Written By Darrow
March 18, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)
Mists...and madness. Am I alone in thinking this way?
Am I...alone?
Am I...alone?
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 11:01 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Come what may, the Redoubt will hold.
I pray to the Sentinel it be so.
I pray to the Sentinel it be so.
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 10:31 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Abbas Thrax, now Abbas of the Isles, has fallen from grace from many.
But he has not fallen out with me.
Those who would callously turn aside a man in need show their capriciousness of face, rather than faith.
I care nothing for appearances.
But I do care for those who have risked life and limb for others, and myself.
To those there will always be a port in the storm, so long as I draw breath.
But he has not fallen out with me.
Those who would callously turn aside a man in need show their capriciousness of face, rather than faith.
I care nothing for appearances.
But I do care for those who have risked life and limb for others, and myself.
To those there will always be a port in the storm, so long as I draw breath.
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 10:21 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
The mists surround us now, and only time will tell if our light shines through the darkness.
As for me - my heart is wrapped in it.
As for me - my heart is wrapped in it.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:04 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Death seems nearer now than ever.
Why then, does my blood quicken, my spirits lift?
This will be bitter, and yet I can nearly taste what's coming, in anticipation.
..... I think I might enjoy this.
Why then, does my blood quicken, my spirits lift?
This will be bitter, and yet I can nearly taste what's coming, in anticipation.
..... I think I might enjoy this.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:02 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Our fate is as obscured as these fogs.
The lots are cast.
Sentinel guide their fall.
The lots are cast.
Sentinel guide their fall.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 10, 2018, 8:39 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Abbas, at least, remembers what it was like to stare at the eyes of the beast.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 10, 2018, 8:38 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
The sails have set from the Redoubt, carrying the old, the young, the infirm and anyone not able to lift an axe, shield, or bow.
Those who remain will face the storm with grim purpose.
Those who remain will face the storm with grim purpose.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 4, 2018, 2:36 p.m.(2/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Roran
...I seem to have inherited a cat.
Oh, joy...
*a spill of ink and small paw prints*
Oh, joy...
*a spill of ink and small paw prints*
Written By Darrow
Feb. 3, 2018, 6:37 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Many think me callous. Remorseless.
They would not be wholly wrong. We live in a world ruled by cruel fate, where death and sorrow are the inevitable rule. The only answer for the dark works of those working beyond the mirror is violence in reflection. We ward ourselves with faith and steel, and grim resolve to not be overcome, not with pleasant distractions or regrets.
The Siege of the Silence saw many die, commoners and nobles alike. Both died to either side of me, man and woman, noble and commoner. Those I commanded, and those who stood in command of me. Blood doesn't remember its color when spilled in pools on the flagstones. Blood doesn't remember where it came from, other than the split veins from whence it drained.
You would be wrong in thinking that my disdain for death shows I care little for the common born. No. I judge the peers who hide behind the shields of their men, who stray from their duties as harshly as I do the commoner who would shirk theirs. Worse, even, for there is nothing more despicable than the dereliction of duty gone allowed by birth, privilege or coin.
Do you think me happy to be a peer? To be a target from youth, with my brothers and sisters drowned next to me for revenge. To be held a ward to ensure the compliance of my family. To be handed the helm of a ship, the lives of men, and the duty to stand against the Deeps. To look at my county, and those who have found happiness, and tell them every hope they may have might soon be washed away. To be responsible for the defense of the Darkwater Redoubt against the Marin, and in it the lives of those who offer themselves to fight the dark.
No, I am not happy. But I am proud, honored to have a place in the fight. I feel a keen pressure and duty to every one of my marines, sailors, and subjects. And I have sacrificed everything I have, and everything I am, to that duty.
That is why words and accusatory fingers pointed, by those who have sacrificed /nothing/, rankle like venom. They are the words of vipers, poisoning the resolve to shoulder the duty we have to those we have lost, and the resolve for those left to stand together, in the moment of trial. That is the true tragedy.
Those who died to face the dark deserve honor, no matter their background. We do that by bearing the torment of remembrance, of sorrow and despair in our hearts. We honor them by overcoming that, and facing forward into the tumult to come.
If you think that a cruel and harsh burden...
You'd be right.
