Written By Sparte
Oct. 9, 2018, 7:01 p.m.(10/2/1009 AR)
I've been spending some time studying the cairn Valardin, to help me understand how the soldiers of old were recognized. There are single soldiers who have monuments to be remembered, but so many others who have none left behind to remember even their names. It is a solemn and humbling thought.
I do not shy from the danger ahead because of it. I know Gloria and The Sentinel's ideals are my own, and Death will judge my worth whatever the fate ahead. Yet memories are fickle, even when set in stone.
I do not shy from the danger ahead because of it. I know Gloria and The Sentinel's ideals are my own, and Death will judge my worth whatever the fate ahead. Yet memories are fickle, even when set in stone.
Written By Sparte
Oct. 7, 2018, 10:50 p.m.(9/27/1009 AR)
They say that everything in nature is just a bit more aware than we give them credit for. I wonder, what does a dog see when they look in a mirror? Were a butterfly to land upon one would they find their own reflection strange?
Written By Sparte
Sept. 26, 2018, 8:28 p.m.(9/4/1009 AR)
A begger never needs me, a sailor always can. A princess once gave me away and a priest can't give it again. What am I?
Written By Sparte
Sept. 26, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(9/3/1009 AR)
I'll never be a blue sky nor a bright yellow sun, children despise me though they often get me on their clothes when they're having fun. The unlucky sometimes look like me on boats or after meals, but when winter fades I dominate with zeal. What am I?
Written By Sparte
Sept. 25, 2018, 11:10 p.m.(9/3/1009 AR)
I am ignored when I am given, I am given when I'm not needed, and I am needed when I am ignored. What am I?
Written By Sparte
Sept. 23, 2018, 11:32 p.m.(8/27/1009 AR)
I've been taking lessons at the Academy of War, in advance of the coming conflict. The things I never understood about military combat are, well, more massive than I had thought. It was the sort of lessons that leave me realizing how little I've learned and what passionate military minds must be capable of.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 16, 2018, 9:17 p.m.(8/12/1009 AR)
I've been working on some maps to help explain the areas around Arx to our patrolmen who arn't native to the area. It has been enlightening to really get a feel for how people describe the area nearby in different ways.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 14, 2018, 10:01 a.m.(8/7/1009 AR)
The efforts to gather stones for the shrine of jayus have trickled to a near standstill. I can't justify putting more time towards it myself with the threat to the lodge looming closer and closer. I hope someone will carry it forward in the other wards fo the compact, as Princes Sabella did for Grayson.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 10, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
The get together by the Whitehawks was a pleasure to attend. It was great to see everyone in such high spirits. Wish I'd known there was going to be games like that before hand, I'll need to prepare more jokes.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 7, 2018, 5:19 p.m.(7/20/1009 AR)
So it has become a practice amongst some of the Iron Guard to call Lieutenant Calaudrin, Uncle Cal. To the best of my knowledge, he doesn't actually have a brother. The nickname is just that.
But what if he did have a brother? Why, that person would've sired a full hundred or more of the Iron Guard by themselves. I would very much enjoy hearing a verse dedicated to the exploits of the brother of Uncle Cal.
But what if he did have a brother? Why, that person would've sired a full hundred or more of the Iron Guard by themselves. I would very much enjoy hearing a verse dedicated to the exploits of the brother of Uncle Cal.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 30, 2018, 3:37 p.m.(6/28/1009 AR)
I've learned this is an unpopular opinion, but here goes.
Randomly giving things away without meaning feels pointless to me. I'm glad people are having fun, I really am. I support people drawing more closely together. Yet this feels like just a source of knick knacks that in so many cases are forgotten or discarded soon after.
I don't discourage people from participating, just encourage giving something with some meaning. Something worth a story.
Randomly giving things away without meaning feels pointless to me. I'm glad people are having fun, I really am. I support people drawing more closely together. Yet this feels like just a source of knick knacks that in so many cases are forgotten or discarded soon after.
