Written By Archeron
Jan. 27, 2024, 12:23 p.m.(8/18/1021 AR)
I hope I shall see Arx again, I will miss it. It was never home, but I had at least come to think of it as a pleasant resting place. In truth, I cannot walk around Tyde Tower without seeing Margot there in the corner - watching us all. I cannot unsee the spots where her blood was left after the attack by Dagon Thrax. Margot thought her marriage would bring the two houses together, end generations of feuding. Perhaps it did. But the cost was to lose her, and perhaps some of our hope.
Tydes have died for decades. Almost wiped out by Donrai Thrax, our lands taken by those houses who supported him and stand so nobly now. I do not blame them, that is the way of nobility. And it hardly matters at all now that it all comes crashing down - all that death, for what? Elton was not killed by the Duke of Tyde, he was loved. And loved a Tyde in turn. For this I suspect Donrai killed him. And saw his chance. Because the Northlands would enter on our side, honour old alliances, Donrai descended on Tyde Hall - paying Grimhall and Helianthus off with land and treasure. To keep that war going, he removed Alaric III from the way. The rest is well known, Tydes died. Some in battles, some in reaving. We committed our own horrors on our enemies and reaved in return. In the end, Donrai had Victus end all the line but for Margot and those few of us who escaped.
That is not the Thrax that is now. Not the Victus. I know in his hands Thrax will stand for what is good.
In the years since those losses, Tyde finally regained its name and place, and we gathered those we could. Our numbers began to restore...before the civil war of Thrax tore our heart from us. Many more dead. All that progress left. There are so few left, so many of them are children. Margot's. My own.
People, you see. That is the lesson of Tyde. Yes, revenge is pleasurable. Justice is noble. But. In the end? People matter. The family of Tyde, the people of Tyde Hall, the people of our isle. And I cannot leave them to face this all, which is why I'm going back to Tyde Hall to save them. Well, will have gone by the time this journal is placed on the shelves. I suspect my sister and some others may remain - they feel their duty is to Arx. And I respect that, and hold nothing against them and ask no-one else to hold our actions against them - though in truth, we still recovered from our civil war and I suspect are little missed from Arx's defense.
It is my hope we will see all our friends again on the other side, and will trade tales and stories of what was. To see Arx rebuilt, to see Tyde Hall recover. It is my hope that we all survive. But if not, well. At least it was a story, and hopefully someone lives to tell it.
Tydes have died for decades. Almost wiped out by Donrai Thrax, our lands taken by those houses who supported him and stand so nobly now. I do not blame them, that is the way of nobility. And it hardly matters at all now that it all comes crashing down - all that death, for what? Elton was not killed by the Duke of Tyde, he was loved. And loved a Tyde in turn. For this I suspect Donrai killed him. And saw his chance. Because the Northlands would enter on our side, honour old alliances, Donrai descended on Tyde Hall - paying Grimhall and Helianthus off with land and treasure. To keep that war going, he removed Alaric III from the way. The rest is well known, Tydes died. Some in battles, some in reaving. We committed our own horrors on our enemies and reaved in return. In the end, Donrai had Victus end all the line but for Margot and those few of us who escaped.
That is not the Thrax that is now. Not the Victus. I know in his hands Thrax will stand for what is good.
In the years since those losses, Tyde finally regained its name and place, and we gathered those we could. Our numbers began to restore...before the civil war of Thrax tore our heart from us. Many more dead. All that progress left. There are so few left, so many of them are children. Margot's. My own.
People, you see. That is the lesson of Tyde. Yes, revenge is pleasurable. Justice is noble. But. In the end? People matter. The family of Tyde, the people of Tyde Hall, the people of our isle. And I cannot leave them to face this all, which is why I'm going back to Tyde Hall to save them. Well, will have gone by the time this journal is placed on the shelves. I suspect my sister and some others may remain - they feel their duty is to Arx. And I respect that, and hold nothing against them and ask no-one else to hold our actions against them - though in truth, we still recovered from our civil war and I suspect are little missed from Arx's defense.
