voted to travel this way, by this route. If we had more time, if we could wait... then we would travel by land by horse in the summer. But time my friends, is not with us.
So we embark, with prayers to Mangata enlightening our way. I recall the sound of my boots upon the gangplank as I was burdened with the supplies I brought for this journey. It was a heavy sound and it reminded me of the duty I bear. And I bear it willingly, for Arx, for Arvum, for all those I love.
Unloading the gear upon the Unsullied, I looked to her captain and stood with confidence as Princess Katarina was behind the helm. I believe in her abilities, I have no reason to doubt it, though some upon the ship did doubt it, at which I pointed out they could leave before we departed if they discounted her abilities. None did.
The arguement was at an end and so our ship pushed away from the Bay. The oars struck the water in union, the sails were unfurled. It was a sight I will never forget, looking back upon the City I have come to appreciate since my first day stepping through her gates before the siege of our enemies. I put my arm around Silas and said a prayer that we could return to see her again.
I stood upon the decks, watching the sight of Arx fading into the distance and remained there, until I couldn't see the towers or strong walls any longer. Only then, did I set my eyes North.
(OOC: IC Timing is a little off due to RL scheduling and this PRP extending over a few RL weeks -- the date of this journal does not mean the date of the expedition!)
Day 2. Embarking Arx, Morning Of.
The expedition has begun. All are on aboard. There are more who came than I anticipated but they understand the grave nature of why we travel and willingly face the wrath of the Northern storms to go. They all understand the need to succeed here. The more that come with us, the better the chance one of us will make it back with the information we go to find.
When I came to the pier, it was with Silas at my side and Estaban not long behind us. Then I began to see the familiar faces of those whom I asked to risk their lives for this journey; for a risk it will be, if I can believe Duke Asger and Lady Khanne's continued warnings about travel by sea at this time of year. We have to go this way, we voted to travel this way, by this route. If we had more time, if we could wait... then we would travel by land by horse in the summer. But time my friends, is not with us.
So we embark, with prayers to Mangata enlightening our way. I recall the sound of my boots upon the gangplank as I was burdened with the supplies I brought for this journey. It was a heavy sound and it reminded me of the duty I bear. And I bear it willingly, for Arx, for Arvum, for all those I love.
Unloading the gear upon the Unsullied, I looked to her captain and stood with confidence as Princess Katarina was behind the helm. I believe in her abilities, I have no reason to doubt it, though some upon the ship did doubt it, at which I pointed out they could leave before we departed if they discounted her abilities. None did.
The arguement was at an end and so our ship pushed away from the Bay. The oars struck the water in union, the sails were unfurled. It was a sight I will never forget, looking back upon the City I have come to appreciate since my first day stepping through her gates before the siege of our enemies. I put my arm around Silas and said a prayer that we could return to see her again.
I stood upon the decks, watching the sight of Arx fading into the distance and remained there, until I couldn't see the towers or strong walls any longer. Only then, did I set my eyes North.
(OOC: IC Timing is a little off due to RL scheduling and this PRP extending over a few RL weeks -- the date of this journal does not mean the date of the expedition!)
Written By Aiden
Aug. 27, 2017, 11 p.m.(2/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
You generosity continues to humble me. I will make sure the craftsmanship captures his likeness.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 25, 2017, 10:57 a.m.(2/3/1007 AR)
An interesting turn of events for those scouting for a sanctuary...
Written By Aiden
Aug. 24, 2017, 2:10 p.m.(2/1/1007 AR)
People accept that my brother is rash. They've seen his temper, I've bared it myself - rightfully earned. He is a combative spirit, he is the Paladin of Gloria, he needs all that fire burning inside to do what he needs to do. They like him and love him for it. Or maybe they don't. But they understand him and get him for it.
When it comes to me on the other hand, maybe they don't understand me and it makes it harder to accept an intent to defend myself when for so long, I never knew how. I know I'm not a warrior, in the traditional sense. I've had to face a lot of things in the past seven months that I've never had to face before. I'm still discovering how to best handle it, because before Arx, I had birds. They seemed to me, my only true friends in the world.
I've always been the odd one out in the family, and it's been hard to accept that. I grew up without true friends, and I am not speaking of cousins and kin who are blood, but friends... people without the shared name. Instead, my friends were of the feathered variety.
So when I made friends in Arx, it was a first for me. It meant the world to me that people from all walks of life, would consider me a person of merit to behold a friendship with - not because of my title, but because of me. Who I was.
