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.
Written By Aldwin
May 2, 2017, 9:56 p.m.(5/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
I had my worries about Princess Ophelia when she first came to visit. The conversation was quite serious and the topic one that, I have to say, she handled better than I expected. She has proven to be charming company. I do fear for the songbirds in Arx though. I will have to tell Orazio to keep his caged lest she get to it.
Written By Aldwin
April 13, 2017, 11:09 a.m.(4/7/1006 AR)
A copy of An Open Letter to the Faith
In Arvum, in the Compact, we recognize two sets of laws that we abide by as a nation: The laws of man, and the laws of the gods. The laws of man are those set by one's liege or by the Crown; they are judged by one's liege or those delegated that authority. The laws of the gods are those dictated by our divine beings which prohibit or constrict our actions based on their natures. These latter are the laws that, when broken, the gods judge and which the Faith must take action.
To state clearly, so there is no misunderstanding here: the Faith of the Pantheon claims no jurisdiction over the judgement of the laws of men, save where the Faith acts as liege over the accused and the accused has broken the rules of the Faith. We are not here to judge an individual for being a murderer, for being a thief, or breaking any of the other laws of the Compact that are not spiritual in nature. Such individuals would be turned over to the judgement of the legal authority in question - as was done with Brother Fawkuhl when he was given to the care of the Iron Guard. The Lords of the Land, or their chosen - such as Chief Magistrate Octavia Kennex - hold these rights.
Now on the matter of what the Faith does have as jurisdiction are those matters which impugne the nature of the Pantheon. The Faith has an obligation and duty to the Pantheon to seek out and speak against those acts which go against the nature of our gods. We must stand firm in our conviction to our gods as a sign to others of where the righteous path is. We must lift our voice above the din and call out that which is against our gods. That is the divine mandate of the Faith.
As I stated in a previous proclomation, our gods are the gods of our aspirational ideals. Their natures are the pure and uncompromised essence of those ideals. While Baroness Kima speaks of men who can only see all Good and all Bad, this is a very true statement for the gods themselves. They each see our world through the lens of their ideal, and so view us all in the blacks and whites of their vision accordingly. The Sentinel judges because that is its nature. With this in mind it is important to understand that as the Voice of the Pantheon it is my responsibility to make their voice heard without filter.
There are differences in the actual judgements of men and those of the Faith, however. The judgement of men is often punitive - a punishment inflicted as a result. The judgement of the faith starts as prescriptive - a warning to guide someone back to the path they should be on. The Faith SHOULD condemn an ACT that is committed, and not the person that commits it. In this manner someone might see that area in which they erred but still know that while they erred, they still enjoy the embrace of the Faith and the gods and have a chance to repent and atone.
I wish to make clear my view on this as well. Diplomacy is the art of men to make compromise. The gods cannot, should not, and will not be compromised. If you see something that goes against them then you have a responsibility to stand against it. How you are to do this, though, requires a deft touch. It must not be so brash or so direct that it causes the hearts of men to harden against the lesson to be learned. We must always leave an opening for someone to earn forgivness, and not make them feel condemned only.
We are the spiritual parents of the Pantheon and must guide our children. A child will lie; a parent still loves them and teaches them why it is wrong to lie. A child will fight; a parent still loves them and teaches them why unnecessary violence is wrong. Like a parent, we must teach our children an ACT is wrong and not make them feel as if they, themselves, are bad for having done so in their ignorance of right or wrong.
In Arvum, in the Compact, we recognize two sets of laws that we abide by as a nation: The laws of man, and the laws of the gods. The laws of man are those set by one's liege or by the Crown; they are judged by one's liege or those delegated that authority. The laws of the gods are those dictated by our divine beings which prohibit or constrict our actions based on their natures. These latter are the laws that, when broken, the gods judge and which the Faith must take action.
To state clearly, so there is no misunderstanding here: the Faith of the Pantheon claims no jurisdiction over the judgement of the laws of men, save where the Faith acts as liege over the accused and the accused has broken the rules of the Faith. We are not here to judge an individual for being a murderer, for being a thief, or breaking any of the other laws of the Compact that are not spiritual in nature. Such individuals would be turned over to the judgement of the legal authority in question - as was done with Brother Fawkuhl when he was given to the care of the Iron Guard. The Lords of the Land, or their chosen - such as Chief Magistrate Octavia Kennex - hold these rights.
Now on the matter of what the Faith does have as jurisdiction are those matters which impugne the nature of the Pantheon. The Faith has an obligation and duty to the Pantheon to seek out and speak against those acts which go against the nature of our gods. We must stand firm in our conviction to our gods as a sign to others of where the righteous path is. We must lift our voice above the din and call out that which is against our gods. That is the divine mandate of the Faith.
As I stated in a previous proclomation, our gods are the gods of our aspirational ideals. Their natures are the pure and uncompromised essence of those ideals. While Baroness Kima speaks of men who can only see all Good and all Bad, this is a very true statement for the gods themselves. They each see our world through the lens of their ideal, and so view us all in the blacks and whites of their vision accordingly. The Sentinel judges because that is its nature. With this in mind it is important to understand that as the Voice of the Pantheon it is my responsibility to make their voice heard without filter.
There are differences in the actual judgements of men and those of the Faith, however. The judgement of men is often punitive - a punishment inflicted as a result. The judgement of the faith starts as prescriptive - a warning to guide someone back to the path they should be on. The Faith SHOULD condemn an ACT that is committed, and not the person that commits it. In this manner someone might see that area in which they erred but still know that while they erred, they still enjoy the embrace of the Faith and the gods and have a chance to repent and atone.
