Written By Sparte
April 2, 2018, 9:28 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
I feel I should put this in a proclaimation to fully express my regret, but I have been asked to limit it to a white journal and am honoring that.
Yesterday, after an evening taken with an idea in poor taste, I gathered some others to perform a prank that has caused terrible harm. Purchasing taxidermied bunnies from local businesses, we sat and made them tiny inquisition outfits and little plaques with what we felt were comical epitaphs. I then left these taxidermied bunnies outside of the Inquest.
Less than a day has passed since I did so. I'm told people have pulled their support from the Inquisition over it, and blamed them for the display. That archlectors and highlords have written demanding answers, taking up the time of Inquisitors and making work for much of the day impossible for the flood of messengers and the need to reassure individuals.
What was meant as a jest quickly became a serious problem. I did not anticipate that, I did not intend that, but I am responsible for that. Further than just being a mark upon myself, that is a mark upon the Iron Guard, whom I do not wish to be marred by my lapse in judgement.
I have agreed to foresake my pay as a guardsman until such time as the senior officers of the iron guard feel my penance is met, along with whatever other penalties they deem suitable for my actions. I am further sending what aid I can to the Inquisition to make up for the time I have cost them from their duties, and offer to personally make amends to those others who were troubled by my actions should they reach out.
Signed,
Sparte Fatchforth
Yesterday, after an evening taken with an idea in poor taste, I gathered some others to perform a prank that has caused terrible harm. Purchasing taxidermied bunnies from local businesses, we sat and made them tiny inquisition outfits and little plaques with what we felt were comical epitaphs. I then left these taxidermied bunnies outside of the Inquest.
Less than a day has passed since I did so. I'm told people have pulled their support from the Inquisition over it, and blamed them for the display. That archlectors and highlords have written demanding answers, taking up the time of Inquisitors and making work for much of the day impossible for the flood of messengers and the need to reassure individuals.
What was meant as a jest quickly became a serious problem. I did not anticipate that, I did not intend that, but I am responsible for that. Further than just being a mark upon myself, that is a mark upon the Iron Guard, whom I do not wish to be marred by my lapse in judgement.
I have agreed to foresake my pay as a guardsman until such time as the senior officers of the iron guard feel my penance is met, along with whatever other penalties they deem suitable for my actions. I am further sending what aid I can to the Inquisition to make up for the time I have cost them from their duties, and offer to personally make amends to those others who were troubled by my actions should they reach out.
Signed,
Sparte Fatchforth
Written By Itzal
April 2, 2018, 9:14 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Wait, what? You're announcing it like THAT?! In the Whites?!!
Written By Thena
April 2, 2018, 9:12 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
I'm thinking of the children!
Written By Itzal
April 2, 2018, 9:06 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
That is, believe it or not, a common occurrence when you don't poison the drink, uncle!
Written By Itzal
April 2, 2018, 9:05 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Brigida
Frankly I feel they could add more details. How many beds will be availible? What's on the menu? Are there sweets? Won't someone please think of the children?!
We need more proclamations on that subject, clearly.
We need more proclamations on that subject, clearly.
Written By Orathy
April 2, 2018, 9:02 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Oy! Today I fuckin shared a drink with an inquisitor 'n didn't die. Fuckin miracle ain't it?
Written By Brigida
April 2, 2018, 8:29 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
If only there were a place I could go for by-the-minute updates about the commons medical clinic.
Written By Venturo
April 2, 2018, 7:50 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
As a young child, I recall a parade that went through the streets of the city I was in. It was a glorious thing, a celebration of a wedding, with so many Lords and Ladies of the area in their splendor. Everyone had turned out to watch, and it was in a word, mesmerizing. As a youth on the verge of going from boy to man, I experienced my very first crush. One of the ladies, in a dress of scintillating blue, her skin dark, her hair jet black, and these expressive brown eyes was giving away these small, tiny boxes. She placed one in my hand and flashed me a smile I'll never forget. I couldn't tell you her name, but that box! It was a wonderful thing, in my palm, it's pristine white set against a deep blue ribbon. Like a child should feel on their birthday, I would suppose, waiting in anticipation. I still have, to this day, what was inside.
I have discovered, in the city of Arx, that messages hold this same childish glee for me. Be they long or short, they always invoke a sense of wondrous possibilities. I've met new friends through the simple act of penning letters, such as the Lady Halfshav, and look forward to any and all messages that might come my way.
