Written By Vesper
April 11, 2022, 8:05 p.m.(6/13/1017 AR)
Recently, I had the privilege of visiting Reveillon to help Baroness Redire assess would-be squires for her holdings.
It's true, some didn't stand out as much as others, but I think the ones who were chosen will serve her well.
Next time I'm on the road, I'd like to check in on how they're progressing. It would be fair to say that one is going to have to work a little harder than the others, but I do think she's got promise.
I'm gladdened by the thought of others finding their path and being true to what they are inside. But they must be willing to fight for it. And? Be prepared for all that responsibility comes with.
It's true, some didn't stand out as much as others, but I think the ones who were chosen will serve her well.
Next time I'm on the road, I'd like to check in on how they're progressing. It would be fair to say that one is going to have to work a little harder than the others, but I do think she's got promise.
I'm gladdened by the thought of others finding their path and being true to what they are inside. But they must be willing to fight for it. And? Be prepared for all that responsibility comes with.
Written By Vesper
April 10, 2022, 12:16 p.m.(6/10/1017 AR)
I'm not saying you /can't/ throw a cat, but should you?
I would not. They would /remember/ this treatment.
The /best/ improvised thrown weapons, in my opinion, are: pinecones, vases, dinner forks, and a lute.
In no particular order of precedence.
I would not. They would /remember/ this treatment.
The /best/ improvised thrown weapons, in my opinion, are: pinecones, vases, dinner forks, and a lute.
In no particular order of precedence.
Written By Vesper
Feb. 24, 2022, 6:25 p.m.(3/5/1017 AR)
I’ve just spent several months on the open road. While I love it when I get to travel, I’d be lying if I said I hated to return home to a warm bed. As a bonus? This bed doesn't require you to pick burrs from scouting out of your hair every morning. Or your brothers and sisters in arms to have to spot any that you neglected to find before joining them for breakfast. Really. This is the true spirit of camaraderie.
The city has changed since I left. I’ve missed a lot, and I'll need to catch up fast.
The city has changed since I left. I’ve missed a lot, and I'll need to catch up fast.
Written By Vesper
March 1, 2020, 10:58 p.m.(11/8/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Bree
Bree was the first person to welcome me back to Arx. After spending the better part of the last several years traveling and on my feet, it was a sudden and panic-inducing change of pace to be knocked on my ass after she asked me to spar.
I don't know if it's me that lost my edge first, or the highwaymen that were supposed to keep me on my toes, but it's obvious that I have a few things to learn from my brothers and sisters in arms.
I don't know if it's me that lost my edge first, or the highwaymen that were supposed to keep me on my toes, but it's obvious that I have a few things to learn from my brothers and sisters in arms.
Written By Vesper
March 1, 2020, 10:48 p.m.(11/8/1012 AR)
It's a slippery slope, entering the smithy.
You walk in planning to add a new sword to your belt. You walk out having pledged to shovel coal for the blacksmith.
This is just the sort of adventure I returned to Arx to join in on.
You walk in planning to add a new sword to your belt. You walk out having pledged to shovel coal for the blacksmith.
This is just the sort of adventure I returned to Arx to join in on.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 28, 2017, 6:06 p.m.(4/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
If only someone had a banjo ...
Written By Vesper
Sept. 26, 2017, 9:40 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Sir Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms, Knights of Solace: ]
There is is overriding scent of bacon that seems to be permeating the office of the Adjutant. Dame Thena, is the ermine to blame? The dog? Or is it to do with recent talk of breakfast sandwiches? I don't understand.
There is is overriding scent of bacon that seems to be permeating the office of the Adjutant. Dame Thena, is the ermine to blame? The dog? Or is it to do with recent talk of breakfast sandwiches? I don't understand.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 21, 2017, 6:11 p.m.(4/4/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Sir Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms, Knights of Solace: ]
Newly returned from duty at Maelstrom. As it has kindly been said - it's a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there. The beauty of that location is highly subjective. Although the creation of certain shrines there has added an allure to it's stark, unforgiving landscape. The architecture and the decor of the fortress was also relative. To my eye: horrific. To theirs: commonplace. Either way, the locals have an obsession for detail and tentacles. So many tentacles. Although someone from our group tried to improve on those murals. (Thank you, whomever you were.)
