Written By Thena
March 26, 2018, 9:14 p.m.(6/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
No, don't. Really, don't.
Written By Thena
March 26, 2018, 9:12 p.m.(6/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mia
Thank you for your kind words, Countess. I'm glad I could be of some help, especially in the midst of so much chaos. I hope you are recovering well.
Written By Itzal
March 26, 2018, 9:02 p.m.(6/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Thena parade, everyone. Thena parade. Don't ask why, or how, just add it to the ever growing list of assorted nicknames our favourite Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace collects!
Written By Kia
March 26, 2018, 8:12 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
One of the first people I met in the city. Earnest and tall, I think I've made a new friend.
Written By Kia
March 26, 2018, 8:12 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Artorius
My lord. I will serve him to the best of my ability for the benefit of my people.
Written By Samantha
March 26, 2018, 6:01 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
I cannot speak to how I feel about Abbas in the wake of his death. I don't believe that his kindness toward me outweighs the darker choices he made by any stretch of the information. I can't even garuntee for certain that his motives for being kind to me were entirely for the sake of being so, and not ulterior motives.
But I do want to recall some what I remember of him. That he told me with a frank honesty that he had seen activity in the Gray Forest - Brand's monsters, and the havoc they had wrought, and that it chilled his soul. He asked me to consider him as a husband, and at the time I was baffled as to why he'd want to marry down. I remember writing to Dawn and Cara, and their wise advice of caution. And I remember when he gifted Deepwood, with no expectation of recompense, with a pack of war dogs to incorporate into our kennels.
I will never know the truth of his heart. I will never know what prompted him to make the choices he made.
I can and will hope that his next life will give him an opportunity for betterment.
But I do want to recall some what I remember of him. That he told me with a frank honesty that he had seen activity in the Gray Forest - Brand's monsters, and the havoc they had wrought, and that it chilled his soul. He asked me to consider him as a husband, and at the time I was baffled as to why he'd want to marry down. I remember writing to Dawn and Cara, and their wise advice of caution. And I remember when he gifted Deepwood, with no expectation of recompense, with a pack of war dogs to incorporate into our kennels.
I will never know the truth of his heart. I will never know what prompted him to make the choices he made.
I can and will hope that his next life will give him an opportunity for betterment.
Written By Fianna
March 26, 2018, 5:17 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
But you're a healer, right? If you break something, then who better to fix it again!
Written By Eirene
March 26, 2018, 4:52 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
The problem with having a sledgehammer personality is sometimes you break things.
Written By Wynna
March 26, 2018, 4:42 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
We're not exactly fooling anyone with this friend thing, are we?
Written By Monique
March 26, 2018, 3:54 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Your beard was impeccable, Archlector. IMPECCABLE.
Written By Aleksei
March 26, 2018, 1:50 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
My hair _did_ look very good last night, thank you for noticing!
Written By Monique
March 26, 2018, 1:36 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I've a new appreciation for the Archlector.
Written By Thena
March 26, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
Esoka took me fishing yesterday. My first time, or at least my first time doing it properly. We even caught something (and when I say ‘we’ I mean ‘her’) that had strange whiskers on it but was neither abyssal or a human corpse (we were fishing in the river in the Lowers, if you couldn’t tell).
We cooked it and ate it and it’s completely changed how I feel about fish. Also I learned that fishing involves a lot of sitting quietly which was very...needed.
We cooked it and ate it and it’s completely changed how I feel about fish. Also I learned that fishing involves a lot of sitting quietly which was very...needed.
Written By Margret
March 26, 2018, 11:54 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
Monique's husband. We have only spoken briefly. He told me a story about Cairn Valardin, and the manner in which he told it leads me to believe Lord Corban is a deep thinker. An admirable trait, I believe.
Written By Aiden
March 26, 2018, 11:49 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
The Sea Mist came into port, with trimmed sails and a slow glide under a banner of mourning. As I stood hearing her sailors responding to orders called to dock, I was overcome again by the great wave of despair washing over me, ceasing my very breath and pressing in around me. I thought I would drown and never surface.
But then a hand reached out to touch mine. Another steadied my shoulder.
I was not alone in this grief.
Estaban's family was there, knowing I needed them as much as they needed me. Those who wrote me letters were there too, supporting me in spirit for their worlds never stopped as mine surely felt it did. Together we watched with some sense of finality about it...
