Written By Aiden
April 21, 2017, 10:10 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)
The Tribute feast went well, I think.
Gloria was praised well.
Gloria was praised well.
Written By Aiden
April 20, 2017, 1:33 p.m.(4/22/1006 AR)
Actions speak louder than words.
Yet.
Judgments are made from and with words based on actions.
Therefore.
Our words carry the weight to prompt actions.
Yet.
Judgments are made from and with words based on actions.
Therefore.
Our words carry the weight to prompt actions.
Written By Aiden
April 17, 2017, 6:58 p.m.(4/16/1006 AR)
<The hand writing is accompanied by the drops of wine>
Now life has pushed me to my knees
And pressed my face into the dirt
I hear your screaming in my ear
I feel your sadness in my chest
It's hard to hold back all these tears
When I know that you are in despair
And after all I've done to protect you
It seems all I've done
is let you down
Again and again I continue to fail you
Again and again I have proven myself
To be no more than a scared, foolish child
Why is it that every time I try to do right
I end up doing something wrong
I made a promise to you
That no matter what I'd be there
Now I see it would be better if I just left
And never came back
Now life has pushed me to my knees
And pressed my face into the dirt
I hear your screaming in my ear
I feel your sadness in my chest
It's hard to hold back all these tears
When I know that you are in despair
And after all I've done to protect you
It seems all I've done
is let you down
Again and again I continue to fail you
Again and again I have proven myself
To be no more than a scared, foolish child
Why is it that every time I try to do right
I end up doing something wrong
I made a promise to you
That no matter what I'd be there
Now I see it would be better if I just left
And never came back
Written By Aiden
April 17, 2017, 2:03 p.m.(4/16/1006 AR)
Good things that happened to me:
- I sat by the river with a good friend and enjoyed a peaceful day. I invited her to come to the theatre with me.
- I was invited to dinner by a lady who wishes to know me more after we danced. Maybe we can be friends.
- I discovered this city is full of would be heroes!
- I was given a precious gift and token by a good friend.
- I managed to get a shirt for Master Calaudrin, it was silk. Worth every silver.
- I rewarded Lord Killian as he asked of me.
- I accepted Lord Tobias' request.
- I learned what type of individual Master Sparte is. One should look to him for aid, for he asks nothing in return.
- Princess Valencia has allowed me to host the Tribute to my saviors at the Golden Hart.
- I trained an ocelot, best session yet. (72xp rolled)
- Lord Edward gave me sage advice.
Bad Things:
- I had a hard time during a social tournament. I embarrassed myself.
- I was held by knife point, robbed, stabbed, and humiliated. Because I allowed myself to be thus, the man's death is on my conscience.
- I got angry at Lord Edward. I am sorry Lord Edward.
- I am so confused.
- I sat by the river with a good friend and enjoyed a peaceful day. I invited her to come to the theatre with me.
- I was invited to dinner by a lady who wishes to know me more after we danced. Maybe we can be friends.
- I discovered this city is full of would be heroes!
- I was given a precious gift and token by a good friend.
- I managed to get a shirt for Master Calaudrin, it was silk. Worth every silver.
- I rewarded Lord Killian as he asked of me.
- I accepted Lord Tobias' request.
- I learned what type of individual Master Sparte is. One should look to him for aid, for he asks nothing in return.
- Princess Valencia has allowed me to host the Tribute to my saviors at the Golden Hart.
- I trained an ocelot, best session yet. (72xp rolled)
- Lord Edward gave me sage advice.
Bad Things:
- I had a hard time during a social tournament. I embarrassed myself.
- I was held by knife point, robbed, stabbed, and humiliated. Because I allowed myself to be thus, the man's death is on my conscience.
- I got angry at Lord Edward. I am sorry Lord Edward.
- I am so confused.
Written By Aiden
April 16, 2017, 2:43 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
I do not condone unjustly killings. I hired none for this. I had hired none.
