Written By Cristoph
Aug. 14, 2022, 8:36 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
With the destruction of our capital city, I find myself in awe of the resiliency of Artshall's people. Our craftsmen and workers will stay on in temporary shelters near what remains of the keep, and we'll begin the process of clearing debris immediately. I plan to spend much, if not all, of my time here.
Other civilians have relocated to other locations within the duchy while the re-building efforts commence. Some others are still very frightened, and we've made arrangements with our vassals house to keep them on until a time when they feel comfortable returning.
I'm fortunate to have the strength not just of Artshall behind me, but all of those who support us.
Other civilians have relocated to other locations within the duchy while the re-building efforts commence. Some others are still very frightened, and we've made arrangements with our vassals house to keep them on until a time when they feel comfortable returning.
I'm fortunate to have the strength not just of Artshall behind me, but all of those who support us.
Written By Preston
Aug. 14, 2022, 5:45 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
Artshall is a place I feel deep connection to, as though it were once some old home of mine. The Laurents have been such good friends to the Faith and the Templars, loyal and pious. We have stood together in battles, we have stood together in sorrow, and stood together in celebration. It will rebuild, and retake its place as a bastion that holds that area of the Oathlands for the light of the Compact and our Gods.
To that end I have given a million silver to our Seraph to hand out in alms to the people of Artshall, and a million more to Duke Cristoph to help fund the immediate needs to reinforce its lands.
To that end I have given a million silver to our Seraph to hand out in alms to the people of Artshall, and a million more to Duke Cristoph to help fund the immediate needs to reinforce its lands.
Written By Ilira
Aug. 14, 2022, 3:30 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
A smile can mean many more things than happiness.
Last night, I returned from a rescue mission in Artshall. A pocket of survivers were trapped by debris after the implosion of the hospital. I wasn't there the night of, and I wish I could say I wish I was, but the mere aftermath was enough to enervate me, both in the city itself and at the Saving Grace days before. We all of us in this capital know the skin-crawling chill of seeing our friends and our loves so broken by battle, at the same time we are glad to /see/ them.
That's the way I felt, walking the streets of Artshall: like I was seeing a moribund friend, warped and mangled beyond recognition. But not dead.
Sometimes I get so afraid, so furious, so fucking fed up and pissed at the unrelenting brainlessness of enemies within and without--too low-witted and hive-minded to take the hint that we'll always persevere--that I forget how fully I love this Compact. I love this Compact, and I crave to see it whole and happy. I was not there for Bastion, but I will be here for Artshall, with the rest of you. Art, like Arvum, endures.
That's why I walked away smiling last night: not because of the light in a world that has fallen, but because I know it will rise again.
Though, singing with Lucita did help.
Last night, I returned from a rescue mission in Artshall. A pocket of survivers were trapped by debris after the implosion of the hospital. I wasn't there the night of, and I wish I could say I wish I was, but the mere aftermath was enough to enervate me, both in the city itself and at the Saving Grace days before. We all of us in this capital know the skin-crawling chill of seeing our friends and our loves so broken by battle, at the same time we are glad to /see/ them.
That's the way I felt, walking the streets of Artshall: like I was seeing a moribund friend, warped and mangled beyond recognition. But not dead.
Sometimes I get so afraid, so furious, so fucking fed up and pissed at the unrelenting brainlessness of enemies within and without--too low-witted and hive-minded to take the hint that we'll always persevere--that I forget how fully I love this Compact. I love this Compact, and I crave to see it whole and happy. I was not there for Bastion, but I will be here for Artshall, with the rest of you. Art, like Arvum, endures.
That's why I walked away smiling last night: not because of the light in a world that has fallen, but because I know it will rise again.
Though, singing with Lucita did help.
Written By Aconite
Aug. 14, 2022, 1:14 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
I know my friends are in deep pain and despair, as they were in Bastion and Jay'alaz. There are not words or time enough for me to list how I ache and rage for Artshall.
Only one silver lining comes from this day
From the ashes will rise still greater beauty, community and inspiration. I have every faith in House Laurent.
Only one silver lining comes from this day
From the ashes will rise still greater beauty, community and inspiration. I have every faith in House Laurent.
Written By Sebastian
Aug. 13, 2022, 8:07 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
My soul aches for what has befallen Artshall. To see everything you love and built destroyed before your eyes is a heart-rending devastation for anyone to face.
Grieve. Mourn who was lost and what was lost.
And rebuild. We will be there to help you.
Grieve. Mourn who was lost and what was lost.
