Written By Shard
Sept. 5, 2018, 5:13 p.m.(7/16/1009 AR)
People are complicated. Reality is messy. People can do heroic things, they can do evil things, they can even be evil or heroic. Occasionally they can be both. Often they're also a bunch of assholes. And you only ever know about the ones who had their stories passed on and remembered. The people who get a statue are the ones who were popular enough to have someone build them one, but being popular isn't how you should measure heroism.
Written By Shard
Aug. 29, 2018, 4:55 a.m.(6/25/1009 AR)
A long, long time ago, probably before humans had started counting, Winter came to the North so hungry that it gobbled up all the green things, all the bushes and leaves and every last store of food. It ate the mice and the squirrels, and the sparrows and the rabbits, it chased the boars away, and it started gnawing so fiercely on the herds that they too began disappearing, until even the greatest hunters were thin and starving or already frozen and dead.
Old Wolf was no longer among those greatest hunters, but he was so old and so stubborn that he was not yet dead. Even though Winter howled and bit at him, and it had been many days since he'd last tasted so much as a rat, he continued pushing on through the snow, determined to keep moving until he either found something to kill and eat or dropped from exhaustion and starvation.
So long had he been trudging alone through the howling winds that when the sound first came, his ears didn't pick it out. "Brother, brother!" came a cawing from surprisingly nearby. "So good to have found you."
Old Wolf looked and saw a very thin looking black bird peering at him from the dead branch of a nearby tree. "Go away," he snarled. "I'm not dead yet. Wait a while for your meal, bonepicker."
"Oh, brother," called Raven, from her perch. "You misunderstand. I'm only here to tell you that you're going the wrong way."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Old Wolf, feeling the chill start to work its way into his bones now that he'd stopped moving. "I'm going my way. It's as good a way as any."
"But if you come this way," said Raven, "We can both eat well tonight."
Now Old Wolf had met many ravens and known none of them, which was the way of things in his time. "I have no patience for your tricks," he growled. "Or your thieving, or your chatter. Leave me alone, or I'll eat you next." But he made it only two steps more before Raven landed on his back and bit his tail.
Enraged and bewildered, Old Wolf whirled around and snapped at the big black bird. He got three feathers for his trouble, and a heavy peck on the top of his head. And so humiliated, Old Wolf chased Raven through the snows, his hunt forgotten, until the sun dipped below the horizon and cold tore at them both. At last they reached a copse of dead trees, where Raven abruptly flew upward and Old Wolf nearly tripped over the half-frozen carcass of the largest elk he'd ever laid eyes on.
While Old Wolf was close to collapsing, his teeth were as sharp as ever, and he tore open the dead elk without a single further thought, eating and eating until he could eat no more. When he finally moved away, his belly full and his jaws coated in blood, Raven swept down from where she had been watching and proceeded to eat a feast of her own where he'd left off.
"Why did you lead me here?" Old Wolf finally thought to ask, once they'd both had a second meal the next day.
"I wasn't strong enough to get through the hide myself," Raven replied.
"I see," said Old Wolf. "You are sincere when your stomach is involved."
"Of course," said Raven.
Old Wolf and Raven hunted together until Winter at last grew tired and retreated, but when the sun and the green returned, they saw no reason to stop. This became the new way of things.
Written By Shard
Aug. 28, 2018, 7:24 p.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I'm just the idiot prodigal repeatedly pointing out that what's coming is worse than Stormwall.
Written By Shard
Aug. 28, 2018, 7:14 p.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
And normally, I'd agree with you. Normally I wouldn't give a shit. Sometimes it's even entertaining. But these aren't normal times, and this isn't a normal enemy. And since it's /this/ enemy, I'm downright fucking irritable.
Written By Shard
Aug. 28, 2018, 6:47 p.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
Meanwhile, I'll point out for the third time, there's an actual living enemy with actual living forces that you need to stand united against very soon, and as bad as the last one was, this one is much more powerful. But by all means, keep arguing like children over the last war instead of planning for this one.
Written By Shard
Aug. 27, 2018, 4:26 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Call a gods-damned duel already and get some fucking perspective.
Written By Shard
Aug. 27, 2018, 3:19 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Written By Shard
Aug. 26, 2018, 10:47 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sheena
Being a soldier is very different from being a Thrall. Very.
And I'm going to put the quill down now.
Written By Shard
Aug. 19, 2018, 3:36 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Every day I wake up with a purpose. There are mornings when I have trouble getting out of bed; everyone has mornings like these. There are mornings when I'm uncertain, or angry, or lost. I don't know the how. I don't know the when. I get frustrated, I get impatient. I feel helpless. But I always know what I want and where I want to go, and I've known that for a very, very long time now, since I was very, very young. Sometimes I dream about it. Sometimes my dreams only remind me of it when they're gone, when I wake up alone in the quiet and I remember why I made the promise the very first time.
Every now and then I make the promise again. Sometimes to myself. Sometimes to someone else. You could call it a ritual, but it's not. It's merely a choice. The choice that I will keep making, every day, until either I'm dead, or, somehow, that promise is fulfilled.
Written By Shard
Aug. 17, 2018, 4:32 p.m.(6/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sergei
Rat tastes better than wolf. Rat. Think about that for a moment.
Written By Shard
Aug. 17, 2018, 3:20 a.m.(5/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlex
Written By Shard
Aug. 15, 2018, 5:21 a.m.(5/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
...Unless, I suppose, it was a spectacularly powerful someone else, and a particularly well chosen day. Then, maybe.
Written By Shard
Aug. 12, 2018, 6:30 p.m.(5/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bethany
Where I grew up, when the children were starving, everyone was starving. That was Winter when something went wrong. It's easy to make moral judgments and have cute little philosophical debates about right and wrong when you aren't trying to figure out how you and everyone you know survive.
Written By Shard
Aug. 12, 2018, 3:38 p.m.(5/19/1009 AR)
This city is overflowing with food. There's so much food we can throw feasts in the dead of winter. If there's a starving child and they're surrounded by food the law doesn't allow them to have, I'd like to know who thinks that law is actually just.
Written By Shard
Aug. 11, 2018, 3:19 a.m.(5/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
What?
Written By Shard
Aug. 7, 2018, 3:15 a.m.(5/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Written By Shard
Aug. 5, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(5/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Thesarin
Written By Shard
July 29, 2018, 11:56 p.m.(4/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Written By Shard
July 25, 2018, 2:57 a.m.(4/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Written By Shard
July 21, 2018, 4:51 a.m.(3/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
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