Written By Thorley
Aug. 3, 2019, 7 a.m.(8/1/1011 AR)
On this whole fiasco.
So to make sure I have this right...
Ras met Shazza at the Inn.
Shazza razed Ras, got her ledger ruined by soup.
Ras buys new journal, gives to Shazza.
Ras then meets Alban. Makes more insults about soup.
Alban speaks out on this, Ras punches Alban.
Ras gets trial by combat, asks Jeffeth to fight for him, Jeffeth says something on the matter, but doesn't become his champion. The court assigns Brianna to be it's Champion against Ras, who has to fight for himself. Brianna says no, instead champions Ras, leaving the court in a lurch.
Do I have that all right? Anyway, heres my take on it:
Clearly Ras has an issue with soup in the city.
I find a good hearty stew more enjoyable, especially with the crusty bread that Violet showed me that comes from her homelands.
Make the kid work the kitchens for a while, maybe he'll get a new appreciation for the culinary efforts and stop insulting them and throwing them around willy-nilly.
So to make sure I have this right...
Ras met Shazza at the Inn.
Shazza razed Ras, got her ledger ruined by soup.
Ras buys new journal, gives to Shazza.
Ras then meets Alban. Makes more insults about soup.
Alban speaks out on this, Ras punches Alban.
Ras gets trial by combat, asks Jeffeth to fight for him, Jeffeth says something on the matter, but doesn't become his champion. The court assigns Brianna to be it's Champion against Ras, who has to fight for himself. Brianna says no, instead champions Ras, leaving the court in a lurch.
Do I have that all right? Anyway, heres my take on it:
Clearly Ras has an issue with soup in the city.
I find a good hearty stew more enjoyable, especially with the crusty bread that Violet showed me that comes from her homelands.
Make the kid work the kitchens for a while, maybe he'll get a new appreciation for the culinary efforts and stop insulting them and throwing them around willy-nilly.
Written By Thorley
Aug. 3, 2019, 5:40 a.m.(8/1/1011 AR)
I have been remiss in writing in the journals as of late. With the third year of my marriage with Violet passed, we have seen a birth of a child, and the birth of a Barony. Sandreef Point continues to grow. Our military is strong. The economic house is working on growing. But we are still rather backwater when it comes to being known.
The dawnstones we are finding are so vibrantly different in color. I remember the first time I showed them to Princess Alarissa, I had thought them a fluke - but it turns out that they are so colorful. I will need to find a way to showcase them.
This was so much easier when I was just a House Sword and was peddling coffee.
Sorcha has taken to running, not walking, when she moves. She loves to chase Tala, to run away from us when it's time for a changing - to just run. She reminds my much of Ronja. I need to get back in touch with her. To see how she has been.
Maybe I can try to convince Violet that we should have a little boy.
I've read on the notes on Ras and Lord Alban. Even though Lord Alban is family, we had our moments in the past. He can come across as ill-tempered at times. And I can only assume that this was one of those times. But I would not believe him one to bully a child. I'm not sure how to feel about all of it as a whole, having been on both sides of it. It seems to have past, and I can only hope that lessons have been learned.
Now, time to find a chance to settle, and get to work on growing this little land of mine.
The dawnstones we are finding are so vibrantly different in color. I remember the first time I showed them to Princess Alarissa, I had thought them a fluke - but it turns out that they are so colorful. I will need to find a way to showcase them.
This was so much easier when I was just a House Sword and was peddling coffee.
Sorcha has taken to running, not walking, when she moves. She loves to chase Tala, to run away from us when it's time for a changing - to just run. She reminds my much of Ronja. I need to get back in touch with her. To see how she has been.
Maybe I can try to convince Violet that we should have a little boy.
I've read on the notes on Ras and Lord Alban. Even though Lord Alban is family, we had our moments in the past. He can come across as ill-tempered at times. And I can only assume that this was one of those times. But I would not believe him one to bully a child. I'm not sure how to feel about all of it as a whole, having been on both sides of it. It seems to have past, and I can only hope that lessons have been learned.
Now, time to find a chance to settle, and get to work on growing this little land of mine.
Written By Thorley
Dec. 31, 2018, 8:46 a.m.(4/10/1010 AR)
I went with Violet last night to the Empirical.
I feel so dumb sometimes when it comes to everything going on. I look around me, and everyone has all this information and I'm just flabbergasted.
Maybe I really am just a musclehead. It's something to work on.
Especially since Violet will definitely beat me at Arx trivia at the moment.
