Written By Luis
June 19, 2022, 9:20 p.m.(11/11/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
In my defence, I thought it would be a great idea... I just didn't realize... how loud and painful it would be...
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
I apologize for having steel armour made for the children.
In my defence, I thought it would be a great idea... I just didn't realize... how loud and painful it would be...
Written By Raven
June 19, 2022, 9:13 p.m.(11/11/1017 AR)
This week has been something else. It seems more like a year than a week.
Written By Luis
June 19, 2022, 8:25 p.m.(11/11/1017 AR)
It is good to be back in Arx again and to reconnect with those whom have been managing through these trying times. So few familiar faces and many more names added to the records of those lost.
Too many names.
Too many friends have fallen.
I shall endeavour to find an answer through these dark times.
Too many names.
Too many friends have fallen.
I shall endeavour to find an answer through these dark times.
Written By Titus
June 19, 2022, 7:55 p.m.(11/11/1017 AR)
There’s a good little phrase which encapsulates the Compact: What I do to you, I do unto myself. What you give to me, you give to yourself.
Written By Aethan
June 19, 2022, 6:11 p.m.(11/11/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
Betrayer of oaths. I had high hopes for the future of your house, and Kennex invested a lot to help you and yours try to reach that future. And you've decided to run back to the past.
Written By Lisebet
June 19, 2022, 5:21 p.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
With everything going on, I believe I shall make time to go to the shrine of Aion and pray.
Written By Mia
June 19, 2022, 3:37 p.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I cannot say why it was this loss, this death, that drove me to do it, and yet after word reached Heron Hall, I found myself digging through the papers and boxes in my study for the will that I wrote on the eve of Stormwall.
That night was nearly ten years ago now and as I look at these names, I see so many who I have outlived. I see how many friendships are broken. So many people who will never receive that final gift, or those last words of kindness, that I had meant for them.
She would have laughed, I think, to know that I had left her with a task, with a dare even, meant to bring her a sense of triumph and delight.
Though I doubt she meant to, she's left me with a task, too, but there will be no joy it.
I see so much potential lost as I look at these names. So much left undone.
That night was nearly ten years ago now and as I look at these names, I see so many who I have outlived. I see how many friendships are broken. So many people who will never receive that final gift, or those last words of kindness, that I had meant for them.
She would have laughed, I think, to know that I had left her with a task, with a dare even, meant to bring her a sense of triumph and delight.
Though I doubt she meant to, she's left me with a task, too, but there will be no joy it.
I see so much potential lost as I look at these names. So much left undone.
Written By Natalia
June 19, 2022, 1:46 p.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Never have I felt this grateful for my prayers having gone unanswered.
I do believe I owe some very large apologies.
I do believe I owe some very large apologies.
Written By Preston
June 19, 2022, 1:40 p.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
The Faith takes no opinion on the civil war in the Isles except to uphold the values of the Gods and the commands of the Most Holy, and to urge those fighting to do the same. All Godsworn and Discipleships (as organisations, rather than individuals) are expected to adhere to this. As always, we do reserve the right to opine on the matter - forcefully - should the interests of the Faith or the values of the Gods be compromised by this fratricidal affair.
However, we are still focused on the bringing of Brother Waldo before the Star Chamber for judgement. Victorian or Dagonite, whoever stands before us on this matter will be as wheat to the farmer's scythe.
However, we are still focused on the bringing of Brother Waldo before the Star Chamber for judgement. Victorian or Dagonite, whoever stands before us on this matter will be as wheat to the farmer's scythe.
Written By Haakon
June 19, 2022, 1:25 p.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
One day in the autumn of Seventeen
When enough of faith the traitors had all seen
They mustered all their balls, banners they all called,
And unto them, so the Eswynds spoke:
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
For folk who claim to love the Mourning Seas
They damn sure haven't read their histories
Or else too well they'd know, how it always goes
When Eswynd Rock the Arvani try to hold.
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
Every mighty Prince and hero of the crown
Even they all failed to keep us down
So what chance have this lot, of sorry bleeders got
To change the fates of them who went before?
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
Prince William and Draven and Darius all
In their time sought Eswynd Rock's fall
They sent fleets and demands, yet Eswynd still stands
And yon princes are mouldering in the ground.
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
So, Grimkin can get stuck in and Bloodbrook will fall!
Greywalke on the chop block, and next come Dredcall!
Every wife of Windsheer will know widow's fear!
Highwater will falter and let Navegant hear:
That little worm Turo can roast in his shell!
Seabright and Dagon can all go to Hell!
We'll plant all your corpses and grow Traitor's Grove,
Your names all forgot, but FUCK ANDERS NIGHTCOVE.
--
So go on home, or bloody lackwits before long
Your house will only live on in this song!
For despite the blood you spend, you'll still meet your end
Bound up on a cross along our shore.