It is my hope we will see all our friends again on the other side, and will trade tales and stories of what was. To see Arx rebuilt, to see Tyde Hall recover. It is my hope that we all survive. But if not, well. At least it was a story, and hopefully someone lives to tell it.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 28, 2022, 10:55 a.m.(4/12/1018 AR)
I would have thought, now we are some distance into this civil war, that my anger might subside. That my rage might calm. And yet, it doesn't.
I thank the brave men of Tyde who fell to defend our vassals in Eswynd, I thank those that lived. The battle cost us a great deal, but to not honour our duties to our vassals would have cost us something greater still. It is a lesson perhaps for those vassals who have chosen a different path. That they now stand exposed to the winds of the maelstrom, and that - having betrayed us - we will not be there. No. We shall instead be the teeth and claws of the gale, tearing from them the fair price of their betrayal.
I thank the brave men of Tyde who fell to defend our vassals in Eswynd, I thank those that lived. The battle cost us a great deal, but to not honour our duties to our vassals would have cost us something greater still. It is a lesson perhaps for those vassals who have chosen a different path. That they now stand exposed to the winds of the maelstrom, and that - having betrayed us - we will not be there. No. We shall instead be the teeth and claws of the gale, tearing from them the fair price of their betrayal.
Written By Archeron
June 19, 2022, 10:28 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Margot is dead. The phrase hangs heavy in my throat even as I say it to you, scholar. She was a Tyde without equal, a force that reforged the house from ashes, and under whom we restored ourselves and found others who have survived the rendering of Donrai Thrax. What hurts is not the death - death is part of the isles, life is hard when a rogue wave or gust of wind can take the lives of so many. But it is the betrayal that comes with it. I will not pretend I ever thought Dagon worthy of Margot - all she was, he was not. She was strong, he was weak. She was resolute, he was meek. She was a leader, he a follower. Before her death, we had spoken of concerns about Dagon, that he was not honest about all his intents. That something was lurking. Alas, I do not think even she suspected this. That he would slay her, that the children will be gone.
So it is that I must take on the mantle of Duke. I am sure someone will ask 'A ha, why are you not Duke Regent for Margot's children, if you love her so much?' and the simple answer is because I listen to Margot. I listened. She would prepare me for leading if she should fall, ensuring Tyde always had a strong succession was her goal - that we would never again tumble as we did. If she fell I was to look after the children, to rule in their stead. But we have had the children taken from us. So I must go to her other lessons. That Tyde must always be strong. That Tyde must never be hostage to others. With the children held, and we must assume by Dagon, to raise the eldest up is to not only introduce challenge - who is to say I am the rightful regent while the father lives and has custody? - it would also make their life harder. Margot herself told me how her status as heir to Tyde Hall was used against her by Donrai. And I can see how such would be used against us - Dagon is not a man now, it seems, beyond threatening his children. Equally to play them off against the other. Oh, eldest, if you are not compliant then your death makes your younger sibling the ruler.
No, that I am not willing to do to them. For now, I shall rule as Duke. And when the children are back with us, and their father consigned to a cross on the cliffs, we can in peace establish our future. But alas, peace is not with us now. Only war.
So it is that I must take on the mantle of Duke. I am sure someone will ask 'A ha, why are you not Duke Regent for Margot's children, if you love her so much?' and the simple answer is because I listen to Margot. I listened. She would prepare me for leading if she should fall, ensuring Tyde always had a strong succession was her goal - that we would never again tumble as we did. If she fell I was to look after the children, to rule in their stead. But we have had the children taken from us. So I must go to her other lessons. That Tyde must always be strong. That Tyde must never be hostage to others. With the children held, and we must assume by Dagon, to raise the eldest up is to not only introduce challenge - who is to say I am the rightful regent while the father lives and has custody? - it would also make their life harder. Margot herself told me how her status as heir to Tyde Hall was used against her by Donrai. And I can see how such would be used against us - Dagon is not a man now, it seems, beyond threatening his children. Equally to play them off against the other. Oh, eldest, if you are not compliant then your death makes your younger sibling the ruler.