I wish to make clear my view on this as well. Diplomacy is the art of men to make compromise. The gods cannot, should not, and will not be compromised. If you see something that goes against them then you have a responsibility to stand against it. How you are to do this, though, requires a deft touch. It must not be so brash or so direct that it causes the hearts of men to harden against the lesson to be learned. We must always leave an opening for someone to earn forgivness, and not make them feel condemned only.
We are the spiritual parents of the Pantheon and must guide our children. A child will lie; a parent still loves them and teaches them why it is wrong to lie. A child will fight; a parent still loves them and teaches them why unnecessary violence is wrong. Like a parent, we must teach our children an ACT is wrong and not make them feel as if they, themselves, are bad for having done so in their ignorance of right or wrong.
Written By Aldwin
March 23, 2017, 6:48 a.m.(2/21/1006 AR)
I have long had a fascination with the Hall of Heroes. Of particular note are the heroes who stood in the front room, the Metallic Order and others who were not of the Compact but gave their lives in its defense. I have documented matters of their lives before, and offered their tales up as inspiration to those who needed it in these troubled times. Recently I received a great gift - a recollection of one who witnessed that horrible time at the Reckoning. It has struck with me, and I wanted to share a piece of it now.
"But under it, beneath it, all I saw was a man, suffering beyond all endurance and challenged beyond all measure, who refused to die while we still needed him. The wonders and terrors of that day may fade into song and legend, but all that I will truly remember til my last day is the image of a single soul struggling to stand as all the Abyss sought to make him kneel."
Those are powerful words from a journal of one who saw Lord Gold fight for the survival of civilization. She did not say that he called forth the flames of Elysia, or that he glowed with Lagoma's favor. I call these powerful words because they show the depth of capability the human spirit has. Goldenpyre stood against those who would make him knee; he fought for Arx because he felt he had to, and he refused to give in. That is the greatest power of all: conviction. And his was the greatest gift: a love of others that drove him to sacrifice that we might, today, know existence.
"But under it, beneath it, all I saw was a man, suffering beyond all endurance and challenged beyond all measure, who refused to die while we still needed him. The wonders and terrors of that day may fade into song and legend, but all that I will truly remember til my last day is the image of a single soul struggling to stand as all the Abyss sought to make him kneel."
Those are powerful words from a journal of one who saw Lord Gold fight for the survival of civilization. She did not say that he called forth the flames of Elysia, or that he glowed with Lagoma's favor. I call these powerful words because they show the depth of capability the human spirit has. Goldenpyre stood against those who would make him knee; he fought for Arx because he felt he had to, and he refused to give in. That is the greatest power of all: conviction. And his was the greatest gift: a love of others that drove him to sacrifice that we might, today, know existence.
Written By Aldwin
March 23, 2017, 6:39 a.m.(2/21/1006 AR)
With the Bringers and Shav'arvani that serve them engaged in battle and closing in on Arx, the city has grown restless. I am thankful for those who have joined in on the walks of prayer and guidance through the city - Sister Umay and Archscholar Bianca - as well as the aid of the Mercies - Mercy Sophie has been invaluablue - as these have brought some calm to the populace. 10,000 Knights and Arsmen have been mustered in Arx to prepare for what makes its way through the Gray Forest, and thousands more joined the likes of Duke Cristoph and Marquessa Demura to harry the invaders before they arrive.
With Tolamar Brand on his way, I take further heartening in the Compact and the strength it has managed to show. While the White Stewards have done their best to fracture us, we have still pulled together and accomplished something wonderful. Officially now I record this, though the deed is now somewhat in the past: we have annointed the Paladins and they will stand strong in faith and will against the likes of this Herald. Once this war is over, I will arrange a proper thank you for those who contributed to the effort. Let it here be recorded, though, for posterity:
To the Lady Aislin Ashford and her group of investigators, the Faith thanks you for finding Palladium's notes.
To those who contributed to the required sacrifice, the Faith thanks you as well.
Redrain: <<2,000 economic resources>>
The Crown: <<1500>>
Valardin: <<1,500>>
Grayson: <<1,389>>
Velenosa: <<1,000>>Rubino-Zafria: <<1,000>>
The Silver Consortium: <<1,000>>
Grayhope: <<850>>
Golden Hart: <<707>>
Sir Aleksei Morgan: <<366>>
And to the Disciples, Godsworn, and others of the Faith who dilligent worked to raise over 2,000 as well, my thanks.
All who came together for this effort are owed a debt of grattitude by the Compact.
With Tolamar Brand on his way, I take further heartening in the Compact and the strength it has managed to show. While the White Stewards have done their best to fracture us, we have still pulled together and accomplished something wonderful. Officially now I record this, though the deed is now somewhat in the past: we have annointed the Paladins and they will stand strong in faith and will against the likes of this Herald. Once this war is over, I will arrange a proper thank you for those who contributed to the effort. Let it here be recorded, though, for posterity:
To the Lady Aislin Ashford and her group of investigators, the Faith thanks you for finding Palladium's notes.
To those who contributed to the required sacrifice, the Faith thanks you as well.
Redrain: <<2,000 economic resources>>
The Crown: <<1500>>
Valardin: <<1,500>>
Grayson: <<1,389>>
Velenosa: <<1,000>>Rubino-Zafria: <<1,000>>
The Silver Consortium: <<1,000>>
Grayhope: <<850>>
Golden Hart: <<707>>
Sir Aleksei Morgan: <<366>>
And to the Disciples, Godsworn, and others of the Faith who dilligent worked to raise over 2,000 as well, my thanks.
All who came together for this effort are owed a debt of grattitude by the Compact.
