Written By Alistair
March 20, 2018, 6:34 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Ordered to be transcribed at the request of High Inquisitor Alistair Velenosa. 5/23/1008. After discovery and uncovering various tomes thought lost to the wear and tear of time with in the City of Setarco:
What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world seems oh, so wrong...
And nothing you do seems very right?
What do you do? Do you punch a bag?
Do you pound some clay or some dough?
Do you round up friends for a game of tag?
Or see how fast you go?
It's great to be able to stop
When you've planned a thing that's wrong,
And be able to do something else instead
And think this song:
I can stop when I want to
Can stop when I wish
I can stop, stop, stop any time.
And what a good feeling to feel like this
And know that the feeling is really mine.
Know that there's something deep inside
That helps us become what we can.
For a girl can be someday a woman
And a boy can be someday a man.
- Bard-Knight of Good Frederick - A Guide to Raising Little Boys and Girls, Knights, Lords and Ladies
What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world seems oh, so wrong...
And nothing you do seems very right?
What do you do? Do you punch a bag?
Do you pound some clay or some dough?
Do you round up friends for a game of tag?
Or see how fast you go?
It's great to be able to stop
When you've planned a thing that's wrong,
And be able to do something else instead
And think this song:
I can stop when I want to
Can stop when I wish
I can stop, stop, stop any time.
And what a good feeling to feel like this
And know that the feeling is really mine.
Know that there's something deep inside
That helps us become what we can.
For a girl can be someday a woman
And a boy can be someday a man.
- Bard-Knight of Good Frederick - A Guide to Raising Little Boys and Girls, Knights, Lords and Ladies
Written By Alistair
Dec. 23, 2017, 12:11 a.m.(10/26/1007 AR)
I have known so much cold in my life. The cold of a life on the run. The cold of the gutters filled with nothing but filth and no food. The cold of distrusts. Mockery. Distain. I have never known the warmth I do now. Eternal. Unending. No fire will compare. No camp fire or bonfire. No hearth. Out of the darkness I have come and I can only see and feel the welcome of smiles. Of comforting tales and warm food. I wish everyone could feel this, but I will cherish it for my own.
Written By Alistair
Nov. 13, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(8/1/1007 AR)
I have learned what the word "Beau" means.
You are all deviants.
You are all deviants.
Written By Alistair
March 2, 2017, 3:14 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
I had the chance to eat a slice of cake yesterday at Prince Laric's wedding.
It was acceptable.
It was acceptable.
Written By Alistair
Feb. 26, 2017, 11:32 p.m.(1/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
Quick to conflict. A lack of fear, perhaps? Or perhaps an eager guardian. I hope he finds a true challenge to truly find out.
Written By Alistair
Feb. 26, 2017, 11:29 p.m.(1/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
Someone with a mind for proper Justice. I hope Sentinel favors her and guides her mind and gavel.
Written By Alistair
Feb. 25, 2017, 8:32 p.m.(12/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Not bad with his sword. Still wouldn't trust him as a guard.
Written By Alistair
Feb. 14, 2017, 8:11 p.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Despite what some may think... not all Abandoned know all Abandoned... not all Prodigals know all Prodigals... not all Prodigals know all Abandoned. We are a thousand different tribes of a hundred different lands. Sometimes I have forgotten that myself, and trying to treat with those of a shared life comes no easier to me then it does to those of Civilization. They can be frustratingly ignorant and locked in their ways. At times I would rather deal with elves. At least they would go about entertaining themselves.
Written By Alistair
Feb. 14, 2017, 7:51 p.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
It seem some Inquisitorial notes found their way into one of Alistair's white journals. Or perhaps he always writes in such a tone.
"A dutiful man. The Crown and the Kings Own is lucky to have him. I hope he does not come with regrets."
"A dutiful man. The Crown and the Kings Own is lucky to have him. I hope he does not come with regrets."
Written By Alistair
Feb. 14, 2017, 7:47 p.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Marius
We come from different forest, that is certainly true. You speak of a quiet as if that is something to be desired, but I have dreaded when the leaves stop rustling and the animals stop calling. We have lived in different forests, but at least we know the reality of the world.
Written By Alistair
Jan. 29, 2017, 10:54 a.m.(10/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
I have not had time to pen my thoughts on the lazy Champion who I roped into guarding the envoys during their visit.
I can at least say none of the Compact's guests died, so at least he accomplished the fundamental purpose of a guard.
