Written By Sorrel
Feb. 14, 2018, 1:27 p.m.(3/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
It is a pity you died, Esra. I hoped that the shock of being denobled and excommunicated might have brought you to your senses, but it was not to be. You were a kind man, an enthusiastic man, even if you were wrong and deluded and saw conspiracies everywhere. Even in all of the crazy screeds you wrote to me, I could see the kernel of truth, but your refusal to behave like a noble and your desperate desire to twist the world to your reality, a reality we simply do not live in nor care to, was overwelming. You seemed utterly incapable of noble honor or propriety. Your truths were twisted with madness to the point that what was real was obfuscated by wrongness and straight lies.
I am sorry that you will never have the opportunity to repent and see the Light. The Faith would have helped you to ease back to our reality. You were killed by a dishonorable man who lied about defending himself from you. You were through and through a scholar. You were not a fighter, not physically, and little danger to others, only to yourself.
I am sad that you are gone, even though I am the one who made the heartbreaking decision to remove you from our house. I regret that I could not help you, but I also know from your long letters, that you did not care for my help. I pray for your soul. May you find peace with the Queen of Endings and Beginnings.
I am sorry that you will never have the opportunity to repent and see the Light. The Faith would have helped you to ease back to our reality. You were killed by a dishonorable man who lied about defending himself from you. You were through and through a scholar. You were not a fighter, not physically, and little danger to others, only to yourself.
I am sad that you are gone, even though I am the one who made the heartbreaking decision to remove you from our house. I regret that I could not help you, but I also know from your long letters, that you did not care for my help. I pray for your soul. May you find peace with the Queen of Endings and Beginnings.
Written By Bianca
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:16 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
*In very rare occasion, this entry was not written in Bianca's own script.*
No, Scholar Duran. It is alright. I am just tired. I do want to do this. Please just note that I speak from a personal standpoint. Not of the Faith.
My cousin was an ill man. Engulfed by the knowledge he was not yet ready to possess, it drove him to find conspiracy and betrayel in all those he deemed contrary to his views. He found half-truths and rather than explore that information and verify its validity he became obsessed with it and would not be swayed otherwise. It deafened him to reason. It deafened and blinded him to fact.
I did not know my cousin well. Aside from a brief encounter in our youth, I had spoken to him once since his arrival to Arx amidst a gathering of Scholars at the Academy. I have spent many sleepless nights since the first venemous letter I received pondering that if I had been more attentive in that passing meeting, if I had made time to speak with him prior or even after his vicious private allegations that this all could have been resolved much differently. Perhaps if I had not let the wounds to my ego and my own indignance in the face of such cruel words and threats halt my quill from further dialogue he would still live... but I did not and now I must bear the burden of those 'what if's.
My heart breaks that in all of this, my cousin faced such deep losses by his own hand. All for an obsession. He rejected the welcoming arms of the Faith and embrace of the gods as well as the love of his family. Many attempted reason and again he was deaf to their implores, but even though his actions drove those whom loved him the most to withdraw, I still mourn that at his end how truly alone he must have felt. Alone with his misguided convictions.
I have no sense of resolution to this topic. I undoubtedly will spend many more sleepless nights regarding it along with a many other things. All I may do moving forward is the same as any of us must do. Learn from the mistakes we've made and move forward.
I think that is all for now, Scholar. Thank you.
No, Scholar Duran. It is alright. I am just tired. I do want to do this. Please just note that I speak from a personal standpoint. Not of the Faith.
My cousin was an ill man. Engulfed by the knowledge he was not yet ready to possess, it drove him to find conspiracy and betrayel in all those he deemed contrary to his views. He found half-truths and rather than explore that information and verify its validity he became obsessed with it and would not be swayed otherwise. It deafened him to reason. It deafened and blinded him to fact.
I did not know my cousin well. Aside from a brief encounter in our youth, I had spoken to him once since his arrival to Arx amidst a gathering of Scholars at the Academy. I have spent many sleepless nights since the first venemous letter I received pondering that if I had been more attentive in that passing meeting, if I had made time to speak with him prior or even after his vicious private allegations that this all could have been resolved much differently. Perhaps if I had not let the wounds to my ego and my own indignance in the face of such cruel words and threats halt my quill from further dialogue he would still live... but I did not and now I must bear the burden of those 'what if's.
