Written By Valencia
April 28, 2019, 2:58 p.m.(1/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
I went to the dedication of the installation of Lord Darrow Darkwater's statue within the Hall of Heroes today.
There were many faces I knew there. Some I loved and care for greatly. Some I have met and have yet to know alongside of those I have yet to meet. Perhaps they, too, will find their way into my heart one day.
It is funny how some leave strange holes in the fabric of life. You do not realize it at first and then you see, but by then it is too late. And yet others, who you thought would leave dire and irreparable gashes and tears, end up being so much less of an absence than you assumed they would.
Life is funny that way, I suppose. But in reflection, I hope that I will find ways of discovering those who will leave noticeable holes in my life before they leave us. I would wish nothing more than to enjoy their presence to the fullest and offer them the love and respect they deserve before we part.
As for our our dour and magnificent Lord Darrow. I'm glad he was part of this tapestry, and that he was so well respected and beloved. He deserved such. I miss his presence.
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There were many faces I knew there. Some I loved and care for greatly. Some I have met and have yet to know alongside of those I have yet to meet. Perhaps they, too, will find their way into my heart one day.
It is funny how some leave strange holes in the fabric of life. You do not realize it at first and then you see, but by then it is too late. And yet others, who you thought would leave dire and irreparable gashes and tears, end up being so much less of an absence than you assumed they would.
Life is funny that way, I suppose. But in reflection, I hope that I will find ways of discovering those who will leave noticeable holes in my life before they leave us. I would wish nothing more than to enjoy their presence to the fullest and offer them the love and respect they deserve before we part.
As for our our dour and magnificent Lord Darrow. I'm glad he was part of this tapestry, and that he was so well respected and beloved. He deserved such. I miss his presence.
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Written By Preston
Oct. 18, 2018, 10:11 a.m.(10/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It is hard when the topic of inducting people into the Hall of Heroes comes up. Various nominations will always come - each fealty will have their heroes, and if one fealty gets to nominate someone, then all wish to nominate their greatest. Not wishing to risk losing others support for their nominations, you will then find nominations often proceed. The long campaign for support, and eventual call of a convocation is where the difference is made. That is where we can truly assess if someone's contribution was not just as a hero of their fealty, not just a hero in the ordinary sense, but if they are a hero of the compact, and a hero of such magnitude that they should be memorialised for all time on sacred ground. It is a serious duty - and it is also important to note that rejection at that stage is not to deny the person was a good person, or a great person, or a nice person, or a hero, but to say that they are not at the extreme level of heroism that must apply for inclusion.
I am not a Seraph, I have no say in these convocation as I understand it. Though it would be disingenuous for me to pretend my voice does not matter - there is a difference between humility and dishonesty through self deception. There is talk though that one campaign of the recent nominations will submit to the Faith - that for Lord Darrow Darkwater. He swore his oaths before Gloria and Limerance as a knight. And he fell against the Pirate King, the Gyre, in the recent war. He and his people fought with a resolve that spoke of deep faith in the necessity of what they did, but also of love for the Compact. I have gone and seen the site of his falling - and from the beauty of the spot, you would think the Gods themselves weeped and marked his passing. It is not my place to judge whether that is sufficient, whether his life was sufficient, for him to join the Hall of Heroes. But I think no-one can deny his right to be considered.
His fall also has a lesson - because we failed to act swift enough, so that sacrifice became essential, inevitable. And I include myself in those who should have pressed for swifter action. In truth I am not sure if swifter action were possible however - we are not where we were in the days of the Reckoning. We still allow doubt and political concerns to restrain and bind us. Once, my order could respond swiftly across Arvum. Once, great fortresses of the Faith stood as bastions, anchoring our people and our culture in the dark, allowing the Faith Militant to muster close to action, to equip ourselves, to fight and respond before threats became too large, to allow us flexibility. Perhaps the debt I owe to Lord Darrow, as the living to the dead, is to ensure that a sacrifice like his will not be forced upon us again through a lack of preparedness.
I am not a Seraph, I have no say in these convocation as I understand it. Though it would be disingenuous for me to pretend my voice does not matter - there is a difference between humility and dishonesty through self deception. There is talk though that one campaign of the recent nominations will submit to the Faith - that for Lord Darrow Darkwater. He swore his oaths before Gloria and Limerance as a knight. And he fell against the Pirate King, the Gyre, in the recent war. He and his people fought with a resolve that spoke of deep faith in the necessity of what they did, but also of love for the Compact. I have gone and seen the site of his falling - and from the beauty of the spot, you would think the Gods themselves weeped and marked his passing. It is not my place to judge whether that is sufficient, whether his life was sufficient, for him to join the Hall of Heroes. But I think no-one can deny his right to be considered.