Written By Aldwin
March 12, 2017, 9:32 a.m.(1/27/1006 AR)
The actions of Brother Fawkuhl, still missing, left a deep wound between the Faith and the Shamans to the north. This is a wound that needs not exist, and one that I am pleased to say many have been willing to help heal. Prince Darren and Princess Drea have both reached out; Princess Freja has been delightful in her own offers. Yet it is the efforts of Lord Rowan and Lady Khanne that have touched my own heart the most on the matter. The two of them recently sent the Faith a massive working of their own in order to honor the traditions of the Faith and the Compact.
I am quite pleased with the totem that has been delivered to the rectory and accept this donation for the Faith in the spirit it was given. Donations are never about the monetary value, dear readers. It is about the effort, the time, the sincerity behind the donation and how much it means to the giver. We accept this totem and recognize the craftsmanship, the effort, the sweat and labor that went into it.
Lord Rowan and Lady Khanne have my thanks for it.
I just need to determine where to put this thing.
I am quite pleased with the totem that has been delivered to the rectory and accept this donation for the Faith in the spirit it was given. Donations are never about the monetary value, dear readers. It is about the effort, the time, the sincerity behind the donation and how much it means to the giver. We accept this totem and recognize the craftsmanship, the effort, the sweat and labor that went into it.
Lord Rowan and Lady Khanne have my thanks for it.
I just need to determine where to put this thing.
Written By Aldwin
Jan. 20, 2017, 7:09 a.m.(9/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
I woke this morning from fitful sleep and began to read the reports of my Scholars that had came in overnight. Among them I see claim that one I have met previously, though not spoken to in a long while, has been proclaimed by groups of Shav'arvani as Princess Ianthe Mairin. I have some concerns over this situation - not Ianthe, for she seemed ernest and sweet enough when I met her.
House Mairin did not join the compact when King Alar Grayson formed it. This is the basis of why House Thrax is the High House of the Isles today. Seeing that Mairin, their liege, was not going to join the Compact and knowing that without such a treaty in place they would be lost to the Reckoning, House Thrax waged a brutal and bloody war on House Mairin that resulted in the supposed destruction of all of Mairin. Thrax then bent knee and join Alar's Compact. I am not surprised that someone, or several someones, of the Mairin line survived the ordeal and the line continued. This is a theme we see throughout history (Velenosa being an example of one that has used that to their advantage).
From a strictly legal standpoint though, according to the historical knowledge left to us, Mairin never entered the Compact. So any Shav'arvani coming to swear their fealty to a scion of House Mairin are still Shav'arvani and not Prodigals. Many were the Houses left out of the Compact during those dark days. This is, in fact, why we call them Shav'arvani: abandoned. But remembering that one was of noble or royal blood a thousand years ago does not suddenly make one a noble of the Compact now.
I have some hope that this will be one of the more peaceful puzzles I get to mull over this year.
House Mairin did not join the compact when King Alar Grayson formed it. This is the basis of why House Thrax is the High House of the Isles today. Seeing that Mairin, their liege, was not going to join the Compact and knowing that without such a treaty in place they would be lost to the Reckoning, House Thrax waged a brutal and bloody war on House Mairin that resulted in the supposed destruction of all of Mairin. Thrax then bent knee and join Alar's Compact. I am not surprised that someone, or several someones, of the Mairin line survived the ordeal and the line continued. This is a theme we see throughout history (Velenosa being an example of one that has used that to their advantage).
From a strictly legal standpoint though, according to the historical knowledge left to us, Mairin never entered the Compact. So any Shav'arvani coming to swear their fealty to a scion of House Mairin are still Shav'arvani and not Prodigals. Many were the Houses left out of the Compact during those dark days. This is, in fact, why we call them Shav'arvani: abandoned. But remembering that one was of noble or royal blood a thousand years ago does not suddenly make one a noble of the Compact now.
I have some hope that this will be one of the more peaceful puzzles I get to mull over this year.
Written By Aldwin
Jan. 9, 2017, 7:46 a.m.(8/12/1005 AR)
The Metallic Order: Iron
"Iron Guard, to me! With iron we'll cast the demons screaming back to the hell that spawned them! With our blood we purchase victory for Arx and the Compact! Iron and blood, now and forever! WE RIDE!"
Those are the last recorded words of Iron as found in the Hall of Heroes. It is not much to go on, considering the heroics of this man inspired the formation of Arx's Iron Guard. As Arx reels from the betrayal of Everard Telmar, I think it is important for everyone to remember how the Iron Guard was founded, and perhaps draw some inspiration from the man that gave the institution both its name and its motto.
Iron was a mage and knight of the Platinum Empire's Metallic Order. When the Reckoning came, he and the others arrived to defend Arx from the perils of the day. Iron was a stern man, and one might assume that his chosen name for that order aligned with his personality. Iron was the military leader of the Order, formulating their battle plans and coordinating the defense of our beloved city. It is said he was a fatherly figure to the younger members of the Order, with a kind heart.
It is interesting that Iron is not depicted as wielding magic in our statue of him as some of the others were said to. This is because Iron was, first and foremost, a warrior and a general. He rode his horse into battle at the front lines, calling out his orders to his men and women from the front. He clashed with the enemy from the front, inspiring those around him to keep fighting and follow his example. Iron was a juggernaut on the battlefield, and few who saw him ever wrote of anything else.
Iron's death during the Reckoning, as he charged into the horde that surrounded the city, is what bought Arx its victory in that war.
Iron and Blood, now and forever.
Iron and Blood.
"Iron Guard, to me! With iron we'll cast the demons screaming back to the hell that spawned them! With our blood we purchase victory for Arx and the Compact! Iron and blood, now and forever! WE RIDE!"
Those are the last recorded words of Iron as found in the Hall of Heroes. It is not much to go on, considering the heroics of this man inspired the formation of Arx's Iron Guard. As Arx reels from the betrayal of Everard Telmar, I think it is important for everyone to remember how the Iron Guard was founded, and perhaps draw some inspiration from the man that gave the institution both its name and its motto.
