Written By Kima
June 30, 2017, 1:16 a.m.(10/2/1006 AR)
I have been accused of inconsistency now and again, but to that, I have just one thing to say: I have always done, at any time, precisely the same thing.
Exactly what I pleased.
Exactly what I pleased.
Written By Kima
June 17, 2017, 9:01 p.m.(9/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I commissioned a prize for Estaban's archery contest from Guildmistress Joscelin Arterius. Her work is always superb, and I was more than pleased when it was delivered into my hands this afternoon. I am positive the winner who takes this little brooch home will wear it proudly and with joy - as well they should. Hers is truly a gift from the blessed god, Jayus.
She also sewed the ribbons for the top three winners, which I, personally, think are darling and will love forever and ever.
She also sewed the ribbons for the top three winners, which I, personally, think are darling and will love forever and ever.
Written By Kima
June 17, 2017, 8:54 p.m.(9/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Spent the morning training Prince Abbas Thrax. The man doesn't fool around, which I appreciate. My time is money, after all. What's more I hate to waste my skill and talent on those who aren't giving their all when they come to me for mentoring.
The are other, cheaper alternatives for learning how to swing a sword or dodge a blow, though I surely won't list them here.
The new warlord seems to be looking towards the future with eyes no longer blinkered. I can only hope the gods set him on a sure path, so that he might not go through life sewing wanton destruction and misery, of which so many are capable.
The are other, cheaper alternatives for learning how to swing a sword or dodge a blow, though I surely won't list them here.
The new warlord seems to be looking towards the future with eyes no longer blinkered. I can only hope the gods set him on a sure path, so that he might not go through life sewing wanton destruction and misery, of which so many are capable.
Written By Kima
June 5, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(8/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Victus took me noodling once.
What he showed me was large. I was impressed.
But then I dropped it, and we both went hungry.
What he showed me was large. I was impressed.
But then I dropped it, and we both went hungry.
Written By Kima
June 1, 2017, 7:55 p.m.(7/26/1006 AR)
People who make up their minds about something never listen to advice - especially when it is to the contrary.
Written By Kima
May 28, 2017, 9:13 p.m.(7/18/1006 AR)
Did some gods-honest work today, getting things in order for the Arvum Refugee Relief Group. That meant reaching out to Grandmaster Armel of the Knights of Solace, which in turn meant others were reached out to and involved. He and his knights, as well as Prince Fergus, offered to volunteer passing out food to those residing in the Square, and I could not be more thankful for their humble charity. I can only hope that my own efforts to serve each in turn (in different ways, admittedly), will prove as fruitful.
Written By Kima
May 27, 2017, 1:46 a.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
I see an apple
Surrounded by iron bars
I have not the key
Surrounded by iron bars
I have not the key
Written By Kima
May 21, 2017, 8:38 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)
Took my three little charges out to watch and learn in the sparring ring today.
As one of the darlings put it:
Melees uh twah look about as fun as they sound.
Why yes, children, they are.
Most especially when you win.
As one of the darlings put it:
Melees uh twah look about as fun as they sound.
Why yes, children, they are.
Most especially when you win.
Written By Kima
May 21, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(7/3/1006 AR)
The effort to turn the Verdant Hall into a meal center for the refugees currently residing within Southport Square is going well. Or as well as can be expected. We honestly still struggle with having enough volunteers to adequately serve those who arrive for breakfast or dinner, but it has not prevented anyone from getting something to eat, and all have been remarkably patient and kind. I suppose I am only surprised because, were I without a home, and everything I had ever owned, I would feel bitter.
It seems I have much to learn.
It seems I have much to learn.
Written By Kima
May 21, 2017, 4:56 p.m.(7/3/1006 AR)
Now that the siege is over, so too is my vow to offer martial training without cost.
I have found other means to pay homage to the venerable goddess Gild, and they are without the double edged sword that is freely teaching others how to take life.
Honestly, scholar, I think that is the best prayer I have ever written.
I have found other means to pay homage to the venerable goddess Gild, and they are without the double edged sword that is freely teaching others how to take life.
Honestly, scholar, I think that is the best prayer I have ever written.
Written By Kima
May 18, 2017, 2:08 a.m.(6/24/1006 AR)
Oft times, when I read the White journals of the Grandmaster, I leave with this strange desire to eat a spicy bean and meat stew.
Perhaps Driskell would be so kind as to post a recipe one day?
Perhaps Driskell would be so kind as to post a recipe one day?
Written By Kima
May 15, 2017, 10:37 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
I have seen, of late, some journals written in a language I do not understand.
Being honest, it looks an awful lot like chicken scratch, but who am I to judge the beauty of another language, written or otherwise, when I only know my own?
I suppose what I ought to do is stop scribbling here and track down an actual scholar to ask some deeper questions concerning the nature of White Journals and Black Reflections (if the author does not wish them for all to read them, why not post it to the Black, for example?), as well as whether or not Vellichor only cares that knowledge, any knowledge, is compiled regardless of who can or cannot read it. It is my assumption that if the author of such journals is simply unaware that if he or she were to dictate their journals aloud, they would be transcribed in Arvani, and then all and sundry could read them.
But that still begs the question - if they can speak Arvani, should they not also be able to write it?
I intend to find out!
Being honest, it looks an awful lot like chicken scratch, but who am I to judge the beauty of another language, written or otherwise, when I only know my own?
