Written By Brannen
March 24, 2020, 12:22 p.m.(12/25/1012 AR)
It is said Vellichor spoke, "I am the god of histories, and this shall not be the final chapter of the history of your world. This has cost me more than I hope you shall ever learn, but I ask for but little in return. Let the most studious amongst you take sacred vow to forever guard the knowledge of the world, and allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
In asking us for this gift, Vellichor gives yet another gift. Every single written word holds our thoughts and our actions.
We are free to reflect on these if we decide to. The words are written down, protected and guarded.
In asking us for this gift, Vellichor gives yet another gift. Every single written word holds our thoughts and our actions.
We are free to reflect on these if we decide to. The words are written down, protected and guarded.
Written By Brannen
March 21, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(12/20/1012 AR)
One day from Death's hand we set out.
One day to Death's hand we return.
We humans cannot decide if death has meaning.
We humans cannot judge if a life fulfilled its purpose.
But - we humans may mourn.
May the life of our sister have brought hope to those in need of guidance.
May we all remember her deeds in our memory and in the Great Archive.
One day to Death's hand we return.
We humans cannot decide if death has meaning.
We humans cannot judge if a life fulfilled its purpose.
But - we humans may mourn.
May the life of our sister have brought hope to those in need of guidance.
May we all remember her deeds in our memory and in the Great Archive.
Written By Brannen
Feb. 21, 2020, 12:41 p.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
Sometimes coincidences happen. And I wonder if what we call "chance" may actually be the will and deed of the Gods. I am certain that they touch our lives, but I suppose we are unable to see the divine spark hidden in the acts of others. The strong ones try to reduce the burden of the weak, the rich share their wealth with the poor -- and sometimes the hurt forgive their assailants.
Acts of kindness and forgiving are humbling. They remind me how grateful I should be that we are not alone. There are always turbulent storms in our life that make us forget the calmer waters, the silent moments of respite. We cannot always sail through the storm, sometimes we have to use the silence of the night to repair our vessels and sails to venture into the next voyage, to endure and withstand the next storm. And again and again.
Acts of kindness and forgiving are humbling. They remind me how grateful I should be that we are not alone. There are always turbulent storms in our life that make us forget the calmer waters, the silent moments of respite. We cannot always sail through the storm, sometimes we have to use the silence of the night to repair our vessels and sails to venture into the next voyage, to endure and withstand the next storm. And again and again.
Written By Brannen
Aug. 5, 2018, 8:37 p.m.(5/1/1009 AR)
I was told by someone recently that I needed a hobby. I'm sure if Bree heard that she'd fall out of her chair laughing, some comment about how her brother is about as dry as toast and equally as boring.
But it's possible they, and her, were right. Maybe I do need a hobby. More then just duty, of course.
I just don't know what.
I could collect mugs. Or oddly shaped rocks.
I'm really bad at this.
But it's possible they, and her, were right. Maybe I do need a hobby. More then just duty, of course.
I just don't know what.
I could collect mugs. Or oddly shaped rocks.
I'm really bad at this.
Written By Brannen
Aug. 4, 2018, 9:33 p.m.(4/27/1009 AR)
I watched the ceremony of a new Godsworn today. I had never met the woman in question, by name mostly and reputation partly, but as far as I'm concerned, that doesn't matter. To devote one's life to the gods is a good one and just as valid as any other quest to something you're devoted to. Though perhaps a bit more personal to some than to other's. And it had occurred to me to think back, think about my own ceremony and initiation. My own and Bree's. I was younger then, or I suppose, we were both younger then. I say that as one who's still rather young in the grander scope of things, even if I feel anything but. I should be a bit more humble about that, but I haven't felt young in a very long time.
Still, I had sat there, and wondered how I'd felt about it. If I felt the same for them as I did for myself when I took my own vows. And after having seen this ceremony as many times as I have, the feeling hasn't really changed. There's a particular respect involved, knowing from experience just what exactly it means to give up almost everything you know. That it's a matter of utter faith, the belief that the choice you're making is the right one. But you'll never know if it was. Maybe not for years. The feeling that it's something you should be doing, but wondering, for time after if it was the right thing. I suppose I'm speaking for myself more than anyone else, but for me, it was a fine line. Some people don't falter and hesitate, born and made for this kind of life, and that there was no question involved in it. Others second guess. Bree never hesitated. I still wonder. Could be that's just how siblings are.