I feel so dumb sometimes when it comes to everything going on. I look around me, and everyone has all this information and I'm just flabbergasted.
Maybe I really am just a musclehead. It's something to work on.
Especially since Violet will definitely beat me at Arx trivia at the moment.
Written By Thorley
Dec. 24, 2018, 8:51 a.m.(3/23/1010 AR)
For one so tiny, you forget how much room a baby takes up until it's in bed with you. I awoke this morning to realizing I was on the edge of the bed after Violet and Sorcha had decided to migrate during the night. I can only assume that the fire had gone out and that I was the best source of warmth in the room. When I went into the kitchen, I could have sworn I saw a cat on the ledge of the apartment, but by the time I went to set it out some of the stew from the night before, it was gone.
I spent the morning in the Crimson Blades training yard, going over what happened the last few days. From worrying about Violet to the new statue in the Hall of Heroes - it has been a journey for one not of faint heart. Each swing of my sword reminded me of the changes that I have gone through as well. I had grown accustomed to the feel of Eventide in my hands - we had worked together in unison for long enough that it felt like a natural extension of myself. Wavedancer does not feel the same. It's lighter than Eventide was. It takes a little bit more to get used to it's center of balance. There was a couple of times I took a hard swing just to realize that I had nearly thrown my blade.
Which brings me to thoughts of my own new House and it's blade. I have considered petitioning the court for a House blade - but perhaps not one of the usual sword. Can a truncheon be a House weapon? I guess that's just me not wanting to be a traditionalist. Nothing about me has been traditional so far - why would I want to change now?
Development of Farwatch goes slowly. I look forward to seeing the lime and orange trees in bloom in the spring - I have already considered the idea of transporting a few saplings to the forest to put next to the oak that Violet and I planted what seems like so very long ago. Petal is looking for those to assist her - I plan to put in my own work as well. Speaking of blooms - I should speak with Petal and Norwood about having an apiary set up in Farwatch - the first steps to setting up a trade negotiation. And with Princess Alarissa about extending our invitation to those thralls that wish for a new location to be welcomed in Sandreef Point.
..I still think Sandreef Shoals sounded better.
I spent the morning in the Crimson Blades training yard, going over what happened the last few days. From worrying about Violet to the new statue in the Hall of Heroes - it has been a journey for one not of faint heart. Each swing of my sword reminded me of the changes that I have gone through as well. I had grown accustomed to the feel of Eventide in my hands - we had worked together in unison for long enough that it felt like a natural extension of myself. Wavedancer does not feel the same. It's lighter than Eventide was. It takes a little bit more to get used to it's center of balance. There was a couple of times I took a hard swing just to realize that I had nearly thrown my blade.
Which brings me to thoughts of my own new House and it's blade. I have considered petitioning the court for a House blade - but perhaps not one of the usual sword. Can a truncheon be a House weapon? I guess that's just me not wanting to be a traditionalist. Nothing about me has been traditional so far - why would I want to change now?
Development of Farwatch goes slowly. I look forward to seeing the lime and orange trees in bloom in the spring - I have already considered the idea of transporting a few saplings to the forest to put next to the oak that Violet and I planted what seems like so very long ago. Petal is looking for those to assist her - I plan to put in my own work as well. Speaking of blooms - I should speak with Petal and Norwood about having an apiary set up in Farwatch - the first steps to setting up a trade negotiation. And with Princess Alarissa about extending our invitation to those thralls that wish for a new location to be welcomed in Sandreef Point.
..I still think Sandreef Shoals sounded better.
Written By Thorley
Dec. 18, 2018, 2:21 p.m.(3/12/1010 AR)
After two days of sleep, Violet was suddenly awake and on the move. I've held down the fort for the last couple of days, but I'm unsure what to do at the moment. I am not one to know of the strange and mystical. Usually someone just points me at something and goes 'swing at that'.
I feel a loss. And I'm not sure what to think of it.
There is still Farwatch and Sandreef Point that need tending. And Sorcha and Tala.
Be careful, Vi. As much as I love a good heroic story - I love a wife that is alive more.
I feel a loss. And I'm not sure what to think of it.
There is still Farwatch and Sandreef Point that need tending. And Sorcha and Tala.
Be careful, Vi. As much as I love a good heroic story - I love a wife that is alive more.
