Written By Mirk
Jan. 4, 2020, 7:52 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
High Shaman Drea Redrain. Vala Khanne Halfshav. Lord Danvir Ravenseye. Duke Kaldur Crovane. Lord Jyri Whitehawk. Baroness Acantha Clearlake. Lord Vano Rivenshari. Leonaess Valeux. Lady Mikani Crovane. Duchess Fianna Crovane.
These are my people, the Spirit Walkers. I might be on a different path than some of them, but I will always remember the fellowship I shared with them at the Stone Grove, their earnest efforts to heal what had withered: Lord Jyri clearing those plants that had died, cutting away so that new life could come forth. Others planting seeds to replace what was lost. The ringing of the bells, strung up in the High Shaman's rituals so many months ago now. Lady Mikani and Lady Fianna on their first outings as Spirit Walkers, becoming one of us in their deeds as much as their words. And, of course, the prayers and the offerings, each shaman asking for the aid of the spirits so that the Grove might be green once more.
There are smaller moments, I'm sure, contributions to the whole that I missed because I was occupied elsewhere at that moment, but I like to think that I have a memory of each of you to carry forwards.
The rest of the Spirit Walkers, those of you who were not present for the planning or the rituals: You still helped. Your efforts have built the support and the connections that made this day possible.
Archlector Brigida of Petrichor. Archscholar Sina Godsworn. Duke Aiden Rubino. Sister Sophie Valardin.
Each one brought the blessings and the wisdom of the Pantheon to the Stone Grove, in their own fashion. Some through their prayers, some through the work of their own hands. We found common ground with the Faith of the Pantheon here, for the Stone Grove is sacred to both shaman and Godsworn, and together we accomplished something beautiful.
Prince Darren Redrain. Vincenzo Villente. Petal Penrose. Cillian Weatherwood.
Neither Spirit Walker nor representative of the Faith, still you made your presence felt at the Stone Grove. Your reasons are different, as each of you came to this effort from different perspectives. Whatever your reasons, you still supported us. Your contributions will be remembered.
Thank you all.
These are my people, the Spirit Walkers. I might be on a different path than some of them, but I will always remember the fellowship I shared with them at the Stone Grove, their earnest efforts to heal what had withered: Lord Jyri clearing those plants that had died, cutting away so that new life could come forth. Others planting seeds to replace what was lost. The ringing of the bells, strung up in the High Shaman's rituals so many months ago now. Lady Mikani and Lady Fianna on their first outings as Spirit Walkers, becoming one of us in their deeds as much as their words. And, of course, the prayers and the offerings, each shaman asking for the aid of the spirits so that the Grove might be green once more.
There are smaller moments, I'm sure, contributions to the whole that I missed because I was occupied elsewhere at that moment, but I like to think that I have a memory of each of you to carry forwards.
The rest of the Spirit Walkers, those of you who were not present for the planning or the rituals: You still helped. Your efforts have built the support and the connections that made this day possible.
Archlector Brigida of Petrichor. Archscholar Sina Godsworn. Duke Aiden Rubino. Sister Sophie Valardin.
Each one brought the blessings and the wisdom of the Pantheon to the Stone Grove, in their own fashion. Some through their prayers, some through the work of their own hands. We found common ground with the Faith of the Pantheon here, for the Stone Grove is sacred to both shaman and Godsworn, and together we accomplished something beautiful.
Prince Darren Redrain. Vincenzo Villente. Petal Penrose. Cillian Weatherwood.
Neither Spirit Walker nor representative of the Faith, still you made your presence felt at the Stone Grove. Your reasons are different, as each of you came to this effort from different perspectives. Whatever your reasons, you still supported us. Your contributions will be remembered.
Thank you all.
Written By Martino
Jan. 4, 2020, 5:19 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
No less than three members of the family said they would prefer to sail than carriage to Southport for a family gathering - you would think we were a family of sailors.
Well some are. Maybe just them. If we do I am taking wine, Stones and asking to be blessed with great patience.
Well some are. Maybe just them. If we do I am taking wine, Stones and asking to be blessed with great patience.
Written By Emele
Jan. 4, 2020, 4:31 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
I should never have eaten that Crownlander Rarebit before bed. All that cheese is not good for the dreams. But it seems I'm not the only one to be giving crows odd looks this morning.
Still! I've sold quite a bit since I set up shop, Scholar, and have several more pieces on the go. I also had a painting commissioned, which was nice, and the prospect of a few more as well. I can't help but feel that this is something of the calm before the storm, though; I can feel something looming, and it's not just the weight of summer.
Still! I've sold quite a bit since I set up shop, Scholar, and have several more pieces on the go. I also had a painting commissioned, which was nice, and the prospect of a few more as well. I can't help but feel that this is something of the calm before the storm, though; I can feel something looming, and it's not just the weight of summer.
