Written By Sylvi
Jan. 14, 2020, 6:48 p.m.(7/23/1012 AR)
The Queen of Endings and Beginnings is a relatively newly discovered enigma in the Pantheon. So many simply call her death but she is so much more than that. As part of my next stop on my pilgrimage, I made my way to this place and there I met with Archlector Hamish. There we discussed the nature of Her ways, that with every ending comes a new beginning. I was also told that as I make my journey and end this chapter of my life and enter the next to hopefully soon swear my vows to the gods themselves, she will be paying extra close attention to me. I only hope that the book of my life is one worth reading.
I would also greatly appreciate if the scholars did not misplace this one, I swear. The last was so beautiful but I cannot recapture those old thoughts.
I would also greatly appreciate if the scholars did not misplace this one, I swear. The last was so beautiful but I cannot recapture those old thoughts.
Written By Philippe
Jan. 14, 2020, 2:15 p.m.(7/23/1012 AR)
I believe that I may have brokered enough support for the castle initiative at long last. The newfound aid of Theophania should have secured enough capital to begin the final stages of pre-construction. As the castle begins, my mind seeks new horizons. We should build up the western coast to improve the shipping lanes, connecting a port with the Great Road so that we can take advantage of the northern rivers. I have also considered proposing a canal initiative that would follow the river from Duskshire south around Acorn Hill to ease westbound trade. Clearly, more research would be needed, but the region could greatly benefit. But first -- the castle.
Written By Ashur
Jan. 14, 2020, 9:53 a.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
The Templar and The Inquisitor, A Short Fable
Once upon a time, peaceful city-dwellers emerged from the walls to mingle among those familiar with the wilds, a sociable occasion pledged in worship of Petrichor, a time of fun and fellowship in sowing the earth. When such beauty and goodness assembles, what can the enemy do but attack? The bitter forces of human politicking, armed and mounted, violent and cruel without regard to decency and kindness... they came charging to the fields: a brutal assault on life and liberty.
Those assembled rose to meet foul foe's charge with the enthusiasm of right against wrong, and the enemy was soundly defeated. Some were cut down, wounded too badly to continue, while others ran, shot in their arsecheeks, and others... well, they surrendered, for many of the good and peaceful city-dwellers had wonderful words of truth in their arsenal.
One of those who surrendered was the leader of the enemy force. And into her throat twisted the blade of an overzealous Templar, one of the heroes of our fable. In her glee to embody Gloria's valor, she sullied her honor and her blade with the blood of a surrendered opponent. They had broken the holy peace of sanctuary, and she would afford them no mercy.
She was called out by her brighter fellows, a brave healer, a grumpy old man with scathing wit, and the others gathered who saw the righteous sun become a tyrant for a day. As it is in summer's heat.
The sad failure of a Templar understood her mistake. She keened with tears and slipped away.
Among those who remained was an Inquisitor, who commanded confessors with sharp efficiency to gather those injured among the foe for questioning. What particularly terrible strain of human politicking had caused the hubbub that day? She planned to find out, and to do so with ruthless speed.
Behind the Inquisitor, covered by a cloak, lay the duchess whom she had tried to protect. This Duchess was injured very badly, and could not stand or move, but the Inquisitor remained active with confidence and verve despite her failure. She finished her work without a single dash of angst, and brought her wounded charge and her lordly date back to the safety of the walls.
The moral of this fable is one I understand perhaps better than most. I have made both the first and second mistakes in the past.
The first mistake, no matter how shattering. Crushing! RUINING. Is the first mistake. A second mistake can easily be made on the heels of the first, and that is defeat in the face of one's personal failure. The second mistake can be even more shattering, because it often prevents necessary reparations. It can stymie the right that one might do after the wrong.
Mistakes must be acknowledged, and learned from, but they cannot be allowed to defeat us.
Once upon a time, peaceful city-dwellers emerged from the walls to mingle among those familiar with the wilds, a sociable occasion pledged in worship of Petrichor, a time of fun and fellowship in sowing the earth. When such beauty and goodness assembles, what can the enemy do but attack? The bitter forces of human politicking, armed and mounted, violent and cruel without regard to decency and kindness... they came charging to the fields: a brutal assault on life and liberty.
