Written By Harlex
June 26, 2022, 1:29 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
In the end, it's the weight of coffers that determine the value of your life.
There is nothing in this world beyond the reach of coin.
For a long time I have tried to find more than this, but it isn't so. Slavery, faith, a pauper's pit and a king's tomb. Coin is the thing.
Everyone I've ever killed was either for coin put in my hand or theirs.
In the end, you're a number. A line in a ledger. Hundreds memorialized in a dash of ink, while civility is restored with donation.
Their dramas and sanctimonious ideals will be what they send you to die for, that ain't likely to change.
So take them for all their worth, soldier.
There is nothing in this world beyond the reach of coin.
For a long time I have tried to find more than this, but it isn't so. Slavery, faith, a pauper's pit and a king's tomb. Coin is the thing.
Everyone I've ever killed was either for coin put in my hand or theirs.
In the end, you're a number. A line in a ledger. Hundreds memorialized in a dash of ink, while civility is restored with donation.
Their dramas and sanctimonious ideals will be what they send you to die for, that ain't likely to change.
So take them for all their worth, soldier.
Written By Romulius
June 26, 2022, 1:12 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
War is the realm of violent men. There is no shortage of individuals in our world willing to die for their ideals; a willingness to die, however, is far from any sort of guarantee of victory. Such a thing can only come from possessing the conviction to direct focused, unyielding aggression upon those who possess similar convictions in similar measures.
No man of any sense has ever relished in the act of killing; no man of any worth has ever shied from it, when necessary.
No man of any sense has ever relished in the act of killing; no man of any worth has ever shied from it, when necessary.
Written By Kiera
June 26, 2022, 12:30 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
It was nice to have my family together again and those that had fought mending well, but the discussion soon turned to threats from various sides. We have a long roaad aheas make no mistake
Written By Teague
June 26, 2022, 12:22 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
Life changes so quickly it is a roar of change lately. I don't know what will be the results or the outcome of it all. But we do the things we do for family, honor, and the compact.
Written By Cadern
June 26, 2022, 12:20 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
Peace. It seems so simple and yet it continues to elude us. There are always those who seek ways to disrupt what is. Some fights are new and others centuries in the making. It's frustrating but all I keep coming back to is this is the world being like this is not something we can leave to our children. Or at least not one I'm willing to I suppose. But it's worrisome just how...timely our enemy manages to be.
Written By Kiera
June 26, 2022, 12:18 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
I was able to tend some of the less serious wounds of combatants returning from the battle in the aisles. so many people in need of care and so many in need of surgeon's care beyond that which I could provide and these were still the lucky ones . There were tales of people burned a live I could barely stomach, I am from a family of knights. i understand fighting is sometimes necessary but war is always horrible and regrettable regardless of reason
Written By Ida
June 26, 2022, 12:05 p.m.(11/24/1017 AR)
Flipping through some of my sketch books while trying to come up with inspiration for something new, I came across a couple of old designs that I favored a bit. More the memory of crafting those pieces and a couple of people who purchased them, perhaps, but maybe there's something to be said about old things made new again. Or maybe I'm being overly flowery about it. Either way, I managed a small stock of one and two handed blades for the shop. I don't do the latter nearly enough, I suspect.
Written By Insaya
June 26, 2022, 1:56 a.m.(11/23/1017 AR)
To share closeness of any kind with another soul is a precious gift. Whether it's a fellow soldier for a cause, a friend that knows what you mean when you can't find the words, or someone you turn to for warmth in the dark and cold. It needn't ever be anything other than what it is, and there is a beauty to that.
Written By Lucita
June 25, 2022, 6:32 p.m.(11/23/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariella
Am so proud of my sister!
Written By Lucita
June 25, 2022, 6:31 p.m.(11/23/1017 AR)
At last, a good soaking bath and shampoo, (and yes, I kept my stitches dry as instructed by the kind Mercies who took care of me) and time to think over what happened during that horrible battle, and try to think about what occurred while I was unconscious. I am so glad I searched the Tower for a marriage contract between Arcella and the traitor Turo and when unable to find it, consulted Archlectors Giada and Ilven who were also unable to locate copies in the Faith vaults. There was no knowledge of any contract clause that would require me to provide aid to them, and for that am glad.