Iron was a mage and knight of the Platinum Empire's Metallic Order. When the Reckoning came, he and the others arrived to defend Arx from the perils of the day. Iron was a stern man, and one might assume that his chosen name for that order aligned with his personality. Iron was the military leader of the Order, formulating their battle plans and coordinating the defense of our beloved city. It is said he was a fatherly figure to the younger members of the Order, with a kind heart.
It is interesting that Iron is not depicted as wielding magic in our statue of him as some of the others were said to. This is because Iron was, first and foremost, a warrior and a general. He rode his horse into battle at the front lines, calling out his orders to his men and women from the front. He clashed with the enemy from the front, inspiring those around him to keep fighting and follow his example. Iron was a juggernaut on the battlefield, and few who saw him ever wrote of anything else.
Iron's death during the Reckoning, as he charged into the horde that surrounded the city, is what bought Arx its victory in that war.
Iron and Blood, now and forever.
Iron and Blood.
Written By Aldwin
Jan. 6, 2017, 7:54 a.m.(8/3/1005 AR)
There were Scholars in attendance at the Assembly of Peers who have captured what happened for the historical record, and these entries will be added to the Archive. I dedicate this journal not to add another entry on what happened, or even to pen my thoughts on that; those I will capture in my Black Reflections. Rather, I pen this to try and answer some of the questions that did not get answered last night.
The Kings Rest
According to the lore of the Nox'Alfar, King Alaric IV is under the effects of a curse called the Excilium Noctis. It is a curse that the Nox'Alfar reserve for those that they share blood with, and only used in those circumstances where death is not an acceptable punishment. Kings do not kill kings, but King Alaric IV interrupted a sacred ritual of the Nox'alfar, and so King Calithex of the Night Court felt he had to be punished. The Excilium Noctis was used.
This curse, according to the Nox'alfar, sends the spirit of its victim into the Shining Lands. Some small tether is kept in place to keep the body from dying, but the spirit itself is trapped in the Shining Lands and stripped of most of its sense of self. It is removed from the cycle of rebirth during this period, and kept from moving from he Shining Lands for the duration. There were those who asked if the Nox'alfar would return our King to us if we did as they ask, bu the answers is that the cannot. Only one of our Lost Gods, The Queen of Endings and Beginnings, the Lady Death, can return our King' soul to him.
Why We Provide 13 Sacrifices
Yes, there are others that could be brought into the abhorrent practice of ritual sacrifice. There are likely those from the various Keepers of the Teind that would volunteer for this ritual. The Compact was asked to provide 13 sacrifices to show our contrition for interrupting the ritual.
It is also easy to jump to the conclusion that 13 sacrifices are needed so that one might be dedicated to each god of the Pantheon, but this would be incorrect. The gods of the Pantheon do not demand a blood sacrifice. This is a practice that is found abhorrent by our gods. In occult circles, 12 is the number that has been used to represent a perfect world, with 13, being one more, pushing things into the supernatural. This is the symbol behind 13 victims for their sacrifice; a representation of supernatural power.
I remind those who read this that the official doctrine of the Faith of the Pantheon is still that blood magic is a terrible practice and to be condemned, not condoned. Take a lesson from the testimony provided about the White Stewards and seek always to understand what is placed before you, rather than just accepting. The gods of the Pantheon will provide miracles to the devout in need, but they will not ask for blood in exchange for it. Do not be fooled by the false prophets of our enemies.
May Vellichor grant us all Understanding.
The Kings Rest
According to the lore of the Nox'Alfar, King Alaric IV is under the effects of a curse called the Excilium Noctis. It is a curse that the Nox'Alfar reserve for those that they share blood with, and only used in those circumstances where death is not an acceptable punishment. Kings do not kill kings, but King Alaric IV interrupted a sacred ritual of the Nox'alfar, and so King Calithex of the Night Court felt he had to be punished. The Excilium Noctis was used.
This curse, according to the Nox'alfar, sends the spirit of its victim into the Shining Lands. Some small tether is kept in place to keep the body from dying, but the spirit itself is trapped in the Shining Lands and stripped of most of its sense of self. It is removed from the cycle of rebirth during this period, and kept from moving from he Shining Lands for the duration. There were those who asked if the Nox'alfar would return our King to us if we did as they ask, bu the answers is that the cannot. Only one of our Lost Gods, The Queen of Endings and Beginnings, the Lady Death, can return our King' soul to him.
Why We Provide 13 Sacrifices
Yes, there are others that could be brought into the abhorrent practice of ritual sacrifice. There are likely those from the various Keepers of the Teind that would volunteer for this ritual. The Compact was asked to provide 13 sacrifices to show our contrition for interrupting the ritual.
It is also easy to jump to the conclusion that 13 sacrifices are needed so that one might be dedicated to each god of the Pantheon, but this would be incorrect. The gods of the Pantheon do not demand a blood sacrifice. This is a practice that is found abhorrent by our gods. In occult circles, 12 is the number that has been used to represent a perfect world, with 13, being one more, pushing things into the supernatural. This is the symbol behind 13 victims for their sacrifice; a representation of supernatural power.
I remind those who read this that the official doctrine of the Faith of the Pantheon is still that blood magic is a terrible practice and to be condemned, not condoned. Take a lesson from the testimony provided about the White Stewards and seek always to understand what is placed before you, rather than just accepting. The gods of the Pantheon will provide miracles to the devout in need, but they will not ask for blood in exchange for it. Do not be fooled by the false prophets of our enemies.
May Vellichor grant us all Understanding.
