Written By Reese
Feb. 26, 2017, 6:39 a.m.(12/27/1005 AR)
I am going to the gala with Prince Luca.
He bet that if he won our spar I would be his date for the gala and I bet that if I won he would wear something with a griffin upon it to the gala.
He won. I consider it kind of victory that is wasn't clear who was going to win for several rounds. Against Prince Nimble that is more than I expected.
I threatened him with wearing my steel plate to the gala, but he didn't seem phased by that. It probably would hurt if I stepped on his toes in all that metal and I don't know how to dance, so maybe he should be more worried.
Although Princess Lark loaned me a dress. One that Myrinda Grayhope made so maybe this toes won't get stomped too hard and it is very shiny!
He bet that if he won our spar I would be his date for the gala and I bet that if I won he would wear something with a griffin upon it to the gala.
He won. I consider it kind of victory that is wasn't clear who was going to win for several rounds. Against Prince Nimble that is more than I expected.
I threatened him with wearing my steel plate to the gala, but he didn't seem phased by that. It probably would hurt if I stepped on his toes in all that metal and I don't know how to dance, so maybe he should be more worried.
Although Princess Lark loaned me a dress. One that Myrinda Grayhope made so maybe this toes won't get stomped too hard and it is very shiny!
Written By Reese
Feb. 25, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(12/26/1005 AR)
Lord Luis,
I read your last Journal. I apologize that my poem was vague.
It is with a heavy heart and great sorrow that I report the passing of Lady Lili Bisland and Lady Sarielle Bisland.
They perished together in the Gray Forest trying to find their parents.
Princess Reese
I read your last Journal. I apologize that my poem was vague.
It is with a heavy heart and great sorrow that I report the passing of Lady Lili Bisland and Lady Sarielle Bisland.
They perished together in the Gray Forest trying to find their parents.
Princess Reese
Written By Reese
Feb. 25, 2017, 7:13 a.m.(12/25/1005 AR)
A Farewell Lament For the Bisland Blooms
The grief of a sister and the echo of a whisper.
Two flowers blooming, petals heated red. One stayed in meadow and one was wed.
The Lily bloomed in art and a hope toward healing.The Rose bloomed duty that became true feeling.
The loss of a love brought her back to Bisland. The heart of devotion kept them hand in hand.
Two flowers tread with petals heated red. The grief of a sister and the echo of a whisper.
One sister, steel taut in her mourning. One Whisper, the Bisland meadow, adorning.
United, roots touching, yearning for their father. United, roots touching, yearning for their mother.
Hope in their hearts, the echo of a parent’s song. With the grace of a whisper, the widow’s grief is strong.
Two flowers wilting, petals heated red. Both dash into the forest, to their dread.
United, roots touching, yearning for their father. United, roots touching, yearning for their mother.
Two flowers withered, their petals just fumes. Brought by the bringers, the ashes of their blooms.
The love of a sister, the grace of a whisper
The echo, the agony, of the red petals. To the silence our mettle and metal
For the Grace of whisper and the love two sisters.
The grief of a sister and the echo of a whisper.
Two flowers blooming, petals heated red. One stayed in meadow and one was wed.
The Lily bloomed in art and a hope toward healing.The Rose bloomed duty that became true feeling.
The loss of a love brought her back to Bisland. The heart of devotion kept them hand in hand.
Two flowers tread with petals heated red. The grief of a sister and the echo of a whisper.
One sister, steel taut in her mourning. One Whisper, the Bisland meadow, adorning.
United, roots touching, yearning for their father. United, roots touching, yearning for their mother.
Hope in their hearts, the echo of a parent’s song. With the grace of a whisper, the widow’s grief is strong.
Two flowers wilting, petals heated red. Both dash into the forest, to their dread.
United, roots touching, yearning for their father. United, roots touching, yearning for their mother.
Two flowers withered, their petals just fumes. Brought by the bringers, the ashes of their blooms.
The love of a sister, the grace of a whisper
The echo, the agony, of the red petals. To the silence our mettle and metal
For the Grace of whisper and the love two sisters.
Written By Reese
Feb. 23, 2017, 6:24 a.m.(12/21/1005 AR)
The bittersweet of victory
She came from the ashes. With tears upon her lashes.
With adoring hot upon her gaze. Within the whiskey haze.
With sorrow upon heart. Together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Whiskey mountain reverie.
I said i would and said I should and I said I could.
The burden is on the blade. As it shall be weighed
A challenge was made. My challenge and my blade
First the words were why..why...