Written By Jeffeth
Jan. 4, 2020, 12:19 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
Seems a lot of people have been hearing strange sorts of things involving crows. I'd like to help, if I can. If you're one such person, please write to me, let's speak soon.
Written By Calandra
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:37 p.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
Perhaps I should be relieved to know others share this strange dream of children singing and birds black as night, to know I am not the only one after reading the whites. But it's that very fact that troubles me so. Crows, songs, dreams. All such ominous conduits for greater things. Worse yet is how it sticks to the mind, those lyrics, that rhythm. I fear to sing it, even hum it, despite how desperately it tries to sit at the forefront of my thoughts. Whatever lay behind it shall not come of my voice.
Written By Ignacio
Jan. 3, 2020, 7:55 p.m.(7/1/1012 AR)
A brief encounter with Legate Bianca Wyrmguard and her young protégé, Verity Locke, has had me thinking of late. Startling, I know, but it does happen on occasion. Perhaps we should pay a call on the Legate soon, Cadenza and I.
There's much I would like to know more about, which a scholar of her eminence might be able to illuminate.
There are these -- dreams, as well. Those, at the least, are not new to us, though the content of them does change.
There's much I would like to know more about, which a scholar of her eminence might be able to illuminate.
There are these -- dreams, as well. Those, at the least, are not new to us, though the content of them does change.
Written By Esme
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:26 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Do you feel it? It ripples on the air all around us. We breathe it in every moment. We feel it. It lies upon our skin. It whispers in our ears. It delights in our soul.
Hope.
Love.
Honor.
Truth.
These are all the things that run through what we are. I have had a discussion regarding art with someone this week. They spoke of a kneeled character in the deepest part of grief. When I saw it, it was not the grief I saw. It was the hope. There was more. We all suffer loss. We all suffer pain, but it is not the end of things. Perhaps what we wanted cannot and will not now be achieved. We can mourn it, but please do not get lost in it.
We have all made decisions that we feel the remorse of it and wince at the outcome of them. They are the thoughts and memories that linger with us when we are alone. I just want you to know, that you are so loved. You are loved by the Gods that want to guide your path. They want to have you feel that redemption of your soul and your life. In the darkest of times, there are always pinpoints of light. We need only focus upon them. We need to focus and transcend our grief.
No one has ever found the path to walk if they were looking where they have already come from. It is spring. It is time to confess what we have held for so long. That dark thing that holds us back and holds to our heart. Confess them in your prayers. Ask for forgiveness for them. Move forwards not as victims, but as strong suppliers of honor. Then release them. Release those that have hurt you. Release those that you have hurt. Release yourself from shame and remorse. Put your feet upon the stones of your path and walk. Walk forward.
You are no longer who you were a moment ago. We are ever changing and striding. Please stride forward. If you wish to be better, than choose that. Choose it right now. Choose love. Choose honor. Choose conviction. People will see the change for we must not stand static. We must evolve. We must walk our beautiful paths.
Do not doubt. Your path is beautiful. Your decisions are yours. You are to be honored. Always.
Hope.
Love.
Honor.
Truth.
These are all the things that run through what we are. I have had a discussion regarding art with someone this week. They spoke of a kneeled character in the deepest part of grief. When I saw it, it was not the grief I saw. It was the hope. There was more. We all suffer loss. We all suffer pain, but it is not the end of things. Perhaps what we wanted cannot and will not now be achieved. We can mourn it, but please do not get lost in it.
We have all made decisions that we feel the remorse of it and wince at the outcome of them. They are the thoughts and memories that linger with us when we are alone. I just want you to know, that you are so loved. You are loved by the Gods that want to guide your path. They want to have you feel that redemption of your soul and your life. In the darkest of times, there are always pinpoints of light. We need only focus upon them. We need to focus and transcend our grief.
No one has ever found the path to walk if they were looking where they have already come from. It is spring. It is time to confess what we have held for so long. That dark thing that holds us back and holds to our heart. Confess them in your prayers. Ask for forgiveness for them. Move forwards not as victims, but as strong suppliers of honor. Then release them. Release those that have hurt you. Release those that you have hurt. Release yourself from shame and remorse. Put your feet upon the stones of your path and walk. Walk forward.
You are no longer who you were a moment ago. We are ever changing and striding. Please stride forward. If you wish to be better, than choose that. Choose it right now. Choose love. Choose honor. Choose conviction. People will see the change for we must not stand static. We must evolve. We must walk our beautiful paths.
Do not doubt. Your path is beautiful. Your decisions are yours. You are to be honored. Always.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:05 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Korka
No amount of drink is enough to wash away some memories, but I'm ever open to the attempt.