Written By Clover
June 25, 2022, 2:05 p.m.(11/22/1017 AR)
It's good to finally be home. After six months away, I only wanted to see my little family, have dinner with my sweet Ryhalt. Dare not tell him I actually missed the scent of coffee waking me, knowing he was near. It's been a few weeks nearly a month since my return. There is further news with that as well.
It's early yet, but we pray for this one to come not sleeping, nausea is...well not so manageable this time, I vomited in a vase of all things. A -vase-. Ryhalt is good to me as always, holding my hair, having tea brought, caring for my needs. Who would have thought that filthy coffee drinker would be someone I would be so lost without.
With that news shared dearest journal, I am happy. Beyond so. Our children are healthy, my husband is in my biased opinion perfect, and I am thrilled. I also spent time with my beloved sister. Sorrel, I have missed you so. You're truly the light in so many people's lives. I cannot wait to hear you sing sweet lullabies to the kids once more. And dinner, not wound treatment next time...I am so glad you're okay.
It's early yet, but we pray for this one to come not sleeping, nausea is...well not so manageable this time, I vomited in a vase of all things. A -vase-. Ryhalt is good to me as always, holding my hair, having tea brought, caring for my needs. Who would have thought that filthy coffee drinker would be someone I would be so lost without.
With that news shared dearest journal, I am happy. Beyond so. Our children are healthy, my husband is in my biased opinion perfect, and I am thrilled. I also spent time with my beloved sister. Sorrel, I have missed you so. You're truly the light in so many people's lives. I cannot wait to hear you sing sweet lullabies to the kids once more. And dinner, not wound treatment next time...I am so glad you're okay.
Written By Mikani
June 25, 2022, 12:50 p.m.(11/22/1017 AR)
I have a new and shiny scar. This is thanks to the Nighcove ... well for the sake of the scribe I will keep my language proper. You thought you could kill me and squash my voice? I am the thing you fear most. I am a born Thrall who was ennobled. Now my voice is heard. People know my face and name. I cannot be hidden in some crowd and clumped into some group you can easily look away from.
I am the picture of your secret Traditionalist shame. I didn't commit a crime to become a Thrall. Nor did my father. He was kidnapped and forced into those chains. When he died, I was forced to carry out a sentence for an imaginary crime. There was no 'second chance' as there was no first. I was a baby. An innocent baby!
Well, I was angry before. I contented myself to bite my tongue to keep some semblance of peace, Thralls were being freed. But now you have gone and done it. I'm done carrying scars for the sake of your Traditionalist Ideals'. As my cousin, Ember has said, "I'll send you all to the abyss and smile ...." Well, I might have paraphrased some of that.
I am the picture of your secret Traditionalist shame. I didn't commit a crime to become a Thrall. Nor did my father. He was kidnapped and forced into those chains. When he died, I was forced to carry out a sentence for an imaginary crime. There was no 'second chance' as there was no first. I was a baby. An innocent baby!
Well, I was angry before. I contented myself to bite my tongue to keep some semblance of peace, Thralls were being freed. But now you have gone and done it. I'm done carrying scars for the sake of your Traditionalist Ideals'. As my cousin, Ember has said, "I'll send you all to the abyss and smile ...." Well, I might have paraphrased some of that.
Written By Mikani
June 25, 2022, 12:36 p.m.(11/22/1017 AR)
[Relationship note: Edward]
You were a complicated man and we had a complicated past. As children, I was expected to keep you out of trouble as I did for Ember and Marina. I took the punishment and the yelling for the time I could not keep you safe. That time you broke your arm and I spent the summer entertaining you with stories to make you laugh ... well that only softened the blow. Yet I look upon that summer fondly. We were too young to understand the politics we were living out.
We grew into adults. You were more traditional and I was as non-traditional, Isles standards, as one could get and we drifted apart. Yet, I still watched you grow from afar. I worried for you from afar. I always thought I would have more time to tell you how I felt. That I loved you in my own way. You were family, in a way. The end you had, well it wasn't how your story should have ended. You deserved better than that.
So farwell Edward. I hope the wheel treats you well. That you are able to find peace.
You were a complicated man and we had a complicated past. As children, I was expected to keep you out of trouble as I did for Ember and Marina. I took the punishment and the yelling for the time I could not keep you safe. That time you broke your arm and I spent the summer entertaining you with stories to make you laugh ... well that only softened the blow. Yet I look upon that summer fondly. We were too young to understand the politics we were living out.