They would not be wholly wrong. We live in a world ruled by cruel fate, where death and sorrow are the inevitable rule. The only answer for the dark works of those working beyond the mirror is violence in reflection. We ward ourselves with faith and steel, and grim resolve to not be overcome, not with pleasant distractions or regrets.
The Siege of the Silence saw many die, commoners and nobles alike. Both died to either side of me, man and woman, noble and commoner. Those I commanded, and those who stood in command of me. Blood doesn't remember its color when spilled in pools on the flagstones. Blood doesn't remember where it came from, other than the split veins from whence it drained.
You would be wrong in thinking that my disdain for death shows I care little for the common born. No. I judge the peers who hide behind the shields of their men, who stray from their duties as harshly as I do the commoner who would shirk theirs. Worse, even, for there is nothing more despicable than the dereliction of duty gone allowed by birth, privilege or coin.
Do you think me happy to be a peer? To be a target from youth, with my brothers and sisters drowned next to me for revenge. To be held a ward to ensure the compliance of my family. To be handed the helm of a ship, the lives of men, and the duty to stand against the Deeps. To look at my county, and those who have found happiness, and tell them every hope they may have might soon be washed away. To be responsible for the defense of the Darkwater Redoubt against the Marin, and in it the lives of those who offer themselves to fight the dark.
No, I am not happy. But I am proud, honored to have a place in the fight. I feel a keen pressure and duty to every one of my marines, sailors, and subjects. And I have sacrificed everything I have, and everything I am, to that duty.
That is why words and accusatory fingers pointed, by those who have sacrificed /nothing/, rankle like venom. They are the words of vipers, poisoning the resolve to shoulder the duty we have to those we have lost, and the resolve for those left to stand together, in the moment of trial. That is the true tragedy.
Those who died to face the dark deserve honor, no matter their background. We do that by bearing the torment of remembrance, of sorrow and despair in our hearts. We honor them by overcoming that, and facing forward into the tumult to come.
If you think that a cruel and harsh burden...
You'd be right.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 28, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
Every where that I look, preparations are being made.
At least I have something to look forward to.
At least I have something to look forward to.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 28, 2018, 7:36 p.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
Not unexpected that some cannot keep thoughts private.
Why put ink to paper ?
Why put ink to paper ?
Written By Darrow
Jan. 21, 2018, 10:56 p.m.(1/6/1008 AR)
I wonder if any disciple or sworn of Mangata will be willing to bear holy arms against the Marin tides.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 14, 2018, 10:51 p.m.(12/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
Wary would I be, were I a Marin captain facing the Warlord of Thrax.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 14, 2018, 9:28 p.m.(12/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I've spent a number of nights at a bar with this Kennex Lord, which makes him likely the person whom I've tolerated the most social interaction with in recent times.
Our social interaction consists of us not talking and occasionally drinking.
Our social interaction consists of us not talking and occasionally drinking.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 7, 2018, 9:17 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Now is the time to marshal men.
Ranks of marines, rows of crossbowmen...we'll need all hands.
Someone today told me that song and prayer would be needed. I affirm prayer, but I, at least, prefer to fight the Silence in silence. However, if it lifts the morale of those facing the dark, so be it.
May Mangata and the Sentinel guide our preparations.
Ranks of marines, rows of crossbowmen...we'll need all hands.
Someone today told me that song and prayer would be needed. I affirm prayer, but I, at least, prefer to fight the Silence in silence. However, if it lifts the morale of those facing the dark, so be it.
May Mangata and the Sentinel guide our preparations.
Written By Darrow
Dec. 31, 2017, 7:28 p.m.(11/16/1007 AR)
One thing I need to find - where is the link of these ships?
Written By Darrow
Dec. 25, 2017, midnight(11/2/1007 AR)
It turns out I was right, though I take no grim satisfaction in it:
Zhayla was the target of those Prodigals we encountered. Now she and Killian Ashford are dead.
I know not if my warnings were heeded.
Zhayla was the target of those Prodigals we encountered. Now she and Killian Ashford are dead.
I know not if my warnings were heeded.
Written By Darrow
Dec. 24, 2017, 11:58 p.m.(11/2/1007 AR)
Three are dust on the wind...
but one is perhaps oil in the water.
but one is perhaps oil in the water.
Written By Darrow
Dec. 17, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Do I even know who I am, or was, or will be?
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