Written By Thorley
Dec. 10, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(2/24/1010 AR)
I have been remiss in not updating my journal as of late. It has been a busy time in the Sandreef turned Farwatch household. Duties to this new endeavor, and duties old keep Violet and I busy - as well as duties to the young family that has sprung up around us. Sorcha, if her cries are to be believed, is bound to be the next songstress of Arx, while Tala is bound to be her muse and writing her music.
I have taken Tala on some of the training that the pages go through. I'm not sure if it is her path - but any child should learn the basics of defending themselves. I am hopeful that Lady Ouida will take her underwing. She is bright, smart, and asks the best questions, really.
I know this is going to work - I have the support of my wife at my side. And I have never known a better woman in my life that is willing to work as hard as she must to get what she wants. She is a force of nature, and even with her recent bout of being under the weather, I am sure things will continue to improve.
Our second year anniversary approaches - I wonder what would be an appropriate gift.
I have taken Tala on some of the training that the pages go through. I'm not sure if it is her path - but any child should learn the basics of defending themselves. I am hopeful that Lady Ouida will take her underwing. She is bright, smart, and asks the best questions, really.
I know this is going to work - I have the support of my wife at my side. And I have never known a better woman in my life that is willing to work as hard as she must to get what she wants. She is a force of nature, and even with her recent bout of being under the weather, I am sure things will continue to improve.
Our second year anniversary approaches - I wonder what would be an appropriate gift.
Written By Thorley
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:23 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
A hero, by it's very name, is just that. Heroes are men and women and sometimes even a child or a squirrel that did their very best in the time of need and rose to the occasion. They may have or have not passed because of what they did. Every last veteran of the Silent War, the Gyre War, and this current war at the Lodge are /heroes/, big fucking damn ones, because they have kept Arx safe when it was needed the most. They answered the call of the King, they rose to the occasion, and they went out and defended the land.
A legend is a name has endured the test of time. They are the ones that the stories of told of. Legends are born in deed and in combat - and sometimes of both. Sir Westknight, Dame Sugan, Prince Cedric - the names of those that are spoken of in tale and story.
I have looked at your deeds and your work in the public annals, Bliss Whisper. You, in your own way, are a hero of the choices you have made. They have been carefully calculated and bent to exactly what your will wants it to be. You find your heroism in the safety of a mission. Goodwill, public relations, introducing and helping free thralls. Murdering rabbits to keep Arx safe.
Wulfwin Baseborn was a hero of the choices he made. He protected Dame Harrow when she needed it most, and paid for it with his life. Just as much as Dame Felicia Harrow is a hero in the slaying of the gargantuan that took Wulfwin's life.
The 262 of Solace are heroes of the choices that they made, in taking up the mantle and cause of the Lodge. Every person that died on the beaches of Southport against the Gyre are heroes.
You, yourself, claim that you sing of heroes. But what makes the difference between a hero and a legend?
A hero is remembered. A legend is never forgotten.
When your fan mail and dolls are put away, which will you be, Bliss Whisper?
A legend is a name has endured the test of time. They are the ones that the stories of told of. Legends are born in deed and in combat - and sometimes of both. Sir Westknight, Dame Sugan, Prince Cedric - the names of those that are spoken of in tale and story.
I have looked at your deeds and your work in the public annals, Bliss Whisper. You, in your own way, are a hero of the choices you have made. They have been carefully calculated and bent to exactly what your will wants it to be. You find your heroism in the safety of a mission. Goodwill, public relations, introducing and helping free thralls. Murdering rabbits to keep Arx safe.
Wulfwin Baseborn was a hero of the choices he made. He protected Dame Harrow when she needed it most, and paid for it with his life. Just as much as Dame Felicia Harrow is a hero in the slaying of the gargantuan that took Wulfwin's life.
The 262 of Solace are heroes of the choices that they made, in taking up the mantle and cause of the Lodge. Every person that died on the beaches of Southport against the Gyre are heroes.
You, yourself, claim that you sing of heroes. But what makes the difference between a hero and a legend?
A hero is remembered. A legend is never forgotten.
When your fan mail and dolls are put away, which will you be, Bliss Whisper?
Written By Thorley
Nov. 14, 2018, 4 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
<written over and over on a piece of parchment is
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron and Baroness-Consort Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch, Baroness-Consort Violet Farwatch, Lady Tala Farwatch, Lady Sorcha Farwatch
..and then a note at the bottom.>
Not sure if I'm ever going to truly get used to this. Just planned my first event as a Baron. We'll see how it goes.