Those assembled rose to meet foul foe's charge with the enthusiasm of right against wrong, and the enemy was soundly defeated. Some were cut down, wounded too badly to continue, while others ran, shot in their arsecheeks, and others... well, they surrendered, for many of the good and peaceful city-dwellers had wonderful words of truth in their arsenal.
One of those who surrendered was the leader of the enemy force. And into her throat twisted the blade of an overzealous Templar, one of the heroes of our fable. In her glee to embody Gloria's valor, she sullied her honor and her blade with the blood of a surrendered opponent. They had broken the holy peace of sanctuary, and she would afford them no mercy.
She was called out by her brighter fellows, a brave healer, a grumpy old man with scathing wit, and the others gathered who saw the righteous sun become a tyrant for a day. As it is in summer's heat.
The sad failure of a Templar understood her mistake. She keened with tears and slipped away.
Among those who remained was an Inquisitor, who commanded confessors with sharp efficiency to gather those injured among the foe for questioning. What particularly terrible strain of human politicking had caused the hubbub that day? She planned to find out, and to do so with ruthless speed.
Behind the Inquisitor, covered by a cloak, lay the duchess whom she had tried to protect. This Duchess was injured very badly, and could not stand or move, but the Inquisitor remained active with confidence and verve despite her failure. She finished her work without a single dash of angst, and brought her wounded charge and her lordly date back to the safety of the walls.
The moral of this fable is one I understand perhaps better than most. I have made both the first and second mistakes in the past.
The first mistake, no matter how shattering. Crushing! RUINING. Is the first mistake. A second mistake can easily be made on the heels of the first, and that is defeat in the face of one's personal failure. The second mistake can be even more shattering, because it often prevents necessary reparations. It can stymie the right that one might do after the wrong.
Mistakes must be acknowledged, and learned from, but they cannot be allowed to defeat us.
Written By Jael
Jan. 14, 2020, 9 a.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
My thanks to everyone who provided my brother with gifts to shower on little Nora Woode. It was in fact more of a deluge. I'm sure she is thankful as well, based on the amount of drool she produced.
Written By Enri
Jan. 14, 2020, 8:50 a.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
Slavers attacking the Lodge. You'd think people would know better than act like reckless heretics.
I find some comfort in that the Compact is served with people both competent to make them see just how foolish would be to carry on with their attack and to strike down those who just can't seem to listen to reason.
This should also serve as a warning for us. Our enemies are still threatening our freedom and we cannot rest until all of the Compact is able to relish in Skald's gift to humanity.
I find some comfort in that the Compact is served with people both competent to make them see just how foolish would be to carry on with their attack and to strike down those who just can't seem to listen to reason.
This should also serve as a warning for us. Our enemies are still threatening our freedom and we cannot rest until all of the Compact is able to relish in Skald's gift to humanity.
Written By Preston
Jan. 14, 2020, 4:58 a.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
One should always hope for the best, but never blindly assume that the best will be the outcome. You must always, even as you strive for that best, mitigate against the risks of the worst. You do not want to leap for the Gods, only to plunge into the Abyss.
Written By Sina
Jan. 14, 2020, 1:18 a.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
It was a pleasure to host the gathering at the Vellichorian Academy today. It was an excellent turnout, and I hope some were able to walk away with greater knowledge. More will be hosted in the future, hopefully.
Written By Sunaia
Jan. 14, 2020, 1:17 a.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
A reminder:
Make sure that names are stated as names, just in case the Scholars don't realize they are.
Make sure that names are stated as names, just in case the Scholars don't realize they are.
Written By Jules
Jan. 13, 2020, 11:56 p.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
Grayson certainly has delightful princesses. They are social and never rude in spite of how varied they are. I may not be close with them but I still see their kindness and generosity.
Written By Sabella
Jan. 13, 2020, 11:44 p.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
Let me preface this statement by saying that I am fine, but that if someone had told me there would be worms in the dirt at the Lodge of Petrichor planting I might have reconsidering my decision to attend!
