Written By Cambria
Nov. 20, 2018, 6:04 p.m.(1/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Grief is an intensely personal thing. Some might believe it brings others together, but nothing could be further from the truth. If you are uncertain as to this truth, all one need do is skim the recent journals. People may share grief at the same time, but for everyone is it unique. There is nothing wrong with this.
I do grieve for the loss of Sir Daemon. I grieve for the many things I did not say, or did not do. I grieve because I will miss him, and because I feel as though I failed him. Yet to write over long on these things in a public manner, in my opinion, serves only to call attention to myself, and not the soul who has returned to the Wheel.
The knight that I knew was a kind man, of gentle demeanor and good humor. He did not shrink from adversity or challenge, and never hesitated to grab the handle of a broom over the hilt of a sword. He loved, loved, loved milk and cookies, and pie, and basically any sweet treat you might send him. I tried not to indulge that sweet tooth, though. Instead I asked if he would care to walk with me in the mornings, and he happily consented. In fact, he would often walk with me, no matter how early I called upon him to do so.
I will always remember Sir Daemon, and I choose to remember him with joy.
I do grieve for the loss of Sir Daemon. I grieve for the many things I did not say, or did not do. I grieve because I will miss him, and because I feel as though I failed him. Yet to write over long on these things in a public manner, in my opinion, serves only to call attention to myself, and not the soul who has returned to the Wheel.
The knight that I knew was a kind man, of gentle demeanor and good humor. He did not shrink from adversity or challenge, and never hesitated to grab the handle of a broom over the hilt of a sword. He loved, loved, loved milk and cookies, and pie, and basically any sweet treat you might send him. I tried not to indulge that sweet tooth, though. Instead I asked if he would care to walk with me in the mornings, and he happily consented. In fact, he would often walk with me, no matter how early I called upon him to do so.
I will always remember Sir Daemon, and I choose to remember him with joy.
Written By Edain
Nov. 18, 2018, 4:15 p.m.(1/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
There are some people you are not ready for the idea of a word without. Sir Daemon Dracone is one of those people. I would be lying if I said I knew him well, but I knew him through the fraternity of knighthood, and I knew him through his actions, and his honor.
I remember when my wedding party rode out to the Vowkeeper hills and he charged the flank of some 50 Abandoned raiders that attacked us riding a Greenwood War Elk, Dame Ida riding with him and punching people as they passed. I thought for certain they were both dead but they came through it a little battered but in good spirits. After that.. I just I forgot that he could even fall, just like any of us could.
I haven't heard the story of how he feel yet, just that he has, and I will wait to ask those that where there with him until they have had some time to grieve, they were those that knew him best. I cannot help but imagine it involved doing something crazily heroic. Rest well Sir Daemon Dracone, I your soul still craves to much adventure to rest in Elysium, I hope you are sent back to us sooner rather than later.
I remember when my wedding party rode out to the Vowkeeper hills and he charged the flank of some 50 Abandoned raiders that attacked us riding a Greenwood War Elk, Dame Ida riding with him and punching people as they passed. I thought for certain they were both dead but they came through it a little battered but in good spirits. After that.. I just I forgot that he could even fall, just like any of us could.
I haven't heard the story of how he feel yet, just that he has, and I will wait to ask those that where there with him until they have had some time to grieve, they were those that knew him best. I cannot help but imagine it involved doing something crazily heroic. Rest well Sir Daemon Dracone, I your soul still craves to much adventure to rest in Elysium, I hope you are sent back to us sooner rather than later.
Written By Preston
Nov. 18, 2018, 3:19 p.m.(1/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Sir Daemon was Dame Thena's shadow, the gentle voice in her ear. As Dame Esoka is to me, he was to her. An aide. A friend. Even someone respected beyond what one might expect of the disciples. Someone who gave their life to the Faith Militant.
Dame Esoka strode forth - spreading the light of Gloria to the wavering soldiers - at the lodge. I can imagine but for a bit of luck in where a tree fell she could have been lost entirely. So my heart does bleed for Dame Thena and the Silver Order, for the loss they have suffered. For the hole left behind.
Stormwall changed all of us, as Sir Jeffeth says, but each of us who survived knew how thin the line was between life and death. How easy it is to find yourself on the wrong side of that line, a step to the side one way or the other can place you in safety or the fall of the enemy's arrow. So many I thought invincible I realise now are just human and soft and vulnrable as we all are, and we should treasure those moments.
I will pray for Sir Daemon, I will wish him well on his journey to the wheel as his body joins our brothers and sisters in the Maosoleum. As we welcome all the knights who fell at the lodge if they wish, to honour their oaths to Gloria and Limerance.