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
When enough of faith the traitors had all seen
They mustered all their balls, banners they all called,
And unto them, so the Eswynds spoke:
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
For folk who claim to love the Mourning Seas
They damn sure haven't read their histories
Or else too well they'd know, how it always goes
When Eswynd Rock the Arvani try to hold.
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
Every mighty Prince and hero of the crown
Even they all failed to keep us down
So what chance have this lot, of sorry bleeders got
To change the fates of them who went before?
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
Prince William and Draven and Darius all
In their time sought Eswynd Rock's fall
They sent fleets and demands, yet Eswynd still stands
And yon princes are mouldering in the ground.
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
--
So, Grimkin can get stuck in and Bloodbrook will fall!
Greywalke on the chop block, and next come Dredcall!
Every wife of Windsheer will know widow's fear!
Highwater will falter and let Navegant hear:
That little worm Turo can roast in his shell!
Seabright and Dagon can all go to Hell!
We'll plant all your corpses and grow Traitor's Grove,
Your names all forgot, but FUCK ANDERS NIGHTCOVE.
--
So go on home, or bloody lackwits before long
Your house will only live on in this song!
For despite the blood you spend, you'll still meet your end
Bound up on a cross along our shore.
Oh, we'll meet you in battle and gut you by raid
We'll burn down your halls to see Margot repaid!
For a thousand years, we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for a thousand more.
Written By Caspian
June 19, 2022, 12:31 p.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
A second chance.. tell me how can one have a 'second chance' when you never had a first? i survived this 'second chance', but countless do not. How many serving in chains commited no crime but being born? how many serving in chains suffer a punishment far outweighing the crime?
Thralldom is slavery, dressed in fancier terms and with the lie of freedom dangled at the end. Its a lie not for those in chains.. no we knew exactly what it was and what our fate was to be. The lie is for everyone outside looking in. It allows people to sleep while others are enslaved, because there is a chance they will one day be free.
Thralldom is slavery. Were it not for the grace of Princess Donella Redrain, i'd still be in chains.
Thralldom is slavery, dressed in fancier terms and with the lie of freedom dangled at the end. Its a lie not for those in chains.. no we knew exactly what it was and what our fate was to be. The lie is for everyone outside looking in. It allows people to sleep while others are enslaved, because there is a chance they will one day be free.
Thralldom is slavery. Were it not for the grace of Princess Donella Redrain, i'd still be in chains.
Written By Thea
June 19, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
It seems more preparations are in order. There is strength in family and numbers.
Written By Rosalind
June 19, 2022, 10:45 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Finally got to catch up with Cadern. FINALLY! I never know if that man is coming or going.
Written By Rosalind
June 19, 2022, 10:31 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
The amount of loss everywhere is just sad....I don't even have other words. It's sad. Losing someone isn't easy. It's hard. I heard Duchess Khanne spoke up yesterday. And what she said. I'm with her. And...
Ramblings happened so the writing abruptly stopped.
Ramblings happened so the writing abruptly stopped.
Written By Archeron
June 19, 2022, 10:28 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Margot is dead. The phrase hangs heavy in my throat even as I say it to you, scholar. She was a Tyde without equal, a force that reforged the house from ashes, and under whom we restored ourselves and found others who have survived the rendering of Donrai Thrax. What hurts is not the death - death is part of the isles, life is hard when a rogue wave or gust of wind can take the lives of so many. But it is the betrayal that comes with it. I will not pretend I ever thought Dagon worthy of Margot - all she was, he was not. She was strong, he was weak. She was resolute, he was meek. She was a leader, he a follower. Before her death, we had spoken of concerns about Dagon, that he was not honest about all his intents. That something was lurking. Alas, I do not think even she suspected this. That he would slay her, that the children will be gone.
So it is that I must take on the mantle of Duke. I am sure someone will ask 'A ha, why are you not Duke Regent for Margot's children, if you love her so much?' and the simple answer is because I listen to Margot. I listened. She would prepare me for leading if she should fall, ensuring Tyde always had a strong succession was her goal - that we would never again tumble as we did. If she fell I was to look after the children, to rule in their stead. But we have had the children taken from us. So I must go to her other lessons. That Tyde must always be strong. That Tyde must never be hostage to others. With the children held, and we must assume by Dagon, to raise the eldest up is to not only introduce challenge - who is to say I am the rightful regent while the father lives and has custody? - it would also make their life harder. Margot herself told me how her status as heir to Tyde Hall was used against her by Donrai. And I can see how such would be used against us - Dagon is not a man now, it seems, beyond threatening his children. Equally to play them off against the other. Oh, eldest, if you are not compliant then your death makes your younger sibling the ruler.
No, that I am not willing to do to them. For now, I shall rule as Duke. And when the children are back with us, and their father consigned to a cross on the cliffs, we can in peace establish our future. But alas, peace is not with us now. Only war.
