Written By Mae
March 22, 2018, 5:08 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
I realize I never wrote a follow up. Magpie is home, safe and sound. Mayir and Fortunato, too. They brought with them Dame Eleanor, who was quite injured. I saw to Eleanor before sending her on to the Mercies.
I'll rest easier now.
I'll rest easier now.
Written By Juliana
March 22, 2018, 4:54 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
I had no plans to say anything to anyone but I have been asked and have been reminded that there are children who will one day need to know. So I will say this.
He died.. he died protecting the Compact, even though he said he would not.
He gave his life so that those of us that were with him could live, even though he swore he was not a hero.
He died with the weight of his life full on him and his heart brimming with love.
I don't see how one could ask any more of a man than that.
I loved him, I love him still he was and always will be my brother.
Written By Corban
March 22, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Duke Cristoph has suggested that we tell stories of the heroes of Setarco. I think that is a fine idea. So let me tell the story of Duke Cristoph Laurent and the cavalry of the Oathlands.
It is hard to overstate the danger of the rabid dogs that the Pirate King's minions unleashed on the lines in Setarco. They are the creatures that murdered both Dame Zhayla, the Sword of Old Oak, and Lord Killian Ashford, the Paladin of Ideals. They, in other words, defeated some of our finest warriors. Any rational soldier would cower and refuse to face them.
But not Duke Cristoph and his brave men and women. They steeled themselves, they charged. Their losses were unspeakable. But they were victorious. I commanded men on that line. We owe our lives to them.
It is said that the purest form of Gloria's worship is to pray not for victory, but for the courage to do one's duty. The Duke Cristoph's cavalry venerated Gloria in their deeds at Setarco.
It is hard to overstate the danger of the rabid dogs that the Pirate King's minions unleashed on the lines in Setarco. They are the creatures that murdered both Dame Zhayla, the Sword of Old Oak, and Lord Killian Ashford, the Paladin of Ideals. They, in other words, defeated some of our finest warriors. Any rational soldier would cower and refuse to face them.
But not Duke Cristoph and his brave men and women. They steeled themselves, they charged. Their losses were unspeakable. But they were victorious. I commanded men on that line. We owe our lives to them.
It is said that the purest form of Gloria's worship is to pray not for victory, but for the courage to do one's duty. The Duke Cristoph's cavalry venerated Gloria in their deeds at Setarco.
Written By Jev
March 22, 2018, 4:23 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
If anyone knows the first name of Lady "I'm Always Tired" Igniseri, please send a messenger my way.
Written By Kaldur
March 22, 2018, 4:18 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
My liege lady. She has welcomed Seliki to Arx and now, additionally, Yaya Oona. So much gratitude.
Written By Kaldur
March 22, 2018, 4:15 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Oona
My dearest Yaya. She's eccentric and open and adventuresome and in Arx now, so don't mess with her.
Written By Wynna
March 22, 2018, 4:13 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
To those who risked their lives, and gave their lives, I can only express my gratitude the best way I know how. Let all those who planned, strategized, pondered, fought and died to protect our Compact be remembered in writing. Not just in the Whites, but committed to our libraries as well. I seek the stories of those who helped bring us victory, any willing to give them, so that the history may be told in a more concise manner. Whether you fought on the field, researched the foe, planned strategy in the war tents, or spied from afar, write to me. If your friend has confided in you about the war and how it proceeded, write to me - no names need be given, no misery focused upon without significance.
Though not all scholars had the bearing to fight, still we guard the words of men and gods, however we can.
Though not all scholars had the bearing to fight, still we guard the words of men and gods, however we can.
Written By Valery
March 22, 2018, 3:30 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
There are lots of crafters much more beautiful than me.
But I guess that's the hangover talking.
I'm glad it worked.
But I guess that's the hangover talking.
I'm glad it worked.
Written By Jev
March 22, 2018, 3:28 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
So the apothecary who got mad at me for I guess walking in when she was getting ready to boink some rude looking Oathlander made me some pants after all!
And other things too!
She is very beautiful and talented! I am glad I could inspire her to get into fashion design. It's humbling, and an honor, to be her muse and to have her as my protege!
And other things too!
She is very beautiful and talented! I am glad I could inspire her to get into fashion design. It's humbling, and an honor, to be her muse and to have her as my protege!
Written By Saoirse
March 22, 2018, 2:46 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
The Crown has granted me a position speaking for it. I will strive to keep my bon mots to myself.
Written By Cadenza
March 22, 2018, 2:23 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Left my offering at the shrine at the Queen of Endings....
Now to get back to my room and drink all of this wine....and rum....and whiskey.
Now to get back to my room and drink all of this wine....and rum....and whiskey.