What was at first a horrifying encounter with nature turned even more awful when a band of--I don't even know what they were, but they were violent!--Shavs turned up and threatened to kill and-or enslave everyone gathered to displace the worms and plant some flowers. Besides being exceedingly rude it was rather terrifying and despite my demands for them to lay down their weapons--of which a few did!--some arrows still found their mark. I attempted a last intervention to both appeal to their humanity and also to serve as a distraction so that the wounded could be tended to without further injury and ended up being shot with an arrow myself!
Gentle reader, it is not an experience I would recommend! It certainly changed my viewpoint on everything for I went from standing on a bench to laying on my back looking up at the sky. And the pain! It didn't exactly compare to childbirth, which is still the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me that also made me break one of my husband's fingers, but it was certainly an experience I never want to have again and likely will remember two years from now and will choose not to get shot by an arrow again!
I truly hope that Elizabetta knows a way to get blood out of lace! I would hate to have to replace my new dress so soon after debuting it! I don't quite remember how I got home, but I do believe Master Cillian is to be thanked and of course Sir Merek for ensuring that I would get better rather than worse and for everyone that was there that protected those of us that fought only with words. They weren't quite enough this time.
But they surely will be next time!
What was at first a horrifying encounter with nature turned even more awful when a band of--I don't even know what they were, but they were violent!--Shavs turned up and threatened to kill and-or enslave everyone gathered to displace the worms and plant some flowers. Besides being exceedingly rude it was rather terrifying and despite my demands for them to lay down their weapons--of which a few did!--some arrows still found their mark. I attempted a last intervention to both appeal to their humanity and also to serve as a distraction so that the wounded could be tended to without further injury and ended up being shot with an arrow myself!
Gentle reader, it is not an experience I would recommend! It certainly changed my viewpoint on everything for I went from standing on a bench to laying on my back looking up at the sky. And the pain! It didn't exactly compare to childbirth, which is still the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me that also made me break one of my husband's fingers, but it was certainly an experience I never want to have again and likely will remember two years from now and will choose not to get shot by an arrow again!
I truly hope that Elizabetta knows a way to get blood out of lace! I would hate to have to replace my new dress so soon after debuting it! I don't quite remember how I got home, but I do believe Master Cillian is to be thanked and of course Sir Merek for ensuring that I would get better rather than worse and for everyone that was there that protected those of us that fought only with words. They weren't quite enough this time.
But they surely will be next time!
Written By Juliette
Jan. 13, 2020, 10:53 p.m.(7/22/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Celeste
My new, and first, Patron. I shall endeavor to do you and your family proud in all my dealings. Thank you for meeting with me and giving me this opportunity.
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 13, 2020, 2:07 p.m.(7/21/1012 AR)
Cats make for excellent companions while on the seas. Many sailors will refuse to leave port, in fact, if there are no cats aboard. Part superstition, part practicality. Few are as skilled in hunting down rodents.
Sailors are also very protective of their ship's cats, to a degree that has always surprised mainlanders. Best to be polite with them, unless you wish the whole crew to seek revenge.
Sailors are also very protective of their ship's cats, to a degree that has always surprised mainlanders. Best to be polite with them, unless you wish the whole crew to seek revenge.
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 13, 2020, 1:49 p.m.(7/21/1012 AR)
It seems a lot has changed while I was gone and a lot more is to change.
It'll no doubt take me days to catch up, yet in that time it'll be good to meet with others whom I've not spoken to for too long.
I should also take the time to grow more familiar with local weaponsmiths. A dagger of alaricite is not something I ever expected to own, but it'll no doubt prove useful next time I'm swallowed up by some accursed beast.
It'll no doubt take me days to catch up, yet in that time it'll be good to meet with others whom I've not spoken to for too long.
I should also take the time to grow more familiar with local weaponsmiths. A dagger of alaricite is not something I ever expected to own, but it'll no doubt prove useful next time I'm swallowed up by some accursed beast.
Written By Strozza
Jan. 13, 2020, 11:49 a.m.(7/21/1012 AR)
I wonder if I should have Punch made by the barrel and sold, I'm sure Kuhlai would be overjoyed if using his recipe. I suppose I shall have to invest to acquire a winery of sorts then, at least by my reckoning. It would be the most likely route to go about this.