And rebuild. We will be there to help you.
Written By Sebastian
Aug. 13, 2022, 8:03 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
Dame Felicia was kind enough to indulge my curiosity on a specific topic of which she had considerable knowledge. From that one conversation, I found her to be articulate, passionate and dedicated to a pursuit that extended beyond herself alone. Though I cannot say I knew her well, she held my admiration.
May the Queen welcome you home.
May the Queen welcome you home.
Written By Kiera
Aug. 13, 2022, 7:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
i had a difficult conversation with a friend this week. When we met we caught each other in an embrace and I just wanted to stay in that moment and nearly lost the courage to say what needed to be said. A moment after which things will likely change. And it isn't over yet. Still more difficult conversations to be has choices to be made. so many people are suffering to such a great degree i don't dare wish for more peace than i've been granted and pray i have strenth for what's to come
Written By Kiera
Aug. 13, 2022, 7:12 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
It was nice to have family and friends to together at Wyrmgard to plan and share news. Nothing can be taken for granted these days
Written By Savio
Aug. 13, 2022, 6:06 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Filling a blank page is not usually a problem I have. But here I sit with the nothingness of the parchment looking back at me, and I am struggling to place the bleakness of this feeling within the specificity of language.
I am hurt more badly than I would like, more badly than I am used to. But some have suffered far worse, and others have sacrificed everything.
I struggle to find the words, but for so many citizens of Artshall, their music, writing, painting, are all gone forever, and all the pages left to them now are empty.
What a specific despair it is, the silence of inspired voices. These were -- in spirit -- my people, and my heart is broken.
I am hurt more badly than I would like, more badly than I am used to. But some have suffered far worse, and others have sacrificed everything.
I struggle to find the words, but for so many citizens of Artshall, their music, writing, painting, are all gone forever, and all the pages left to them now are empty.
What a specific despair it is, the silence of inspired voices. These were -- in spirit -- my people, and my heart is broken.
Written By Raven
Aug. 13, 2022, 3:42 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
We can do better than this. Truely.
Written By Fiora
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:37 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Must be intuition that called me back to Arx, but where to start...
Written By Eirene
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
Felicia died a heroic dead. Doesn't change the fact she's dead. But her sacrifice may have stopped something -nasty- from getting into our world. So I thank her for that.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:20 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Artshall has fallen. Another magnificent city taken by that shithead Traitor. I wish I could have done more but I did what I could...
A silver lining in all this shit. I took a calculated risk and it payed off in spades. Cannot wait to see what comes next.
A silver lining in all this shit. I took a calculated risk and it payed off in spades. Cannot wait to see what comes next.
Written By Ailys
Aug. 13, 2022, 9:56 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
My heart is with the Duchy of Laurent.
Written By Mabelle
Aug. 13, 2022, 6:56 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
Ash.
It's all ash.
Our people, their home, their livelihood. Ash.
Years of hard work. Ash.
How do you even start again?
Where do you even start?
I personally promised people safety and they were delivered death.
This is too much to bear.
But we will grieve and then we will rise and the only ashes remaining will be those of our enemies.
It's all ash.
Our people, their home, their livelihood. Ash.
Years of hard work. Ash.
How do you even start again?
Where do you even start?
I personally promised people safety and they were delivered death.
This is too much to bear.
But we will grieve and then we will rise and the only ashes remaining will be those of our enemies.
Written By Titus
Aug. 13, 2022, 3:21 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
I am aware the Compact has experienced setbacks, that people have lost their homes such as with Artshall burned to ash and have lost people who have deep meaning to them. Life is of endings and beginnings and it may feel as though right now is surely a terrible ending.
May you remember the lesson that the Whip-poor-will gives us all if we choose to listen to her children.
We each face great moments of despair, when things seem to be their darkest. Indeed, reports right now come to me saying how the Compact has been driven back and lost many holdings, even a great city burned to ash and many have died across places like the Mourning Isles. But while the darkest of moments in the past created monsters of fear and terror, it also created something else, hope.
In the darkest of nights the smallest of stars shine even brighter. When you look up, may you find yourself remembering those who have left. Those who have touched your life in some small or even great way, and let their memory not fade. Remember their stories and be a better you. And may that better you touch others, even one, in such a way that when you die your star shines in their hearts. While many here hurt and often are angry or confused with Death being unfair, remember as children of Skald that it is your choices which can take ordinary people in extraordinary times and do tremendously amazing actions that ripple far down the stream of life.