I was with my Grayson Guard and others came to do as they ought. I owe my life to them. However I will not pay for the deed of a man's death... His death is on my hands.
I have killed a man.
I wish he had gotten away... for my heart is heavy. That he almost killed me matters not.
I killed him.
I was with my Grayson Guard and others came to do as they ought. I owe my life to them. However I will not pay for the deed of a man's death... His death is on my hands.
I have killed a man.
I wish he had gotten away... for my heart is heavy. That he almost killed me matters not.
I killed him.
Written By Aiden
April 14, 2017, 5:20 p.m.(4/10/1006 AR)
Good Things That Happened:
- I was accepted as a clerk of the court. The Chief Magistrate believes I have a future ahead of me, if I work hard.
- I received more presents from a good friend, I wish I could express myself more.
- I met new friends!
- I asked a Whisper friend of mine to attend a theatre show with me.
- I was promised a picnic!
- I sent presents to friends.
- Family believes in me to send me to the Wall and inspire the archers.
- I helped train Lady Charlaine's icebear and word is getting around that I train animals!
Bad Things That Happened:
- My mail keeps getting intercepted and I keep getting threats. Threats against my friends and against me.
- I was in the Badger house when more Bringers attacked. I have been unlucky in going out places.
- I wasn't able to help a lady in a top hat on the street. I wish I could have given her money.
- I was accepted as a clerk of the court. The Chief Magistrate believes I have a future ahead of me, if I work hard.
- I received more presents from a good friend, I wish I could express myself more.
- I met new friends!
- I asked a Whisper friend of mine to attend a theatre show with me.
- I was promised a picnic!
- I sent presents to friends.
- Family believes in me to send me to the Wall and inspire the archers.
- I helped train Lady Charlaine's icebear and word is getting around that I train animals!
Bad Things That Happened:
- My mail keeps getting intercepted and I keep getting threats. Threats against my friends and against me.
- I was in the Badger house when more Bringers attacked. I have been unlucky in going out places.
- I wasn't able to help a lady in a top hat on the street. I wish I could have given her money.
Written By Aiden
April 9, 2017, 2:16 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)
Good things that happened to me:
- A mystery basket with gifts was left in my room for me to enjoy. It included a book, tea, chocolate, and cologne!
- Prince Laric returned my messenger and with good news! I'm looking ahead. I might yet have a purpose to make proud the Grayson name!
- I obtained the volumes of law and have studied them.
- Silas, Barric, and other individuals saved us all in the Hall of Heroes.
- Father Orazio reminded me of what matters being a Grayson
- I survived.
Bad things that happened to me:
- My sister confronted me.
- I had dead body thrown at me, thrown by a Bringer. The same one who tried to lift me up by my neck.
- I saw a lot of people killed and killing.
- I am pretty sure I was poisoned.
- I don't like being a mouse.
- I used my bow for the first time against ... a being? They said it was a Bringer.
- I screamed a lot and was a coward.
- A mystery basket with gifts was left in my room for me to enjoy. It included a book, tea, chocolate, and cologne!
- Prince Laric returned my messenger and with good news! I'm looking ahead. I might yet have a purpose to make proud the Grayson name!
- I obtained the volumes of law and have studied them.
- Silas, Barric, and other individuals saved us all in the Hall of Heroes.
- Father Orazio reminded me of what matters being a Grayson
- I survived.
Bad things that happened to me:
- My sister confronted me.
- I had dead body thrown at me, thrown by a Bringer. The same one who tried to lift me up by my neck.
- I saw a lot of people killed and killing.
- I am pretty sure I was poisoned.
- I don't like being a mouse.
- I used my bow for the first time against ... a being? They said it was a Bringer.
- I screamed a lot and was a coward.
Written By Aiden
April 5, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(3/20/1006 AR)
Laughter from my peers makes me reluctant to journal.
I was told to tell them to mind their own business and stop reading my journals.
I am easy to tease, only I wish I wasn't.
Good things happened to me:
- Ainsley saved my parents at the gates from Bringers. They are all safe.