Written By Isidora
Jan. 13, 2020, 11:24 a.m.(7/21/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
I have been given the greatest honor by Lagoma through her servant my cousin Sophie. She has made me her Hand in the Mercies and I am honored to help her as she walks her path and help those other Mercies as they learn to heal and learn to be agents of holy change. I do not usually gush yet this honor I am finding hard to come at with my usual stoic grace. I can only hope that my family understands this outburst.
Written By Sina
Jan. 13, 2020, 8:37 a.m.(7/20/1012 AR)
One of the most rewarding things I have found about becoming Archscholar is that I am able to help others. When I am able to help others in their journey, I feel as though all is right in the world, and that I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Then there are other times, when I learn that I have been in the dark about a great many things, until someone opens my eyes to the blinding truth of a situation. I wonder to myself, how could I have known nothing about this? This thing is huge, and impactful. How could I have been so blind?
I have had both experiences in a single day. I am going to need some time to think about these things.
Then there are other times, when I learn that I have been in the dark about a great many things, until someone opens my eyes to the blinding truth of a situation. I wonder to myself, how could I have known nothing about this? This thing is huge, and impactful. How could I have been so blind?
I have had both experiences in a single day. I am going to need some time to think about these things.
Written By Gaston
Jan. 13, 2020, 8:04 a.m.(7/20/1012 AR)
Sometimes you have to stop and take an account of where you are...and who you have become.
I've been in Arx for years now, but how many of those have been years in which the path I tread was the right one, I don't know.
Having discovered what truly makes me happy -- and the things and people who truly hold value to me -- I look down at the one I walk now and...for the life of me, can't help but wonder how I got started in the first place, and whether it's really worth what I surrendered.
I've been in Arx for years now, but how many of those have been years in which the path I tread was the right one, I don't know.
Having discovered what truly makes me happy -- and the things and people who truly hold value to me -- I look down at the one I walk now and...for the life of me, can't help but wonder how I got started in the first place, and whether it's really worth what I surrendered.
Written By Cadern
Jan. 12, 2020, 10:33 p.m.(7/20/1012 AR)
Well it should make for an interesting summer. For once I'll have to try and do the things these people write stories about. Thankfully I have good friends. But it's going to be a difficult challenge I think to piece together bits and parts. But if it will help keep Eilonwy safe I can't begrudge any effort in it. That becomes the most important thing. Especially if she wants a wedding with people... We'll have to keep it small but it should make for an enjoyable event at the least.
Written By Maja
Jan. 12, 2020, 10:14 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Chance meetings are sometimes sour, sometimes good but almost always intriguing in some way.
I came across someone in the botanical gardens. We shared some laughs, shared some pain. Despite the vast difference in our stations, I identified with the worry that seems to weigh so heavily on his shoulders.
We are, in the end, all the same, aren't we?
I came across someone in the botanical gardens. We shared some laughs, shared some pain. Despite the vast difference in our stations, I identified with the worry that seems to weigh so heavily on his shoulders.
We are, in the end, all the same, aren't we?
Written By Ryhalt
Jan. 12, 2020, 10:08 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Some people are natural merchants, the rest are not. Most will never get the concept of seeking what another needs and finding a way to fulfill it is very exciting, preferring to prioritize themselves instead. That is not a criticism that they are selfish as there is nothing intrinsically wrong with bettering oneself. Making a business relationship with one is difficult as they don't understand the merchant is seeking to get both sides of the exchange happy, that surely you are just out for yourself, too, in a competition to get the most happy.
That is the oddest and most disconcerting accusation I've heard this week, that it is actually wrong to want the best outcome for both sides, that one side or the other must lose. As far as I'm concerned, that is bad business. This is why some deals fall through in the negotiation phase: it's bad business.
That is the oddest and most disconcerting accusation I've heard this week, that it is actually wrong to want the best outcome for both sides, that one side or the other must lose. As far as I'm concerned, that is bad business. This is why some deals fall through in the negotiation phase: it's bad business.
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