Written By Joscelin
March 22, 2018, 1:22 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
We are bound together by the bonds of 'shine. I have your humbler moments preserved in pristine condition in my mind. I will pull out the memory and shake it out now and then and lay it before you to make you laugh. Feel free to do the same with some of my more awkward moments last evening.
Valery has some amazing hang-over cure. I'll send you some.
Valery has some amazing hang-over cure. I'll send you some.
Written By Eirene
March 22, 2018, 1:20 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
With Caly staying behind in Southport to deal with shit that means I'm going to have to handle the day to day business in Arx for the House.
I welcome the distraction. No, that's a lie. I don't. I want to go back to being a drunk and die in a gutter alone somewhere but I'm too full of rage for that it seems.
I welcome the distraction. No, that's a lie. I don't. I want to go back to being a drunk and die in a gutter alone somewhere but I'm too full of rage for that it seems.
Written By Joscelin
March 22, 2018, 1:20 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Next time, protect me from my own foolish choices. Also have I told you you're an artist with that weapon of yours? Prowess beyond measure in the arena or on the battlefield.
Written By Joscelin
March 22, 2018, 1:19 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I was up to my eyeballs in work when I decided to take a break and read through my forwarded copy of the Whites. I was -only- trying to give you what you asked for. But yes, I'm rather proud of my swear-word vocabulary, it took many fine people to flesh out and evolve into the beautiful thing it is, and sometimes it even helps me set gemstones without cracking them.
Anything can be a tool if you use it right. Same goes for weapons too, I suppose, though I've not weaponized my swearing. I might though.
Anything can be a tool if you use it right. Same goes for weapons too, I suppose, though I've not weaponized my swearing. I might though.
Written By Katarina
March 22, 2018, 12:36 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Yasmine
I find it strange that you claim Lord Vano sold out the ideals of his own people by taking castles, lands, and the oaths that accompany them. Haven't you taken to the same path when you, too, have bent the knee? Is that not an oath within itself?
Written By Joscelin
March 22, 2018, 12:29 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
You're the most beautiful Crafter ever.
Written By Agatha
March 22, 2018, 12:03 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Just so all of you know, Lady Igniseri, Guildmistress, even you Morrighan - please do not try to keep up with me in any drinking games. Or I just won't compete. Just drink and watch the mayhem. HAH!
Yes, you CAN use the big letters again scholar. I cannot stay small for long. It would not be me and the world needs some bigness in it!
Yes, you CAN use the big letters again scholar. I cannot stay small for long. It would not be me and the world needs some bigness in it!
Written By Rymarr
March 22, 2018, 12:02 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
I could place this personal reflection in a black journal, unlikely to be seen again until I'm fired from a catapult at some worthy adversary in the future. I won't place it there, though. That is within my routine and counter to the point of this journal.
Many perished as a result of this most recent conflict. Deepwood suffered a number of losses, let alone the many banners across all of Arvum that converged on those areas of conflict. Their loss will be felt and, gods willing, remembered. I refuse to exaggerate the relationship that I had with those of the Peerage that perished, but I can acknowledge losses and grow from them without painting a pleasant picture of our being the very best of friends that never truly existed. I didn't travel to Stormwall because I had a competent officer of House Deepwood's military to command in my stead. I had duties in Arx. The point is, I didn't fight in this conflict; I have some regrets on that issue, but recognize that sometimes you must prioritize your focus.
It is in these moments when surrounded by the knowledge of so much death, without having intimate familiarity with those who have fallen that I find the most clarity in my own reflections. It is in those moments where I can take a step back and see the sacrifice of others as more than their deaths. I have since I was a young child tried to see the positive side of death or at least how to make a positive of it. These deaths weigh on my mind because, as with many deaths of war, they were unexpected. When one marches to war, one accepts that they may die. Rare it is that I've been outside the conflict, waiting for news of the few friends and family that I have to return home safely. Then comes the news of losses. Name after name after name. Some familiar, some strange.
It is as those names begin to circulate that I'm reminded that death can come at any moment. War, hunger, a harsh winter after a group of shav raid your supply train and force everyone to scrounge, or even simply stepping into the street without paying attention. That is what these relative stranger's deaths mean to me. A reminder that no matter how safe or how content you are, Constant Vigilance has to be maintained. It's exhausting really, but a necessary thing. It's what the Sentinel would want.
Yet I recognize something else, when I put aside the idea that one must be persistently watchful for tragedy. You forget to live. You become cold. You become detached. The people around you whisper about seeing hidden warmth beneath the surface. They relish even a twitch of a smile. I have to wonder though: is that any way to live your life? People died and here you are, sitting in your study, with a half dozen metaphorical sticks fitted snugly within your backside.