The gangplank was lowered and the first of the sailors off was the Captain and not long behind was the wooden box that now held my friend, to the sad bugle announcing the return of our Lion of Saik. I could not bear to stand there, despite the hands holding me. I went to help support his weight; to hoist the remains of my brother.
I had somehow hoped that they were wrong, that those who spoke of his loss confused him with another, that it wasn't true. But as I shouldered the weight of bringing the body that held him back to us, I felt the relief of all these days grieving...
He had come home and we could say our goodbyes.
The preparation for the pyre was something I let his family attend to, but I watched over it. Then when it was time, I finally had a chance to murmur my goodbye to him, to look upon what was left of the glorious strong man I had fought back to back with those few years ago.
I stood silently with him, for long hours, until Chalk landed upon my shoulder. My cousin Michael's raven, who has now decided to be with me. Chalk reminded me of what was and is.
I stood back, after a last embrace.
Then the comfort of Lagoma's last touch washed over our Lion...
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OOC: All this happened off camera, writing for closure.
But then a hand reached out to touch mine. Another steadied my shoulder.
I was not alone in this grief.
Estaban's family was there, knowing I needed them as much as they needed me. Those who wrote me letters were there too, supporting me in spirit for their worlds never stopped as mine surely felt it did. Together we watched with some sense of finality about it...
The gangplank was lowered and the first of the sailors off was the Captain and not long behind was the wooden box that now held my friend, to the sad bugle announcing the return of our Lion of Saik. I could not bear to stand there, despite the hands holding me. I went to help support his weight; to hoist the remains of my brother.
I had somehow hoped that they were wrong, that those who spoke of his loss confused him with another, that it wasn't true. But as I shouldered the weight of bringing the body that held him back to us, I felt the relief of all these days grieving...
He had come home and we could say our goodbyes.
The preparation for the pyre was something I let his family attend to, but I watched over it. Then when it was time, I finally had a chance to murmur my goodbye to him, to look upon what was left of the glorious strong man I had fought back to back with those few years ago.
I stood silently with him, for long hours, until Chalk landed upon my shoulder. My cousin Michael's raven, who has now decided to be with me. Chalk reminded me of what was and is.
I stood back, after a last embrace.
Then the comfort of Lagoma's last touch washed over our Lion...
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OOC: All this happened off camera, writing for closure.
Written By Margret
March 26, 2018, 11:49 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Simone
My cousin Marius's wife, and the Marquessa Consort of Greenmarch. I do not know her well, but I look forward to changing that now that I am in Arx.
Written By Margret
March 26, 2018, 11:47 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Marius
Cousin and Marquis of Greenmarch. I have always appreciated Marius's ability to defuse volatile situations. Since our family has transitioned from Abandoned to nobility and Marius went to Arx while I remained at Greenhaven. I have had little opportunity to spend time with my cousin. Understandable as he has responsibilities and children of his own now.
Written By Lucita
March 26, 2018, 11:40 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
What a shame that it takes such terrible things happening to make one realize just how strong they really are inside, just how much they can tolerate without being completely shattered. Having been told it is guessed that my grief will never end, and hearing of potential endless years of solitude and how all that is beautiful comes to an end even as I feel the flutter of new life within me, I have discovered anew that I have the heart of a Saik Lion linked with the inborn ability of an Igniseri to rise from the painful flames of devastation and continue onward. I will endure. I will survive. I will do my best for the people of Saikland Greens, my fealty, my children, and myself. I will NOT be quenched.
(aside to the Scholar recording this: No, Scholar, when I want to mention a name, I do so. I am grateful to them for teaching me more about myself.)
(aside to the Scholar recording this: No, Scholar, when I want to mention a name, I do so. I am grateful to them for teaching me more about myself.)
Written By Thena
March 26, 2018, 11:40 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
It’s been a little time since the Battle at Stormwall. I still don’t particularly want to talk about it, but seeing others commit their experiences to the archives reminds me that I am as bound as anyone, perhaps more than most, to give Vellichor his due.
I began the battle the war room of Stormwall with the other military commanders. I didn’t much care for it; I like being able to stay on the field with my troops and see what’s happening with my own eyes. But I understand the need for things to be the way they were and I was honored to serve with many of Arvum’s finest leadership. My cavalry were on the beaches; my archers and infantry covering the healers and the passes south in case of retreat. Some of the enemy ships were set up with siege weapons, raining flaming material down on the beach. Suddenly word came that lightening had struck down these vessels. It is my understanding that the shamans working in the heights of the castle accomplished this and game have no reason to doubt it.
