Written By Desiree
June 2, 2022, 11:22 p.m.(10/5/1017 AR)
There are plans! The plans are afoot!
After a successful meeting with Archscholar Oswyn, I decided to pursue a little side-venture and begin properly documenting Wyrmguard history. Yes, I, Desiree Wyrmguard, Duchess of Danishes, as I have affectionately been recently referred to, will also be Desiree Wyrmguard, Ancestral Archivist. The idea came to me one evening when Richard and I convened in the family library and began exchanging stories. Much to our dismay, our knowledge was brief and lacked substance. Surely this was a mistake. House Wyrmguard is one of the oldest houses in the Oathlands. Our archives should be bursting at the seams much like my corsets after an indulgent evening. Now with Reigna's passing, I almost feel it is necessary to begin this journey. I know I will not be alone on this path and very much look forward to coaxing my kin for assistance.
After a successful meeting with Archscholar Oswyn, I decided to pursue a little side-venture and begin properly documenting Wyrmguard history. Yes, I, Desiree Wyrmguard, Duchess of Danishes, as I have affectionately been recently referred to, will also be Desiree Wyrmguard, Ancestral Archivist. The idea came to me one evening when Richard and I convened in the family library and began exchanging stories. Much to our dismay, our knowledge was brief and lacked substance. Surely this was a mistake. House Wyrmguard is one of the oldest houses in the Oathlands. Our archives should be bursting at the seams much like my corsets after an indulgent evening. Now with Reigna's passing, I almost feel it is necessary to begin this journey. I know I will not be alone on this path and very much look forward to coaxing my kin for assistance.
Written By Denica
June 2, 2022, 7:27 p.m.(10/5/1017 AR)
Sometimes a whisper is enough to reach a crowd, while other times you must scream, just to be heard by one person.
Written By Esme
June 2, 2022, 10:45 a.m.(10/4/1017 AR)
Darling Readers,
I know that life sometimes has pain and we walk that path as long as it takes in our grief. You never have to put a time on your sorrow, but I only ask you one thing. Will you please remember there is always hope? We are always on the cusp of change, of something different, a step, a path... or just our next breath. I ask that you each in these hard times also try to remember love and understanding. Do not speak oaths in your grief that might cause the harm of innocents. Oaths are not to be spoken lightly for their weight is a presence felt by all.
Honor and duty are some of our most wonderful things to embrace, but so is the ability to make our own choices. I only ask that you think before you think and before you react. There is always a time of action, just make sure that it is that and not a reaction. Regardless of your choices in the coming times before us, know you are loved. Know that no matter the victory or the defeat; you alone could not hold the balance of it. You alone cannot be responsible, but if you have stumbled on your path; you still have time to make it right. Forgiveness can be given to a heart of redemption. Every time that we awaken from a slumber, we are able to create a new day. We are able to be better than we were before we shut our eyes; even if it was only to blink.
For those in pain - my heart shatters a million times over for you. Know that I am here if you need to speak. Reach out to those you call friends and family. You do not need to be alone in grief. We are all here for you. If you trust not the mortal words, then lean upon your Gods. They know your heart. They wish only to see you live in honor, duty, and love. May the blessings of the Gods be upon you.
I know that life sometimes has pain and we walk that path as long as it takes in our grief. You never have to put a time on your sorrow, but I only ask you one thing. Will you please remember there is always hope? We are always on the cusp of change, of something different, a step, a path... or just our next breath. I ask that you each in these hard times also try to remember love and understanding. Do not speak oaths in your grief that might cause the harm of innocents. Oaths are not to be spoken lightly for their weight is a presence felt by all.
Honor and duty are some of our most wonderful things to embrace, but so is the ability to make our own choices. I only ask that you think before you think and before you react. There is always a time of action, just make sure that it is that and not a reaction. Regardless of your choices in the coming times before us, know you are loved. Know that no matter the victory or the defeat; you alone could not hold the balance of it. You alone cannot be responsible, but if you have stumbled on your path; you still have time to make it right. Forgiveness can be given to a heart of redemption. Every time that we awaken from a slumber, we are able to create a new day. We are able to be better than we were before we shut our eyes; even if it was only to blink.
For those in pain - my heart shatters a million times over for you. Know that I am here if you need to speak. Reach out to those you call friends and family. You do not need to be alone in grief. We are all here for you. If you trust not the mortal words, then lean upon your Gods. They know your heart. They wish only to see you live in honor, duty, and love. May the blessings of the Gods be upon you.
Written By Raven
June 1, 2022, 7:57 p.m.(10/3/1017 AR)
May the gods show mercy and favor to many who suffer the consequences of my idiocy and arrogance. I have not the words.
Written By Desiree
June 1, 2022, 5:14 p.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
There is not much that I can say other than I am completely saddened by your loss. You led an extraordinary life and were something to look up to and emulate. I certainly looked up to you, but we all know I cannot hold a candle to your healing flame. May you be cared for in Lagoma's embrace and under the guidance of the Queen of Endings to be returned to us upon new beginnings.
