Written By Scylla
Aug. 1, 2022, 1:15 p.m.(2/15/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
Dagon on a tall cross. What a good way to ruin a beautiful sunrise.
Written By Scylla
April 30, 2021, 12:33 p.m.(5/21/1015 AR)
I'm not much of a wordsmith. I don't have anything wise or inspiring to say to others for the impending storm. But for myself, I intend to keep the memory of my loved ones at the forefront of my thoughts while in the heat of battle. I'll think of what their future will be should we lose. And then I'll throw everything that I have behind my actions to ensure that future does not come to pass. That's all I can do from where I stand; I hope it's enough.
Gods favor us in these battles to come.
Gods favor us in these battles to come.
Written By Scylla
March 15, 2021, 3:13 p.m.(2/13/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Natasha
I can say with a straight face that very little can truly surprise me anymore. I've had my fair share of fairly astonishing experiences in the short time I've lived in Arx, but nothing...absolutely nothing...could prepare me for a friend date with Princess Natasha Thrax. It was single-handedly one of the most inspiring, eye-opening encounters of my life. I'll never forget it.
Much to her chagrin, I suspect...
Much to her chagrin, I suspect...
Written By Scylla
Feb. 22, 2021, 11:02 a.m.(12/27/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Yuri
You are a shining star blazing bright amid shadow. You bring effortless smiles to my face each time I'm in your presence, and that is a rare and treasured gift, indeed. If I thought it possible, I might have thought you were my brother, Caius, back from the dead. You're just so like him, or what I can remember of him.
I am proud of you; the La Rosa's grand opening was successful not just because of the hard work you put into taking a concept and making it a reality, though that deserves a great deal of recognition on its own. I believe the true source of your success comes from a deeper place: from the genuine attentiveness you show to friends and strangers alike, from that innate desire you possess to ensure everyone you meet can't help but feel special.
If it is within my power to support your growth and advancement, I will see it done.
I am proud of you; the La Rosa's grand opening was successful not just because of the hard work you put into taking a concept and making it a reality, though that deserves a great deal of recognition on its own. I believe the true source of your success comes from a deeper place: from the genuine attentiveness you show to friends and strangers alike, from that innate desire you possess to ensure everyone you meet can't help but feel special.
If it is within my power to support your growth and advancement, I will see it done.
Written By Scylla
Jan. 18, 2021, 3:29 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)
Last week, they rowed The Black Tide out of the bay, weighted with munitions, outfitted with a sturdy iron ram, and with a brand new sail catching the wind. The crew sang a jaunty song as they hoisted the Blackshore banner high, and I swelled with pride at the sight and sound of it. It was to be her first deployment to such a purpose -- to war, and I'm pleased to know it won't be her last. She returned to port two days ago, battered and broken, but still seaworthy. Samuel made a fine captain, and the crew fought valiantly. Though we were victorious in the Mourning Sea, I shan't forget the sailors we lost to the Wavereavers. I'll drink to their sacrifice, for it was certainly not in vain. To the lords and ladies, men and women I served with aboard the Candlelight's Promise, it was an honor.
Written By Scylla
Jan. 3, 2021, 11:33 a.m.(9/8/1014 AR)
I crafted an endless number of theories for my past, each version with the same outcome: I was missed by my family, whoever and wherever they were. As it turns out, the one constant I believed true was the only thing that wasn't. My parents and my sole sibling are deceased. There are no reunions to be had, no loose ends to be tied up. It is time to simply put it all behind me and move forward.
Whatever else I may feel for this revelation, Scholar, self-pity is not among them. The things that I discovered about my parents post mortem informed me that they do not deserve to be longed after nor missed, so quick as they were to betray their own children. Further still, there are so many others, those who risked life and limb to assist me in my hunt for the truth, selflessly and fearlessly, that have more than made up for the loss of those wretched few. To the members of House Blackshore, and one very brave, trusted gentleman sworn to said house, I humbly thank you for your assistance and patience on that most toilsome journey; for trusting me as I guided you to places unknown, even to me. I will spend the rest of my life reinvesting all I've gained as a result of this discovery back into your lives, for as long as it is in my power to do so.
To my brother, lost at sea: rest easy. We'll find each other again someday.
Whatever else I may feel for this revelation, Scholar, self-pity is not among them. The things that I discovered about my parents post mortem informed me that they do not deserve to be longed after nor missed, so quick as they were to betray their own children. Further still, there are so many others, those who risked life and limb to assist me in my hunt for the truth, selflessly and fearlessly, that have more than made up for the loss of those wretched few. To the members of House Blackshore, and one very brave, trusted gentleman sworn to said house, I humbly thank you for your assistance and patience on that most toilsome journey; for trusting me as I guided you to places unknown, even to me. I will spend the rest of my life reinvesting all I've gained as a result of this discovery back into your lives, for as long as it is in my power to do so.
To my brother, lost at sea: rest easy. We'll find each other again someday.
Written By Scylla
Nov. 28, 2020, 1:28 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
For as long as I can remember, scholar, I have been plagued by night terrors. So many of them, I know, are battened down memories breaking free. I'm always on a ship set ablaze, and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I fight it, the flames reach me, they burn me. My lungs fill with water, and I then wake, gasping for breath. But this last one I experienced was very different. I was standing in an empty room in an art gallery. Aye, me, in a gallery. Not a single artistic bone in my body, but there I was, gripped by an unnatural sorrow, and staring into a pool of my own tears. I still can't find the words to explain the depths of the emptiness I felt standing in that room, and even after I woke up. I carry it around with me, days later. I feel it even now.
I'm quite used to my dreams presenting as memories. I can handle that, I bear it up fine. But after a thorough search of the city, I found the gallery from my dream exists. And so if anyone finds me wandering the streets alone at night, please don't wake me...just return me to The Black Tide, and pray for me.
I'm quite used to my dreams presenting as memories. I can handle that, I bear it up fine. But after a thorough search of the city, I found the gallery from my dream exists. And so if anyone finds me wandering the streets alone at night, please don't wake me...just return me to The Black Tide, and pray for me.
Written By Scylla
Sept. 7, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(12/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophira
In this last year in Arx, I can confidently say I have never seen a noblewoman climb over a bar in a fancy dress. Twice. Serving her will not be my duty, but also my pleasure.
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