Dame Esoka strode forth - spreading the light of Gloria to the wavering soldiers - at the lodge. I can imagine but for a bit of luck in where a tree fell she could have been lost entirely. So my heart does bleed for Dame Thena and the Silver Order, for the loss they have suffered. For the hole left behind.
Stormwall changed all of us, as Sir Jeffeth says, but each of us who survived knew how thin the line was between life and death. How easy it is to find yourself on the wrong side of that line, a step to the side one way or the other can place you in safety or the fall of the enemy's arrow. So many I thought invincible I realise now are just human and soft and vulnrable as we all are, and we should treasure those moments.
I will pray for Sir Daemon, I will wish him well on his journey to the wheel as his body joins our brothers and sisters in the Maosoleum. As we welcome all the knights who fell at the lodge if they wish, to honour their oaths to Gloria and Limerance.
Written By Harper
Nov. 18, 2018, 12:03 p.m.(1/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
We lost too many good folks out at the Lodge. But I have to say that Sir Daemon's passing took me real hard. I thought he'd made it. I thought he was gonna be okay, up until he wasn't.
He was a real special sort. One of the ones that made me think that knights might be more than shiny and irritating. I'll always remember him sitting at the Murder with me, letting kids color his armor and being so patient that it was amazing. He's helped me with a lot of the work that I've done for the orphans too.
I promise that I'll help keep things clean as much as I can, too, just for him. Cause I know he wouldn't have it any other way.
He was a real special sort. One of the ones that made me think that knights might be more than shiny and irritating. I'll always remember him sitting at the Murder with me, letting kids color his armor and being so patient that it was amazing. He's helped me with a lot of the work that I've done for the orphans too.
I promise that I'll help keep things clean as much as I can, too, just for him. Cause I know he wouldn't have it any other way.
Written By Reese
Nov. 18, 2018, 4:53 a.m.(1/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Sir Daemon was a great warrior and a great Knight of the Solace. He will be deeply missed. He was a devoted knight and gave his life in his duties.
Reese
Reese
Written By Jeffeth
Nov. 17, 2018, 1:14 p.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
When I returned to Arx, Sir Daemon and I became friends quickly.
Sir Daemon liked to clean things. He waged a constant war on the House of Solace making sure it was constantly as spotless as he could make it. For a couple months, I was a fervent supporter of Sir Daemon's cause. We wore brooms down quickly. I was eager to help him and be his ally in this effort. At the time I guess I thought it was fun. I was never a believer like he was, but I also had never met someone who believed so passionately in just... Scrubbing. The first few months I worked hard and we cleaned the House of Solace a dozen times a dozen. Any time we weren't attending to duties we were cleaning, a lot of our free time was spent doing it.
As the months went on, I guess the fun of it went out of it for me. Because I stopped. We had other things to attend to, all the time, things to look into and when we were finally off duty and able to have free time. Well, I went to have actual fun. Do something relaxing, make new friends, be with old friends. Be with people I cared about. I remember I would go by the House of Solace sometimes at night and see a single candle lit in a random spot. A few times I went in to get something I had left behind. He never noticed me, he was so locked into his task. After all those hours of his other duties, after his body ached and he sweat all he could sweat, when his mind could no longer produce thoughts, Sir Daemon scrubbed some more.
No one could clean like Sir Daemon.
When the filth and the dust creep in, it will be a visceral reminder that Sir Daemon is gone, his protection no longer with us.
I've never met someone more devoted. I imagine I never will.
After Stormwall, Sir Daemon was different. We fought in different areas. I rode in as part of the charge to liberate the defenders from the keep and then we set fire to the city. He was quiet, he fought well, but... He asked if we could go home. There was a celebration when we got home, Sir Daemon and I stood in the back. There were little pins handed out to everyone. It was a celebration that we were survivors we beat the Gyre. Daemon's heart was hardened by Stormwall, and he didn't take to the ceremony well. He gave me his pin and told me to give it to someone who deserved it and left. I dropped both his pin and mine on the floor before I left. I regret that moment, very much.
If anyone is reading this was at that ceremony, if you know what little badges I'm talking about. If you have one, I would be so grateful if you would reach out to me. He told me to gave it to someone who deserved it and I never did. I would very much like to rectify that.
He lost some of himself at that battle, he was never quite the same old Daemon. He was still one of the best men I'll ever have the pleasure of calling Brother. He was still the most devoted, the man with the strongest sense of duty. But a little piece broke off that never got put back on. I regret so much not talking to him more, trying to see if maybe we could get that piece patched up. I'll never get to now, and I will think about that often, for the rest of my life. He often spoke of his fathers lands, of his past. There was a history he wanted to visit, to act on there. If anyone has any information on anything he had looked into regarding his Barony, I would be very appreciative if you passed it on to me.