We grew into adults. You were more traditional and I was as non-traditional, Isles standards, as one could get and we drifted apart. Yet, I still watched you grow from afar. I worried for you from afar. I always thought I would have more time to tell you how I felt. That I loved you in my own way. You were family, in a way. The end you had, well it wasn't how your story should have ended. You deserved better than that.
So farwell Edward. I hope the wheel treats you well. That you are able to find peace.
Written By Thea
June 25, 2022, 11:43 a.m.(11/22/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
Welcome home...
Written By Teague
June 25, 2022, 11:32 a.m.(11/22/1017 AR)
Blood, fire, sea.
The start of this was an eruption of violence. In the end we will stand with victorious! But at what cost, there is always a cost. I hope it will not be too dire for the payment of it.
The start of this was an eruption of violence. In the end we will stand with victorious! But at what cost, there is always a cost. I hope it will not be too dire for the payment of it.
Written By Thea
June 25, 2022, 10:45 a.m.(11/22/1017 AR)
The last few days have been a blur. I just know that body must have put itself in motion because I don't recall much of what I did. But I'm grateful for it.
Written By Mabelle
June 25, 2022, 4:55 a.m.(11/21/1017 AR)
[Relationship note on: Edward]
The wind delivers another message to the sea,
Passing between the gates of the port, wild and free,
There's a scent of rum and the nets are torn,
The tale of the forgotten saltwife, waiting for the horn.
He will never know how she envied the ships,
Nor will he hear of her lost sleep,
How every uncertain wind of wrath,
Hit the water and her longing heart.
A single candle in the window, still alight,
The sounds of the harsh seas at night,
The wind delivers a message from the waves,
Silently announcing the death of the brave.
He will never know how she envied the ships,
Nor will he hear of her lost sleep,
How every uncertain wind of wrath,
Hit the water and her longing heart.
[ooc: translated from a local known poem]
The wind delivers another message to the sea,
Passing between the gates of the port, wild and free,
There's a scent of rum and the nets are torn,
The tale of the forgotten saltwife, waiting for the horn.
He will never know how she envied the ships,
Nor will he hear of her lost sleep,
How every uncertain wind of wrath,
Hit the water and her longing heart.
A single candle in the window, still alight,
The sounds of the harsh seas at night,
The wind delivers a message from the waves,
Silently announcing the death of the brave.
He will never know how she envied the ships,
Nor will he hear of her lost sleep,
How every uncertain wind of wrath,
Hit the water and her longing heart.
[ooc: translated from a local known poem]
Written By Haakon
June 24, 2022, 7:15 p.m.(11/21/1017 AR)
More blood and smoke than expected.
I can't fault the foe for resolve: I'd burn the world down afore letting them have it, too.
And Crownlanders: start writing it into your marriage contracts that you need not fight beside another house when they're engaged in open treason.
That were a bitter fucking fruit to swallow: after the mainland has been screeching at us to end thralldom for so long, there are their banners flying alongside the very fuckers fighting to keep it.
This were never going to be a war ended quick. But damnation if it won't take even longer than expected.
I've no fucking time to speak in rhyme, I need a bloody drink.
I can't fault the foe for resolve: I'd burn the world down afore letting them have it, too.
And Crownlanders: start writing it into your marriage contracts that you need not fight beside another house when they're engaged in open treason.
That were a bitter fucking fruit to swallow: after the mainland has been screeching at us to end thralldom for so long, there are their banners flying alongside the very fuckers fighting to keep it.
This were never going to be a war ended quick. But damnation if it won't take even longer than expected.
I've no fucking time to speak in rhyme, I need a bloody drink.
Written By Evander
June 24, 2022, 12:34 p.m.(11/20/1017 AR)
Compound 46 also known as Turmeric - Curcuma longa- a root, often used as spice in food. Shown to have definite anti-inflammatory properties. Mix that with compound 15, resveratrol - also known as - red wine. Smash turmeric until powder, mix with wine. Results pending.
Written By Evander
June 24, 2022, 12:30 p.m.(11/20/1017 AR)
I will never be held down by the limitations of my physical self. With the help of science and alchemy, a solution can be formulated to help impulse the human body above what it can normally do. Help the sick walk and the weak fight. Never Again will I fail my people because I was not strong enough.
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