I don't discourage people from participating, just encourage giving something with some meaning. Something worth a story.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 28, 2018, 10 p.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
I've helped paint a number of rocks now for various people, though I always find a special beauty in a rock painted by someone with unsure hands. They hold part of the person's unique personality in the stone. I wish more people would try art and not worry about being the best at it. We all have the passion to create something in us, I'm pretty sure.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 24, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
I've been trying to write a poem, about my life and experiences. Put down what I would want to recount, were I to find myself sent to the wheel to speak my case. It is so much easier to tell someone else's story than my own. Maybe I should get help.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 22, 2018, 11:47 a.m.(6/11/1009 AR)
The news of what happened to Lady Titania has just reached me. I am going to need time to process it. I hope she still lives, I hope she might yet be rescued, but I do not know from where or from how. I pray someone does. We will all have lost a kind and noble soul otherwise.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 18, 2018, 12:30 p.m.(6/3/1009 AR)
A busy week. Though it wasn't the excitement of last week, I did end up ina river holding a sack of rocks at one point. I've spoken with roughly half of the knights who I wish to learn from before taking my next steps, but the second half are the more difficult half. Busier, less accessible. Perhaps I set the number too high, or perhaps I just need to do the work I set for myself.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 12, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)
The tournament for the Champions is at a close. I somehow managed to win against Sir Jeffeth Bayweather in the opening exchange. I managed to surprise him, perhaps my greatest strength as a fighter. I surprised myself too as I never expected that to work.
I've donated the reward from the tournament to the Knights of Solace. Perhaps Sir Jeffeth will appreciate the gesture, but it isn't for his sake. I do not like what had to be done at the Tragedy nor the outcome. It is for my own conscience to be given some rest.
I've donated the reward from the tournament to the Knights of Solace. Perhaps Sir Jeffeth will appreciate the gesture, but it isn't for his sake. I do not like what had to be done at the Tragedy nor the outcome. It is for my own conscience to be given some rest.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 2, 2018, 1:17 a.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
I just realized I've decided to become a better storyteller. As if I wasn't busy enough, I go and give myself more work. Thanks, Sparte.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 2, 2018, 1:14 a.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
The funeral for Brother Martin was today. There were a great many people there who I expected to see, and some I did not. He touched more lives than I knew. The words from the Bayweathers were beautiful, even the bit about cake.
Afterwards, I found myself before the Hall of Heroes. I found myself thinking about how many people were heroes who did something that saved so many, who would never grace those Halls. Saved them in ways big and small. Perhaps not the whole of the Compact, but people worthy of being remembered. People who stood for things that shouldn't be forgotten. I long for a day when we will not forget.
Afterwards, I found myself before the Hall of Heroes. I found myself thinking about how many people were heroes who did something that saved so many, who would never grace those Halls. Saved them in ways big and small. Perhaps not the whole of the Compact, but people worthy of being remembered. People who stood for things that shouldn't be forgotten. I long for a day when we will not forget.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 1, 2018, 3:23 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Tiny Tom has made a best friend I think. Sally the Squirrel, a squirrel and a stoat. They've both been elsewhere so I don't have to watch the antics myself, but I've been assured it is something else.
Meanwhile Hyberbole (That is how the name is spelled, I didn't name her) is growing into a fine horse. She is more curious than Betsy was by far, but she lacks the calm temperment that made Betsy one of a kind. I get the feeling Hyberbole has a lot of growing left to do.
I thought to make a comment in my journals about this, because one of the guardsmen noticed there wasn't a stoat hanging around my bunk. Apparently that has been such an ever present thing since I came here that they were wondering if I'd left the guard or died. It was exactly as charming of a conversation as I make it sound.
I think I'll leave Tiny Tom with the Whitehawks a while longer.
Meanwhile Hyberbole (That is how the name is spelled, I didn't name her) is growing into a fine horse. She is more curious than Betsy was by far, but she lacks the calm temperment that made Betsy one of a kind. I get the feeling Hyberbole has a lot of growing left to do.
I thought to make a comment in my journals about this, because one of the guardsmen noticed there wasn't a stoat hanging around my bunk. Apparently that has been such an ever present thing since I came here that they were wondering if I'd left the guard or died. It was exactly as charming of a conversation as I make it sound.
I think I'll leave Tiny Tom with the Whitehawks a while longer.
Written By Sparte
July 30, 2018, 10:50 a.m.(4/16/1009 AR)
I'm not unique in wishing to know where I came from. It is a part of a person's story, those of the people who led up to where they are now. That doesn't mean the old stories defines me, that doesn't mean they limit who and what I can become.
I have recently had the blessing to know who my ancestors are, some of them. To learn people I had worked with and known, and others who are new to me, are actually distant family. It is heartening. There is a certain loneliness I've always had that has begun to fade.
That was the energy, the hope, I brought with me as I attempted to learn more about my origins. What did I find?
A cow.
Wilhelm has been snickering at me for hours, and keeps asking if I want a cup of milk.
I have recently had the blessing to know who my ancestors are, some of them. To learn people I had worked with and known, and others who are new to me, are actually distant family. It is heartening. There is a certain loneliness I've always had that has begun to fade.
That was the energy, the hope, I brought with me as I attempted to learn more about my origins. What did I find?
A cow.
Wilhelm has been snickering at me for hours, and keeps asking if I want a cup of milk.
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