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron and Baroness-Consort Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch, Baroness-Consort Violet Farwatch, Lady Tala Farwatch, Lady Sorcha Farwatch
..and then a note at the bottom.>
Not sure if I'm ever going to truly get used to this. Just planned my first event as a Baron. We'll see how it goes.
Written By Thorley
Nov. 12, 2018, 9:45 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
I have spent the last several hours watching my wife sleep and trying to assemble my thoughts.
I want to say that what happened was all pleasant and that I am up to the challenge. Maybe I am. But that doesn't mean that I'm not concerned as well. I am in awe and shock of the faith that was placed in this old knight that still fights the urge to find himself back within the blessed warmth of the bottle. It is no longer the Sword that binds me. It is a land. It is a purpose. It is a family.
Which is what this is really about. Family. I have never held the sins of my father, Duke Warrick Farshaw against him. I was a bastard. I know I am not the last one that he had either, if the looks from others of pity and shame when I was a youth were any indication. But there was someone who took me in anyway when I was considered so disposable.
It was Tallebot and Gisselle Sandreef that took in that offcast, that shame of an unrecognized bastard, and made him who he became. I always tried to honor my parents - the ones that took me in. Even as my duties came around to the land of my father, I held onto the name Sandreef. My wife, Violet, took my name - and she gave it to out children, Tala and Sorcha.
And now - that name is part of the annals of my life. When naming me to the peerage, Sandreef was lost - instead I was given the name Farwatch. It is a fine name. It reminds me of the Lighthouse that I was so close to in my youth.
But it is not Sandreef. Perhaps, in that I feel a little regret. Farshaw, Sandreef, now Farwatch.
My name may change, but the man must remain the same. I will find a proper way to honor my parents, that took me in and guided me. I will not allow the sins of my own father color my own thoughts.
Ronja, when you come home from wherever you went this time on your adventure, we will have a talk.
For now. There is so much to do. And it all seems daunting. But I have family now. Violet. Ryhalt, Lisebet.. those I have served so faithfully as Sword without ever mentioning the past. They have welcomed me. And now.. I would say I have much to live up to. But my father never set the bar that high.
And I will easily exceed what he did.
We will be ever vigilant, no matter the storm.
I want to say that what happened was all pleasant and that I am up to the challenge. Maybe I am. But that doesn't mean that I'm not concerned as well. I am in awe and shock of the faith that was placed in this old knight that still fights the urge to find himself back within the blessed warmth of the bottle. It is no longer the Sword that binds me. It is a land. It is a purpose. It is a family.
Which is what this is really about. Family. I have never held the sins of my father, Duke Warrick Farshaw against him. I was a bastard. I know I am not the last one that he had either, if the looks from others of pity and shame when I was a youth were any indication. But there was someone who took me in anyway when I was considered so disposable.
It was Tallebot and Gisselle Sandreef that took in that offcast, that shame of an unrecognized bastard, and made him who he became. I always tried to honor my parents - the ones that took me in. Even as my duties came around to the land of my father, I held onto the name Sandreef. My wife, Violet, took my name - and she gave it to out children, Tala and Sorcha.
And now - that name is part of the annals of my life. When naming me to the peerage, Sandreef was lost - instead I was given the name Farwatch. It is a fine name. It reminds me of the Lighthouse that I was so close to in my youth.
But it is not Sandreef. Perhaps, in that I feel a little regret. Farshaw, Sandreef, now Farwatch.
My name may change, but the man must remain the same. I will find a proper way to honor my parents, that took me in and guided me. I will not allow the sins of my own father color my own thoughts.
Ronja, when you come home from wherever you went this time on your adventure, we will have a talk.
For now. There is so much to do. And it all seems daunting. But I have family now. Violet. Ryhalt, Lisebet.. those I have served so faithfully as Sword without ever mentioning the past. They have welcomed me. And now.. I would say I have much to live up to. But my father never set the bar that high.
And I will easily exceed what he did.
We will be ever vigilant, no matter the storm.
Written By Thorley
Nov. 5, 2018, 7:43 p.m.(12/9/1009 AR)
When I was introduced to Wulfwin Baseborn, I was still on the run from my own fears. I had fled from my young marriage to Violet Marjawn. I don't know of the timing of it. Perhaps Ryhalt thought it would snap me out of whatever dark thoughts I was having. Perhaps I just needed the responsibility. He was young and ambitious. He wanted to be a knight - he had heard the stories. Chivalry, how the Ladies would swoon. That the bards would sing for him.
He trained hard. I tried to give him the best that he could handle. And he may have faltered at times, but I never doubted his heart.