I don't spend days, weeks, or even months mourning loss. As I have consulted some in the past, I often find it is best to take tragedy and spin it into something positive. Dame Zhayla was slain and while I certainly both felt and feel her loss still, I refuse to become some blubbering mess over it all. I vowed to protect the future of House Deepwood with even more fervor after her death. Our House has a second chance at life and Dame Zhayla believed in the purpose of it. If I'm to respect her life and death, then I must strive to protect that which she loved and what loved her in return, to the best of my ability.
If I'm to pay my respects to these names of the Peerage and beyond that I barely knew, if at all? Then I must ensure that I take the time that I'm afforded, on account of their noble sacrifice, and truly utilize it. I must embrace life more fully, I must remove these sticks from my backside, I must utilize the time I'm given for more than what I've been using it for. So much potential has been wasted on my not understanding the value of life.
In short, I must learn to lighten up so that I can properly thank those who gave their lives. Appreciate the time that they have paid to allow me more.
The first step will probably need to be smiling sometimes. I think some people have began to suspect that I'm not actually human. Though I'm sure that would be quite the surprise to discover of myself.
After that, perhaps I'll take up cursing for the sheer fun of it. Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius seems to believe that I should feel free to both pray and curse. I can only suspect that she truly does have the eye of Jayus, given the creativity that she puts into her favorite curse words or phrases. I think baby steps are in order. One day at a time.
Many perished as a result of this most recent conflict. Deepwood suffered a number of losses, let alone the many banners across all of Arvum that converged on those areas of conflict. Their loss will be felt and, gods willing, remembered. I refuse to exaggerate the relationship that I had with those of the Peerage that perished, but I can acknowledge losses and grow from them without painting a pleasant picture of our being the very best of friends that never truly existed. I didn't travel to Stormwall because I had a competent officer of House Deepwood's military to command in my stead. I had duties in Arx. The point is, I didn't fight in this conflict; I have some regrets on that issue, but recognize that sometimes you must prioritize your focus.
It is in these moments when surrounded by the knowledge of so much death, without having intimate familiarity with those who have fallen that I find the most clarity in my own reflections. It is in those moments where I can take a step back and see the sacrifice of others as more than their deaths. I have since I was a young child tried to see the positive side of death or at least how to make a positive of it. These deaths weigh on my mind because, as with many deaths of war, they were unexpected. When one marches to war, one accepts that they may die. Rare it is that I've been outside the conflict, waiting for news of the few friends and family that I have to return home safely. Then comes the news of losses. Name after name after name. Some familiar, some strange.
It is as those names begin to circulate that I'm reminded that death can come at any moment. War, hunger, a harsh winter after a group of shav raid your supply train and force everyone to scrounge, or even simply stepping into the street without paying attention. That is what these relative stranger's deaths mean to me. A reminder that no matter how safe or how content you are, Constant Vigilance has to be maintained. It's exhausting really, but a necessary thing. It's what the Sentinel would want.
Yet I recognize something else, when I put aside the idea that one must be persistently watchful for tragedy. You forget to live. You become cold. You become detached. The people around you whisper about seeing hidden warmth beneath the surface. They relish even a twitch of a smile. I have to wonder though: is that any way to live your life? People died and here you are, sitting in your study, with a half dozen metaphorical sticks fitted snugly within your backside.
I don't spend days, weeks, or even months mourning loss. As I have consulted some in the past, I often find it is best to take tragedy and spin it into something positive. Dame Zhayla was slain and while I certainly both felt and feel her loss still, I refuse to become some blubbering mess over it all. I vowed to protect the future of House Deepwood with even more fervor after her death. Our House has a second chance at life and Dame Zhayla believed in the purpose of it. If I'm to respect her life and death, then I must strive to protect that which she loved and what loved her in return, to the best of my ability.
If I'm to pay my respects to these names of the Peerage and beyond that I barely knew, if at all? Then I must ensure that I take the time that I'm afforded, on account of their noble sacrifice, and truly utilize it. I must embrace life more fully, I must remove these sticks from my backside, I must utilize the time I'm given for more than what I've been using it for. So much potential has been wasted on my not understanding the value of life.
In short, I must learn to lighten up so that I can properly thank those who gave their lives. Appreciate the time that they have paid to allow me more.
The first step will probably need to be smiling sometimes. I think some people have began to suspect that I'm not actually human. Though I'm sure that would be quite the surprise to discover of myself.
After that, perhaps I'll take up cursing for the sheer fun of it. Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius seems to believe that I should feel free to both pray and curse. I can only suspect that she truly does have the eye of Jayus, given the creativity that she puts into her favorite curse words or phrases. I think baby steps are in order. One day at a time.
Written By Morrighan
March 22, 2018, 11:58 a.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Not Foolsbane, no. Jos brought out the 'shine. Probably on par with Mydas' vodka, though. Rancid demon's piss. Have a drinking game she said, it'll be fun, she said.
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