- Silas gave me a gift, a perch for my birds.
- Cousin Barric asked me to help with his dog, Synder. He says he'll find me an archery teacher in return.
- My sweet sister gave me a cologne. It's very thoughtful.
- Brother Branan agreed to help me with a surprise gift for someone very important to me.
- I have a bookshelf and crammed it full of Brother Branan's books.
- I was invited to the Whisper House Songbird night.
- I was brave enough to send my Cousin a messenger about becoming a student of law. It should make my father happy.
- I had a nice talk with Silas.
- I have a guard. He is handy for carrying things.
Bad things:
- I tried moonshine and rum. I was teased about it.
- Knowing my sister is braver than me and that I will have to worry about her too, in the siege.
- I still haven't found a tailor.
- I was too embarrassed in Coldrain Crafts to ask for anything.
- My raptor poo'ed in my hair.
- I didn't talk long enough with Silas.
- I feel useless and struggle how to overcome that.
I was told to tell them to mind their own business and stop reading my journals.
I am easy to tease, only I wish I wasn't.
Good things happened to me:
- Ainsley saved my parents at the gates from Bringers. They are all safe.
- Silas gave me a gift, a perch for my birds.
- Cousin Barric asked me to help with his dog, Synder. He says he'll find me an archery teacher in return.
- My sweet sister gave me a cologne. It's very thoughtful.
- Brother Branan agreed to help me with a surprise gift for someone very important to me.
- I have a bookshelf and crammed it full of Brother Branan's books.
- I was invited to the Whisper House Songbird night.
- I was brave enough to send my Cousin a messenger about becoming a student of law. It should make my father happy.
- I had a nice talk with Silas.
- I have a guard. He is handy for carrying things.
Bad things:
- I tried moonshine and rum. I was teased about it.
- Knowing my sister is braver than me and that I will have to worry about her too, in the siege.
- I still haven't found a tailor.
- I was too embarrassed in Coldrain Crafts to ask for anything.
- My raptor poo'ed in my hair.
- I didn't talk long enough with Silas.
- I feel useless and struggle how to overcome that.
Written By Aiden
April 2, 2017, 5:11 a.m.(3/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailys
She always tends my wounds, those that people can see, and those that people cannot.
Without her I would feel too much that I shouldn't.
She always knows to bring tea. I love tea. She knows I don't like wine. Wine and things that make my stomach turn in knots.
Like wine.
I could not be who I am without my sister.
Without her I would feel too much that I shouldn't.
She always knows to bring tea. I love tea. She knows I don't like wine. Wine and things that make my stomach turn in knots.
Like wine.
I could not be who I am without my sister.
Written By Aiden
April 2, 2017, 5:01 a.m.(3/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Generous man. Loyal and reliable. Also, he had deep enough concern about my safety to fashion me armor and a bow.
He asked nothing in return for it. He wanted me to feel safe.
Then he also gifted me a bird perch for Butler and my other birds to come.
Three gifts.
I don't know yet what to give him in return. I'm so bad at this, friend thing.
Silas is a steadfast friend to my brother, and maybe to me?
He asked nothing in return for it. He wanted me to feel safe.
Then he also gifted me a bird perch for Butler and my other birds to come.
Three gifts.
I don't know yet what to give him in return. I'm so bad at this, friend thing.
Silas is a steadfast friend to my brother, and maybe to me?
Written By Aiden
April 2, 2017, 4:52 a.m.(3/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
She is a most wonderful... friend? I wish to call her a friend. She gave me a present, a most delightful gift!
A macaw parrot egg! So rare to have and mine to hatch out.
She also allows me to work at the Whisper House in her aviary, so I can be surrounded by what I love.
Selene is someone I want to be around.
A macaw parrot egg! So rare to have and mine to hatch out.
She also allows me to work at the Whisper House in her aviary, so I can be surrounded by what I love.
Selene is someone I want to be around.
Written By Aiden
April 2, 2017, 4:50 a.m.(3/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
I'm content to know he is no longer sequestered in his room.
