Written By Jeffeth
Jan. 7, 2024, 7:41 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Lord Ian is a constant presence when it comes to things that need doing. Also very helpful. One day, I will make him belly laugh and my life will be complete.
Written By Jeffeth
Dec. 10, 2023, 4:02 p.m.(5/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I have never seen anyone swing a sword the way Lord Ian does. He saved my life and a lot of others, too. If things go well with what we did, the Compact will owe him a debt of gratitude.
Written By Cillian
June 6, 2023, 10:08 p.m.(12/12/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
In a realm of mystic wonders, where legends come alive,
There lived a noble knight, with a spirit so bright,
Sir Ian, the Mushroom Knight, true and wise.
From humble beginnings, his tale did unfold,
A simple spore, in a world so vast and bold,
Beneath the forest canopy, he began to grow,
With roots deep in the earth, his courage would show.
His armor, a shade of mossy green,
Adorned with mushrooms, a magnificent scene,
Each toadstool a symbol of nature's might,
Guiding Sir Ian through darkness and light.
With a shield made of bark, strong and true,
He defended the innocent, both old and new,
His sword, a blade of ethereal gleam,
Slicing through shadows, a radiant beam.
Through enchanted woods and misty glades,
Sir Ian ventured, on daring escapades,
Protecting the woodland creatures, big and small,
Answering nature's call, he would never fall.
His heart, pure as crystal, shone through the trees,
In tune with the whispers of the forest breeze,
He fought with honor, for justice and right,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest of night.
With wisdom and grace, he led the way,
In harmony with nature, he'd always stay,
For the Mushroom Knight understood the worth,
Of preserving the balance of our precious Earth.
And so, the legend of Sir Ian did grow,
A hero of nature, for all to know,
In tales and songs, his name forever sung,
The Mushroom Knight, his journey never done.
For in the heart of every mushroom spore,
Lies the potential for something more,
A reminder to us all, big or small,
That greatness can sprout, wherever we may fall.
So let us remember Sir Ian's brave plight,
And strive to be guardians of nature's light,
For in unity and love, we shall find,
A world where mushroom knights forever shine.
There lived a noble knight, with a spirit so bright,
Sir Ian, the Mushroom Knight, true and wise.
From humble beginnings, his tale did unfold,
A simple spore, in a world so vast and bold,
Beneath the forest canopy, he began to grow,
With roots deep in the earth, his courage would show.
His armor, a shade of mossy green,
Adorned with mushrooms, a magnificent scene,
Each toadstool a symbol of nature's might,
Guiding Sir Ian through darkness and light.
With a shield made of bark, strong and true,
He defended the innocent, both old and new,
His sword, a blade of ethereal gleam,
Slicing through shadows, a radiant beam.
Through enchanted woods and misty glades,
Sir Ian ventured, on daring escapades,
Protecting the woodland creatures, big and small,
Answering nature's call, he would never fall.
His heart, pure as crystal, shone through the trees,
In tune with the whispers of the forest breeze,
He fought with honor, for justice and right,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest of night.
With wisdom and grace, he led the way,
In harmony with nature, he'd always stay,
For the Mushroom Knight understood the worth,
Of preserving the balance of our precious Earth.
And so, the legend of Sir Ian did grow,
A hero of nature, for all to know,
In tales and songs, his name forever sung,
The Mushroom Knight, his journey never done.
For in the heart of every mushroom spore,
Lies the potential for something more,
A reminder to us all, big or small,
That greatness can sprout, wherever we may fall.
So let us remember Sir Ian's brave plight,
And strive to be guardians of nature's light,
For in unity and love, we shall find,
A world where mushroom knights forever shine.
Written By Aethan
July 3, 2022, 6:23 p.m.(12/11/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Your quick thinking proved to be quite valuable. I know that sometimes the burdens of command may not be what you wish, but somehow when they do fall on your shoulders you not only rise to the occasion, you thrive.
Written By Aethan
May 22, 2022, 1:18 p.m.(9/10/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Yeah, you've gone beyond what I taught you and developed your skills to do the family (and me) proud, but that doesn't mean I'm still not going to worry over you little brother. Still, you've done very well and I am proud of who you've become.