No, that I am not willing to do to them. For now, I shall rule as Duke. And when the children are back with us, and their father consigned to a cross on the cliffs, we can in peace establish our future. But alas, peace is not with us now. Only war.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 27, 2020, 6:41 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)
I enjoy time spent with my cousins - it reminds me of a youth I left behind for duty. Yet, i find each time it also reminds me how much I have changed, how like an ivy transplanted from a forest to a house, I grow just as before yet to a different shape. A different form beneath it all.
Written By Archeron
June 25, 2020, 12:07 p.m.(7/16/1013 AR)
Anyone that knows my cousin Margot knows that she finds her own path and makes her own choices.
What I do want to observe is that the ideal is not the world where we live. The world we live in is imperfect, at times it is just bloody awful and unrelenting hurt. At others it will give moments of joy. Until it wishes to pull those away perhaps. We live in a world of civil war now in the Isles - whether we wish to call it that or pretend otherwise. We have pretended otherwise for so long.
Some houses like Grimhall position themselves to welcome the neutral houses who refuse to recognise Helianthus and the Eurusi are wrong - I do not hold anything or judge them for this, much as I hope that when Thrax does fight Grimhall's influx of neutral parties will not impact on their choices. Indeed, Grimhall remained neutral through much of the Tyde Rebellion, until Donrai offered land and support to get them on side, land which passed to Kennex and helped them become who they are. I do not think any would say Grimhall did anything but choose wisely for its own people there.
Others try to find other paths - Kennex has long embraced a radical new road. One that did not quite start a discussion, unless we are to erase the work and campaigning done by people like Prima Shard, and the Liberators, but which accelerated it onto the main stage. This is a path that some would say is righteous, but which upsets tradition.
And then there is what my cousin has tried to do. Which is find a way to accept what we are, but a way which can deliver - through tradition - a righteous outcome. I have often said that tradition is important, but when a tradition harms you, you cast it aside. We do not use old iron weapons that long since lost their edge simply because our grandfathers used them before. She is willing to pay reavers, give stipends to those freed, so that they will take those people alive and bring them to a place of safety where they can be released, and find a new home or be offered one with us. Yes. It places an economic value on a human life - but that is the world we are in. That value is there. When we paid off Thrall owners for their slaves, we did that. When we take coin as sell swords, we do it as well - that coin is to end another, a taking of a life as surely as slavery if perhaps a much brisker method.
Civil war comes, and it will mean reaving. And there is no viciousness like a war of brother against brother. Look at the attacks that occured as the last civil war lingered on. Families presented to the sea on crosses, younger siblings staked to rocks to drown in the rising tide to the sounds of their family's cries. Look to the taking of Tyde Hall and the death of my aunts, my uncles, my cousins. From their old age beds to their cribs, dead. And those Thralls my family kept as well. Perhaps this isn't the ideal way to stay the hand of the reaver when a hold is taken, but it is /a/ way. One that recognises realities. One that recognises tradition.
For my part, other than these musings that you can ignore or listen to or do whatever you want with, if it shall come to war we will take everything we can and melt it down to pay for my cousin's promise, and any man of mine that kills a Thrall who isn't fighting will join the nobles in being presented to the sea. House Tyde set aside the creation of Thralls, those condemned of serious crimes now lose their heads and then their suffering is over. Our forefathers kept Thralls, but they cannot answer for this. My children, I hope, will live in an isles increasingly free of Thralls. My children, I hope, might live to see its end. A war fomented by others beyond the isles, triggered by others in the Compact. And if you think my cousin imperfect in her efforts to save the lives of Thralls, and provide them freedom? Well. Beat her too it. Free more, save more. As you already do. I'll take some humiliation for a good cause.