He took chivalry to heart. And in the end, it was that chivalry that took him from us. He gave himself to protect Dame Felicia as she struck the gargantuan with Wheelspinner. No. It wasn't the fatal blow. It may have not turned the tide.
But he smiled regardless.
He had protected the Lady.
And now he is gone.
He is no Duke. No noble. No name that will be recorded in the annals of Arx.
But for a brief and shining moment - he was the hero.
May a song be sung for him.
He trained hard. I tried to give him the best that he could handle. And he may have faltered at times, but I never doubted his heart.
He took chivalry to heart. And in the end, it was that chivalry that took him from us. He gave himself to protect Dame Felicia as she struck the gargantuan with Wheelspinner. No. It wasn't the fatal blow. It may have not turned the tide.
But he smiled regardless.
He had protected the Lady.
And now he is gone.
He is no Duke. No noble. No name that will be recorded in the annals of Arx.
But for a brief and shining moment - he was the hero.
May a song be sung for him.
Written By Thorley
Oct. 24, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Violet
It's a very funny story.
And for once I was right.
Violet and Sorcha are doing well.
Tala's been excited and unable to sleep.
I need coffee.
And the Sandreef family grows.
And for once I was right.
Violet and Sorcha are doing well.
Tala's been excited and unable to sleep.
I need coffee.
And the Sandreef family grows.
Written By Thorley
Sept. 9, 2018, 6:49 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Violet
As I laid next to my wife,
sound asleep, the child in her stirred.
I found myself reflective of life,
and the family I have sirred.
Ronja was the first,
the pride of my sea.
her presumed loss was the worst,
I lost her and to the bottle I had to flee.
The years went by,
I assumed myself alone.
Violet stole me with love in her eye,
and once again my heart was gone.
Tala was second,
an unexpected delight.
Her smile haunts and beckoned,
her survival of Tragedy only brightened her light.
The third rests in Violet,
yet to be introduced.
Boy or girl, we are not set,
but either way our love is not reduced.
I feel you stir in your mother now,
the rise of you, that Northland pride.
With you there is already two in tow,
already now, I dream of giving you piggyback ride.
You will be our third,
but Gods willing, not our last.
Your smile I have yet to learned,
your first breath has yet to pass.
But I already know I love you,
and with you and Violet,
our future is cast.
sound asleep, the child in her stirred.
I found myself reflective of life,
and the family I have sirred.
Ronja was the first,
the pride of my sea.
her presumed loss was the worst,
I lost her and to the bottle I had to flee.
The years went by,
I assumed myself alone.
Violet stole me with love in her eye,
and once again my heart was gone.
Tala was second,
an unexpected delight.
Her smile haunts and beckoned,
her survival of Tragedy only brightened her light.
The third rests in Violet,
yet to be introduced.
Boy or girl, we are not set,
but either way our love is not reduced.
I feel you stir in your mother now,
the rise of you, that Northland pride.
With you there is already two in tow,
already now, I dream of giving you piggyback ride.
You will be our third,
but Gods willing, not our last.
Your smile I have yet to learned,
your first breath has yet to pass.
But I already know I love you,
and with you and Violet,
our future is cast.
Written By Thorley
Aug. 22, 2018, 12:55 p.m.(6/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ronja
And in that moment I could not have been prouder.
Written By Thorley
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:52 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Violet
On our first anniversary..
When I was in my youth,
I read tales of knights, story and verse.
I had foolish dreams that they were the truth
after all, they lived Happily Ever After, of course.
Then my sextant turned,
and from child and wife,
I felt the cold caress of being undone,
I felt the abscence of life.
The bottom of the bottle,
became my only friend,
the truth was too hard to swallow,
I was no longer one to be depend.
I had surrendered my heart,
I only gave for pleasure,
Love was never a proper start,
my body was a temple, devoid of treasure.
Others had explored and found it barren,
cast aside on the wind,
When she came into my life, I could only stare,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through to that certain end.
She continued to hold her ground,
she wouldn't let me set my course,
my ship was run aground,
She didn't push, she didn't force.
She let me coast into her harbor,
In her bright blue waters,
she let me set anchor,
in her eyes, I saw sons and daughters.
Fear grabbed at my heart after we wedded,
some say it was a blade,
and the dreams made and dreaded,
and to home I again strayed.
I feared a return,
even at my Duke's assurance,
when I saw her again, I felt that old burn,
I thought it was over, even with her reassurance.