His fall also has a lesson - because we failed to act swift enough, so that sacrifice became essential, inevitable. And I include myself in those who should have pressed for swifter action. In truth I am not sure if swifter action were possible however - we are not where we were in the days of the Reckoning. We still allow doubt and political concerns to restrain and bind us. Once, my order could respond swiftly across Arvum. Once, great fortresses of the Faith stood as bastions, anchoring our people and our culture in the dark, allowing the Faith Militant to muster close to action, to equip ourselves, to fight and respond before threats became too large, to allow us flexibility. Perhaps the debt I owe to Lord Darrow, as the living to the dead, is to ensure that a sacrifice like his will not be forced upon us again through a lack of preparedness.
Written By Skye
Oct. 16, 2018, 12:24 a.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It gives me great joy to hear that Lord Darrow Darkwater's statue is going to be add soon to the Hall of Heroes.
He helped me on my journey to rebuild Blackshore and I can never repay him for that kindness.
He helped me on my journey to rebuild Blackshore and I can never repay him for that kindness.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 15, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
Darrow was not my patron for very long, in the grand scheme of things. We were only just beginning to get to know each other when the man died. In fact, I remember the last thing we ever talked about was Abbas after he was denobled, in where I pissed him off; he seemed to think Abbas was not given the respect he deserved.
Since I learned about the effort to get his statue built, I've been working hard towards the effort. And now we are almost there. His bravery inspired me, and I want people to remember him for his bravery.
Since I learned about the effort to get his statue built, I've been working hard towards the effort. And now we are almost there. His bravery inspired me, and I want people to remember him for his bravery.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 15, 2018, 3:15 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It is a done. A monumentous task but it is done. With grace and hope, Darrow, dour dour Darrow will stand in the Hall of Heroes. The last defender of Darkwater. I miss him. I find myself re-arranging the bottles in the liquor cabinet and deliberately placing this one or that out of order, knowing that in the past, he would have strode by and then put them back in order. I would find him in the library doing much the same. Adjusting the books. By category and then alphabetically within.
Before he left, he came and stated what he was going to do. I asked him not to, never ordered him not to, but with the understanding that he would need to do what he could for his house. And so I lay favors and promises in his hand that I had garnered from others and that Thrax had as well and a promise that we would come as soon as the battle at Setarco promised.
I gave to him my only blade, meant to ward the mind from the despair. A dagger, something he would be unlikely to use but it was what little that I myself, Alarissa, could give. He stood. He bowed. He smiled.
The last memory that I have of the man is the smile on his face as he held the dagger and his Joy. At least once before he passed, I had the chance to see it.
I pray that when his effigy is erected within the hall should the faith agree that he belongs, that it not be of him smiling. That was not the dour man who lost all he had and yet still carried on. But of the grimness and determination. The Knight of Sorrows standing watch over his island, determined to save it down to the last block of stone and a light shining upon his face from the lighthouse. Waiting.
Before he left, he came and stated what he was going to do. I asked him not to, never ordered him not to, but with the understanding that he would need to do what he could for his house. And so I lay favors and promises in his hand that I had garnered from others and that Thrax had as well and a promise that we would come as soon as the battle at Setarco promised.
I gave to him my only blade, meant to ward the mind from the despair. A dagger, something he would be unlikely to use but it was what little that I myself, Alarissa, could give. He stood. He bowed. He smiled.
The last memory that I have of the man is the smile on his face as he held the dagger and his Joy. At least once before he passed, I had the chance to see it.
I pray that when his effigy is erected within the hall should the faith agree that he belongs, that it not be of him smiling. That was not the dour man who lost all he had and yet still carried on. But of the grimness and determination. The Knight of Sorrows standing watch over his island, determined to save it down to the last block of stone and a light shining upon his face from the lighthouse. Waiting.
Written By Alarissa
March 25, 2018, 11 p.m.(6/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
Darrow Darkwater.
How many conversations did we have? Not enough. I once watched him stand in front of Victus' liquor bottles and arrange them all because he disliked the chaos of the different colours all over the place. I had to admire him. It took him near three hours. He smiled once even, just before he was taking off and I wanted to ensure that he had good armor. If he was going to make one last stand, it would be to the very last. He touched his sword, ran a hand along the hilt and smiled.
He spoke of Castle Lament. Of why it is called such and touched some on why he was, as he was and I could understand. He was a refreshing bucket of very cold water after you have been sitting in the hot springs. I could count on him. I will write this again. I could without a doubt, count on the dour Lord of Darkwater. So much so that I gave him my cobalt forged dagger to try and give him every edge that I possibly could.