Maybe he can show me around the city and introduce me to his friends.
Maybe I'd be scared about that.
Still, there is nothing I wouldn't do for my big brother... except, wield a sword, kill someone, or eat meat.
As long as there is an Ainsley, there can be an Aiden.
Maybe he can show me around the city and introduce me to his friends.
Maybe I'd be scared about that.
Still, there is nothing I wouldn't do for my big brother... except, wield a sword, kill someone, or eat meat.
As long as there is an Ainsley, there can be an Aiden.
Written By Aiden
March 25, 2017, 12:07 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
There are thoughts within me that need to be written out, influenced by the people to whom I have met.
Arx is strong.
People have come to work together.
There has been no singular effort that stands above the others in this crisis.
Arx will not fall with this united stand, rather, we must brace for when good people fall in service to Arx.
I met the Lord Commander of the Iron Guard, a good man who had like others, seen me as Ainsley first.
I am fast accustomed to that and wish I could be their friend for whom they worry for.
He asked if I would fight.
I have never drawn blood of another person.
I am not Ainsley. I am not a hero.
The moment I strike blood from another, it will remain, forever undone.
The life of the blade was never mine.
But, he encouraged me nevertheless to wear armor, for he fears that my blood could be shed.
Could it be so? I have never harmed another person.
Am I so unprepared for the enemies at our doorstep?
And then I think of Ainsley.
I do not know what it feels to love another person in the intimate confines of a kiss or hold.
I cannot fathom what my brother has had in Pietro.
I desperately hope he will not rise to lift his blade again, but I feel he will, that he must, for it is his path to finish.
If I were to see him upon the wall, would I run as I have always done, or would I take up the bow to strike an arrow into an enemies heart who would threaten his life?
Let me not be ill prepared.
If the Gods are listening, if people of Arx are reading, let me find an Archery teacher and a Bow to suit my hand.
I do not want to take life. I never have. Yet somehow, I know, I couldn't stand to see life taken either by cruel corrupt hands.
Who is Aiden Grayson? What will he become?
Arx is strong.
People have come to work together.
There has been no singular effort that stands above the others in this crisis.
Arx will not fall with this united stand, rather, we must brace for when good people fall in service to Arx.
I met the Lord Commander of the Iron Guard, a good man who had like others, seen me as Ainsley first.
I am fast accustomed to that and wish I could be their friend for whom they worry for.
He asked if I would fight.
I have never drawn blood of another person.
I am not Ainsley. I am not a hero.
The moment I strike blood from another, it will remain, forever undone.
The life of the blade was never mine.
But, he encouraged me nevertheless to wear armor, for he fears that my blood could be shed.
Could it be so? I have never harmed another person.
Am I so unprepared for the enemies at our doorstep?
And then I think of Ainsley.
I do not know what it feels to love another person in the intimate confines of a kiss or hold.
I cannot fathom what my brother has had in Pietro.
I desperately hope he will not rise to lift his blade again, but I feel he will, that he must, for it is his path to finish.
If I were to see him upon the wall, would I run as I have always done, or would I take up the bow to strike an arrow into an enemies heart who would threaten his life?
Let me not be ill prepared.
If the Gods are listening, if people of Arx are reading, let me find an Archery teacher and a Bow to suit my hand.
I do not want to take life. I never have. Yet somehow, I know, I couldn't stand to see life taken either by cruel corrupt hands.
Who is Aiden Grayson? What will he become?
Written By Aiden
March 23, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(2/22/1006 AR)
When I first arrived to Arx, I was told my brother was in seclusion. I was too late to arrive to catch him before the tragedy of serving the blade had made it's first real lethal score in my brother's heart. I was not going to be the one to barge into his room and interrupt what he was dealing with. He must be left to do that and I to watch for an opportunity when I did not have break the boundaries he had set up. I respect him far too greatly to cross them.
