Written By Amari
Jan. 22, 2024, 7:56 p.m.(8/9/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Baron Norwood had set out to stop a great foe, one who had been terrorizing the West for years. Together we spent many fruitless days hunting down the elusive Knight of the Breach and his Warhammer of Woe. It seemed no matter what, we were forever a step behind, a day too late, or had zigged when we ought to have zagged. You can imagine our frustration. He seemed to almost kill and destroy solely to taunt us as we pursued him in vain. Entire villages were massacred and left piles of rubble in his wake.
That changed when he discovered that House Redire was more than simply an old forgotten name being taken up by a foolish lady with delusions. It was not an empty thing with nothing behind it but the memories of those sylv'alfar he'd slaughtered during the War. No, they lived again. They woke in Reveillon and he turned toward it at once. There was no attempt made to conceal his path. His bloody intent was clear.
When we learned his destination, together we rushed to intercept him there. House Clement summoned their army from Duskshire, I rallied my own brave few just as a foul legion of every evil creature imaginable came pouring out of the woods. It was a vast army of robed cultists carrying inverted Gloria banners, centipede legged monstrosities, Knights of the Swarm, dark mages and their demonic servants.
Together we fought an impossible losing battle against all odds.
When all seemed lost despite all our courage and resolve, Norwood saved us. He put himself bodily between the Knight of the Breach and the walls of the bastion. Our foe revealed his true self then; it was Grimthog Two-Head. It was the same Duke of Grayhill that brought ruin and death to House Redire five hundred years before. Undeterred, Norwood fought on. Even after Queensguard was shattered, he fought on. Even after he was pinned to the ground by Grimthog's hammer and mortally wounded, he fought on.
With the last of his strength, Norwood broke Sunderfall, the Hammer of Woe. Every last abomination was destroyed with it, including the worst of them; Grimthog. The Tyrant's slaves all collapsed and fell to dust in an instant. Norwood had saved us all.
Norwood was too humble to ever have bragged of this, if he'd lived. He wouldn't have wanted to be lauded for simply doing his duty. I chose to record it now so that future generations may know some of the story. And so knowing, should they ever visit Reveillon, and wonder over the rough slab of Artshall granite stood on its end in the field before the castle walls, they would pause there, where he so valiantly fell, and think of Norwood.
He was a true friend.
Written By Amari
April 28, 2021, 8:53 p.m.(5/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Cristoph
April 17, 2021, 6:24 p.m.(4/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Cristoph
March 7, 2021, 6:43 p.m.(1/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:53 a.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Once upon a time, I was bleeding out on the field of battle, near death. The good baron rode his horse straight across the field to pluck me from that fate, unfortunately I was too heavy and he fell off of the horse.
There's a certain 'what goes around, comes around' to this scenario. I attempted to pluck Baron Norwood from the water! Only to be pulled down as well. Really, this is probably symbolic of our entire relationship. Just endlessly tripping over one another while trying to commit good acts.
Written By Esme
May 15, 2020, 9:27 p.m.(4/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
It's a mini horse... in a sweater...
You are the best Nor that ever Wooded, or the best Wood that ever Norred.
You are the best of so many things I'm not supposed to say because then your face turns red and you walk away and I get ponies, but really like the best of the best. I mean really best.
Um. I mean. Thank you
Written By Iseulet
April 4, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(1/19/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
My heart skips a beat in anticipation.
Written By Esme
March 29, 2020, 12:15 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Thank you as well. I put out a call for warm clothing and not only did you send me something, you didn't even charge. Better yet, it is that new ironwool fabric. Thank you for the rose in the midst of winter ironwool lined cape. I am already wearing it around Arx.
Written By Amari
March 24, 2020, 10:49 p.m.(12/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
I will, of course, help see a shrine built and properly dedicated to Petrichor in its place.
Written By Kedehern
Feb. 2, 2020, 9:29 a.m.(9.13760333994709/8.705787037037037/1012.6781336116622 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Baelor
Feb. 2, 2020, 3:05 a.m.(9.118587136243386/7.64087962962963/1012.6765489280203 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Perhaps might settle with my sister of her house.
Written By Esme
Jan. 28, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(8.816930803571427/25.748125/1012.6514109002976 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Do love one another though, any that read this. Especially in times as these.
Written By Amari
Jan. 6, 2020, 6:38 p.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Jael
Oct. 6, 2019, 5:10 p.m.(12/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Amari
Sept. 22, 2019, 11:26 a.m.(11/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Cristoph
Aug. 4, 2019, 7:47 p.m.(8/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Cristoph
July 7, 2019, 11:15 a.m.(6/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Eddard
June 12, 2019, 6:22 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
"Do not let a woman who decorates her buttocks deceive you. By wily coaxing, for she is after your granary."
The fashion of olden times perplexes me.
Written By Cristoph
June 9, 2019, 11:04 p.m.(4/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Written By Eddard
May 31, 2019, 7:35 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
If I fall from this world and leave it behind, know that I probably died doing what I loved. Or stabbed. Probably the latter. I hope not to die, but circumstances seemed to shift around me and beneath my feet. My coffin is purchased and prepared already, remove all the clothes from it first. They are the clothes that are dead to me, feel free to burn them in my pyre.
First, and foremost. Baron Norwood Clement is charged with the care and consoling of Tycho, the Reindeer.
Give my cutlass to the next best fanciful idiot with red hair and an incurable lack of sense.
Give my waistcoats to the community gardens scarecrows and my frockcoats to the bearers of my coffins. Do not expect my uncle to be able to tell the difference.
For my dresses, they must go to the leggiest, sultriest blonde in the Oathlands ward. Baron Norwood Clement must be the one doing the looking and judging. I expect a written white journal as to why she was chosen.
I expect everyone in attendance of my funeral to wear flannel. Even the King. Especially the king.
I would like a Redrain throat yodeler to 'sing' as I am laid to rest.
All compliments must be spoken in the form of insults. For example, "He was the human embodiment of a puff pastry. Tasty for a moment but without substance or sustenance." Also, "He used his wit like a bull uses its horns, he slammed them into everything to see if it would fall over."
I have nothing to give to whom I may love in particular, because I never hesitated to give when I was alive.
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