The why of tears on lashes. The why of embers in her ashes.
Nightfall in my pale arms. He cannot help his charms.
An apology expressed. An offense addressed.
For a man so idolized with her soft blue eyes.
With adoring flame of gaze. The heated whiskey haze
The sorrow in her heart. That together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Her memory. The Whiskey reverie
No love where heart not yearn. No lust where eyes not burn
The burden is on the blade. This duel was no true aid.
For my cousin of the soft blue gaze. Onto their grounds, I ablaze.
Before their mourning banners. A duel without the glamour
I had no anger and no pride. Standing mortified.
With the need to follow though. With the need to for a renew
For the offense I had made. To pray upon my blade.
To stand for my name, the Grayson name.
No blame, but my own blame.
To stand for the one I had claimed.
Not her blame, but my blame.
With a Duke’s bumble bees. Did, I strike, at the knees.
Sir Talen, the Dark Knight, I came ready to fight.
I came prepared for the pain. I came ready for the blame.
I came braced for a defeat. This win so bittersweet.
My head held high in shame. For his chest, I did aim.
Blow by blow we stood. I drew the red of his knighthood.
Crimson upon Laurent’s bees. A startled crowd did see
I came for defeat. A win so bittersweet
A hush over the crowd and then he said aloud
For Gloria this day is done. Let us cheer, for she has won.
Why would Gloria bring this euphoria
Upon a this girl who unawares championed upon bright tears
The apology was given and the offense now forgiven
The reason for this fight by the end upright
The blade bare blame not the one with her flames
Let golden one bare no shame.
Niccolo gave grace and honor with words, solo
Sir Talen did take the blade to give his Archduke his aid.
At risk time and time again to defend a domain and never to complain
To gloria who brought this euphoria. A win so bittersweet.
Let tears not wet her lashes. Let her rise from the ashes.
Let the whiskey mountain be a reverie in our memory.
She came from the ashes. With tears upon her lashes.
With adoring hot upon her gaze. Within the whiskey haze.
With sorrow upon heart. Together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Whiskey mountain reverie.
I said i would and said I should and I said I could.
The burden is on the blade. As it shall be weighed
A challenge was made. My challenge and my blade
First the words were why..why...
The why of tears on lashes. The why of embers in her ashes.
Nightfall in my pale arms. He cannot help his charms.
An apology expressed. An offense addressed.
For a man so idolized with her soft blue eyes.
With adoring flame of gaze. The heated whiskey haze
The sorrow in her heart. That together we fell apart
From a flame of memory. Her memory. The Whiskey reverie
No love where heart not yearn. No lust where eyes not burn
The burden is on the blade. This duel was no true aid.
For my cousin of the soft blue gaze. Onto their grounds, I ablaze.
Before their mourning banners. A duel without the glamour
I had no anger and no pride. Standing mortified.
With the need to follow though. With the need to for a renew
For the offense I had made. To pray upon my blade.
To stand for my name, the Grayson name.
No blame, but my own blame.
To stand for the one I had claimed.
Not her blame, but my blame.
With a Duke’s bumble bees. Did, I strike, at the knees.
Sir Talen, the Dark Knight, I came ready to fight.
I came prepared for the pain. I came ready for the blame.
I came braced for a defeat. This win so bittersweet.
My head held high in shame. For his chest, I did aim.
Blow by blow we stood. I drew the red of his knighthood.
Crimson upon Laurent’s bees. A startled crowd did see
I came for defeat. A win so bittersweet
A hush over the crowd and then he said aloud
For Gloria this day is done. Let us cheer, for she has won.
Why would Gloria bring this euphoria
Upon a this girl who unawares championed upon bright tears
The apology was given and the offense now forgiven
The reason for this fight by the end upright
The blade bare blame not the one with her flames
Let golden one bare no shame.
Niccolo gave grace and honor with words, solo
Sir Talen did take the blade to give his Archduke his aid.
At risk time and time again to defend a domain and never to complain
To gloria who brought this euphoria. A win so bittersweet.
Let tears not wet her lashes. Let her rise from the ashes.
Let the whiskey mountain be a reverie in our memory.
Written By Reese
Feb. 15, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(12/6/1005 AR)
I fought in the latest battle.
I lead a charge that went well.
I survived.
Nadia of the rose-gold did not.
I don't have a dress for her funeral.
But Lord Rook said he would find me one.
I wil miss her.
We will miss her.
Compact will miss her.
I wish there was no memorials.
I wish she lived.
But she did not.
And we must continue on.