I sent orders to my troops covering the healers that the heads needed to be cut from our fallen brothers and sisters in arms lest they return as one of the undead army. I can barely express the pride and relief I felt when I discovered they they did not balk from that difficult request. As far as the battle on the beach goes, I only heard what happened out there via my runners. Eventually we called them to retreat from the beaches. At that point I left the castle to organize moving everyone south down the passes.
Outside, the healers, knights of Solace, members of the Kings Own and numerous others were working to save the wounded and, at the same time, dispatch the undead. At that point, a horde of the undead was pushing towards them, us, our escape route. A massive demon appeared among them, made of shadow and horror. He had hundreds of undead creatures on leashes that he released among us. It was something no one should have to witness in their lifetime. I can’t even begin to describe how wrong, how hideous it was. Many of us charged against it, but it was too powerful, too difficult to hit. It threw Lady Eirlys Greenmarch like a rag doll. It throttled Marquis Malesh Stonewood, already grievously wounded, from a distance (though I understand the Marquis survived, thank the gods).
This part I can only guess at, but it seemed to me that some of those working among the healers with an understanding of shamanic traditions were able to call forth a spirit that weakened the demon. It was after this spirit came forth that we were able to slay the demon.
It was after this that word came of the army coming up the walls. Many brave men and women went back in to rejoin the fight there. I stayed with the wounded and healers and those aiding them, preparing for the inevitable retreat after the city was set ablaze and doing what I could to help patch people up. Then I joined the rearguard. I don’t remember very much after that. Cold, ash and blood.
This is my reckoning. If I left names out, it is because those were not my stories to tell.
We lost our Grandmaster. But we also lost around 3500 other fine men and women. Some armies lost more, some less. But every life spent on that soil leaves a hole that cannot be filled.
I began the battle the war room of Stormwall with the other military commanders. I didn’t much care for it; I like being able to stay on the field with my troops and see what’s happening with my own eyes. But I understand the need for things to be the way they were and I was honored to serve with many of Arvum’s finest leadership. My cavalry were on the beaches; my archers and infantry covering the healers and the passes south in case of retreat. Some of the enemy ships were set up with siege weapons, raining flaming material down on the beach. Suddenly word came that lightening had struck down these vessels. It is my understanding that the shamans working in the heights of the castle accomplished this and game have no reason to doubt it.
I sent orders to my troops covering the healers that the heads needed to be cut from our fallen brothers and sisters in arms lest they return as one of the undead army. I can barely express the pride and relief I felt when I discovered they they did not balk from that difficult request. As far as the battle on the beach goes, I only heard what happened out there via my runners. Eventually we called them to retreat from the beaches. At that point I left the castle to organize moving everyone south down the passes.
Outside, the healers, knights of Solace, members of the Kings Own and numerous others were working to save the wounded and, at the same time, dispatch the undead. At that point, a horde of the undead was pushing towards them, us, our escape route. A massive demon appeared among them, made of shadow and horror. He had hundreds of undead creatures on leashes that he released among us. It was something no one should have to witness in their lifetime. I can’t even begin to describe how wrong, how hideous it was. Many of us charged against it, but it was too powerful, too difficult to hit. It threw Lady Eirlys Greenmarch like a rag doll. It throttled Marquis Malesh Stonewood, already grievously wounded, from a distance (though I understand the Marquis survived, thank the gods).
This part I can only guess at, but it seemed to me that some of those working among the healers with an understanding of shamanic traditions were able to call forth a spirit that weakened the demon. It was after this spirit came forth that we were able to slay the demon.
It was after this that word came of the army coming up the walls. Many brave men and women went back in to rejoin the fight there. I stayed with the wounded and healers and those aiding them, preparing for the inevitable retreat after the city was set ablaze and doing what I could to help patch people up. Then I joined the rearguard. I don’t remember very much after that. Cold, ash and blood.
This is my reckoning. If I left names out, it is because those were not my stories to tell.
We lost our Grandmaster. But we also lost around 3500 other fine men and women. Some armies lost more, some less. But every life spent on that soil leaves a hole that cannot be filled.
Written By Peri
March 26, 2018, 10:30 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Emily
That is all you have to do. Try. I am fairly certain that the ferocity of the waters of Bisland pond are greatly exaggerated. In any case, it's not like you will be alone. Water and I have a long standing relationship. I'll just tell it to be nice to you.
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