Not All Dragons Slumber.
Not All Dragons Slumber.
Written By Iseulet
June 1, 2022, 1:27 p.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
He's proven himself to his family, subjects, and peers.
Let him now and forever be known as the Battle Dandy.
War Dandy?
Let him now and forever be known as the Battle Dandy.
War Dandy?
Written By Oswyn
June 1, 2022, 1:10 p.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
How wonderful to have a dream become reality. How fortunate to be in a position to do so. I am impossibly happy.
Written By Haakon
June 1, 2022, 12:25 p.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
I’m a reaver, not a soldier.
In this last campaign, Anders Nightcove was reaving, not invading. His goal was not to conquer, but to prepare us for the invasion to follow. Attacking granaries and watchtowers, undercutting the ability of marked houses to spot future attacks coming and to withstand sieges. It cost him dear in men and ships and it will cost his house more, still, but that was his object.
Let every loyal house in the isles prepare against what is to follow, for Anders Nightcove may be a slime-guzzling pisspot of an urchin-fucking Arvani shitstain, who lost his sword and shield in his haste to flee from me; he may be a pox-ridden goat from a doomed line of diseased lackwits; he may be a man-shaped sack of bile, vomit, and failure; he may lack the wits to be found in the rancid guts of a month-rotten whale; he may be a festering boil on the ass of Arvani civilization, and he may be more blind than a drunken Lycene with their helm on backwards..
But he is no fool.
In this last campaign, Anders Nightcove was reaving, not invading. His goal was not to conquer, but to prepare us for the invasion to follow. Attacking granaries and watchtowers, undercutting the ability of marked houses to spot future attacks coming and to withstand sieges. It cost him dear in men and ships and it will cost his house more, still, but that was his object.
Let every loyal house in the isles prepare against what is to follow, for Anders Nightcove may be a slime-guzzling pisspot of an urchin-fucking Arvani shitstain, who lost his sword and shield in his haste to flee from me; he may be a pox-ridden goat from a doomed line of diseased lackwits; he may be a man-shaped sack of bile, vomit, and failure; he may lack the wits to be found in the rancid guts of a month-rotten whale; he may be a festering boil on the ass of Arvani civilization, and he may be more blind than a drunken Lycene with their helm on backwards..
But he is no fool.
Written By Giada
June 1, 2022, 9:44 a.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
This cold can go to the Abyss.
Written By Romulius
June 1, 2022, 7:53 a.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
It is the realm of cowards, scoundrels, and curs to speak publicly in support of one thing while the hand acts in opposition to it.
The traditions and stability of the Mourning Isles are of dire importance to its continued existence and to the well-being of its people. That there are those who would desperately clutch to a single bit of floatsam in the name of 'tradition' rather than swim to the shore in sight is disappointing - one throws out the babe with the bathwater when proper judgment is clouded by excessive zeal.
The traditions and stability of the Mourning Isles are of dire importance to its continued existence and to the well-being of its people. That there are those who would desperately clutch to a single bit of floatsam in the name of 'tradition' rather than swim to the shore in sight is disappointing - one throws out the babe with the bathwater when proper judgment is clouded by excessive zeal.
Written By Watcher
June 1, 2022, 7:48 a.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Wise raven, clever raven
Fly swift, and fly free
Find those that are lost
Bring the lost home to me.
Wise raven, clever raven
Look far and look low
Find those that are lost
Lead them back through the snow.
Wise raven, clever raven
If the lost can't return
Lead the lost to their rest
As you'll lead us in turn.
Fly swift, and fly free
Find those that are lost
Bring the lost home to me.
Wise raven, clever raven
Look far and look low
Find those that are lost
Lead them back through the snow.
Wise raven, clever raven
If the lost can't return
Lead the lost to their rest
As you'll lead us in turn.
Written By Mabelle
June 1, 2022, 5:58 a.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Not everything is as simple as it may seem.
My cousin is a wise leader faced with difficult decisions everyday through which he navigates admirably by using reason, experience and careful observation. I am proud to be of his kin and service and for the responsibility he bestowed upon me and will continue to follow his path every day in hopes some of it rubs off on me.
Prosperity to the Beekeepers. Time to rebuild which has been lost.
My cousin is a wise leader faced with difficult decisions everyday through which he navigates admirably by using reason, experience and careful observation. I am proud to be of his kin and service and for the responsibility he bestowed upon me and will continue to follow his path every day in hopes some of it rubs off on me.
Prosperity to the Beekeepers. Time to rebuild which has been lost.
Written By Martino
June 1, 2022, 4:59 a.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
Southport will be busy over these coming weeks as we honour each soldier who gave their lives to defend our values. For those who do not know our tradition:
The goods of the fallen comrade are put back to use with the soldiers who lived dividing them up between themselves while enjoying the favourite food and drinks of the dead. Some tokens are saved for the family to be sent back, as well as the honour of knowing their Malvici proved themselves on the battlefield until the end. Any conflict on who receives what? The deceased's favourite game is played to determine the dispute.