While there, I had the opportunity to defend a mother and her children from a unsavory group of brigands that were seeking knowledge about weapons that I knew nothing about. It was more important to me that the mother had her children returned to her safely. Which was the goal that was set out and accomplished. Doing so without killing any of them, which has now become my personal best. It helped that I was surrounded by the good influence of a certain knight (you know who you are) and I witnessed great feats of daring and chivalry. She does her House proud. I'll admit that I gushed a little.
Until I took an arrow to the side. Then I didn't gush so much as seep, as I took to the ground and made very sure that the blackguard that surrendered to us did not escape. He saw me injured and did make an attempt. A feeble one. I tripped him up with my blade and he face-planted with a satisfying noise. I did well by naming my sword Patience, and he did well do eat sand. Which, I feel, gave him a moment to reconsider his hasty decision to flee.
It was a good day.
Newly returned from duty at Maelstrom. As it has kindly been said - it's a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there. The beauty of that location is highly subjective. Although the creation of certain shrines there has added an allure to it's stark, unforgiving landscape. The architecture and the decor of the fortress was also relative. To my eye: horrific. To theirs: commonplace. Either way, the locals have an obsession for detail and tentacles. So many tentacles. Although someone from our group tried to improve on those murals. (Thank you, whomever you were.)
While there, I had the opportunity to defend a mother and her children from a unsavory group of brigands that were seeking knowledge about weapons that I knew nothing about. It was more important to me that the mother had her children returned to her safely. Which was the goal that was set out and accomplished. Doing so without killing any of them, which has now become my personal best. It helped that I was surrounded by the good influence of a certain knight (you know who you are) and I witnessed great feats of daring and chivalry. She does her House proud. I'll admit that I gushed a little.
Until I took an arrow to the side. Then I didn't gush so much as seep, as I took to the ground and made very sure that the blackguard that surrendered to us did not escape. He saw me injured and did make an attempt. A feeble one. I tripped him up with my blade and he face-planted with a satisfying noise. I did well by naming my sword Patience, and he did well do eat sand. Which, I feel, gave him a moment to reconsider his hasty decision to flee.
It was a good day.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 21, 2017, 5:59 p.m.(4/4/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Sir Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms, Knights of Solace: ]
Honestly, dissuading bears from putting out campfires with their piss is what we do. Never mind the important business of defending pilgrims and Mercies.
Remember. Only we can prevent bears from putting out fires.
Honestly, dissuading bears from putting out campfires with their piss is what we do. Never mind the important business of defending pilgrims and Mercies.
Remember. Only we can prevent bears from putting out fires.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 19, 2017, 11:17 a.m.(3/28/1007 AR)
[ From the travel journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]
Please, forgive the lack of proper documentation during my time at Maelstrom, Scholar. I will offer a detailed entry once I return to the capital. For now, please see my current list of Oaths:
Thirteenth's shadowy scrotum.
Gloria's noble nipples.
By Limerance's loins.
Holy milk of Mangata.
Petrichor's mossy marbles.
( Also, adding one overheard. Jayus' gibbering gerbils. )
Please, forgive the lack of proper documentation during my time at Maelstrom, Scholar. I will offer a detailed entry once I return to the capital. For now, please see my current list of Oaths:
Thirteenth's shadowy scrotum.
Gloria's noble nipples.
By Limerance's loins.
Holy milk of Mangata.
Petrichor's mossy marbles.
( Also, adding one overheard. Jayus' gibbering gerbils. )
Written By Vesper
Sept. 18, 2017, 11:44 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]
Addendum: ... And with plans to be dispatched already. How prompt. Where is the Maelstrom ...? Oh. Well, fuck me sideways.