She accepted me without condition,
without judgement, without trepidation.
to earn her back became my mission,
At her side was my station.
To our lives she added a daughter,
now another stirs underneath her heart,
in our lives is new laughter,
Our family grows, and we're rarely apart.
Now it has come,
a year gone and past,
and my heart has still succumb,
and I know now that love will last.
To my beloved named after a flower,
to the children I can't wait to meet,
our love will never sour,
and every year from here on out, I eagerly greet.
I once didn't believe in fairy tales,
that they would never come true,
with you, Violet, I set my sails,
and know that I'm in love with you.
When I was in my youth,
I read tales of knights, story and verse.
I had foolish dreams that they were the truth
after all, they lived Happily Ever After, of course.
Then my sextant turned,
and from child and wife,
I felt the cold caress of being undone,
I felt the abscence of life.
The bottom of the bottle,
became my only friend,
the truth was too hard to swallow,
I was no longer one to be depend.
I had surrendered my heart,
I only gave for pleasure,
Love was never a proper start,
my body was a temple, devoid of treasure.
Others had explored and found it barren,
cast aside on the wind,
When she came into my life, I could only stare,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through to that certain end.
She continued to hold her ground,
she wouldn't let me set my course,
my ship was run aground,
She didn't push, she didn't force.
She let me coast into her harbor,
In her bright blue waters,
she let me set anchor,
in her eyes, I saw sons and daughters.
Fear grabbed at my heart after we wedded,
some say it was a blade,
and the dreams made and dreaded,
and to home I again strayed.
I feared a return,
even at my Duke's assurance,
when I saw her again, I felt that old burn,
I thought it was over, even with her reassurance.
She accepted me without condition,
without judgement, without trepidation.
to earn her back became my mission,
At her side was my station.
To our lives she added a daughter,
now another stirs underneath her heart,
in our lives is new laughter,
Our family grows, and we're rarely apart.
Now it has come,
a year gone and past,
and my heart has still succumb,
and I know now that love will last.
To my beloved named after a flower,
to the children I can't wait to meet,
our love will never sour,
and every year from here on out, I eagerly greet.
I once didn't believe in fairy tales,
that they would never come true,
with you, Violet, I set my sails,
and know that I'm in love with you.
Written By Thorley
July 29, 2018, 12:19 p.m.(4/14/1009 AR)
It has been an interesting couple of weeks. I went on an adventure with Dame Harrow, and I am continuing to settle into life. I have suddenly found myself the foster father of a young child that Violet brought home from the Tragedy. I guess she figured she would rather beg forgiveness than ask permission. But it did make me consider my own life. I wasn't born a Sandreef. A couple took me in. I grew up with them, and trained under them. And I thought for the longest time that they were the ones that paved the way for my training as a knight.
Perhaps it was the truth of the matter that drove me to the Eventide and the life on the waves. I married, had a child, and lost them both to pirates. The wife to death, and the daughter.. that's a story for another time, scholar. I lost myself to the bottle, for years thinking I would drink my way to oblivion. When Duke Ryhalt found me, I was a mess of a man. He saw something different. He sobered me up and placed me in charge of Westrock's Sword, Eventide.
Now, the Duke has asked me to return Eventide, so that it may be replaced. I am conflicted on this I have spent years in training with Eventide. I know it as well as my own hand. Yet I know what it could be capable of. Perhaps it is that fear that is driving others for it's return. However, on the other side of the silver, there is the history of the blade. The things it has done in the service of Westrock Reach. Just because it is /capable/ of something doesn't mean that it will. I held Eventide and I defended my defacto family - Westrock Reach's family.
And now I find myself with a new family. Violet, Tala, the child that grows within Violet's belly. And I know that I cannot take the risk. I know I have to return Eventide so that it may be given the respect that it deserves. It has served me well. It has served Westrock Reach even better. I hope that I can acquit myself to this new blade just as well.
I hope that I can shoulder the burden of building a new legacy, and honor Sir Westknight.
Perhaps it was the truth of the matter that drove me to the Eventide and the life on the waves. I married, had a child, and lost them both to pirates. The wife to death, and the daughter.. that's a story for another time, scholar. I lost myself to the bottle, for years thinking I would drink my way to oblivion. When Duke Ryhalt found me, I was a mess of a man. He saw something different. He sobered me up and placed me in charge of Westrock's Sword, Eventide.