Remember those who have died and keep their memory alive as you become a better person with their life touching yours. Remember that as a flame of hope, it isn't your place to shine forever but it can be your choice to ignite that spark in others and the light continue to spread and shine.
Remember the Whip-poor-will's lesson and look up to those stars and let their stories guide.
May you remember the lesson that the Whip-poor-will gives us all if we choose to listen to her children.
We each face great moments of despair, when things seem to be their darkest. Indeed, reports right now come to me saying how the Compact has been driven back and lost many holdings, even a great city burned to ash and many have died across places like the Mourning Isles. But while the darkest of moments in the past created monsters of fear and terror, it also created something else, hope.
In the darkest of nights the smallest of stars shine even brighter. When you look up, may you find yourself remembering those who have left. Those who have touched your life in some small or even great way, and let their memory not fade. Remember their stories and be a better you. And may that better you touch others, even one, in such a way that when you die your star shines in their hearts. While many here hurt and often are angry or confused with Death being unfair, remember as children of Skald that it is your choices which can take ordinary people in extraordinary times and do tremendously amazing actions that ripple far down the stream of life.
Remember those who have died and keep their memory alive as you become a better person with their life touching yours. Remember that as a flame of hope, it isn't your place to shine forever but it can be your choice to ignite that spark in others and the light continue to spread and shine.
Remember the Whip-poor-will's lesson and look up to those stars and let their stories guide.
Written By Sydney
Aug. 13, 2022, 12:45 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
I write, because I cannot find a comfortable position to rest in. Have you ever been covered in so many stings that you can't lay down without pain? It's actually less fatiguing to stand, as long as I do so very still. I'll eventually need to sleep. At least I've already got one eye shut, until the swelling lessens.
I've no idea how I'm to manage that.
Painfully, I suppose.
I've no idea how I'm to manage that.
Painfully, I suppose.
Written By Wylla
Aug. 13, 2022, 12:22 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
So much lost. The people, the innocents. Citizens unarmed, artisans and merchants. A city of peaceful ambitions and joy. So much lost.
We'll find our way back. Joy is a choice in times like these. Though I've ... the steps, they are harder to find, I'll find them.
I'll find them.
We'll find our way back. Joy is a choice in times like these. Though I've ... the steps, they are harder to find, I'll find them.
I'll find them.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 12, 2022, 10:37 p.m.(3/9/1018 AR)
Let us try Limerance again.
Vows, love, these are strange topics for me. Or seem like they should be. I am a Whisper. I have a responsibility to the Whispers, certainly, but I am not the most public of Whispers (of anything) - I am quickly lost, no, drowned in large gatherings, I have no graces, my dancing is notoriously poor.
And yet, while my public vows are few, and I have -- not ever been wed nor shall be wed, still. I suppose I do know more than I thought about responsibilities, ties, love.
They're terrifying forces, aren't they? Terrifying drives. What heights and depths can we reach in our desire to fulfill duties to friends, families, organizations, ideals, lovers, spouses, children? Who do we become when we ponder how much we have yet to fulfill oaths said and unsaid? Is love and loyalty their own form of desperation?
Perhaps this is not a helpful series of journals.
Vows, love, these are strange topics for me. Or seem like they should be. I am a Whisper. I have a responsibility to the Whispers, certainly, but I am not the most public of Whispers (of anything) - I am quickly lost, no, drowned in large gatherings, I have no graces, my dancing is notoriously poor.
And yet, while my public vows are few, and I have -- not ever been wed nor shall be wed, still. I suppose I do know more than I thought about responsibilities, ties, love.
They're terrifying forces, aren't they? Terrifying drives. What heights and depths can we reach in our desire to fulfill duties to friends, families, organizations, ideals, lovers, spouses, children? Who do we become when we ponder how much we have yet to fulfill oaths said and unsaid? Is love and loyalty their own form of desperation?
Perhaps this is not a helpful series of journals.
Written By Celine
Aug. 12, 2022, 8:06 a.m.(3/8/1018 AR)
It's funny the things you learn as you grow older, like how the excellence of a gift lies in its approprateness rather than in its value. I was reminded of that with the glass jar that Lenard gave me this week. Exquisitely perfect, it is fashioned as a dragon's eggs, swirled with white within the glass itself so as to resemble clouds, and sparkling with flecks of gold that glitter when caught in the light. The finishing touch? Filled with the finest dragon-shaped cookies from Lottie's Place. It touched my heart, though hopefully not my waistline as the cookies are far too delicious for their own good.
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