I wandered then to the city, coming across Brother Branan's book shop. It was a splendid shop and one that every avid reader must attend. I found a copy of histories newly written of the Iron Rebellion and the Battle at Pridehall. I purchased both, to read in my spare time while I watched for Ainsley.
Dear reader, you should understand I have always watched him. Since the time we were young children, I always watched what he would do. When he was six, I snuck away from my own lessons to peer from a window as he got scolded by our mother for sword play rather than the dance lesson he was scheduled for. I watched years later, from the confines of my own lecture study out the window into the Grayson yard, as he chopped away at the air in determination to learn his forms. I always watched. I watched as I came across him when he was sixteen and worked himself to exhaustion that he could not stand, staggering to a knee. He always pushed too hard. I told him he would do great things one day and that, is clear, he has achieved, for the histories are already speaking well of him. But I told him, as he missed dinner again and I helped him rise from that knee, there would be a point that he could go no further, that he needed to rest.
I saw him last night, in a private stretch of gardens, pushing himself yet again, anguish filling my heart for what I saw of him. Still, he was so refined with the blade, as I've never had chance to witness before. I know why the scholars have written of him. He was one with the blade, the weapon a true extension of his being, or maybe, the blade used him as one. It awed me, to watch him so, and made my soul ache. Then he saw me. I told him as I often did, that he had missed dinner again, reminding him it was time to rest, taking him back to his room. He enjoyed hearing of my birds and the memories of our childhood, I got him to laugh, a small one, but a smile too that I feel somewhere in my heart may be the last I see from him for a while. He ate a little, but he was so different now, I saw it. I put him to soft comforts as I carried on, watching him fall asleep as I spoke on about the gyrfalcons and the Mews. It always helped before, put him to sleep after he spent a day in the yard drilling. It worked again last night.
And for the first time, I wept.
I have seen what a life serving the blade has done to him.
I cannot undo it.
Nor can anyone else.
He has reached a point he can go no further.
He needs to rest now.
Let him rest.
Gods, let him rest.
I wandered then to the city, coming across Brother Branan's book shop. It was a splendid shop and one that every avid reader must attend. I found a copy of histories newly written of the Iron Rebellion and the Battle at Pridehall. I purchased both, to read in my spare time while I watched for Ainsley.
Dear reader, you should understand I have always watched him. Since the time we were young children, I always watched what he would do. When he was six, I snuck away from my own lessons to peer from a window as he got scolded by our mother for sword play rather than the dance lesson he was scheduled for. I watched years later, from the confines of my own lecture study out the window into the Grayson yard, as he chopped away at the air in determination to learn his forms. I always watched. I watched as I came across him when he was sixteen and worked himself to exhaustion that he could not stand, staggering to a knee. He always pushed too hard. I told him he would do great things one day and that, is clear, he has achieved, for the histories are already speaking well of him. But I told him, as he missed dinner again and I helped him rise from that knee, there would be a point that he could go no further, that he needed to rest.
I saw him last night, in a private stretch of gardens, pushing himself yet again, anguish filling my heart for what I saw of him. Still, he was so refined with the blade, as I've never had chance to witness before. I know why the scholars have written of him. He was one with the blade, the weapon a true extension of his being, or maybe, the blade used him as one. It awed me, to watch him so, and made my soul ache. Then he saw me. I told him as I often did, that he had missed dinner again, reminding him it was time to rest, taking him back to his room. He enjoyed hearing of my birds and the memories of our childhood, I got him to laugh, a small one, but a smile too that I feel somewhere in my heart may be the last I see from him for a while. He ate a little, but he was so different now, I saw it. I put him to soft comforts as I carried on, watching him fall asleep as I spoke on about the gyrfalcons and the Mews. It always helped before, put him to sleep after he spent a day in the yard drilling. It worked again last night.
And for the first time, I wept.
I have seen what a life serving the blade has done to him.
I cannot undo it.
Nor can anyone else.
He has reached a point he can go no further.
He needs to rest now.
Let him rest.
Gods, let him rest.
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