Written By Edain
April 12, 2017, 10:18 a.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Charlaine
I did, in fact, help her to acquire an icebear.
I feel like this is going to have unintended repercussions.
I feel like this is going to have unintended repercussions.
Written By Edain
April 9, 2017, 7:26 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I was on the battlements when the Queen of Endings revealed herself to us. But news travels fast. It appears she has choosen one that speaks for her, and gifted him with the ability to command the dead to fight for us.
I know I should be happy for every advantage we can have while we are in the fight of our lives, but I cannot help but feel conflicted. These are souls that were at rest, maybe even at peace after either long lives, or short tragic ends. What will calling them to fight mean for them? Do they have any say when they answer the call, or are they just the abstraction of their former selves and will move more a thing of instinct than of thought and will?
I have so many questions, and they are questions to which I know we have no answers too.
The most important one is this. Will I see my brothers and sisters among them if they come to our aid? Will they be proud of how I have lead the Oathlands as was to be their destiny until someone robbed them of it?
Nothing but questions.
I know I should be happy for every advantage we can have while we are in the fight of our lives, but I cannot help but feel conflicted. These are souls that were at rest, maybe even at peace after either long lives, or short tragic ends. What will calling them to fight mean for them? Do they have any say when they answer the call, or are they just the abstraction of their former selves and will move more a thing of instinct than of thought and will?
I have so many questions, and they are questions to which I know we have no answers too.
The most important one is this. Will I see my brothers and sisters among them if they come to our aid? Will they be proud of how I have lead the Oathlands as was to be their destiny until someone robbed them of it?
Nothing but questions.
Written By Edain
April 7, 2017, 7:29 p.m.(3/24/1006 AR)
There is an old saying that 'Nice guys finish last.' But did you history of that saying?
It was started by bitter, mean, assholes that got tired of coming in second to someone nice.
That is all.
It was started by bitter, mean, assholes that got tired of coming in second to someone nice.
That is all.
Written By Edain
April 2, 2017, 10:05 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
Steadfast. That is what I think when I think of Lord Rymarr Lyonesse. Though he has left the his calling in the King's Own, the Oathlands are lucky to have on their favorite sons back. This is a time when we can use every blade we can get.
I know he feels a bit lost now, but a knight of his caliber will find his path. I hope I can help him do so.
I know he feels a bit lost now, but a knight of his caliber will find his path. I hope I can help him do so.
Written By Edain
March 26, 2017, 9:26 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Standing on the walls with archers, I watched in impotent horror as 500 hundred of my knights turned to dust before my eyes. I give my men to the Compact. I am told they would harass the enemy, to slow their march and then get back behind the walls. Extinguished by the exact same thing Princess Alis warned them would happen when the army of Tolmar Brand was at our walls. I was told that heavy Calvary would be called back to the city because they could do very little pinned between such a large host and our walls.
I put my trust in the man commanding the combined forces of the Compact. A man in whom my trust was absolute. I stand on the wall where he asks me to do so. And then I watch as they ride out again, after already doing the job they were told to do. And from that wall I watch in horror as 500 lives are extinguished. I failed my loyal knights because I put my faith in someone else to command them.
I don't know where the breakdown in communication was. But I will find out, and someone is going to fucking answer to me about this.
I put my trust in the man commanding the combined forces of the Compact. A man in whom my trust was absolute. I stand on the wall where he asks me to do so. And then I watch as they ride out again, after already doing the job they were told to do. And from that wall I watch in horror as 500 lives are extinguished. I failed my loyal knights because I put my faith in someone else to command them.
I don't know where the breakdown in communication was. But I will find out, and someone is going to fucking answer to me about this.
Written By Edain
March 26, 2017, 8:17 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Frederik
Count Frederick Steelhart is a hard man who knows all to well the cost of honor and loyalty, but he is a man who's counsel I have always valued. When I was a boy I would sometimes refer to him as 'Ocean Arn' and would promptly be scolded by my father for it.
He is the kind of vassal ever leader needs though. Utterly unafraid of telling me when I am being a dumb-ass, yet brave enough to stand by you through thick and thin despite it. He is crass and ruffles feather's easily but he is a good man.
An 'I told you so' is a small price to pay for someone that has your back even when they want to slap you upside your stubborn head.
He is the kind of vassal ever leader needs though. Utterly unafraid of telling me when I am being a dumb-ass, yet brave enough to stand by you through thick and thin despite it. He is crass and ruffles feather's easily but he is a good man.
An 'I told you so' is a small price to pay for someone that has your back even when they want to slap you upside your stubborn head.