My heart breaks that in all of this, my cousin faced such deep losses by his own hand. All for an obsession. He rejected the welcoming arms of the Faith and embrace of the gods as well as the love of his family. Many attempted reason and again he was deaf to their implores, but even though his actions drove those whom loved him the most to withdraw, I still mourn that at his end how truly alone he must have felt. Alone with his misguided convictions.
I have no sense of resolution to this topic. I undoubtedly will spend many more sleepless nights regarding it along with a many other things. All I may do moving forward is the same as any of us must do. Learn from the mistakes we've made and move forward.
I think that is all for now, Scholar. Thank you.
Written By Ianna
Feb. 12, 2018, 5:53 p.m.(3/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
Goodman Esra, formerly Wyrmgard, was my friend and colleague. I will miss the excited tremor his voice took on when he was discussing something that he was passionate about, his endless energy and vigor, and his huge heart. He was always willing to put heads together to research, and always had time and an open door to listen, though I admit I didn't take advantage of that as much as I could have. That's my own fault. I'm not a very open person. Not like he was.
Written By Driskell
Feb. 12, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(3/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
I make this journal entry on Goodman Esra, formerly of the Scholars, formerly of house Wyrmguard, a young denobled Valardin that was passionate, zealous and firm in his convictions.
It is disappointing to any when a young life is lost when there is so much potential for them later on. I'm reminded of a Tehomic prayer that asks for the petitioner not to live, but to not die in vain, and here I feel that has happened.
Life is about learning opportunities. Sometimes you learn the lesson, sometimes you're the lesson for others to learn from. I pray for Esra's soul that when the day comes it might be returned from the Queen, it has had the moment needed to reflect that while choice is the most powerful tool humanity has, that cost and consequence cannot be separated from said choice.
Vellichor desires knowledge to be free and understanding given, but tempers such things with the wisdom to know when it should be shared. By ensuring the receiver is ready for such information and the understanding of how to use it is the responsibility of the giver. I take responsibility that young Esra wasn't ready for everything his eager heart wanted to learn, that I wasn't successful in persuading him to quieten his emotions and that he didn't realize that the enemy desires to coat trickery and lies with the thinnest veneer of possible truth. Forgive me for failing you, Esra. This is why the Scholars pursue knowledge with fervent focus, so that as a group we can discuss and work out where the falsehoods are and where truth sits as an organization, and we act as whetstones to the intellectual razor to keep sharpening in respectful debate. If but Esra was able to exercise patience, humility and quieten the passions of his heart, he might have been able to see this. Such is a lesson that the Thirteenth tells us, that if we do not control our dark passions, they will most certainly control us and lead us to ruin. For this, I forgive you, Esra.
And so let it be with Esra's memory. A young man who was zealous and dogged in the pursuit of knowledge no matter the price, who had not the wisdom yet for understanding, and a man whose choices and lack of mastering his passions led to his far untimely demise.
May his soul be at more peace than he had during his life, and may only the Sentinel judge him. Let us remember the Folly of Esra, and try to learn from his mistakes.
It is disappointing to any when a young life is lost when there is so much potential for them later on. I'm reminded of a Tehomic prayer that asks for the petitioner not to live, but to not die in vain, and here I feel that has happened.
Life is about learning opportunities. Sometimes you learn the lesson, sometimes you're the lesson for others to learn from. I pray for Esra's soul that when the day comes it might be returned from the Queen, it has had the moment needed to reflect that while choice is the most powerful tool humanity has, that cost and consequence cannot be separated from said choice.
Vellichor desires knowledge to be free and understanding given, but tempers such things with the wisdom to know when it should be shared. By ensuring the receiver is ready for such information and the understanding of how to use it is the responsibility of the giver. I take responsibility that young Esra wasn't ready for everything his eager heart wanted to learn, that I wasn't successful in persuading him to quieten his emotions and that he didn't realize that the enemy desires to coat trickery and lies with the thinnest veneer of possible truth. Forgive me for failing you, Esra. This is why the Scholars pursue knowledge with fervent focus, so that as a group we can discuss and work out where the falsehoods are and where truth sits as an organization, and we act as whetstones to the intellectual razor to keep sharpening in respectful debate. If but Esra was able to exercise patience, humility and quieten the passions of his heart, he might have been able to see this. Such is a lesson that the Thirteenth tells us, that if we do not control our dark passions, they will most certainly control us and lead us to ruin. For this, I forgive you, Esra.