I can't restore his barony and I can't bring him back. But I can see to it that his story gets finished. And I can see to it that the House stays clean.
I love my Brother, and this pain will be one that lasts quite sometime. I ask that you all bow your head in remembrance with me, to the Knight of Devotion. Sir Daemon Dracone.
Sir Daemon liked to clean things. He waged a constant war on the House of Solace making sure it was constantly as spotless as he could make it. For a couple months, I was a fervent supporter of Sir Daemon's cause. We wore brooms down quickly. I was eager to help him and be his ally in this effort. At the time I guess I thought it was fun. I was never a believer like he was, but I also had never met someone who believed so passionately in just... Scrubbing. The first few months I worked hard and we cleaned the House of Solace a dozen times a dozen. Any time we weren't attending to duties we were cleaning, a lot of our free time was spent doing it.
As the months went on, I guess the fun of it went out of it for me. Because I stopped. We had other things to attend to, all the time, things to look into and when we were finally off duty and able to have free time. Well, I went to have actual fun. Do something relaxing, make new friends, be with old friends. Be with people I cared about. I remember I would go by the House of Solace sometimes at night and see a single candle lit in a random spot. A few times I went in to get something I had left behind. He never noticed me, he was so locked into his task. After all those hours of his other duties, after his body ached and he sweat all he could sweat, when his mind could no longer produce thoughts, Sir Daemon scrubbed some more.
No one could clean like Sir Daemon.
When the filth and the dust creep in, it will be a visceral reminder that Sir Daemon is gone, his protection no longer with us.
I've never met someone more devoted. I imagine I never will.
After Stormwall, Sir Daemon was different. We fought in different areas. I rode in as part of the charge to liberate the defenders from the keep and then we set fire to the city. He was quiet, he fought well, but... He asked if we could go home. There was a celebration when we got home, Sir Daemon and I stood in the back. There were little pins handed out to everyone. It was a celebration that we were survivors we beat the Gyre. Daemon's heart was hardened by Stormwall, and he didn't take to the ceremony well. He gave me his pin and told me to give it to someone who deserved it and left. I dropped both his pin and mine on the floor before I left. I regret that moment, very much.
If anyone is reading this was at that ceremony, if you know what little badges I'm talking about. If you have one, I would be so grateful if you would reach out to me. He told me to gave it to someone who deserved it and I never did. I would very much like to rectify that.
He lost some of himself at that battle, he was never quite the same old Daemon. He was still one of the best men I'll ever have the pleasure of calling Brother. He was still the most devoted, the man with the strongest sense of duty. But a little piece broke off that never got put back on. I regret so much not talking to him more, trying to see if maybe we could get that piece patched up. I'll never get to now, and I will think about that often, for the rest of my life. He often spoke of his fathers lands, of his past. There was a history he wanted to visit, to act on there. If anyone has any information on anything he had looked into regarding his Barony, I would be very appreciative if you passed it on to me.
I can't restore his barony and I can't bring him back. But I can see to it that his story gets finished. And I can see to it that the House stays clean.
I love my Brother, and this pain will be one that lasts quite sometime. I ask that you all bow your head in remembrance with me, to the Knight of Devotion. Sir Daemon Dracone.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 17, 2018, 10:40 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
He always struck me as a little neurotic. But you can still be quirky and count as one of the good ones. Best of luck next time around, guy. I hope you don't come back as street cleaner or janitor.
Written By Alexandre
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:47 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Sir Daemon died not on the field of battle, but back at Arx. Some wounds even our best healers can do nothing but watch the life slip away. Some wounds kill, just later. It's something both Mercy and Physician must accept, though it's not always easy. Yet even now, more needs to be done.
Though his killer is dead, others remain. If the roads of the Compact are to be safe for innocent travelers, pilgrims and refugees, then they must be dealt with.
It is my oath.
Though his killer is dead, others remain. If the roads of the Compact are to be safe for innocent travelers, pilgrims and refugees, then they must be dealt with.
It is my oath.
Written By Marian
Nov. 17, 2018, 8:35 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
You served with honor.
It's been my honor to lead you both as Sword of Sanctum in House Valardin and as Warchief to House Redrain in the Battle of Stormwall. To have you fall to a poison knife strikes me as a great wrong since you were killed by deceit while trying to rescue others. I mourn for you brother of arms. Valardin's light will be a little darker without you.
It's been my honor to lead you both as Sword of Sanctum in House Valardin and as Warchief to House Redrain in the Battle of Stormwall. To have you fall to a poison knife strikes me as a great wrong since you were killed by deceit while trying to rescue others. I mourn for you brother of arms. Valardin's light will be a little darker without you.