Written By Aldwin
Jan. 4, 2017, 4:16 p.m.(7/26/1005 AR)
Writing Our Legacy
An Excerpt on White Journals
During the Reckoning, Vellichor commanded that the most learned among the population should devote themselves to safeguarding the knowledge of mankind, and that all, whether low born or high, should be allowed to keep a record of their lives in the form of journals. We do this in honor of Vellichor's sacrifice and to fulfill the commandment of one of our gods, and any reading these words is likely familiar with our White Journals and Black Reflections.
White Journals have been a mainstay of our society for over a thousand years. They not only fulfill Vellichor's requirements to us as a people, but they also provide us a way to aid ourselves. The God of Wisdom shows himself worthy of his appellation in this way. Not only do we write as a form of offering and worship to the God of Histories, but we provide a historical record and a medium to capture knowledge that we, ourselves, may use for our own edification. Keeping up with the White Journals often leaves us with a problem that many struggle with: is what I write worthy of Vellichor?
As Archscholar, one of the most frequent questions I have receive has been whether or not something was worthy of a journal, and was worthy of inclusion in the Archives. Sometimes this comes with regret, when an evening of drinking and revelry has lead to documenting what might otherwise be a regrettable evening. Sometimes this comes from one person trying to look down their nose on another's writings. I can say surety that in any truth we write in our white journals is a worthy offering of Vellichor.
When a Scholar, or any curious mind of the realm, looks through the Archives and pulls forth a journal in research, they can use even the most minute bits of writing to help a distant period of time or a far-flung corner of the realm come to life. We do not mind vulgarity in the Journals, if you are one to use vulgarity. We do not mind if you decide to document your fornication, if that is important to you. We use the writing we have to learn, and learning includes getting a feel for the author. Ask any who have studied the works of King Tyrval and they will tell you that his writing, though often enough not about a scholarly subject, help paint a picture of the man himself.
While I might caution many to think about the presentation they will make of themselves when others read their journals, the truth is that my strongest desire is that the true self shows through.
An Excerpt on White Journals
During the Reckoning, Vellichor commanded that the most learned among the population should devote themselves to safeguarding the knowledge of mankind, and that all, whether low born or high, should be allowed to keep a record of their lives in the form of journals. We do this in honor of Vellichor's sacrifice and to fulfill the commandment of one of our gods, and any reading these words is likely familiar with our White Journals and Black Reflections.
White Journals have been a mainstay of our society for over a thousand years. They not only fulfill Vellichor's requirements to us as a people, but they also provide us a way to aid ourselves. The God of Wisdom shows himself worthy of his appellation in this way. Not only do we write as a form of offering and worship to the God of Histories, but we provide a historical record and a medium to capture knowledge that we, ourselves, may use for our own edification. Keeping up with the White Journals often leaves us with a problem that many struggle with: is what I write worthy of Vellichor?
As Archscholar, one of the most frequent questions I have receive has been whether or not something was worthy of a journal, and was worthy of inclusion in the Archives. Sometimes this comes with regret, when an evening of drinking and revelry has lead to documenting what might otherwise be a regrettable evening. Sometimes this comes from one person trying to look down their nose on another's writings. I can say surety that in any truth we write in our white journals is a worthy offering of Vellichor.
When a Scholar, or any curious mind of the realm, looks through the Archives and pulls forth a journal in research, they can use even the most minute bits of writing to help a distant period of time or a far-flung corner of the realm come to life. We do not mind vulgarity in the Journals, if you are one to use vulgarity. We do not mind if you decide to document your fornication, if that is important to you. We use the writing we have to learn, and learning includes getting a feel for the author. Ask any who have studied the works of King Tyrval and they will tell you that his writing, though often enough not about a scholarly subject, help paint a picture of the man himself.
While I might caution many to think about the presentation they will make of themselves when others read their journals, the truth is that my strongest desire is that the true self shows through.
Written By Aldwin
Jan. 4, 2017, 8:31 a.m.(7/25/1005 AR)
In the front hall of the Hall of Heroes are the tombs of those who gave their lives for the defense of Arx, yet were not of Arx. They were not members of the Compact. They were not nobles of the Realm, as you see in many of the other wings. They were not commoners, as many of us are. They were strangers that came from distant lands and rallied in the defense of our people during our time of need. In my time as Archscholar, I have had many conversations with people in that hall. We have talked about the inspiration that they are to us, personally, and how they spark the imagination as giants of unknown history. Of those there, the Metallic Order have always resonated the most with me.
Lilah Shay, known as Silver, is among the most inspiring. Her placard does not contain her last words. There's no inspiring speech given. Instead, what you have is an account of how her gallantry inspired those around her to rally to her call and help hold back the darkness they were facing. She lead the charge against Galrigor, caring more for the safety of the wounded and infirm than for herself.
It was this gallantry that went on to inspire the Silver Guard, known now as the Knights of Solace. Grandmaster Donovan Valardin of the Knights of Solace wrote one of the first white journals after the Great Fire of Arx to be stored in the newly built Great Archive, delivered to the Archive posthumously. "The Silver Order has been nearly extinguished in the war against the Sylv'alfar. We've long been the guardians of the roads, the caretakers of pilgrims, and the Sylv'alfar claim all the wilds and most of the lands between the remaining strongholds of man have been lost to us. The last of us are gathered near Samar's ruins of Eastguard, where two thousand refugees of the sick and wounded lay behind us, with Legion's hounds closing in. We are cut off, but word has come that Alarice's host is two days from us. The men believe we cannot hold, but I told them of the story Lilah Shay. We founded our order to honor her memory, as the member of the Metallic Order that died so the defenseless might survive. We founded our order with the words, 'As Arx endures, we will remember.' We do not have her light, nor any of the gifts of the Metallics, but we have our swords, our will, and our strength of honor. We need to hold for two days. I pray to the gods that is enough. If we succeed, I ask for this letter to be preserved. -Grandmaster Donovan, Lord Commander of the Silver Order of the Knights of Solace"
To me, Lilah Shay's legacy is not some idea that she could summon a light to hold back literal darkness, but rather it is one of courage and hope. She was an inspiration, and many heroic deeds have been done in her memory since then, and continue to be done today. Courage, hope, and inspiration are the strongest gifts the gods give us.