The Bringers are coming.
I lead a charge that went well.
I survived.
Nadia of the rose-gold did not.
I don't have a dress for her funeral.
But Lord Rook said he would find me one.
I wil miss her.
We will miss her.
Compact will miss her.
I wish there was no memorials.
I wish she lived.
But she did not.
And we must continue on.
The Bringers are coming.
Written By Reese
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:57 p.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
I wrote Count Max personally, but I will post this here as well.
I apologize to the Thrax. I must leave remove myself from their battle.
It is with a heavy heart that I do so.
Compact, the Graysons and the Iron Guard need every single sword right now.
I can't leave my family at a time like this.
I apologize to the Thrax. I must leave remove myself from their battle.
It is with a heavy heart that I do so.
Compact, the Graysons and the Iron Guard need every single sword right now.
I can't leave my family at a time like this.
Written By Reese
Feb. 14, 2017, 11:20 a.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
Nadia, my cousin of rose-gold will be greatly missed by all who knew her, myself certainly included
Her beauty, wisdom and intelligence can never be replaced
And her sacrifice will never be forgotten.
She died so that others may yet live
Her beauty, wisdom and intelligence can never be replaced
And her sacrifice will never be forgotten.
She died so that others may yet live
Written By Reese
Feb. 12, 2017, 9:25 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
I am going with Duke Cristoph into the van of the battle.
Thank Gloria that I am recovered in time to still attend.
And to keep my word to him.
Thank Gloria that I am recovered in time to still attend.
And to keep my word to him.
Written By Reese
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
Dear Max,
You came to the aid of the Grayson's. Thank you.
That day we fought not only for the Grayson's, but for Compact.
I will come with you to fight with the Thrax.
I will fight with you as often as I can, until you feel your assistance has been repaid.
I cannot promise it will be every time.
My family needs my sword as well.
But your next bit battle, I am with you.
Thank you, Count Max.
I am sorry for the loss of your men.
But i know words are not enough.
Princess Reese
You came to the aid of the Grayson's. Thank you.
That day we fought not only for the Grayson's, but for Compact.
I will come with you to fight with the Thrax.
I will fight with you as often as I can, until you feel your assistance has been repaid.
I cannot promise it will be every time.
My family needs my sword as well.
But your next bit battle, I am with you.
Thank you, Count Max.
I am sorry for the loss of your men.
But i know words are not enough.
Princess Reese
Written By Reese
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:23 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
The agony has faded to a mere memory of what it was.
I continue on.
I will be with Duke Cristoph in the Van.
The memory, the shadow, the lingering burn will only fuel my determination.
Gloria be with me.
I continue on.
I will be with Duke Cristoph in the Van.
The memory, the shadow, the lingering burn will only fuel my determination.
Gloria be with me.
Written By Reese
Feb. 7, 2017, 4:19 a.m.(11/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calathane
I recruited him to the guards. He seems like a wonderful Lord His skill with the bow could end up being immensely helpful. I think he will save many lives.
Written By Reese
Feb. 7, 2017, 4:18 a.m.(11/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Sparte is new to the guards. He has great potential. He is eager to help, intelligent and self-controlled.
Written By Reese
Feb. 7, 2017, 4:03 a.m.(11/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
The giant!
I defeated him once in a spar, but only because I had Sigurd fighting with me.
I wasn't at my most mature when I danced around him going we defeated The Giant of Compact.
He took that pretty well.
And then in our next spar with just us two he won by a landslide and left me pretty bruised.
Still I stood up him longer and I will take longer.
If I can withstand the giant's blows a little longer each day, it is a victory.
I defeated him once in a spar, but only because I had Sigurd fighting with me.
I wasn't at my most mature when I danced around him going we defeated The Giant of Compact.
He took that pretty well.
And then in our next spar with just us two he won by a landslide and left me pretty bruised.
Still I stood up him longer and I will take longer.
If I can withstand the giant's blows a little longer each day, it is a victory.
Written By Reese
Jan. 31, 2017, 12:11 p.m.(10/22/1005 AR)
It is difficult to come up with the right words.
Nothing that I can say will be enough.
Nothing that I can do will be enough
And yet I still have faith.
I did not know the Duchess well.
She was a figure from the distance.
I am sorry for her loss
I cannot begin to understand how her family must feel
I sing for Dawn. Prince Dagon taught me a song. A prayer.
I sing and have faith in her return.
If I knew were to look. I would go bring her back.
I do not.
I stand at the vigil as an Iron Guard.