But could that just be how things are. Could be that's apart of the larger plan. That I'm supposed to wonder. Bree likes to say she's sure of everything she does. Not sure I ascribe to that. Certainty has an odd way of blinding you. She would say I second guess too much. She's probably right. I don't question my devotion or my duty or dreams. That's never been the issue. Only this nagging sense that I could've done better or differently. That kind of thinking will drive a person to drink. I suppose it's an effort to keep myself open minded. Grounded and level.
I'm not sure where I was going with all this, I feel like I'm rambling at this point. Just something I was thinking about, I suppose.
Still, I had sat there, and wondered how I'd felt about it. If I felt the same for them as I did for myself when I took my own vows. And after having seen this ceremony as many times as I have, the feeling hasn't really changed. There's a particular respect involved, knowing from experience just what exactly it means to give up almost everything you know. That it's a matter of utter faith, the belief that the choice you're making is the right one. But you'll never know if it was. Maybe not for years. The feeling that it's something you should be doing, but wondering, for time after if it was the right thing. I suppose I'm speaking for myself more than anyone else, but for me, it was a fine line. Some people don't falter and hesitate, born and made for this kind of life, and that there was no question involved in it. Others second guess. Bree never hesitated. I still wonder. Could be that's just how siblings are.
But could that just be how things are. Could be that's apart of the larger plan. That I'm supposed to wonder. Bree likes to say she's sure of everything she does. Not sure I ascribe to that. Certainty has an odd way of blinding you. She would say I second guess too much. She's probably right. I don't question my devotion or my duty or dreams. That's never been the issue. Only this nagging sense that I could've done better or differently. That kind of thinking will drive a person to drink. I suppose it's an effort to keep myself open minded. Grounded and level.
I'm not sure where I was going with all this, I feel like I'm rambling at this point. Just something I was thinking about, I suppose.
Written By Brannen
July 31, 2018, 7:57 a.m.(4/18/1009 AR)
I need to get in contact with a smith about getting a dent out of a breastplate.
For clarity's sake the dent in question is butt-shaped.
Is this going to be a problem?
Asking for a friend.
For clarity's sake the dent in question is butt-shaped.
Is this going to be a problem?
Asking for a friend.
Written By Brannen
May 7, 2018, 3:18 p.m.(9/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rook
Some time ago, a man came to the shrine. He knelt down not far from me in silent prayer while I was washing clean the bricks. In manner and movement, I took him for highborn and might have never thought him otherwise had he not gently corrected me. He bore with him a finely crafted wooden chest. Once opened, it revealed a wealth of contents the likes of which I scarcely could imagine. With great humility, he asked that it be kept watch over for a period of time… at the end of which, the gilded contents -- surely worth a lifetime of earnings for any man or woman -- be gifted to the Gods. This was done with neither fanfare, nor pageantry, nor any public credit given.
Written By Brannen
April 25, 2018, 1:13 p.m.(8/13/1008 AR)
Well, we've certainly raised the bar on these tea and coffee puns!
These are so good, it's hard to keep track of the big pitcher.
People seem to have gone ale out!
These are so good, it's hard to keep track of the big pitcher.
People seem to have gone ale out!
Written By Brannen
April 18, 2018, 1:34 p.m.(7/27/1008 AR)
Having escorted members of an Oathlands chapter of Mercies following loosely in the wake of the Arx missionary precession, it seems my arrival here in Arx predates that of my sister not by minutes as is our custom but rather, what is likely to be many, many days. The city is not unlike how it's often been described and for that, I can be thankful. We share barracks here with the Templars, so one is not left wanting for the sounds of bustling life all around. A daily routine, once formed, will be a great comfort to me.
Though I've not yet had the pleasure of coming face to face with the superiors to whom I am to report, their reputations precede them. Their names are rarely spoken here in Arx without affection or high esteem, lending to my belief that the pair of us coming here may indeed help to clear this dark cloud from above our heads.
Though I've not yet had the pleasure of coming face to face with the superiors to whom I am to report, their reputations precede them. Their names are rarely spoken here in Arx without affection or high esteem, lending to my belief that the pair of us coming here may indeed help to clear this dark cloud from above our heads.
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