Lilah Shay, known as Silver, is among the most inspiring. Her placard does not contain her last words. There's no inspiring speech given. Instead, what you have is an account of how her gallantry inspired those around her to rally to her call and help hold back the darkness they were facing. She lead the charge against Galrigor, caring more for the safety of the wounded and infirm than for herself.
It was this gallantry that went on to inspire the Silver Guard, known now as the Knights of Solace. Grandmaster Donovan Valardin of the Knights of Solace wrote one of the first white journals after the Great Fire of Arx to be stored in the newly built Great Archive, delivered to the Archive posthumously. "The Silver Order has been nearly extinguished in the war against the Sylv'alfar. We've long been the guardians of the roads, the caretakers of pilgrims, and the Sylv'alfar claim all the wilds and most of the lands between the remaining strongholds of man have been lost to us. The last of us are gathered near Samar's ruins of Eastguard, where two thousand refugees of the sick and wounded lay behind us, with Legion's hounds closing in. We are cut off, but word has come that Alarice's host is two days from us. The men believe we cannot hold, but I told them of the story Lilah Shay. We founded our order to honor her memory, as the member of the Metallic Order that died so the defenseless might survive. We founded our order with the words, 'As Arx endures, we will remember.' We do not have her light, nor any of the gifts of the Metallics, but we have our swords, our will, and our strength of honor. We need to hold for two days. I pray to the gods that is enough. If we succeed, I ask for this letter to be preserved. -Grandmaster Donovan, Lord Commander of the Silver Order of the Knights of Solace"
To me, Lilah Shay's legacy is not some idea that she could summon a light to hold back literal darkness, but rather it is one of courage and hope. She was an inspiration, and many heroic deeds have been done in her memory since then, and continue to be done today. Courage, hope, and inspiration are the strongest gifts the gods give us.
Written By Aldwin
Dec. 26, 2016, 9:07 p.m.(6/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Gisele
She finally decided to take her vows as a Disciple of Vellichor. It is a life I always thought would be fitting for her. Her contributions of late show me further that it's her path.
Written By Aldwin
Dec. 20, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(6/9/1005 AR)
There is a history to Arx that we have lost, and now we have lost a life to trying to rediscover it. Horatio Mercier was an inquisitive soul, and we are all made sad for his loss. I did not know him well, but I recognized the insatiable curiosity he had as something akin to my own.
Written By Aldwin
Dec. 19, 2016, 10:41 a.m.(6/6/1005 AR)
We have, all of us, been so far removed from the events of our past that many of the references no longer have the proper context to understand them. Idioms take on a certain implied meaning even while we forget their origins; laws remain in effect without our understanding of the situations that gave rise to them. In many cases we choose to continue through this cultural understanding instead of digging deeper to understand the origins. This is not something we should be ashamed of, but we must also understand that there will come a time when we have to examine the world around us and ensure that what we do still makes sense for the world we live in.
To most of us, the term magic has come be a catchall phrase implying any application of unseen force to achieve a goal that does not involve physical action. We think of magic as anything where willpower and some measure of unknown momentum sets something in motion, and perhaps set to it the trappings of vile ritual and human sacrifice to achieve these ends. This definition, though, is imprecise and it captures phenomena in our collective consciousness that we should be excluding. Limerance's Laws, specifically the fourth, bands our use of magic and dealing with those beyond the Mirror, as these actions were what lead to the Reckoning. These laws do not, however, take into account that magic comes from man, while Miracles come form the gods themselves.
As one previous Dominus put it, "Magic is, of course, forbidden, due to the horrors of the Reckoning and the scourge of the Sylv'alfar that we all bore witness to. But we know not all magic comes from the folly of man. Some individuals will perform miracles, touched by the gods. One touched by Mangata might turn water to wine. One touched by Lagoma might shift flames, without knowing this is so. One touched by Vellichor might have the blessing, and the curse, to never forget. Rarely they know they have these gifts, but as Dominus, I felt wise to remind all that these are blessings."
It's important to remember this distinction. Not everything that's supernatural should be qualified as magic. The gods still look upon us and still offer us their guidance and their blessings. Whether this is the hand of Jayus gently guiding Myrinda Grayhope in tailoring, or the blessing of Lagoma healing the lame beggar on the corner. In this area we must question what we see. We must discern what is the charlatan's tricks, the gods blessings, or the work of forbidden magic. We must never just assume that it all falls into the same bucket.
To most of us, the term magic has come be a catchall phrase implying any application of unseen force to achieve a goal that does not involve physical action. We think of magic as anything where willpower and some measure of unknown momentum sets something in motion, and perhaps set to it the trappings of vile ritual and human sacrifice to achieve these ends. This definition, though, is imprecise and it captures phenomena in our collective consciousness that we should be excluding. Limerance's Laws, specifically the fourth, bands our use of magic and dealing with those beyond the Mirror, as these actions were what lead to the Reckoning. These laws do not, however, take into account that magic comes from man, while Miracles come form the gods themselves.
As one previous Dominus put it, "Magic is, of course, forbidden, due to the horrors of the Reckoning and the scourge of the Sylv'alfar that we all bore witness to. But we know not all magic comes from the folly of man. Some individuals will perform miracles, touched by the gods. One touched by Mangata might turn water to wine. One touched by Lagoma might shift flames, without knowing this is so. One touched by Vellichor might have the blessing, and the curse, to never forget. Rarely they know they have these gifts, but as Dominus, I felt wise to remind all that these are blessings."