Written By Elrych
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:04 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Anabelle
I'm so glad I came back to Arx, because you were here. Friends since childhood, we only now know we were meant for each other. I've always loved you, but I'm so happy to be in love with you. I'm ready for our journy and look forward to the day I can call you my wife.
Written By Jules
Jan. 3, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I don't often feel as though I can take a celebratory night and just remove all thoughts of serving but I have had the opportunity this weekand. I would dare say I well deserved it!
Written By Kedehern
Jan. 3, 2020, 2:54 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
It feels wonderful to finally be married, rather than betrothed. The ceremony took place in Oakhaven, and now we're taking a short trip to the family home in Artshall and the surrounding lands to celebrate, passing through Duskshire on our way.
Written By Turo
Jan. 3, 2020, 2:44 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
There is almost nothing I like more than seeing a fleet of newly-built ships hitting the water. Gods, but it gets the blood pumping.
Written By Raya
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:32 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I came to the Archives to record an odd dream of mine for posterity. The strange song, a child’s rhythm twisted to the macabre. A dark tale of death and liars. The crows. My thoughts, even waking days later, are haunted by the crows.
It seems, as I read through the recent entries, I am far from the only one.
What does it mean, I wonder? I do not know, but I record this for Vellichor. And for Jayus, to whom I have always prayed on my dreams. There is power in them, even if we do not immediately understand them, and I shall think on this one much longer than a night.
It seems, as I read through the recent entries, I am far from the only one.
What does it mean, I wonder? I do not know, but I record this for Vellichor. And for Jayus, to whom I have always prayed on my dreams. There is power in them, even if we do not immediately understand them, and I shall think on this one much longer than a night.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:23 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
My son, Idris, wants to be a Templar. Maybe I told him too many stories about Armel. Soph thinks he should join the Knights of Solace instead. I'd be proud of him in either, fighting for what's right against the forces of darkness.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:22 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
She's steel under silk. I respect that. Even if she dresses too fancy and has an entourage of 'cute pets.' We always need those who can cure the shit I can't patch and sew up. And I promised to screw up that which took her husband. We got that in common..
Written By Gaston
Jan. 3, 2020, 10:53 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
For the first time in a couple of weeks, I actually slept well for once. I suppose that's the work of a healing touch.
Seems a shame so many folk are so restless now, though.
Seems a shame so many folk are so restless now, though.
Written By Talwyn
Jan. 3, 2020, 10:43 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Taken myself to venture out to some of the taverns and places where there it is quieter to watch people in their most natural state. A keen favourite has been to sit myself in the beautiful Painted Muse and watch the reactions of some as they go from painting to painting.
Written By Talwyn
Jan. 3, 2020, 10:40 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
For those that may have a song in your head, imagine being the bard! Those notes feed on us for longer before made public. It is why if you come across me in someplace quiet I am usually humming a low tune. Trying to find something new to replace it.
Written By Sina
Jan. 3, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Sometimes, when we hear about the deeds of heroes, we do not often hear the entire story. Often, there are heroes who have no name, because none think to ask the name of the innkeeper who guides with information or who provids shelter for a night. None think to ask the names of the villagers passed along the way, or the guardsmen at the gates who stand watch against the night.
Today, I write the story of Ben, the guardsman of the village known as Rocawan. Though he was afraid, he led us to a place where the Butcher's presence could be felt most keenly, where a gallery of beautiful murals created in Jayus' name were defiled. We do not know much about Ben, other than that he was a faithful guardsman, and mentioned that he should have joined the Faith, after finding himself inspired by Sister Dianna. Perhaps he might have joined, had he lived. But his life was lost as he was to come in search of me and alert the village of danger. Yet another life, hopeful and bright, snuffed out by the Butcher. Marquis Fairen Leary, too, was badly injured.
We will bring justice, in the end. Soon. In the meantime, may the Queen of Endings shelter poor Ben within her arms, and let his deeds never be forgotten.
Today, I write the story of Ben, the guardsman of the village known as Rocawan. Though he was afraid, he led us to a place where the Butcher's presence could be felt most keenly, where a gallery of beautiful murals created in Jayus' name were defiled. We do not know much about Ben, other than that he was a faithful guardsman, and mentioned that he should have joined the Faith, after finding himself inspired by Sister Dianna. Perhaps he might have joined, had he lived. But his life was lost as he was to come in search of me and alert the village of danger. Yet another life, hopeful and bright, snuffed out by the Butcher. Marquis Fairen Leary, too, was badly injured.
We will bring justice, in the end. Soon. In the meantime, may the Queen of Endings shelter poor Ben within her arms, and let his deeds never be forgotten.
Written By Ophelia
Jan. 3, 2020, 8:45 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I have my eyes on you, crow.
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