Written By Edain
March 25, 2017, 9:31 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
I feel there is great misinformation about me.
I love maple syrup. It has loamy bouquet that complements it's sweetness perfectly. Making it both decadent yet earthy all at once.
I love olives. They are savory delights and there sense flesh is a joy to chew and let their flavors slowly assault you. Excepting "black olives" that are just limp, wilty and make me inexplicably sad.
I do not enjoy them together! That would just be weird.
Though, if you were to dilute the maple syrup with a little apple vinegar the might indeed make a good sweet brine to pickle olives in. Perhaps I should visit Lyon's Readout sometime and test this theory?
I love maple syrup. It has loamy bouquet that complements it's sweetness perfectly. Making it both decadent yet earthy all at once.
I love olives. They are savory delights and there sense flesh is a joy to chew and let their flavors slowly assault you. Excepting "black olives" that are just limp, wilty and make me inexplicably sad.
I do not enjoy them together! That would just be weird.
Though, if you were to dilute the maple syrup with a little apple vinegar the might indeed make a good sweet brine to pickle olives in. Perhaps I should visit Lyon's Readout sometime and test this theory?
Written By Edain
March 19, 2017, 5:19 p.m.(2/14/1006 AR)
Have you ever experienced actual silence? I am not talking about quiet. I am talking of the utter absence of any sound at all. It his horrifying. When I was still a squire and learning to tilt, a training exercise went very wrong and a jousting lance struck my helm and just the right angle to break the cheap training helm, and sent me falling backwards off the horse and striking my head against a post on the way down. The head wound called blood to pool in my ears until all sound was gone. Not a distracting ringing, not muffling of sound that made them sound weak and far away.
It was no sound at all. And in the absent of any sound, our minds almost immediately descend into panic. The sounds that surround us even the most subtle ones give us comfort, give the world a sense of permanency that even sight cannot give you. In time I mended and my hearing slowly came back, but for those two days of complete and utter silence, I would lash out violently unless a loved one was within arms reach. I was blessed that my sister, Princess Tabitha was willing to clear her schedule for a few days to dote on me.
Currently loping towards Arx with slow menace is an enemy that follows something called Silence, with a capital S. Many have written there thoughts on what this Silence is. I would be lying if I said I understood what it is. But if this is a thing that exists only in the truest forms of inescapable silence, then I can only imagine the madness it has given itself too. Maybe it is just wants to drag all the world into it's madness so it no longer has to suffer it alone. Maybe it is more like beast gone rabid, than a calculating fiend that we can hope to understand the motives of.
Either way it sounds like it is time for this feral animal to show us it's throat so we can put it out of it's misery, and let our voices be what shatters the silence once and for all.
It was no sound at all. And in the absent of any sound, our minds almost immediately descend into panic. The sounds that surround us even the most subtle ones give us comfort, give the world a sense of permanency that even sight cannot give you. In time I mended and my hearing slowly came back, but for those two days of complete and utter silence, I would lash out violently unless a loved one was within arms reach. I was blessed that my sister, Princess Tabitha was willing to clear her schedule for a few days to dote on me.
Currently loping towards Arx with slow menace is an enemy that follows something called Silence, with a capital S. Many have written there thoughts on what this Silence is. I would be lying if I said I understood what it is. But if this is a thing that exists only in the truest forms of inescapable silence, then I can only imagine the madness it has given itself too. Maybe it is just wants to drag all the world into it's madness so it no longer has to suffer it alone. Maybe it is more like beast gone rabid, than a calculating fiend that we can hope to understand the motives of.
Either way it sounds like it is time for this feral animal to show us it's throat so we can put it out of it's misery, and let our voices be what shatters the silence once and for all.
Written By Edain
March 19, 2017, 4:54 p.m.(2/14/1006 AR)
So I fought in the Golden Hart's first championship, and it was an experience that I think I learned something from. My first match was against Lord Commander Silas. A man I had never bested in personal combat. It was tough battle (and I have no dillusions, Lord Commander Silas was fighting with a little more pagentry than he usually does. Had he been more focused I'd not have won). But still it was a victory I was very proud of.
And then the very next match, Sir Mathias beats me savagely, and I think my blade did not hit him but once. I tried to put on a brave face, but if I am very honest with myself, I was embarrassed and looked like an amateur. Pride coming before the fall, I experienced great hubris. A reminder that you must always have your guard up, and be ready for any challenge.