Written By Raimon
May 14, 2021, 3:08 a.m.(6/20/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
The bronzing sun casts light upon
the ocean's crisp blue waves
The breakers rush up to the sands
to backfill shallow graves
Mangata's Tears thus sanctify
the acres of the slain
But bloodstained walls and cobblestones
must wait for cleansing rain
A seabird screams in hunger
and in outrage and in pain
Its screams will go unheeded, for
No living ears remain.
https://pastebin.com/vTYbzGMG
the ocean's crisp blue waves
The breakers rush up to the sands
to backfill shallow graves
Mangata's Tears thus sanctify
the acres of the slain
But bloodstained walls and cobblestones
must wait for cleansing rain
A seabird screams in hunger
and in outrage and in pain
Its screams will go unheeded, for
No living ears remain.
https://pastebin.com/vTYbzGMG
Written By Thea
April 11, 2021, 11:17 a.m.(4/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I received a...particularly interesting wedding gift from Lord Ian, scholar. Several if you count box, after, cage, after rope. Im missing some items, I assure you. One even exploded confetti at me. In the end, which did take a while--as one bag smelled just as bad his scarf. You've never smelled his scarf? How fortunate for you! Anyway, the end of the gift!
The calling of the Sea: Salacious Adventures of a Kennex Man and Woman.
That was at the end. A story. Move over baker. There's a new story in the city!
Also, retaliation is going to be painful. Sorry Kennex.
The calling of the Sea: Salacious Adventures of a Kennex Man and Woman.
That was at the end. A story. Move over baker. There's a new story in the city!
Also, retaliation is going to be painful. Sorry Kennex.
Written By Rysen
Jan. 1, 2021, 2:47 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Lord Ian Kennex recently visited the Black Hall to train. His swordsmanship is exceptional, and I have had the opportunity to observe it many times. There is sharpness to his reflexes that have been honed to an instinct, and the will driving his sword is unbreakable.
He asked me what it means to be a swordsman. I answered that it was an artform that allowed the practitioner to shape the world. I had not thought about it before, and when I reflected on it later - for in the clash of blades I had hardly the space to follow any path of thought save the one in front of me - I think I would say the same thing of poetry. They are a means of expressing oneself and influencing the world. My father would laugh at this notion. 'Sophistry' he would roar, and say 'poetry is for the idle and useless. The axe is for honor' or some such words.
For me, the meaning of swordsmanship lies in protecting what I love, winning renown for Gloria, and those who taught me, and living out my vows. It is pleasing and interesting in its movements. It takes life and protects it, making the sword artist the emissary of the Queen, and the guardian of Lagoma.
It was good to see Ian again, even as we stand on the brink of war. My prayers go with him, though I suspect the warriors of Skal'daja and the apostates will soon learn how hard he is to kill.
He asked me what it means to be a swordsman. I answered that it was an artform that allowed the practitioner to shape the world. I had not thought about it before, and when I reflected on it later - for in the clash of blades I had hardly the space to follow any path of thought save the one in front of me - I think I would say the same thing of poetry. They are a means of expressing oneself and influencing the world. My father would laugh at this notion. 'Sophistry' he would roar, and say 'poetry is for the idle and useless. The axe is for honor' or some such words.
For me, the meaning of swordsmanship lies in protecting what I love, winning renown for Gloria, and those who taught me, and living out my vows. It is pleasing and interesting in its movements. It takes life and protects it, making the sword artist the emissary of the Queen, and the guardian of Lagoma.
It was good to see Ian again, even as we stand on the brink of war. My prayers go with him, though I suspect the warriors of Skal'daja and the apostates will soon learn how hard he is to kill.
Written By Teague
Dec. 28, 2020, 9:04 a.m.(8/24/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
We all have our wars. We all have our battles. I will be going with my friend. To protect his lands, he fears they will be attacked. I refuse to let him stand alone. Maybe it will be sightseeing or maybe a siege. Either way I will stand beside him, I will make sure he returns to his wife.
Written By Brianna
Dec. 21, 2020, 5:31 p.m.(8/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Today, while we were sparring, Ian asked me what it means to be a warrior.
I said that it means I use my body to protect those who can't protect themselves. My family. Those kids down at the Tragedy. If I can put my body between them and those who wish to harm them, I'm fulfilling my purpose.