The Radiant Selene was one of the first to greet me in the city and welcome me in. And every friendship or acquaintance after that, has been just as important to me. But sometimes, I forget, people aren't birds - they aren't so simple to understand. And still, I think many people assume a Grayson Prince comes with armloads of friends in tow and knows how to appropriately grow and foster those friendships.
That was never true for me.
I have been growing so much since my first step into the city. Every friendship I've held dear has meant the world to me. When Merek Black presented me a turtledove statue he crafted himself, I was so touched I strived hard to repay his kindness, supported him at every juncture for every task he sent missives to me about. I brought him a pie and wine one day at his shop. I remember that instance and it brings a smile to my face to think we shared a quiet moment as friends. So it was a great shock to hear him declare that I wished to cause a massacre over land claims.
My reactions, in condemning him, were again from the struggle inside with gaining recognition with Limerance, and my pain for feeling the rupture of trust and the dismantling of friendship before me. Misrepresented, I felt betrayed. Apparently I cannot cram a lifetime of learning how to be a friend into eleven months in Arx.
Though just because I lose a few feathers in trying to fledge out of a sheltered childhood, doesn't mean that I still cannot fly and reach a better me.
Grant me time to prove I can learn to fly after tumbling to the ground after my attempts. I'm sure most have tripped up one or twice in their life. I am just like you.
And Merek, I appreciate your apology - it was never about social class. My closest friends and my present lover, came from the same walks of life that you have. I do not hate you and we all must live by the choices we make.
When it comes to me on the other hand, maybe they don't understand me and it makes it harder to accept an intent to defend myself when for so long, I never knew how. I know I'm not a warrior, in the traditional sense. I've had to face a lot of things in the past seven months that I've never had to face before. I'm still discovering how to best handle it, because before Arx, I had birds. They seemed to me, my only true friends in the world.
I've always been the odd one out in the family, and it's been hard to accept that. I grew up without true friends, and I am not speaking of cousins and kin who are blood, but friends... people without the shared name. Instead, my friends were of the feathered variety.
So when I made friends in Arx, it was a first for me. It meant the world to me that people from all walks of life, would consider me a person of merit to behold a friendship with - not because of my title, but because of me. Who I was.
The Radiant Selene was one of the first to greet me in the city and welcome me in. And every friendship or acquaintance after that, has been just as important to me. But sometimes, I forget, people aren't birds - they aren't so simple to understand. And still, I think many people assume a Grayson Prince comes with armloads of friends in tow and knows how to appropriately grow and foster those friendships.
That was never true for me.
I have been growing so much since my first step into the city. Every friendship I've held dear has meant the world to me. When Merek Black presented me a turtledove statue he crafted himself, I was so touched I strived hard to repay his kindness, supported him at every juncture for every task he sent missives to me about. I brought him a pie and wine one day at his shop. I remember that instance and it brings a smile to my face to think we shared a quiet moment as friends. So it was a great shock to hear him declare that I wished to cause a massacre over land claims.
My reactions, in condemning him, were again from the struggle inside with gaining recognition with Limerance, and my pain for feeling the rupture of trust and the dismantling of friendship before me. Misrepresented, I felt betrayed. Apparently I cannot cram a lifetime of learning how to be a friend into eleven months in Arx.
Though just because I lose a few feathers in trying to fledge out of a sheltered childhood, doesn't mean that I still cannot fly and reach a better me.
Grant me time to prove I can learn to fly after tumbling to the ground after my attempts. I'm sure most have tripped up one or twice in their life. I am just like you.
And Merek, I appreciate your apology - it was never about social class. My closest friends and my present lover, came from the same walks of life that you have. I do not hate you and we all must live by the choices we make.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 22, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
After all the support I've given you, after all the gratitude I have shown you... this is how you repay me?
I shall not call you friend henceforth - you have broken my heart.
I shall not call you friend henceforth - you have broken my heart.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:40 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Goodbye Prince Dominic. You gave me a chance, taught me of Thraxian ways on deck...
I will honor you, with every ship sailed.
Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake.
I will honor you, with every ship sailed.
Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 19, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
You named me Officer General... of the Isles Canines.
But I wasn't there when you needed it... I hadn't known you had gone out!
My deepest regrets comes from the loss of those I could do nothing to prevent...
This is why I have to keep fighting Prince Dominic, so we can prevent the tragic ends such as yours.
But I wasn't there when you needed it... I hadn't known you had gone out!
My deepest regrets comes from the loss of those I could do nothing to prevent...
This is why I have to keep fighting Prince Dominic, so we can prevent the tragic ends such as yours.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 16, 2017, 3:48 a.m.(1/12/1007 AR)
I survived shaking hands with Mangata... Although I think I'll be in bed for a week.
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