It's important to remember this distinction. Not everything that's supernatural should be qualified as magic. The gods still look upon us and still offer us their guidance and their blessings. Whether this is the hand of Jayus gently guiding Myrinda Grayhope in tailoring, or the blessing of Lagoma healing the lame beggar on the corner. In this area we must question what we see. We must discern what is the charlatan's tricks, the gods blessings, or the work of forbidden magic. We must never just assume that it all falls into the same bucket.
Written By Aldwin
Dec. 18, 2016, 6:43 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
On Knowledge Lost
I have been asked numerous times of late why we know so little of certain subjects. These are almost invariably inquiries into matters that might be termed as ancient history (the Rex'Alfar, the Nox'Alfar, and so on). Many reasons have lead to these things vanishing from not only the Great Archives, but from many others as well. In this we have to address not only the larger, most impactful events on where the knowledge went, but also the more mundane.
We began our Kingdom during the Reckoning, a time fraught with peril and darkness. It was a time of such upheaval that it is no wonder if few records of it were created in the first place. A time of such strife that the Canticle of Vellichor says Vellichor himself came to the world and charged the Arvani with keeping knowledge in our journals and other books. Remember, the earliest known men settling Arvum was nearly 6,000 years ago, yet the Canticle is from just under 1,000. We are already at a great disadvantage when it comes to remembering our history.
Of greatest note, the Great Fire during the early reign of Alarice the Great was nothing short of a calamity. Not only did it destroy the Shrine of Vellichor (which at the time was where the various Journals and other books of knowledge given to the Scholars for keeping) were stored, but also the homes and lives of those caught up in the conflagration. In a single tragic night, the ancient of records of the Compact were destroyed and the Shrine burnt to the ground. You can still see the old walls, charred, surrounding the current Shrine. This was during the year 506 AR, relieving us of almost five centuries of histories, personal accounts, and other learning. Beyond this, we are not certain of the actual reason for the fire. It could have been someone tripping and dropping a candle at the wrong time; it could have been a purposeful event orchestrated by our enemies.
Within a few short centuries, King Darius Thrax ascended to the Throne of the Compact. His reign was one where might and steel made for more change than forethought and scholarly pursuits. He was not a pious man and neither the centuries of tradition, nor the sanctity of holy grounds hold any weight for him. Not only were Legates put to the sword for refusing to bow to his will, but the soldiers of King Darius scoured the Great Archives and destroyed any works they could find that spoke of the House Grayson's past; at least those works that spoke of that past in a good way. Many of the Scholars who made it out of the invasion of the Archives took to reconstructing those journals they could remember, many were lost during the War of Stories. The only reason the original treaty between the Compact and the Nox'Alfar survived is likely due to none of the soldiers involved understanding the elven tongue.
As a people, we have also experienced centuries of mistrust of magic and anything that might be construed as its practice or understanding. The Reckoning left a hard imprint on our collective psyche and gave us an instinctual desire to duck away the merest mention of the occult. This is seen in the way that we have turned elves into fantasy; demons into stories to scare children; the way we rationalize that these must just be another way to view a foreign invasion force. We know, now, that these things are true in their representation. Consider how that fear, though, would have worked against keepers of history and those that would support them. If everyone is in a panic about magic, demons, and the consequences of consorting with elves, then who would wish to keep texts related to any of that in their home? Those likely to have the largest collections would be the nobility, and they are the ones who would have lived most in fear of their political enemies pointing to those same tomes as collusion with demonic forces, thus ensuring their political downfall. So more of our history was lost due to fear, the work of the Inquisition, and politics.
Then there is what we all forget: ink and parchment will last only so long under most conditions. The Scholars do what they can to copy older works, especially those of interest, in to a newer form. In the end, though, time will see the end to all of us. There are mice and rats that like to chew through books and scrolls. There are human factors of spills, fires, and so on.
We must all strive to do as Vellichor asked us to do. We must also understand that, as with all things in our lives, we will not have a perfect record of success. There is no one fiend, no one reason, that I would lay our loss of vital history on. There are many factors that have contributed to the decay of our collective awareness.
Yet, there are those who fight against this decay. I commend the Society of Explorers, the Scholars (both those who tend the Shrines, the Archives, the Academy, and the Field Scholars), and others who continually bring us new bits of our past and help set the course for our future. Those who give of themselves so that others may find edification are truly the beacons in the darkness that we could not survive without.
I have been asked numerous times of late why we know so little of certain subjects. These are almost invariably inquiries into matters that might be termed as ancient history (the Rex'Alfar, the Nox'Alfar, and so on). Many reasons have lead to these things vanishing from not only the Great Archives, but from many others as well. In this we have to address not only the larger, most impactful events on where the knowledge went, but also the more mundane.
We began our Kingdom during the Reckoning, a time fraught with peril and darkness. It was a time of such upheaval that it is no wonder if few records of it were created in the first place. A time of such strife that the Canticle of Vellichor says Vellichor himself came to the world and charged the Arvani with keeping knowledge in our journals and other books. Remember, the earliest known men settling Arvum was nearly 6,000 years ago, yet the Canticle is from just under 1,000. We are already at a great disadvantage when it comes to remembering our history.
Of greatest note, the Great Fire during the early reign of Alarice the Great was nothing short of a calamity. Not only did it destroy the Shrine of Vellichor (which at the time was where the various Journals and other books of knowledge given to the Scholars for keeping) were stored, but also the homes and lives of those caught up in the conflagration. In a single tragic night, the ancient of records of the Compact were destroyed and the Shrine burnt to the ground. You can still see the old walls, charred, surrounding the current Shrine. This was during the year 506 AR, relieving us of almost five centuries of histories, personal accounts, and other learning. Beyond this, we are not certain of the actual reason for the fire. It could have been someone tripping and dropping a candle at the wrong time; it could have been a purposeful event orchestrated by our enemies.
