Written By Gerrick
Dec. 6, 2020, 12:50 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)
When war looms, this is when we see the truth that many have spent years trying to hide.
Written By Gerrick
Nov. 13, 2020, 5:06 p.m.(5/18/1014 AR)
Once again, Mercy has saved my life. Thank you Lady Kalani Seliki, Haptenna, Lady Poppy Stahlben, Marquessa Sunniva Harthall.
Apologies to Baron Norwood Clement and Marquis Kael Keaton, it was not my intention to put you or anyone through this strain.
The guard is stronger now.
Apologies to Baron Norwood Clement and Marquis Kael Keaton, it was not my intention to put you or anyone through this strain.
The guard is stronger now.
Written By Gerrick
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:43 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kastelon
Always sage advice. Thank you friend.
Written By Gerrick
Oct. 23, 2020, 1:59 p.m.(4/4/1014 AR)
Found a passion that I did not realize that I had in me this week. Painting. They are rough. Might seek out training sometime.
Written By Gerrick
Oct. 16, 2020, 1:11 p.m.(3/18/1014 AR)
Many parties... Still figuring out this city.
Written By Gerrick
Oct. 4, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(2/21/1014 AR)
A picnic in the trees. An amazing night with good friends.
Written By Gerrick
Sept. 22, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(1/25/1014 AR)
Many fail to see the beauty that is directly in front of them. Complaining about the cold, missing out on the wildness and enjoyment that is a lovely night time stroll through the winter wonderland that is before us. A peaceful stillness that envelopes the world. Allowing our eyes to see new beauty.
Written By Gerrick
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:49 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
The Honey Festival was well received and much fun. I'm still amazed that I was able to keep my balance to pin the stinger.
Written By Gerrick
Sept. 15, 2020, 4:44 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)
The Hopeless Dancer.
My mother would tell me the story of how my father, the mythical creature, used this sword to defend our home. The sword came from his father, and their father before them, and so on. Each generation would add something to the sword. It was getting to the point, where I would have to go talk with the smith in town to find out the history of the sword, and if in fact it came from my father.
Alas, the smith would never tell me who used the sword last. Though I would confirm that it was past down through my family. And each of his family or apprentices knew of the sword, as they would make adjustments to it over the years.
It was tradition. When the sword is yours, you adjust it to your needs.
This meant that what started as a single blade set off center of the hilt with a second fuller blade on the other side, then became two separate blades coming off of the hilt at even points, then a sharp block was added to come off of the hilt on the top of the blade, and further added and adjusted by myself to add a blood channel on the lower blade with a swoop at the hilt to push blood and remains away from the user.
The fact that I let my guard down and allowed my wary body to sleep on the ground before entering the city, and the sword has gone missing… Only makes me angry, and I can feel my ancestors questioning my motives.
Though, with all of the additions to the sword. Perhaps it was time to start anew, as I have no one to pass it on to. Or, maybe it is time to fully retire. The last time I let my guard down, I earned my scar, the very one that nearly killed me. …
My mother would tell me the story of how my father, the mythical creature, used this sword to defend our home. The sword came from his father, and their father before them, and so on. Each generation would add something to the sword. It was getting to the point, where I would have to go talk with the smith in town to find out the history of the sword, and if in fact it came from my father.
Alas, the smith would never tell me who used the sword last. Though I would confirm that it was past down through my family. And each of his family or apprentices knew of the sword, as they would make adjustments to it over the years.
It was tradition. When the sword is yours, you adjust it to your needs.
This meant that what started as a single blade set off center of the hilt with a second fuller blade on the other side, then became two separate blades coming off of the hilt at even points, then a sharp block was added to come off of the hilt on the top of the blade, and further added and adjusted by myself to add a blood channel on the lower blade with a swoop at the hilt to push blood and remains away from the user.
The fact that I let my guard down and allowed my wary body to sleep on the ground before entering the city, and the sword has gone missing… Only makes me angry, and I can feel my ancestors questioning my motives.
Though, with all of the additions to the sword. Perhaps it was time to start anew, as I have no one to pass it on to. Or, maybe it is time to fully retire. The last time I let my guard down, I earned my scar, the very one that nearly killed me. …
Written By Gerrick
Sept. 15, 2020, 12:45 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)
Lady Caprice has agreed to take me on as student, so that I can learn more than simply darning socks. I fear that the lady does not know of the headache that she has agreed to.
Mother taught me enough, so that I could fix my own clothing when the state changed from wearable to don't let company see you in that. Though, we never had matching threads, and thus, all of my clothing has become over the years more patchwork that original design.
I look forward to the lessons.
Mother taught me enough, so that I could fix my own clothing when the state changed from wearable to don't let company see you in that. Though, we never had matching threads, and thus, all of my clothing has become over the years more patchwork that original design.
I look forward to the lessons.
Written By Gerrick
Sept. 12, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)
1/15/1014 AR
I find myself being awake during the later hours more and more. What was once something that helped my career, and made for better means to find my way - to learn the nights hidden secrets better, has now become my normal.
It is odd within a city though - while its occupants slumber, I have a good portion of the city to myself. Shadows are becoming old friends, that hide themselves from the populace during their waking hours.
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I find myself being awake during the later hours more and more. What was once something that helped my career, and made for better means to find my way - to learn the nights hidden secrets better, has now become my normal.
It is odd within a city though - while its occupants slumber, I have a good portion of the city to myself. Shadows are becoming old friends, that hide themselves from the populace during their waking hours.
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