Now, the Duke has asked me to return Eventide, so that it may be replaced. I am conflicted on this I have spent years in training with Eventide. I know it as well as my own hand. Yet I know what it could be capable of. Perhaps it is that fear that is driving others for it's return. However, on the other side of the silver, there is the history of the blade. The things it has done in the service of Westrock Reach. Just because it is /capable/ of something doesn't mean that it will. I held Eventide and I defended my defacto family - Westrock Reach's family.
And now I find myself with a new family. Violet, Tala, the child that grows within Violet's belly. And I know that I cannot take the risk. I know I have to return Eventide so that it may be given the respect that it deserves. It has served me well. It has served Westrock Reach even better. I hope that I can acquit myself to this new blade just as well.
I hope that I can shoulder the burden of building a new legacy, and honor Sir Westknight.
Written By Thorley
July 28, 2018, 10:44 a.m.(4/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
If he's getting rid of an alacrite axe, I know of a good home for it.
No, not in my skull - or anywhere in my person.
No, not in my skull - or anywhere in my person.
Written By Thorley
July 25, 2018, 8:42 p.m.(4/7/1009 AR)
I find myself in a familiar, if strange situation. Violet has gone out to take care of some training and I find myself at home with the young girl that she brought up. Tala, as Violet said her name was, has drifted in and out of rest - she eats well when she is awake - though everyone has her on bone broth and light bread.
During one of the times she was awake, she seemed distraught and worried. I wasn't sure what to do, except to come back to something I used to do when my own daughter was her age. I didn't really have anything I could tell off the top of my head that was suitable for a child, so I turned to one of the stories I remember from my youth.
Corroboc was a pirate that once terrorized the Eventide Vast and other seas, They said his attacks and boardings throughout Aion had amassed him a fabulous amount of treasure, the greatest ever known. Like any good pirate, Corroboc trusted no one, and always kept his treasure right under his feet, in the enormous hold of his ship.
One day, he heard talk of a magnificent treasure that was to cross the Saffron Sea - it was carrying a bounty of riches for the dowry for the marriage of a Princess. It was a tremendously big ship, and it was very well armed, but no one enjoyed stealing treasure from big ships and then sinking them more than Corroboc, even though he was already so rich that he would have needed many lifetimes simply to spend the gold and jewels he had amassed.
So, the pirate carefully prepared an attack on the open sea. As ever, the boarding was a success, and they were soon busy moving the fabulous treasure from the Saffron ship over to Corroboc's ship. Without doubt, this was a formidable haul of treasure, almost as big as what Corroboc already had. He rubbed his hands, thinking about continuing to multiply his riches.
When they had loaded all the treasure, they sank the Saffron ship, and the pirates prepared a great feast to celebrate the deed. As drunk as they became, they didn’t realize that their own ship was gradually sinking, since the treasure haul had been so big and heavy that the boat could not stay afloat.
By the time they realized, there was nothing that could be done. The ship went to the bottom of the sea with all its wicked pirates, led by Corroboc himself. And there they remain to this day, with the treasure trove that had become so huge… but that never quite managed to equal Corroboc's greed and stupidity.
Tala was fast asleep before I reached the end of the story - and I felt, for a moment, that familiar pang of family again. I may fear for the future at times. But I know that there is an alarcite lining to every storm cloud - and with Violet, I can weather any gale that may come.
During one of the times she was awake, she seemed distraught and worried. I wasn't sure what to do, except to come back to something I used to do when my own daughter was her age. I didn't really have anything I could tell off the top of my head that was suitable for a child, so I turned to one of the stories I remember from my youth.
Corroboc was a pirate that once terrorized the Eventide Vast and other seas, They said his attacks and boardings throughout Aion had amassed him a fabulous amount of treasure, the greatest ever known. Like any good pirate, Corroboc trusted no one, and always kept his treasure right under his feet, in the enormous hold of his ship.
One day, he heard talk of a magnificent treasure that was to cross the Saffron Sea - it was carrying a bounty of riches for the dowry for the marriage of a Princess. It was a tremendously big ship, and it was very well armed, but no one enjoyed stealing treasure from big ships and then sinking them more than Corroboc, even though he was already so rich that he would have needed many lifetimes simply to spend the gold and jewels he had amassed.
So, the pirate carefully prepared an attack on the open sea. As ever, the boarding was a success, and they were soon busy moving the fabulous treasure from the Saffron ship over to Corroboc's ship. Without doubt, this was a formidable haul of treasure, almost as big as what Corroboc already had. He rubbed his hands, thinking about continuing to multiply his riches.