What I do want to observe is that the ideal is not the world where we live. The world we live in is imperfect, at times it is just bloody awful and unrelenting hurt. At others it will give moments of joy. Until it wishes to pull those away perhaps. We live in a world of civil war now in the Isles - whether we wish to call it that or pretend otherwise. We have pretended otherwise for so long.
Some houses like Grimhall position themselves to welcome the neutral houses who refuse to recognise Helianthus and the Eurusi are wrong - I do not hold anything or judge them for this, much as I hope that when Thrax does fight Grimhall's influx of neutral parties will not impact on their choices. Indeed, Grimhall remained neutral through much of the Tyde Rebellion, until Donrai offered land and support to get them on side, land which passed to Kennex and helped them become who they are. I do not think any would say Grimhall did anything but choose wisely for its own people there.
Others try to find other paths - Kennex has long embraced a radical new road. One that did not quite start a discussion, unless we are to erase the work and campaigning done by people like Prima Shard, and the Liberators, but which accelerated it onto the main stage. This is a path that some would say is righteous, but which upsets tradition.
And then there is what my cousin has tried to do. Which is find a way to accept what we are, but a way which can deliver - through tradition - a righteous outcome. I have often said that tradition is important, but when a tradition harms you, you cast it aside. We do not use old iron weapons that long since lost their edge simply because our grandfathers used them before. She is willing to pay reavers, give stipends to those freed, so that they will take those people alive and bring them to a place of safety where they can be released, and find a new home or be offered one with us. Yes. It places an economic value on a human life - but that is the world we are in. That value is there. When we paid off Thrall owners for their slaves, we did that. When we take coin as sell swords, we do it as well - that coin is to end another, a taking of a life as surely as slavery if perhaps a much brisker method.
Civil war comes, and it will mean reaving. And there is no viciousness like a war of brother against brother. Look at the attacks that occured as the last civil war lingered on. Families presented to the sea on crosses, younger siblings staked to rocks to drown in the rising tide to the sounds of their family's cries. Look to the taking of Tyde Hall and the death of my aunts, my uncles, my cousins. From their old age beds to their cribs, dead. And those Thralls my family kept as well. Perhaps this isn't the ideal way to stay the hand of the reaver when a hold is taken, but it is /a/ way. One that recognises realities. One that recognises tradition.
For my part, other than these musings that you can ignore or listen to or do whatever you want with, if it shall come to war we will take everything we can and melt it down to pay for my cousin's promise, and any man of mine that kills a Thrall who isn't fighting will join the nobles in being presented to the sea. House Tyde set aside the creation of Thralls, those condemned of serious crimes now lose their heads and then their suffering is over. Our forefathers kept Thralls, but they cannot answer for this. My children, I hope, will live in an isles increasingly free of Thralls. My children, I hope, might live to see its end. A war fomented by others beyond the isles, triggered by others in the Compact. And if you think my cousin imperfect in her efforts to save the lives of Thralls, and provide them freedom? Well. Beat her too it. Free more, save more. As you already do. I'll take some humiliation for a good cause.
Written By Archeron
June 13, 2020, 2:32 p.m.(6/20/1013 AR)
I am forever impressed how some speak of tradition and use it to claim rights of independence when they only seem to wish to do it to resist the defence of our traditions.
Nobility, order, fealty, propriety. These things have always had a collective side to them. We have always together had to defend them. No house in the Isles has more reason to guard its independence more than Tyde, and yet I find nothing threatening in Prince Victus’ edict.
Nobility, order, fealty, propriety. These things have always had a collective side to them. We have always together had to defend them. No house in the Isles has more reason to guard its independence more than Tyde, and yet I find nothing threatening in Prince Victus’ edict.
Written By Archeron
May 13, 2020, 7:43 a.m.(4/13/1013 AR)
Love and noble marriage? It is a perk, a luxury. Not one I would encourage any in Tyde to expect for some generations - our numbers are too few for us to be able to waste matches on such frivolity.