After the funeral rites are done in both the name of Lagoma and Tehom, and the addition of the Queen of Endings and Beginnings. May each that died serving House Malvici return soon from the Wheel and distinguish themselves once more.
This tradition was brought back by the Lady Eirene and, while she may not carry Malvici in her name, she will always carry it in her heart and spirit.
We shall look to host a Vulture's Feast in Arx soon, so others may see our tradition and so we can honour those who died.
The goods of the fallen comrade are put back to use with the soldiers who lived dividing them up between themselves while enjoying the favourite food and drinks of the dead. Some tokens are saved for the family to be sent back, as well as the honour of knowing their Malvici proved themselves on the battlefield until the end. Any conflict on who receives what? The deceased's favourite game is played to determine the dispute.
After the funeral rites are done in both the name of Lagoma and Tehom, and the addition of the Queen of Endings and Beginnings. May each that died serving House Malvici return soon from the Wheel and distinguish themselves once more.
This tradition was brought back by the Lady Eirene and, while she may not carry Malvici in her name, she will always carry it in her heart and spirit.
We shall look to host a Vulture's Feast in Arx soon, so others may see our tradition and so we can honour those who died.
Written By Thea
May 31, 2022, 9:47 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
Closure. I feel like she wanted us to find it. We will continue to do you proud. That dandy most of all..
Until we meet again.
Until we meet again.
Written By Thea
May 31, 2022, 9:44 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
You were...you were a good teacher to me when I first arrived here in the Arx. And tended to me more times than I can count. I will certainly miss you.
Written By Titus
May 31, 2022, 7:34 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
I’m reminded of the story between the rabbit and turtle. The rabbit pointed out that none were faster than they were, they could get from one place to another quicker. It was the turtle though that reminded the rabbit that while they were slow moving, they could live for a hundred years and go far beyond were the quick rabbit could reach in their tiny lifespan of a few years.
While we may want to quickly react, we shouldn't forget the long game.
While we may want to quickly react, we shouldn't forget the long game.
Written By Giada
May 31, 2022, 7:09 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
Welp. House Nightcove seems to be popular these days. I cannot say that I want to be facing what's about to land on their heads. Gods grant a swift resolution and the return of peace to the Mourning Isles.
Written By Sydney
May 31, 2022, 7:03 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
When war is all you know, war is all you ever will know.
I long for the days when I was a child, and such matters seemed far outside of my ken, an intangible specter looming just out of view that made the prices of feed and produce fluctuate, that snatched away the fathers and mothers of children I met in the Lower Boroughs.
When I was young, at least, it all felt like it was done with meaning and purpose, by adults who quite simply knew better than I how the world worked, and what course of action to take.
...I'm still young, it could be argued, but no longer young enough to not see the futility of all of this. In the absence of a common foe, we create one in eachother. Shards, even in the /presence/ of a common foe that we know not how to strike, we create one we can reach.
What utter foolishness.
I long for the days when I was a child, and such matters seemed far outside of my ken, an intangible specter looming just out of view that made the prices of feed and produce fluctuate, that snatched away the fathers and mothers of children I met in the Lower Boroughs.
When I was young, at least, it all felt like it was done with meaning and purpose, by adults who quite simply knew better than I how the world worked, and what course of action to take.
...I'm still young, it could be argued, but no longer young enough to not see the futility of all of this. In the absence of a common foe, we create one in eachother. Shards, even in the /presence/ of a common foe that we know not how to strike, we create one we can reach.
What utter foolishness.
Written By Khanne
May 31, 2022, 6:42 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I can't... I don't have words. My beautiful Rei, one of my closest friends, beyond friends... like family... I just can't.
Written By Alarissa
May 31, 2022, 6:15 p.m.(10/1/1017 AR)
Maelstrom seems to weather summer better than the city and now that autumn eases in, I have eased back myself. I bring Danse and the twins back to the city to spend time with us and prepare to overwinter here. The waters will be dangerous soon enough to travel back and forth upon it's surface.
I stood upon the decks a time or two and looks at the waters surface and below it. I wonder where they are and how they are. Whether the continued silence bodes ill or if they are too busy tending to the matters that they tend to. Perhaps htat which lurks on the borders is interfering there too? They are always in my thoughts and prayers and we visited the embassey often with the children to sing softly to the water.
But I am here on calm tides and it's time to prepare. A season approaches, of change both welcomed and loathed by others and fall in the city has always been a lovely one. I will begrudgingly admit to that. I have missed my atrium, my children and my husband in no particular order.
I stood upon the decks a time or two and looks at the waters surface and below it. I wonder where they are and how they are. Whether the continued silence bodes ill or if they are too busy tending to the matters that they tend to. Perhaps htat which lurks on the borders is interfering there too? They are always in my thoughts and prayers and we visited the embassey often with the children to sing softly to the water.
But I am here on calm tides and it's time to prepare. A season approaches, of change both welcomed and loathed by others and fall in the city has always been a lovely one. I will begrudgingly admit to that. I have missed my atrium, my children and my husband in no particular order.
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