When they had loaded all the treasure, they sank the Saffron ship, and the pirates prepared a great feast to celebrate the deed. As drunk as they became, they didn’t realize that their own ship was gradually sinking, since the treasure haul had been so big and heavy that the boat could not stay afloat.
By the time they realized, there was nothing that could be done. The ship went to the bottom of the sea with all its wicked pirates, led by Corroboc himself. And there they remain to this day, with the treasure trove that had become so huge… but that never quite managed to equal Corroboc's greed and stupidity.
Tala was fast asleep before I reached the end of the story - and I felt, for a moment, that familiar pang of family again. I may fear for the future at times. But I know that there is an alarcite lining to every storm cloud - and with Violet, I can weather any gale that may come.
Written By Thorley
July 23, 2018, 12:28 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Violet and I had planned to join the very serious bath party, but we were not allowed. Specifically, Violet was not allowed because of her social standing. It is not the first time I had seen similar - but I would hope that a commandant of a group that many had contracts with would not be considered to be of worth. I am disappointed, but we found other ways to pass the evening rather serioisly.
Written By Thorley
July 22, 2018, 10:03 a.m.(3/28/1009 AR)
I woke up this morning with sore arms - I did not realize that chucking logs would be such a workout.
Violet and I went to the Clearlake Festival last night. It was interesting to watch how the Northern lands celebrate Spring as compared to the Isles and Valardin. I'd like to think I acquitted myself rather well.
Though I always seem to do better when Violet challenges me. That is something I need to keep in mind.
And a reminder to myself to go learn some new survival skills for travels to come.
Violet and I went to the Clearlake Festival last night. It was interesting to watch how the Northern lands celebrate Spring as compared to the Isles and Valardin. I'd like to think I acquitted myself rather well.
Though I always seem to do better when Violet challenges me. That is something I need to keep in mind.
And a reminder to myself to go learn some new survival skills for travels to come.
Written By Thorley
July 21, 2018, 5:22 p.m.(3/26/1009 AR)
The dip into the winter waters for Mangata's blessings for a good summer sailing season went well. I cannot express my gratitude for Violet's help at my side when I needed her there. The event went very well. Princess Reese lasted the longest in the chilly waters - with Dame Felicia departed shortly before. I decided to put the words I spoke at the event to paper for the future.
I also need to thank Duke Ryhalt for providing the coffee that we were able to serve to those that attended.
I suppose at some point I should use the inspiration to write words to the child that Violet and I shall be greeting in several months.
When we are brought into Aion,
the tempest, the squall, the storm,
It is within the warmth of Mangata,
that we feel our mother's warm.
We are all children of the wave,
from the most inland to the deep harbor,
we venture forth into the unknown brave,
and it is with her that adventure is savored.
Throughout our days, in the hardiest blow,
and in the hardest of times,
and in our most eloquent,
Mangata is there, in our bosom below.
The ships on the river,
and those that venture the sea,
those that follow the paths inland,
with Mangata, we all believe.
We gather forth today to celebrate and in our hearts feel
that deepest satisfaction of life,
the tug of adventure's appeal.
Mangata has given us that spark of light.
Now we share it with her,
And give her some of our warmth in turn.
The mother that pushed us forth,
We gladly gift you the return.
Into the water we go, chilly and cold,
to feel Mangata's caress again,
and know that we are again whole.
And in that moment we feel Mangata's delight.
I also need to thank Duke Ryhalt for providing the coffee that we were able to serve to those that attended.
I suppose at some point I should use the inspiration to write words to the child that Violet and I shall be greeting in several months.
When we are brought into Aion,
the tempest, the squall, the storm,
It is within the warmth of Mangata,
that we feel our mother's warm.
We are all children of the wave,
from the most inland to the deep harbor,
we venture forth into the unknown brave,
and it is with her that adventure is savored.
Throughout our days, in the hardiest blow,
and in the hardest of times,
and in our most eloquent,
Mangata is there, in our bosom below.
The ships on the river,
and those that venture the sea,
those that follow the paths inland,
with Mangata, we all believe.
We gather forth today to celebrate and in our hearts feel
that deepest satisfaction of life,
the tug of adventure's appeal.
Mangata has given us that spark of light.
Now we share it with her,
And give her some of our warmth in turn.
The mother that pushed us forth,
We gladly gift you the return.
Into the water we go, chilly and cold,
to feel Mangata's caress again,
and know that we are again whole.
And in that moment we feel Mangata's delight.
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