Who do I defend? Who do I protect?
My faith persists. Father Orazio is a good man.
Sir Silas is a good man.
Prince Tristram is a good man.
We will get through this, but we will never be the same.
The damage will never fully heal.
The scar will remind us.
I stand as an Iron Guard.
Keep the crowd under control, protect the crown, said Sir Rymarr
I looked over to Prince Edain and wondered how.
But in his sorrow he was controlled.
I did not have to arrest Prince Luca.
He carried those who insult him, gently away.
In his sorrow he was controlled
This is why we will persist
This is why we will fight the bringers and win
In our sorrow we are controlled
In our sorrow, we still have faith
Nothing that I can say will be enough.
Nothing that I can do will be enough
And yet I still have faith.
I did not know the Duchess well.
She was a figure from the distance.
I am sorry for her loss
I cannot begin to understand how her family must feel
I sing for Dawn. Prince Dagon taught me a song. A prayer.
I sing and have faith in her return.
If I knew were to look. I would go bring her back.
I do not.
I stand at the vigil as an Iron Guard.
Who do I defend? Who do I protect?
My faith persists. Father Orazio is a good man.
Sir Silas is a good man.
Prince Tristram is a good man.
We will get through this, but we will never be the same.
The damage will never fully heal.
The scar will remind us.
I stand as an Iron Guard.
Keep the crowd under control, protect the crown, said Sir Rymarr
I looked over to Prince Edain and wondered how.
But in his sorrow he was controlled.
I did not have to arrest Prince Luca.
He carried those who insult him, gently away.
In his sorrow he was controlled
This is why we will persist
This is why we will fight the bringers and win
In our sorrow we are controlled
In our sorrow, we still have faith
Written By Reese
Jan. 27, 2017, 7:34 a.m.(10/10/1005 AR)
I haven't won a single match in over a week's worth of sparring. Should I be ashamed? I am not sure. Maybe I should be. Maybe I am. Should I cease in my vocation is a warrior? I can say with full confidence that I know that I shouldn't and I know that I will not. I will follow Gloria no matter how many spars I lose. I will follow her no matter how many battles I lose. I won't stop fighting: the bringers, my own weaknesses and those who would harm the innocent no matter how many times I fall down. I won't stop sparring and one day I will start winning those spars. When I fight my friends like Tristram, I get a hand back up. I could have got back up without his hand, but it was still nice.
A defeat to a friend is a step further to gaining the skill needed to vanquish an enemy.
Gloria be praised.
A defeat to a friend is a step further to gaining the skill needed to vanquish an enemy.
Gloria be praised.
Written By Reese
Jan. 27, 2017, 7:22 a.m.(10/10/1005 AR)
I joined the Iron Guard. I got a fancy and cloak and everything. Of course, being a Grayson means that I am not being paid. That just wouldn't be right! I joined because I want to help keep the city safe. On my first night I thought about arresting Captain Audric. He did say his morality is /questionable/. Actually I think it was him who suggested I arrest him. Wait he put that thought into my head! Anyway, he claims to be first man to kill a bringer in Compact and I think his claim is the truth. So I can't arrest him. If he might stand between the people of commons in bringers, he sleep in odd places like the bank. I wonder why he sleeps in the bank? I haven't met Sir. Silas, but I can't wait to! Arresting Audric on my first night on the job, probably wouldn't go so very well. Anyways, Captain Audric says that I can go bringer hunting with him and the Few. I have to spar everyday and pray to Gloria everyday so that I am ready.
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:22 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Iona
Duchess Iona is a good woman. So mature and wise. She is certainly a mother too. I think she is mothering many of the Graysons, but that is alright some of us really stand to benefit from it. I know I can.
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:19 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
Cousin Laric was a grown man when I was still a little girl. He doesn't remember me all that well, but I used to wear a lot of pink and ribbons, so it is understandable. Maybe I could still wear pink ribbons along with my armor, but they would get frayed so quickly, so probably is a waste of time. Anyways, he didn't like my hugs. I think because I was stinky from running around in the Grayson grounds in my armor. That is how I am working on getting stronger.
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:15 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
He beat me the last time we fought. I plan to win the next time. However, if I don't win that just means I will have to keep trying until I do win. The best way to become better is keep sparing and fighting until finally you are the one wining. Sometimes the best sparing partners are those who can win against you, because that just means there is more room for improvement.
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:13 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
Dawn said she would spar me. She looked rather exhausted when she said that. Still I think that some sparing might just be the thing to cheer her up. It always makes me feel better.
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