Despite that, he is the worst bodyguard I have ever seen or worked alongside.
At least he put his heart into it.
I can at least say none of the Compact's guests died, so at least he accomplished the fundamental purpose of a guard.
Despite that, he is the worst bodyguard I have ever seen or worked alongside.
At least he put his heart into it.
Written By Alistair
Jan. 18, 2017, 1:41 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
And we are left with nothing.
But we need nothing. Blood and blade can overcome any abyssal foe.
But we need nothing. Blood and blade can overcome any abyssal foe.
Written By Alistair
Jan. 18, 2017, 1:41 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
And we are left with nothing.
But we need nothing. Blood and blade can overcome any abyssal foe.
But we need nothing. Blood and blade can overcome any abyssal foe.
Written By Alistair
Jan. 18, 2017, 1:35 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
I played my part. I did my duty. As the Crown's agent I acted as guard and guide.
I entertained her absurd requests. I took her where she wanted to go. I answered her questions, both the insane and the not so insane. In turn she answered some of mine. I do not know what she saw in me.
And now our games are finished and our follies done.
And we are left with nothing.
I entertained her absurd requests. I took her where she wanted to go. I answered her questions, both the insane and the not so insane. In turn she answered some of mine. I do not know what she saw in me.
And now our games are finished and our follies done.
And we are left with nothing.
Written By Alistair
Jan. 14, 2017, 11:44 p.m.(9/1/1005 AR)
I have lived more then half my life outside the walls of Arx, outside the embrace and comforts of civilization. I have seen the terrors that lurk in the woods that are far more then a howl of a wolf. When I came to Arx and became a Prodigal I quickly learned what I saw with my own eyes was only "Myth" and "Superstition".
Now the same people that mocked me or would call me madman eagerly prepare to face their "new" foe.
A part of me is bitter, and the other is eager to join them.
I only hope it is not to late.
Now the same people that mocked me or would call me madman eagerly prepare to face their "new" foe.
A part of me is bitter, and the other is eager to join them.
I only hope it is not to late.
Written By Alistair
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:50 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
People question why I do not write often in the White Journals or why my entries are simple and sparse, or even levy accusations that they are fake and forced.
They do not understand and cannot comprehend where I come from. Where I was raised, there was no tomes to share your knowledge and keep your history. There was no black books to speak your secrets. There was only survival. The day. The next night. The next hunt and kill. The coming winter and following summer. Abandoned do not have time, do not have the privilege, to keep their words like those of Civilization do.
I think many are hoping for the scratches of an illiterate barbarian and are disappointed when they find I writer better than them.
I apologize if my entries are forced or seem insincere, mostly because they likely are.
They do not understand and cannot comprehend where I come from. Where I was raised, there was no tomes to share your knowledge and keep your history. There was no black books to speak your secrets. There was only survival. The day. The next night. The next hunt and kill. The coming winter and following summer. Abandoned do not have time, do not have the privilege, to keep their words like those of Civilization do.
I think many are hoping for the scratches of an illiterate barbarian and are disappointed when they find I writer better than them.
I apologize if my entries are forced or seem insincere, mostly because they likely are.
Written By Alistair
Aug. 31, 2016, 9:48 a.m.(6/12/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
I feel I have too many Graysons in my life. Then again I am Crownsworn, am I not? And the Graysons are the Crown. Does that make me sworn to them? Regardless, the Lady Dawn came to me with a request. I swore I would never get involved in politics. That is one thing the Abandoned have over civilization, their politics are more direct. A spear to the throat or a club to the skull, compared to dark words and knives in the shadows. She makes good points though...
Written By Alistair
Aug. 29, 2016, 11:50 p.m.(6/8/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
Someone who seeks to be useful. I think she will be disappointed on my definition of useful. And I wonder if I can be useful to her. Well, will at least have some fun.
Written By Alistair
Aug. 29, 2016, 11:49 p.m.(6/8/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
She has her challenge. I wonder if at the end she will consider it worth it.
Written By Alistair
Aug. 14, 2016, 7:53 p.m.(4/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
I met this Rose of Tor while on assignment procuring the weekly tithe from one of the shop owners near the city center. A rather intriguing woman, she was not quick to flee from me as others are. A little bold in her words as well. I can see why she is considered a walking scandal. Hopefully I do not get caught up in her scandals. Or it might be fun to...
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