And then the very next match, Sir Mathias beats me savagely, and I think my blade did not hit him but once. I tried to put on a brave face, but if I am very honest with myself, I was embarrassed and looked like an amateur. Pride coming before the fall, I experienced great hubris. A reminder that you must always have your guard up, and be ready for any challenge.
Written By Edain
March 12, 2017, 7:17 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
Little Lady Clover Wyrmgard. She is one of those people that it is nearly impossible to be in a bad mood around. If you can you are dead inside and should seek the assistance of a Mercy immediately. In days like these it is sometime hard to find your smile. It is even rarer to find someone that will draw one out of you kicking and screaming if they must.
She is a surprise hugger though, be warned.
She is a surprise hugger though, be warned.
Written By Edain
March 12, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
The Princess from across the sea is a new addition to our family. Her story is a fascinating one. One I won't repeat here because it is hers to tell and I think people owe it to themselves to coming to her and hearing it for themselves. Talking about our traditions and our history to someone that is entirely an outsider has really been startling for me. It has made me realize how much I take for granted.
In the Oathlands we are pretty set in our ways. We feel like we have things pretty well figured out and we do not always like to try new things. I think it's good to have to step out of our comfort zones and learn new things and about new people. Also she seems to be very knowledgeable about sailing and more maritime ventures. Something my people are lacking in outside of the Safecove's Barony.
In the Oathlands we are pretty set in our ways. We feel like we have things pretty well figured out and we do not always like to try new things. I think it's good to have to step out of our comfort zones and learn new things and about new people. Also she seems to be very knowledgeable about sailing and more maritime ventures. Something my people are lacking in outside of the Safecove's Barony.
Written By Edain
March 5, 2017, 2:49 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
Lyon's Redoubt is a place that is stepped in fond memories for me. There was an apple orchard there where they brewed a delicious dark cider. Vance, Tabitha and Valen used to go there to drink and to solve all of Arvum's problems. There was no day that I was more excited than when I was knighted and I was for the first time invited to join them.
That is why it makes me glad to see that the Lyon's Redoubt is in capable hands. Marquessa Demura is a skilled knight, has a good head for tactics and strategy, and has a boundless love for her people. It is good that she is here to help us fight the storm that is on the way.
That is why it makes me glad to see that the Lyon's Redoubt is in capable hands. Marquessa Demura is a skilled knight, has a good head for tactics and strategy, and has a boundless love for her people. It is good that she is here to help us fight the storm that is on the way.
Written By Edain
March 2, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
So today I heard one person call another a 'Twat Biscuit.' It was said in such an aggressive and hateful manner that I could only conclude this is meant to be disparaging to the target.
I am confused by this because when I think of a biscuit I think of something that is warm, soft and delicious, all of which would be quality of quite an amazing twat.
Sometimes the complexities of offering a proper insult are lost on me.
I am confused by this because when I think of a biscuit I think of something that is warm, soft and delicious, all of which would be quality of quite an amazing twat.
Sometimes the complexities of offering a proper insult are lost on me.
Written By Edain
Feb. 26, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(1/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
I had the opportunity to speak to the Black Sheep of the Thrax family. Well actually he might be more of a white sheep.
You know what forget the sheep analogy, I can't make it work with that family. In any event, the Prince defied my expectations. For whatever my opinion matters for, I think he is a good man.
You know what forget the sheep analogy, I can't make it work with that family. In any event, the Prince defied my expectations. For whatever my opinion matters for, I think he is a good man.
Written By Edain
Feb. 26, 2017, 6:36 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
The Gala of Grief's Reflection was beautiful. There was wine, and dancing, and laughter, and god memories, and flowers.
Oh gods the flowers. Every color you could ever think of and I am sure you would have been able to name every last one.
I don't know if these words will reach you, but I will say a pray to Vellichor that he keeps them safe for you. Thank you. You were a gift to us all.
Oh gods the flowers. Every color you could ever think of and I am sure you would have been able to name every last one.
I don't know if these words will reach you, but I will say a pray to Vellichor that he keeps them safe for you. Thank you. You were a gift to us all.
Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fiachra
Lord Fiachra is a man that I have come to call a friend. He's rode into battle with my sister and fought along side her. He has shown himself to me a man of honor and devotion. He is dedicated to his family the Greenmarch, to his liege the Telmar, and by extension his oath to the Valardin. He is also a damn fine archer and an excellent hunting companion.
I like him, even if he does occasionally send me a dispatch that makes me spit my tea.
I like him, even if he does occasionally send me a dispatch that makes me spit my tea.
Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:52 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
The strength of the Greenmarch is always something that surprises me. In my personal ignorance, I always assume that our differences are going to be rift that I will never truly bridge. But constantly I am proven wrong, and no one proved me more wrong than Lady Eirlys. We could not be more different, and yet on some of the most important things, we are in complete agreement. Loyalty to family, and being willing to fight for them.
She's also a hell of a fighter, she rode with me in the battle of Pridehall and protected my flank and saved my life more than once, and she has also beaten me from pillar to post in armed practice in the Telmar gauntlet. That's the kind of warrior you want to have your back when battle comes.
She's also a hell of a fighter, she rode with me in the battle of Pridehall and protected my flank and saved my life more than once, and she has also beaten me from pillar to post in armed practice in the Telmar gauntlet. That's the kind of warrior you want to have your back when battle comes.
Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:35 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
When we lost Nadia Nightgold we lost one of our brightest ray's of light in all of the compact. She had a love for life that was nothing less than infectious. She was an ally and more importantly she was friend. Over the past year she would remind me often that I should take time to relax and enjoy this beautiful world we are part of. She'd always have ideas of things I should do, and I almost never found time to do any of them with her. There just always seemed like there would be time later.
Later never came.
She was a friend with a heart of honor, like greatest knights I ever knew, so I wanted to remember her as such.
My father had a tradition, would a knight in his service would fall, their arms and armor would be turned over to the knight's family, but my father would keep their spurs. In a small private ritual, he would bury the spurs in his chapel garden, a moment to those lost to battle in the most serene place he knew. I had a small pair of spurs made so I could honor Nadia's memory in the same way.
When I held them in my hand I started to turn them over and over, and I thought to myself how tiny and delicate they looked, just like Nadia. Then i promptly tore my thumb open with the point of one of the spurs. Again, just like Nadia, they looked small and delicate, but made of the strongest steel, the sharpest edges, and ready to humble you when you underestimate her.
Small, sharp and made of the strongest steel. That is how I will always remember my friend, Duchess Nadia Nightgold.
Later never came.
She was a friend with a heart of honor, like greatest knights I ever knew, so I wanted to remember her as such.
My father had a tradition, would a knight in his service would fall, their arms and armor would be turned over to the knight's family, but my father would keep their spurs. In a small private ritual, he would bury the spurs in his chapel garden, a moment to those lost to battle in the most serene place he knew. I had a small pair of spurs made so I could honor Nadia's memory in the same way.
When I held them in my hand I started to turn them over and over, and I thought to myself how tiny and delicate they looked, just like Nadia. Then i promptly tore my thumb open with the point of one of the spurs. Again, just like Nadia, they looked small and delicate, but made of the strongest steel, the sharpest edges, and ready to humble you when you underestimate her.
Small, sharp and made of the strongest steel. That is how I will always remember my friend, Duchess Nadia Nightgold.
Written By Edain
Feb. 5, 2017, 1:53 p.m.(11/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
I spoke very harshly about Marquis Vincere after the confrontation in the Iron Garrison. And then I found myself keep vigil in front of the rectory waiting for the Faith give up a man that murdered a High Lord. It is the kind of perfect storm that can quickly get out of hand, and you can never truly be prepared for how things will go. In short I was standing there in the kind of situation that can go wrong despite best intentions and being careful as you can be, and these were the very things I criticized him for.
I knew I could not keep things calm and peaceful on my own, and so I asked Marquis Vincere to help keep the vigil peaceful. Without malice, without any 'I told you so's' and without hesitation he has helped me keep things peaceful and civil here. So far we have been peaceful presence and I would not have been able to keep this vigil so if he had not helped me. I was wrong about Marquis Vincere, he is a man of the finest of character.
I know that saying I am sorry and that I was wrong, does not take back the past, but maybe he likes bacon. I can send him maple bacon and apple cider. Everyone likes both of those things right?
I knew I could not keep things calm and peaceful on my own, and so I asked Marquis Vincere to help keep the vigil peaceful. Without malice, without any 'I told you so's' and without hesitation he has helped me keep things peaceful and civil here. So far we have been peaceful presence and I would not have been able to keep this vigil so if he had not helped me. I was wrong about Marquis Vincere, he is a man of the finest of character.
I know that saying I am sorry and that I was wrong, does not take back the past, but maybe he likes bacon. I can send him maple bacon and apple cider. Everyone likes both of those things right?
Written By Edain
Jan. 18, 2017, 9:36 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
In light of recent comments made in the journals, I feel in the spirit of fairness that o point out that at no point did the Envoys of the Nox'alfar shit on any of the rugs in the Valardin manor. Just to be forthcoming.
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