I have discovered, in the city of Arx, that messages hold this same childish glee for me. Be they long or short, they always invoke a sense of wondrous possibilities. I've met new friends through the simple act of penning letters, such as the Lady Halfshav, and look forward to any and all messages that might come my way.
Written By Gailin
April 2, 2018, 7:41 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Marriage, and an heir on the way. War and the fear of losing all that I hold dear running rampant through my mind. My sister running off to do her own thing, and my brothers helping when they can and with what they can. At least I have my love, my wife my Countess, my world, my universe, my everything. Titania keeps me grounded and reminds me of who I am and I love her for it.
Written By Dominique
April 2, 2018, 7:16 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Why do I spar Swords of Houses in steel when I'm in my leathers?
Still, it was fun.
Still, it was fun.
Written By Gwenna
April 2, 2018, 7:06 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
My brother is right. There /is/ a look that I reserve just for him. He's so mean, though, is he not? What was it that he wrote? A "mixture of 'utter confusion' and 'vaguely horrified'" I think it was? No, no, tsk. That's /devotion/. Adoration even! Maybe with a sprinkle of confusion and surprise. Just a little! But mostly adoration. And love, of course. So much love.
Written By Ida
April 2, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
Count Kael Keaton - truly, the entire Keaton family - humble me every time they come to the shop and have faith in me to forge a weapon. To be asked and /trusted/ to put a piece of metal between one of his loved ones and the dark shadows of the world is an honor I can hardly describe. The city boasts some of the finest weaponsmiths from across Arvum and I am so grateful that the Keatons choose me to do such work for them.
Also? That the Count occasionally lets me get away with a quip here and there, though I try not to push my luck too much in that regard!
Truly, though, I am blessed for such kind words and faith in my craft.
Also? That the Count occasionally lets me get away with a quip here and there, though I try not to push my luck too much in that regard!
Truly, though, I am blessed for such kind words and faith in my craft.
Written By Barric
April 2, 2018, 6:16 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
That was an incredible spar. We are now one and one, him having bested me without armor, and me winning with. I am pleased my steel still holds up comparably well to Rubicund. Sir Jeffeths' armor and weapon are ominously foreboding like a dark mountain of blood just waiting to rain down on someone.
At least I have managed to regain some self-respect...
Now I just have to best Princess Astraea in a spar.
It's good to have goals.
At least I have managed to regain some self-respect...
Now I just have to best Princess Astraea in a spar.
It's good to have goals.
Written By Talen
April 2, 2018, 6:12 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
Just come get drunk with us in the estate, Eirene. It's the best solution to all problems.
Written By Ignacio
April 2, 2018, 5:53 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
My lovely rose, you truly honor me and make me a happy soul. In our marriage you are now a Fidante. You are welcome with open arms into our family, but more importantly to me, you are always welcome at my side. Let the grandest of adventures begin.
Written By Genevieve
April 2, 2018, 5:33 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
No more carousing for me. I had fun, but now the time has come to take things seriously.
Back to work, back to training, back to focus and discipline.
Back to work, back to training, back to focus and discipline.
Written By Eirene
April 2, 2018, 5:24 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Well that's done. Paring back in the things in my life I don't think I need, want, or have time to deal with.
Written By Cadenza
April 2, 2018, 5:22 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ignacio
I am now Lady Cadenza Fidante....
I am now your wife.
Let's go out and cause mischief together as we promised....not let anything stop our goals.....and take that trip you promised me.
I am now your wife.
Let's go out and cause mischief together as we promised....not let anything stop our goals.....and take that trip you promised me.
Written By Itzal
April 2, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(6/24/1008 AR)
Song written by Itzal Culler, performed at no special occasion.
"She said to him
'Please stay with me'
He said maybe,
He said maybe.
She watched him leave,
Across the sea.
He said maybe,
He said maybe.
She dreamt of him,
Her loss was keen.
He said maybe,
He said maybe.
He came back home,
But found her gone.
He said maybe.
Too small a plea."
"She said to him
'Please stay with me'
He said maybe,
He said maybe.
She watched him leave,
Across the sea.
He said maybe,
He said maybe.
She dreamt of him,
Her loss was keen.
He said maybe,
He said maybe.
He came back home,
But found her gone.
He said maybe.
Too small a plea."
Written By Margret
April 2, 2018, 3:48 p.m.(6/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
I could not accept your gift last night because of my own ethics, but the sword was very beautiful, and the gesture was beautiful. Thank you for being so thoughtful.
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