Love of a type can emerge within normal political matches, certainly there is little virtue in not being accommodating to the needs of your partner, in not being kind. A political match is no excuse to be an ass. I am lucky in my match - for it brings Tyde close to a fine house in Acheron, it brings me a partner with whom I get on, children to continue our line.
Love of a type can emerge within normal political matches, certainly there is little virtue in not being accommodating to the needs of your partner, in not being kind. A political match is no excuse to be an ass. I am lucky in my match - for it brings Tyde close to a fine house in Acheron, it brings me a partner with whom I get on, children to continue our line.
Written By Archeron
May 10, 2020, 1 p.m.(4/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
The Countess has a fascinating idea for warning systems - I must admit we see fewer pirates in Tyde waters than others, but it is a sensible idea and one we will participate in. Especially with the Eurusi near. Tyde Isle is one of the larger islands in the Isles, so this may well require me to think about what we can do inland. My favourite part of the islands, after all.
Written By Archeron
May 10, 2020, 12:58 p.m.(4/8/1013 AR)
It is odd, so many planned trips away - but I don't like travelling too much, not far from the family, far from those I care about. There is a paranoia born of the surname Tyde, a sense of a lack of permanence, that everything is changeable, nothing is sacred or sure. Perhaps though that is for the good sometimes, we need to be aware that everything can be lost, and weigh ourselves and our actions against that.
Written By Archeron
Dec. 15, 2019, 5:25 p.m.(5/19/1012 AR)
I was training with my bow in the gardens the other day. The children were with the servants, Radhilde was away. I was alone. Just me, and my bow. And I realised for the first time, I did not notice the noise. Or feel the oppression of the city. Ever since duty killed Archeron Ashford, and forced the resurrection of Archeron Tyde, I have been mostly in this city and hated the feel of never being alone. Always there is noise of people, never nature or animals, but people. I could feel them pressed in.
Perhaps in my advancing years I find myself admitting that maybe I enjoy the people, or maybe I am deadened to the noise. Certainly I am content. Happy even. Maybe that is a gift from Radhilde and the Children.
Perhaps in my advancing years I find myself admitting that maybe I enjoy the people, or maybe I am deadened to the noise. Certainly I am content. Happy even. Maybe that is a gift from Radhilde and the Children.
Written By Archeron
Oct. 6, 2019, 11:06 a.m.(12/18/1011 AR)
And back into digging up family history. There is so much that is still hidden or unknown - few of the current Tyde were old enough to be told of its history before the end of the House that was. It is surprising what you can discover - and perhaps, maybe, a place where we might find more of us.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 19, 2019, 1:26 a.m.(11/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
If I misunderstood the reports, that they had already bent the knee and were now asking for these considerations after, then I am very glad to be corrected and apologise most humbly if any felt slighted. Though I think placing the conditional ‘if’ and moving my words to the future tense does not alter their point. Thraldom cannot be the price paid for peace, and it would be useful still if that were made clear rather than the silence after the reports.
As it must then still be under negotiation, I am certain the famed skills of the Lyceum with their words will be able to help these clans find another way to bend the knee and remain relatively happy.
As it must then still be under negotiation, I am certain the famed skills of the Lyceum with their words will be able to help these clans find another way to bend the knee and remain relatively happy.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 18, 2019, 11:06 a.m.(11/10/1011 AR)
It is interesting is it not, how when the Isles said it needed more time to see out the end of Thralldom so many demanded that any second of its continuation was an affront, that its abolition was worth any cost because of how wrong it was. Yet now it has arisen in two newly accepted houses in the Lyceum...there seems to have been a deafening silence.
Thralldom was a tradition that had to fade away - I make no apologies for that to our traditional brothers and sisters in the Isles, and I make no apologies for its past to any others. Tradition is a way to strengthen the Isles, to harden the Isles, to make us what we need to be. I believe that with all my heart and my soul. Thralldom ceased to do that. It weakened us instead. And in its demise we can push on those parts of tradition that do still work for us, as Tyde has done with its new War Academy, as others have done.