And so let it be with Esra's memory. A young man who was zealous and dogged in the pursuit of knowledge no matter the price, who had not the wisdom yet for understanding, and a man whose choices and lack of mastering his passions led to his far untimely demise.
May his soul be at more peace than he had during his life, and may only the Sentinel judge him. Let us remember the Folly of Esra, and try to learn from his mistakes.
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:52 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
I had not laid this to paper before, because I had hoped it would be just an uncomfortable situation and that the individual in question would at some point give sincere apology for his actions, and understand how the act that committed, could have been taken far worse than it was. I was one of, I presume there were others, the peerage assaulted by the former Wyrmguard.
In my library, after Master Esra visited on the pretenses of being there under the auspices of the Scholars to search for a tome, proceeded to with physical actions, accuse me of being abyssal tainted. To the point of flashing a mirror at me and demanding that I douse my palms in the liquid in his flask after he splashed his own hands with such and my floor. I politely declined and informed him that I appreciated his offer but that it was unnecessary.
Master Esra then took it upon himself to throw the liquid in my face, liquid that I did not know the contents of, after commenting 'oh no, not again' with such force that he toppled forward and my face, dress, the half finished books beside me were drenched in what thankfully only turned out to be simply water. It could very well have been something else and permanent damage incurred or worse. Before then, he was a stranger to me. Invited into my home to speak with me when he asked. He stood up at sword point of my personal guard and protesting loudly that he could not comprehend what he had done wrong, was escorted to the edge of the Thrax ward and told that he was unwelcome and never to return.
He is still unwelcome within the ward of Thrax. I thank the appropriate authorities to seeing to the welfare of a man so clearly touched in the head. may he get the help that he so clearly needs. One shouldn't need to fear being assaulted in their own home by individuals of the peerage, formerly or current.
In my library, after Master Esra visited on the pretenses of being there under the auspices of the Scholars to search for a tome, proceeded to with physical actions, accuse me of being abyssal tainted. To the point of flashing a mirror at me and demanding that I douse my palms in the liquid in his flask after he splashed his own hands with such and my floor. I politely declined and informed him that I appreciated his offer but that it was unnecessary.
Master Esra then took it upon himself to throw the liquid in my face, liquid that I did not know the contents of, after commenting 'oh no, not again' with such force that he toppled forward and my face, dress, the half finished books beside me were drenched in what thankfully only turned out to be simply water. It could very well have been something else and permanent damage incurred or worse. Before then, he was a stranger to me. Invited into my home to speak with me when he asked. He stood up at sword point of my personal guard and protesting loudly that he could not comprehend what he had done wrong, was escorted to the edge of the Thrax ward and told that he was unwelcome and never to return.
He is still unwelcome within the ward of Thrax. I thank the appropriate authorities to seeing to the welfare of a man so clearly touched in the head. may he get the help that he so clearly needs. One shouldn't need to fear being assaulted in their own home by individuals of the peerage, formerly or current.
Written By Aldwin
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
The Faith of the Pantheon recognizes zealotry when we see it. We know fanaticism. It can be a powerful source of good, a fervor that allows us to recognize something more important than self, to be willing to die for the gods if needs be. But we see the times it can lead a man astray, and those are tragedies. When a man becomes so convinced he has the answers, he permits himself to see nothing to contradict it. There is a pride in that, a sort of poisonous arrogance that convinces a man so brittle inside he must build a wall about himself, and hear nothing that would ever threaten the fragile edifice upon which he lives.
We shall pray for Esra. We hope the gods are able to help him see his error. But sometimes, to our sorrow, the only way is to watch their own built walls shatter and come tumbling down.
We shall pray for Esra. We hope the gods are able to help him see his error. But sometimes, to our sorrow, the only way is to watch their own built walls shatter and come tumbling down.
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