So it is that I must take on the mantle of Duke. I am sure someone will ask 'A ha, why are you not Duke Regent for Margot's children, if you love her so much?' and the simple answer is because I listen to Margot. I listened. She would prepare me for leading if she should fall, ensuring Tyde always had a strong succession was her goal - that we would never again tumble as we did. If she fell I was to look after the children, to rule in their stead. But we have had the children taken from us. So I must go to her other lessons. That Tyde must always be strong. That Tyde must never be hostage to others. With the children held, and we must assume by Dagon, to raise the eldest up is to not only introduce challenge - who is to say I am the rightful regent while the father lives and has custody? - it would also make their life harder. Margot herself told me how her status as heir to Tyde Hall was used against her by Donrai. And I can see how such would be used against us - Dagon is not a man now, it seems, beyond threatening his children. Equally to play them off against the other. Oh, eldest, if you are not compliant then your death makes your younger sibling the ruler.
No, that I am not willing to do to them. For now, I shall rule as Duke. And when the children are back with us, and their father consigned to a cross on the cliffs, we can in peace establish our future. But alas, peace is not with us now. Only war.
Written By Harlex
June 19, 2022, 10:21 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Cowards will fight to the last rather than give up their comfort.
And a foot soldier willing to die for the rich to keep their slaves is a special kind of fool.
And a foot soldier willing to die for the rich to keep their slaves is a special kind of fool.
Written By Gwenna
June 19, 2022, 8:02 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Warfare is not my forte. The intricacies of troop movements and strategy are never going to be things I might excel at. I don't think they are things anyone expected me to excel at, however. The details that go behind those - the funding, the gearing of, and the like, have always been more in my wheelhouse, so to speak. Diplomacy as well, which on a rare occasion can cut as keenly as a blade. The gods and spirits know I've found myself on the deck of a ship or in the midst of a castle under siege despite my lack of martial prowess. We all contribute in our own ways, I believe, and that's what makes our alliances so great - it's not just a swordsman or brilliant tactician that steps up when our freedoms are threatened. It is all of us filling in the places that need filling to face these threats. I hope to be one of those pieces once again; a small part of the gathering of diverse warriors who band together against these menaces. All of them.
Written By Ida
June 19, 2022, 6:56 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
It hardly seems possible that Lady Monique Greenmarch is gone from this world. I have so many memories from so many years of comradery, and yet words are failing me now on just what to write. She was a frequent visitor to the shop in my early days in Arx, and that never really waned. Her nickname certainly fit her perfectly, and perhaps there is no better way to truly describe her. She was a minx, with a good heart and daring soul. I will greatly miss seeing her come through the door with a twinkle in her eye, a decided smirk, and a grand idea for a new weapon. My most sincere condolences to House Greenmarch.
Written By Ida
June 19, 2022, 6:29 a.m.(11/10/1017 AR)
With war once again looming, I've instructed the apprentices to lower the refine cost in the shop. As well, I will likely see about stocking better weapons and maybe some emergency sets of armor for those who may have a need.
Written By Watcher
June 19, 2022, 5:38 a.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Traditions alone are meaningless. They are the things we do because they are the things we have always done, they are the way things are because it is the way things have always been. They're like a wagon being driven down a dirt road, again and again, always the same way, always to the same place, wearing ruts deeper and deeper beneath the wheels with every journey. That's tradition. Comfortable. Easy. Even if the journey itself is difficult, the wagon rickety, the road full of bandits, if the wagon keeps going the way it always has, there's a reason to trust it will get where it always goes.
But if the wagon carries no goods, no passengers, and no messages, if the place it travels to is now empty, with no one to greet it and nothing to see or obtain, there's no point to the journey. There's no reason to continue. Dig the wheels out of the ruts and go somewhere else. Or, if the wheels will not budge and the wagon will never go another route, leave it, and walk a new way.
Of course, some journeys should have never become routine in the first place. Sometimes traditions are ugly, have always been ugly, and will always be ugly. In that case, chop the wagon to pieces and use it for firewood as you forge ahead. That way, you can burn the damn thing down bit by bit, while ensuring no one will ever be able to drive it again.
But if the wagon carries no goods, no passengers, and no messages, if the place it travels to is now empty, with no one to greet it and nothing to see or obtain, there's no point to the journey. There's no reason to continue. Dig the wheels out of the ruts and go somewhere else. Or, if the wheels will not budge and the wagon will never go another route, leave it, and walk a new way.
Of course, some journeys should have never become routine in the first place. Sometimes traditions are ugly, have always been ugly, and will always be ugly. In that case, chop the wagon to pieces and use it for firewood as you forge ahead. That way, you can burn the damn thing down bit by bit, while ensuring no one will ever be able to drive it again.
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