The pressures it has created in the speed in which it had to be done, well. They are regrettable but they are there and another tradition of the Isles is that we do not linger in regret or wallow in defeat. You hear it in the words of our houses: "Tears in our wake, never at our wake." "We fall. We rise." "Rise above.". "Tradition is not to preserve the ashes, but to pass on the flame.". But, I would say if the upset and conflict in the Isles - if those of the Isles who now lay dead from this choice - were regrettable but necessary sacrifices in a worthy cause, then you cannot now say that accepting Thralldom in the Lyceum is a price worth paying to cease the bloodshed between those two clans.
Thralldom was a tradition that had to fade away - I make no apologies for that to our traditional brothers and sisters in the Isles, and I make no apologies for its past to any others. Tradition is a way to strengthen the Isles, to harden the Isles, to make us what we need to be. I believe that with all my heart and my soul. Thralldom ceased to do that. It weakened us instead. And in its demise we can push on those parts of tradition that do still work for us, as Tyde has done with its new War Academy, as others have done.
The pressures it has created in the speed in which it had to be done, well. They are regrettable but they are there and another tradition of the Isles is that we do not linger in regret or wallow in defeat. You hear it in the words of our houses: "Tears in our wake, never at our wake." "We fall. We rise." "Rise above.". "Tradition is not to preserve the ashes, but to pass on the flame.". But, I would say if the upset and conflict in the Isles - if those of the Isles who now lay dead from this choice - were regrettable but necessary sacrifices in a worthy cause, then you cannot now say that accepting Thralldom in the Lyceum is a price worth paying to cease the bloodshed between those two clans.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 14, 2019, 5:02 a.m.(11/1/1011 AR)
Unsettled affairs in the Isles once more. Some will be afraid, some will be excited, some will see opportunity and some will see the risk. For my part it brings back uncomfortable memories of leaving Tyde Hall to visit Ashford, my father waving us off - and I would not see the Isle again for 12 years. And this time I have responsibilities, I am not the 6 year old child who lived or died on others choices.
Still, I would hope the risk of conflict might make others pause and think. We are the Isles. When we fight one another there is no half measure, there is no border scuffle nor symbolic skirmish. It is reaving without constraint, it is crosses facing the sea. And sailing past hoping you don't recognise a face on them. I do not feel afraid nor excited. I see neither opportunity nor risk. I simply feel regret that we so fail to learn the lessons of our past, and I see only the duty to serve.
Still, I would hope the risk of conflict might make others pause and think. We are the Isles. When we fight one another there is no half measure, there is no border scuffle nor symbolic skirmish. It is reaving without constraint, it is crosses facing the sea. And sailing past hoping you don't recognise a face on them. I do not feel afraid nor excited. I see neither opportunity nor risk. I simply feel regret that we so fail to learn the lessons of our past, and I see only the duty to serve.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 31, 2019, 6:55 p.m.(10/2/1011 AR)
It is good to see some of our vassals in the city again - they are a challenge to some of the stereotypes people have of Isles folk, despite being a traditional house.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 25, 2019, 7:22 a.m.(9/17/1011 AR)
It was enjoyable to take part in the archery competition part of the Grayson festival - if a reminder that I perhaps need to spend more time exercising and in the trees, and less pouring over the reports of a duchy. It was also a great pleasure to see my Ashford cousins, and Lady Amari - my former intended and archery protogé, who it seems may well exceed my mastery. And is certainly more rounded.
Most interesting though was the inclusion of a Kennex, Lady Zoey. After my rather disastrous attempts to get rangers and woodcraft skills, and the bow, taken up in the Isles - could this mean there might be reason to try again?
But still. I cannot deny I was pleased to take the win, and prove to my cousins that time back in my sea faring home has not dulled my skills from the Ashford Rangers.
Most interesting though was the inclusion of a Kennex, Lady Zoey. After my rather disastrous attempts to get rangers and woodcraft skills, and the bow, taken up in the Isles - could this mean there might be reason to try again?