I said that it means I use my body to protect those who can't protect themselves. My family. Those kids down at the Tragedy. If I can put my body between them and those who wish to harm them, I'm fulfilling my purpose.
Written By Teague
Dec. 16, 2020, 9:41 a.m.(7/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I will beat you one day. But for now, we share a drink, spar, fight, war together. You have my blade at your side, my friend.
Written By Teague
Dec. 16, 2020, 9:40 a.m.(7/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I will beat you one day till then share a drink, spar, fight, war together. You have my blade at your side, my friend.
Written By Aethan
Nov. 22, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Beloved brother
Written By Monique
Oct. 25, 2020, 1:09 p.m.(4/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
A true good sport. I have never seen someone so willing to be garroted to help others learn. Questionable sanity, but great heart and teaching.
Written By Lucita
July 25, 2020, 1:10 p.m.(9/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Seven years Lord Ian and I have been friends and shared good times and bad ones. The gods must be watching over us for us to have survived as long as we have. And oh, I do hope he will NOT share his glitter with me, I have enough to cope with the things the twins manage to do.
Written By Amieli
June 30, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Yet another friend, mentor, and simply brilliant person to feel inadequate beside. But adventures with him truly are the best.
Written By Sunaia
May 31, 2020, 10:29 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I sparred with Lord Ian Kennex. ...No, I don't regret it; but, if you know him well enough to know that I, perhaps, should, you'll understand why I'm limping. He didn't hit me hard; but every single strike seemed planned - as if to strike in exactly the spot that would level me. I'm not used to being beaten by someone who just stands there, making me do all the work to try to get in. And paying for it doubly, since he wore me out more than men I've sparred with who also move about on the sands.
I've asked for lessons. Gratefully, he's agreed, saying that my level head is to my benefit. I can't express how much that means to me, quite frankly - considering the number of people I've met who think I'm odd for not having an ill temperament or becoming angry.
...No. In fact, I don't get angry, for all the passion I have regarding many things. I cry; I howl; I evoke my sorrows -- but, no, Scholar; I don't get angry, not like most people I've seen. It's a waste, to do so, and I don't think it would serve me at all.
It's easier without it, actually. And I'm sure it's what helps me to stay on my feet.
I've asked for lessons. Gratefully, he's agreed, saying that my level head is to my benefit. I can't express how much that means to me, quite frankly - considering the number of people I've met who think I'm odd for not having an ill temperament or becoming angry.
...No. In fact, I don't get angry, for all the passion I have regarding many things. I cry; I howl; I evoke my sorrows -- but, no, Scholar; I don't get angry, not like most people I've seen. It's a waste, to do so, and I don't think it would serve me at all.
It's easier without it, actually. And I'm sure it's what helps me to stay on my feet.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:20 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
That said, Ian - jokes aside -
I'm glad you're alright.
I'm glad you're alright.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:14 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
As a sailor - or rather, as a *leader* of sailors, I'm naturally inclined toward bursts of action. A frenetic dance with a storm, a skirmish with another vessel, that moment of gut-wrenching adrenaline when you see a wave taller than your mainmast coming at you side-on - moments of terrifying energy and strife in an otherwise relatively calm vocation.
This means that tasks based around endurance and repetition do *not* come naturally to me. This being a weakness of mine, my tutor - Lord Ian Kennex - has assigned me the stimulating task of running. A lot.
I can't say I fault his logic - the rational part of my mind accepts and appreciates his advice, and I'm grateful for his tuition - especially given his recent ordeals.
However, after countless laps of the Gauntlet, the irrational part of my mind feels like it's dying and wants to vomit, possibly cry a little, then curl up and go to sleep.
I am trying *very hard* not to resent the Kennex Lord.
This means that tasks based around endurance and repetition do *not* come naturally to me. This being a weakness of mine, my tutor - Lord Ian Kennex - has assigned me the stimulating task of running. A lot.
I can't say I fault his logic - the rational part of my mind accepts and appreciates his advice, and I'm grateful for his tuition - especially given his recent ordeals.
However, after countless laps of the Gauntlet, the irrational part of my mind feels like it's dying and wants to vomit, possibly cry a little, then curl up and go to sleep.
I am trying *very hard* not to resent the Kennex Lord.
Written By Lucita
March 28, 2020, 8:02 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Yes, you got a hug. Much better to get a hug for surviving than the alternate.
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