Where others saw a solid and unrelenting knight who never smiled, was dry as an Eurus desert at the peak of noon, I saw a refreshing man who spoke truth, who enjoyed a frank conversation and never faltered in his devotions for family, fealty and faith.
I will miss the Knight of Sorrows. May he spend time in the shining lands and may we all know the bravery and strength that he possessed and find a bit of it in ourselves. Till next you come off the wheel Lord Darrow.
How many conversations did we have? Not enough. I once watched him stand in front of Victus' liquor bottles and arrange them all because he disliked the chaos of the different colours all over the place. I had to admire him. It took him near three hours. He smiled once even, just before he was taking off and I wanted to ensure that he had good armor. If he was going to make one last stand, it would be to the very last. He touched his sword, ran a hand along the hilt and smiled.
He spoke of Castle Lament. Of why it is called such and touched some on why he was, as he was and I could understand. He was a refreshing bucket of very cold water after you have been sitting in the hot springs. I could count on him. I will write this again. I could without a doubt, count on the dour Lord of Darkwater. So much so that I gave him my cobalt forged dagger to try and give him every edge that I possibly could.
Where others saw a solid and unrelenting knight who never smiled, was dry as an Eurus desert at the peak of noon, I saw a refreshing man who spoke truth, who enjoyed a frank conversation and never faltered in his devotions for family, fealty and faith.
I will miss the Knight of Sorrows. May he spend time in the shining lands and may we all know the bravery and strength that he possessed and find a bit of it in ourselves. Till next you come off the wheel Lord Darrow.
Written By Theron
March 21, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
The first spar I've ever fought in the city of Arx, and it was hardly fought. I expect you fought equally as hard against an enemy a thousand times mightier than me.
You die a hero's death, Darrow Darkwater. Many will be envious of your deeds, your courage and your tenacity.
I hail you and drink in your honor.
You die a hero's death, Darrow Darkwater. Many will be envious of your deeds, your courage and your tenacity.
I hail you and drink in your honor.
Written By Victus
March 21, 2018, 3:34 p.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
We called this man the Knight of Sorrow because the fucker never smiled once in his life. He never had much reason to either when you think of all the things he's seen in his lifetime. It didn't make a damn difference in the end when he stood rock solid for his home.
What he lacked in joy he made up for in his unflinching dedication to the Sentinel, to his people and to his family. Never have I ever had the honor and the pleasure of serving with a man so strong in his belief. His conviction is an inspiration to every man and woman who walks the path of a faithful warrior.
Lord Darrow Darkwater is a fucking legend. We will celebrate his memory, always.
What he lacked in joy he made up for in his unflinching dedication to the Sentinel, to his people and to his family. Never have I ever had the honor and the pleasure of serving with a man so strong in his belief. His conviction is an inspiration to every man and woman who walks the path of a faithful warrior.
Lord Darrow Darkwater is a fucking legend. We will celebrate his memory, always.
Written By Lianne
March 21, 2018, 3:10 p.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
Once, very long ago, I almost made Lord Darrow Darkwater smile. I still count that moment as one of my finest achievements.
Written By Shard
Feb. 10, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(2/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
Every time he looks in a mirror.
Written By Rymarr
July 30, 2017, 10:46 p.m.(12/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
While dropping off a few journal entries for archival, I took notice of a submission awaiting categorizing and archiving. Written by Lord Darrow of House Darkwater, an individual whom I've had to pleasure to fight alongside in the past. On a couple of occasions, if I recall correctly.
I hear that he's been down. I'll have to make it a point to send him some flowers. Something bright and cheerful, perhaps. Or a stuffed animal. I hear people like stuffed animals when they're feeling particularly dour.
Liquor may receive a better reception.
A stuffed animal and a bottle of liquor it is then.
I hear that he's been down. I'll have to make it a point to send him some flowers. Something bright and cheerful, perhaps. Or a stuffed animal. I hear people like stuffed animals when they're feeling particularly dour.
Liquor may receive a better reception.
A stuffed animal and a bottle of liquor it is then.
Written By Sameera
May 30, 2017, 3:51 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It was cruel to say at least one of the things to you. I admitted it already but I feel it needs repeating. However, I do feel the need to prove you wrong.
Written By Anze
March 26, 2017, 4:35 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
Mind boggling. Almost impressive in a weird way, still mind boggling.
Written By Abbas
Dec. 23, 2016, 12:19 a.m.(6/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
When you venture into the Salt where the dread terror of the deep unknown tugs at your essence. It is good to know that the killers at your side have true Thraxian hard-light that shines in their eyes. I watched Darrow butcher personally a dozen men without a second thought. The fleet is better for him. His veins pump the Salt of our people; I will pile corpses with him any day and spread the terror of the serpent banners.
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