But still. I cannot deny I was pleased to take the win, and prove to my cousins that time back in my sea faring home has not dulled my skills from the Ashford Rangers.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 7, 2019, 5:33 p.m.(8/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
There were fewer children of that war than many, your highness - when Donrai ordered Tyde Hall taken he wished none of my blood left save the one child he took as a ward. Few, noble or commoner, escaped that. The only taking care of children when it came to me and my sister that Donrai would have wished was to end us - I am not sure if we were overlooked or if even Donrai did not dare attack a Grayson duchy to try to finish the deeds.
But you are right, there was much blood. And these things are facts, not things to be emotional over. And most if it simply the way of the Isles. When the banners were raised and war fought, both sides knew it was to an end. Look at Lord Darrow Darkwater's family and their fate. The isles seem to have always believed the kindest way to wage a war is in totality - the least overall suffering is to ensure in future there will be no second war, no third.
I am happy those times are gone, happy to consider House Thrax friends rather than fear their banner appearing at night. Eventually I hope all of the scars of that conflict can be undone, I hope that houses can be restored, lands returned, that we can find all who are lost and need to be found. But I do not know if we can say the children of that war were looked after. I fear my cousin Reveka is testament that many of the children of that war took the one thing that they were given - a lesson.
But you are right, there was much blood. And these things are facts, not things to be emotional over. And most if it simply the way of the Isles. When the banners were raised and war fought, both sides knew it was to an end. Look at Lord Darrow Darkwater's family and their fate. The isles seem to have always believed the kindest way to wage a war is in totality - the least overall suffering is to ensure in future there will be no second war, no third.
I am happy those times are gone, happy to consider House Thrax friends rather than fear their banner appearing at night. Eventually I hope all of the scars of that conflict can be undone, I hope that houses can be restored, lands returned, that we can find all who are lost and need to be found. But I do not know if we can say the children of that war were looked after. I fear my cousin Reveka is testament that many of the children of that war took the one thing that they were given - a lesson.
Written By Archeron
July 21, 2019, 3:30 p.m.(7/4/1011 AR)
It is natural for nobles to try and champion one or more trends within our society in order to gain the political power granted by its supporters - to champion the ultra-orthodox in the Oathlands, the pro-Thrall groupings in the Isles, the forest houses of Grayson or one of many others. Indeed, you may even be able to shift and steer those groups a little in doing so. But to try and hold so many positions, and publicly, in a short period of rule will not earn you the loyalty of any of those groups - just their ridicule. One can be pragmatic and feign principles, but in feigning them you must keep up the pretence or be proven as the hollow vessel you may well be.
Written By Archeron
July 7, 2019, 4:48 p.m.(6/4/1011 AR)
I am excited to go back to Tyde Isle, but will miss my wife on my trip - it seems mean of me to go away so soon after the marriage. But duty calls.
Perhaps by the time I return I will have good news for my cousin.
Perhaps by the time I return I will have good news for my cousin.
Written By Archeron
June 30, 2019, 2:55 p.m.(5/18/1011 AR)
So we will build for the future - it will be nice to return to Tyde Isle for a short time to oversee things. A war academy, providing careers for male freed thralls as well as other men of the isles. And I'll even train some to look after our forests, so important for ensuring we keep animals on Tyde Isle to hunt, and to look after the timber that is so vital for our ships. The statues are started, those who fell and led on both sides in the rebellion. It will be the first statue of my father since his death.
Tradition will be held to where it serves the Isles, where it serves Tyde, where it is important. But where it harms us, where it holds us back, we forget the purpose of tradition. it is to hold us to a proper path as we grow and advance, not to hold us back, unchanging.
Tradition will be held to where it serves the Isles, where it serves Tyde, where it is important. But where it harms us, where it holds us back, we forget the purpose of tradition. it is to hold us to a proper path as we grow and advance, not to hold us back, unchanging.
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