I suppose what I ought to do is stop scribbling here and track down an actual scholar to ask some deeper questions concerning the nature of White Journals and Black Reflections (if the author does not wish them for all to read them, why not post it to the Black, for example?), as well as whether or not Vellichor only cares that knowledge, any knowledge, is compiled regardless of who can or cannot read it. It is my assumption that if the author of such journals is simply unaware that if he or she were to dictate their journals aloud, they would be transcribed in Arvani, and then all and sundry could read them.
But that still begs the question - if they can speak Arvani, should they not also be able to write it?
I intend to find out!
Written By Kima
May 14, 2017, 8:49 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
Duke Malvici has undertaken an audacious plan...but then again, so have I.
And to think, it is not even for our benefit. Tonight is a good night to mediate on the teachings of Gild.
And to think, it is not even for our benefit. Tonight is a good night to mediate on the teachings of Gild.
Written By Kima
May 13, 2017, 10:30 p.m.(6/16/1006 AR)
My father once said to never worry about what the gods might do, and more for what you can do for yourself.
Written By Kima
May 11, 2017, 11:24 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
No small few of the soldiers I fought alongside were hardened by the Tor-Southport war, and were again tempered by engagements such as Giant's Fall and when Tolamar Brand first tested the Seawatch Gate. They exacted a dreadful toll. The enemy was speared and hammered. They were thrown from the ramparts or pulled under by their own. Soon, the ground around us was heaped with the dead, to the point were many were trampled for want of proper footing. I saw many stumble or find themselves thrust into our spears and swords.
Given my location, I was not among those who first glimpsed the behemoths. I have heard it said by others that they moved at a ghoulish pace to begin - leading some to wonder if we might face another obscenity like that at Giant's Fall. Their height was, obviously, the thing to be immediately discerned, as they towered over the rest of the enemy, who were at least once human.
As they lurched closer, our archers found their range. They pelted the dread creatures with arrows. Some claimed for a moment they dared hope...
But the formorian advanced as though unscathed, until they towered before us.
Lagos was the first to be struck down, as he had stood at our fore, banner held high to hearten the rest. A giant ploughed into our midst, swinging its warhammer. The shields that had so protected us against enemy arrows were cracked and splintered. The arms bearing them were shattered. Heads were pulped. Whole bodies cartwheeled into the ranks behind us. Men were crumpled like foil.
Tarasios, his gilded armor sheathed in blood and gore, rushed forward, ramming his spear into the gut of the monster, only to be beaten to the earth by its great hammer. But we famed soldiers did not falter. We threw ourselves at the giant, and a battle was fought unlike any since the days of the Reckoning. Fearless, skilled, armed with the finest Southportian steel, we stemmed its lumbering rush.
But for heartbeats only.
Many and more perished. They were thrown shattered, little more than broken bones and ground meat wrapped in the skin of men.
All came rushing to the gate. But the giants swatted them dead. Men and women vanished beneath their hammer strokes. It was like witnessing the slaughter of children.
That's all I care to write for now.
Given my location, I was not among those who first glimpsed the behemoths. I have heard it said by others that they moved at a ghoulish pace to begin - leading some to wonder if we might face another obscenity like that at Giant's Fall. Their height was, obviously, the thing to be immediately discerned, as they towered over the rest of the enemy, who were at least once human.
As they lurched closer, our archers found their range. They pelted the dread creatures with arrows. Some claimed for a moment they dared hope...
But the formorian advanced as though unscathed, until they towered before us.
Lagos was the first to be struck down, as he had stood at our fore, banner held high to hearten the rest. A giant ploughed into our midst, swinging its warhammer. The shields that had so protected us against enemy arrows were cracked and splintered. The arms bearing them were shattered. Heads were pulped. Whole bodies cartwheeled into the ranks behind us. Men were crumpled like foil.
Tarasios, his gilded armor sheathed in blood and gore, rushed forward, ramming his spear into the gut of the monster, only to be beaten to the earth by its great hammer. But we famed soldiers did not falter. We threw ourselves at the giant, and a battle was fought unlike any since the days of the Reckoning. Fearless, skilled, armed with the finest Southportian steel, we stemmed its lumbering rush.
But for heartbeats only.
Many and more perished. They were thrown shattered, little more than broken bones and ground meat wrapped in the skin of men.
All came rushing to the gate. But the giants swatted them dead. Men and women vanished beneath their hammer strokes. It was like witnessing the slaughter of children.
That's all I care to write for now.
Written By Kima
May 7, 2017, 6:10 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
In time, I will write about that which I saw while fighting at the Seawatch Gate. Those that fell, those that survived, and those who are to come who might one day read this deserve as much.
But I cannot write about it today.
But I cannot write about it today.
Written By Kima
May 7, 2017, 1:44 p.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
The last few conversations I've had with my cousin Estaban have been extolling him to stand up to the ideals of Gloria and the Sentinel; to be a man worthy of his noble House. Since then, he has joined with the Iron Guard...and during the battle at the Seawatch Gate, he fought with exemplary courage. For that, he was badly wounded, though I am certain he shall recover.
I could not be more proud.
I could not be more proud.
Written By Kima
May 3, 2017, 6:57 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
I received a letter from my mother, informing me that the family would be holding a large bonfire in memory of both father and brother. Vomas and I have lit candles throughout the Tower, which will burn continuously for seven days. He and I will wear the grey tears (three vertical stripes of ash upon our cheeks, for those unfamiliar) for that duration.
We mourn.
We remember.
We mourn.
We remember.
Written By Kima
May 2, 2017, 12:19 a.m.(5/18/1006 AR)
I see no value in modest ambitions.
Written By Kima
April 27, 2017, 3:21 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
I woke up to the most wonderful morning.
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