Within a few short centuries, King Darius Thrax ascended to the Throne of the Compact. His reign was one where might and steel made for more change than forethought and scholarly pursuits. He was not a pious man and neither the centuries of tradition, nor the sanctity of holy grounds hold any weight for him. Not only were Legates put to the sword for refusing to bow to his will, but the soldiers of King Darius scoured the Great Archives and destroyed any works they could find that spoke of the House Grayson's past; at least those works that spoke of that past in a good way. Many of the Scholars who made it out of the invasion of the Archives took to reconstructing those journals they could remember, many were lost during the War of Stories. The only reason the original treaty between the Compact and the Nox'Alfar survived is likely due to none of the soldiers involved understanding the elven tongue.
As a people, we have also experienced centuries of mistrust of magic and anything that might be construed as its practice or understanding. The Reckoning left a hard imprint on our collective psyche and gave us an instinctual desire to duck away the merest mention of the occult. This is seen in the way that we have turned elves into fantasy; demons into stories to scare children; the way we rationalize that these must just be another way to view a foreign invasion force. We know, now, that these things are true in their representation. Consider how that fear, though, would have worked against keepers of history and those that would support them. If everyone is in a panic about magic, demons, and the consequences of consorting with elves, then who would wish to keep texts related to any of that in their home? Those likely to have the largest collections would be the nobility, and they are the ones who would have lived most in fear of their political enemies pointing to those same tomes as collusion with demonic forces, thus ensuring their political downfall. So more of our history was lost due to fear, the work of the Inquisition, and politics.
Then there is what we all forget: ink and parchment will last only so long under most conditions. The Scholars do what they can to copy older works, especially those of interest, in to a newer form. In the end, though, time will see the end to all of us. There are mice and rats that like to chew through books and scrolls. There are human factors of spills, fires, and so on.
We must all strive to do as Vellichor asked us to do. We must also understand that, as with all things in our lives, we will not have a perfect record of success. There is no one fiend, no one reason, that I would lay our loss of vital history on. There are many factors that have contributed to the decay of our collective awareness.
Yet, there are those who fight against this decay. I commend the Society of Explorers, the Scholars (both those who tend the Shrines, the Archives, the Academy, and the Field Scholars), and others who continually bring us new bits of our past and help set the course for our future. Those who give of themselves so that others may find edification are truly the beacons in the darkness that we could not survive without.
Written By Aldwin
Dec. 7, 2016, 4:42 a.m.(4/25/1005 AR)
This past evening, after a quiet tea in my home, I decided to have a little fun and run a little experiment. Archlector Orazio believes I need to step outside of my office and duties and be Aldwin more, and not the Archscholar all the time. So I had a few inquiries made: old man seeks friend.
The outpouring of responses was nearly immediate. To those who took up quill and parchment I am truly touched and warmed at your answers. I am not surprised that so many of those same responses are from the ones I already enjoy spending time with. Those who are family in an adoptive sense, chosen instead of gifted at birth. Those who are friends and old souls entwined in past adventures. These are the people that one collects throughout life and their contributions to enriching your own existence should never be undervalued. They are the ones that make you smile, bring you frustration and challenges, and leave you with joy.
I am also struck with the rest of the data gathered in this experiment. Not the blow to my ego of a Knight asking who I was, no. Rather, I am taken aback that the majority of responses came from the nobility and courtiers. The vast majority of responses. I have kept my robes plain, my doors open, and my home in the Boroughs all so I could remember my own common origins. Yet I can't help but wonder, have we, the Faith, lost touch with many of those who need us most?
There's only one thing to do for it. I hope Master Grayhope does not mind if I start taking my lunches at the Murder.
The outpouring of responses was nearly immediate. To those who took up quill and parchment I am truly touched and warmed at your answers. I am not surprised that so many of those same responses are from the ones I already enjoy spending time with. Those who are family in an adoptive sense, chosen instead of gifted at birth. Those who are friends and old souls entwined in past adventures. These are the people that one collects throughout life and their contributions to enriching your own existence should never be undervalued. They are the ones that make you smile, bring you frustration and challenges, and leave you with joy.
I am also struck with the rest of the data gathered in this experiment. Not the blow to my ego of a Knight asking who I was, no. Rather, I am taken aback that the majority of responses came from the nobility and courtiers. The vast majority of responses. I have kept my robes plain, my doors open, and my home in the Boroughs all so I could remember my own common origins. Yet I can't help but wonder, have we, the Faith, lost touch with many of those who need us most?
There's only one thing to do for it. I hope Master Grayhope does not mind if I start taking my lunches at the Murder.
Written By Aldwin
Nov. 27, 2016, 5:22 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
The meeting of the Compact'size scholarly minds went well. It gives me hope for our future. Everyone was willing to participate and be respectful. Much good will come frome these collaborations.
Written By Aldwin
Nov. 27, 2016, 11:21 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
A talented artist. A fear I've done a bad thing by introducing him to Orazio.
At least I have plenty of art to gift.
At least I have plenty of art to gift.
Written By Aldwin
Nov. 19, 2016, 9:49 a.m.(2/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
While everyone is growing dire and concerned, Fortunato Grayhope has reminded me of what is good and joyful in life.
Puppies.
I have a painting of a plethora of puppies.
Puppies.
I have a painting of a plethora of puppies.
Written By Aldwin
Nov. 11, 2016, 7:49 a.m.(2/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
A talented artist and an old friend.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.