Written By Thena
Nov. 16, 2018, 6:27 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
I barely know what to write.
The Solace took losses. I knew we would. We always do. Whenever you have a group like us, men and women sworn to protect, to stand unyielding in the face of evil, we take losses.
I learned today that I lost my second in command, Sir Daemon Dracone. He died in the night, of a poisoned wound.
He was one of those people who was always just...there. The very picture of an Oathlands knight. He wasn't flashy or boastful, he just knew when something needed to be done and did it. Sometimes he did things whether they needed to be done or not. And that damned duck...
I made him my second, in part, because he had this amazing knack for knowing when I was getting too riled up and he would remind me, in the most polite and unmistakable of ways, that I needed to take a step back and consider my actions. Often, when I was getting too heated in the white journals, I would come back to my office to find a tall glass of milk on my desk. That was the sign.
If that didn't work, he'd sit on my back while I did pushups.
I did a lot of pushups.
He could have been Godsworn, but I never asked him about it. To take the vows is often a burden, and he seemed like a man who already had a burden.
I didn't know any of his family, but if there's anyone out there who knows what his final wishes were, pleased get in touch with me. Otherwise there's a place for him in the grand mausoleum for the Faith Militant. Anyone who objects can kiss my ass.
The Solace took losses. I knew we would. We always do. Whenever you have a group like us, men and women sworn to protect, to stand unyielding in the face of evil, we take losses.
I learned today that I lost my second in command, Sir Daemon Dracone. He died in the night, of a poisoned wound.
He was one of those people who was always just...there. The very picture of an Oathlands knight. He wasn't flashy or boastful, he just knew when something needed to be done and did it. Sometimes he did things whether they needed to be done or not. And that damned duck...
I made him my second, in part, because he had this amazing knack for knowing when I was getting too riled up and he would remind me, in the most polite and unmistakable of ways, that I needed to take a step back and consider my actions. Often, when I was getting too heated in the white journals, I would come back to my office to find a tall glass of milk on my desk. That was the sign.
If that didn't work, he'd sit on my back while I did pushups.
I did a lot of pushups.
He could have been Godsworn, but I never asked him about it. To take the vows is often a burden, and he seemed like a man who already had a burden.
I didn't know any of his family, but if there's anyone out there who knows what his final wishes were, pleased get in touch with me. Otherwise there's a place for him in the grand mausoleum for the Faith Militant. Anyone who objects can kiss my ass.
Written By Ida
Nov. 16, 2018, 2:35 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
I am struggling to put my thoughts to words right now. I'm so furious and sad and... You know, it felt like a good-bye letter you wrote. Not on its face, not the words really, but something felt final in it. Maybe that's me thinking on it too much, with hindsight, now that word of your passing has come to Arx. I told you that you were to outlive me and you didn't listen. Oaths and steel, Daemon. What a wonderful knight you were, so bright and true. Never have I, or will I ever, regret our ride into that field. How reckless we may have been for it, but I would not change that for the world. Terrible times, but one of the most exhilarating in my lifetime. Your enthusiasm to do what might need to be done, even if we might face impossible odds, inspired me that day - though I never told you that. I wish I had. My heart feels rather broken by the news and I am sorry we might never get to speak again in this life. Dammit!
Written By Jeffeth
Nov. 16, 2018, 2:08 p.m.(1/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
No!
Written By Alexandre
Oct. 1, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(9/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
We have, both Godsworn and not, all made our vows and chosen to follow your command. Yours is not a solitary burden, nor are you expected to do everything. Command is yours, but it is also to us in turn to see our oaths to Gods and Compact fulfilled.
We stand with you, Sir Daemon. Not behind judging your every move.
We stand with you, Sir Daemon. Not behind judging your every move.
Written By Thena
Oct. 1, 2018, 11:47 a.m.(9/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
You'll be fine.
Written By Thena
Aug. 6, 2018, 4:21 p.m.(5/3/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
You are usually very calm! I just know you get twitchy when I start rampaging about in the archives, shooting my commoner mouth off. I know this because you leave me calming glasses of milk, and calisthenics.
Written By Aureth
July 24, 2018, 5:39 p.m.(4/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Sir Daemon Dracone of the Knights of Solace, a man so adorable it's just disgusting.
Written By Thena
June 20, 2018, 9:28 p.m.(1/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Blast.
Written By Thena
June 20, 2018, 9:06 p.m.(1/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
I'm mixed up. Who's doing the push ups again?
Written By Norwood
June 2, 2018, 6:50 p.m.(11/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Sir Daemon's Jimbo is an... interesting creature. Alone he is quite fine. In a flock he was not quite as wonderful.
Written By Karadoc
June 2, 2018, 5:37 p.m.(11/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
If you see the duck, duck.
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