Addendum: ... And with plans to be dispatched already. How prompt. Where is the Maelstrom ...? Oh. Well, fuck me sideways.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 18, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]
To the Journals, the truth, for I could never stomach a lie. I came to the capital city on a hope. Perhaps it's one of the only whims that I have entertained since youth. When I was doing nothing more than riding a stodgy, stubborn pony with a branch in one hand and a cooking pot over my head. Those games of playing at knights with the children of the household. Slaying dragons, finding treasure, defending the innocent from evil. Always, the last point was the reason I was drawn into those games. I always saw myself first as a defender - Sir Vesper. Not Lady Vesper. Yes, I knew that the proper term was Dame. I always insisted upon Sir for no other reason than contrariness. An unfortunate character trait that I carry to some degree these days.
I came to the city on a hope. The hope that I would meet my mother's kin, take a knee, and offer my blade to them in service. However, a Sword without a sword seems like a jest without a punchline. A riddle without an answer. I find the kindness of Arx's people to be surprising, the hospitality offered to the newly traveled is - it's inspiring. Between thanking Gild for the opportunities, she has provided me, the friends that I have made, I learned about the needs of the Knights of Solace. Within me, that set ablaze that fire of hope - honest, sincere hope.
That, I have discovered, is my calling. I sent a messenger to my Father in Stonedeep with my intentions. I am my father's only child. Due to my contrariness, I knew that I would never wed for political gain nor produce heirs. I have no need to remain bound to my nobility. My merit will carry on in the deeds I do, not the name I bear. I will learn what I need to do to prepare myself to take my vows and join the Faith. I understand all the risks involved. To be a Knight of Solace. To be a knight is to accept danger. To lay down my life in the defense of the innocent - Mercies, travelers, pilgrims - from evils ordinary and extraordinary.
Bring it on.
Only, I still need a sword ... (You know who you are.)
To the Journals, the truth, for I could never stomach a lie. I came to the capital city on a hope. Perhaps it's one of the only whims that I have entertained since youth. When I was doing nothing more than riding a stodgy, stubborn pony with a branch in one hand and a cooking pot over my head. Those games of playing at knights with the children of the household. Slaying dragons, finding treasure, defending the innocent from evil. Always, the last point was the reason I was drawn into those games. I always saw myself first as a defender - Sir Vesper. Not Lady Vesper. Yes, I knew that the proper term was Dame. I always insisted upon Sir for no other reason than contrariness. An unfortunate character trait that I carry to some degree these days.
I came to the city on a hope. The hope that I would meet my mother's kin, take a knee, and offer my blade to them in service. However, a Sword without a sword seems like a jest without a punchline. A riddle without an answer. I find the kindness of Arx's people to be surprising, the hospitality offered to the newly traveled is - it's inspiring. Between thanking Gild for the opportunities, she has provided me, the friends that I have made, I learned about the needs of the Knights of Solace. Within me, that set ablaze that fire of hope - honest, sincere hope.
That, I have discovered, is my calling. I sent a messenger to my Father in Stonedeep with my intentions. I am my father's only child. Due to my contrariness, I knew that I would never wed for political gain nor produce heirs. I have no need to remain bound to my nobility. My merit will carry on in the deeds I do, not the name I bear. I will learn what I need to do to prepare myself to take my vows and join the Faith. I understand all the risks involved. To be a Knight of Solace. To be a knight is to accept danger. To lay down my life in the defense of the innocent - Mercies, travelers, pilgrims - from evils ordinary and extraordinary.
Bring it on.
Only, I still need a sword ... (You know who you are.)
Written By Vesper
Sept. 13, 2017, 2:42 p.m.(3/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
We called that: Sailing around Tor toward Southport. I have been told I am an expert hand on a ship. Without hands.
Really. Look at the map.
Really. Look at the map.
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