Written By Kaldur
March 20, 2018, 2:29 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Peri
My sister and first-born. She says I will give her gray hair before her time. I think she'll look stunning with a shock of white hair. Just doing my part for the glory of Lagoma.
Written By Peri
March 20, 2018, 2:29 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaldur
I think he thinks I'm a bore. Since when did I become my brother's keeper? Daaaad!
Written By Kaldur
March 20, 2018, 2:24 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Princess Reese is both gracious and generous.
Written By Kenna
March 20, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
The rest of the world continues to spin while we wait and watch for word to come from the battle front.
While our forces fight, I intend to make sure that everything stays as it should at home.
Including that cobweb that has somehow managed to set itself up in the uppermost corner of the hallway art gallery. Don't think I don't see you there small spider, I do. I just haven't had a chance to get someone to knock you down with a broom yet.
While our forces fight, I intend to make sure that everything stays as it should at home.
Including that cobweb that has somehow managed to set itself up in the uppermost corner of the hallway art gallery. Don't think I don't see you there small spider, I do. I just haven't had a chance to get someone to knock you down with a broom yet.
Written By Thena
March 20, 2018, 1:30 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
I’m actually kind of speechless right now.
[Scholars Note: Dame Thena has requested that I add ‘scholar, I can /hear/ you laughing’ to this entry]
[Scholars Note: Dame Thena has requested that I add ‘scholar, I can /hear/ you laughing’ to this entry]
Written By Ann
March 20, 2018, 1:08 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
I've started this journal entry a hundred times and have never been able to complete it.
I do not possess the wit or the words to articulate the profound sense of gratitude to each and person that rose to face the ravenous hunger that threatens to devour us, having attempted to start at Stormwall and Southport. From every weapon and armor smith that so much as made an arrowhead and gauntlet to the people that sacrificed themselves selflessly so that another might live another day... Thank you.
Even though the hollowness of those words makes my stomach turn with their inadequacy, thank you.
The list is too long, the names too numerous and every one of you were instrumental to secure our future. Not Stormwall's. Not Southport's. They were only the first targets of many.
Not only did so many people lay their lives on the line to defend us, but now in the wake of the destruction of Stormwall, so many of you have also stepped up to offer help with the rebuilding after the fact that - I am simply /beside/ myself and overwhelmed with even /more/ gratitude.
Thank you, to you too.
I do not possess the wit or the words to articulate the profound sense of gratitude to each and person that rose to face the ravenous hunger that threatens to devour us, having attempted to start at Stormwall and Southport. From every weapon and armor smith that so much as made an arrowhead and gauntlet to the people that sacrificed themselves selflessly so that another might live another day... Thank you.
Even though the hollowness of those words makes my stomach turn with their inadequacy, thank you.
The list is too long, the names too numerous and every one of you were instrumental to secure our future. Not Stormwall's. Not Southport's. They were only the first targets of many.
Not only did so many people lay their lives on the line to defend us, but now in the wake of the destruction of Stormwall, so many of you have also stepped up to offer help with the rebuilding after the fact that - I am simply /beside/ myself and overwhelmed with even /more/ gratitude.
Thank you, to you too.
Written By Gareth
March 20, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
When every man died under my command before I was tortured and beaten for weeks on end, when I was returned to Arx a broken and crippled man, when people questioned my strategic decisions, of course I was able to say, you were not there, you have no honor.
In case my sarcasm does not translate through these pages let me further explain.
To silence those who would seek out the truth, simply because they were not there, is the path to foolishness. Perhaps you take issue with certain arguments or tone. Feel free. But to try and eliminate and get rid of the argument whether or not a person was there?
Surely you will not tell our King he has no honor, for questioning why a decision was made, or perhaps our Master of Questions? They were not there. Should they not ask these questions either Duke Ashford?
Or is it simply the people below you who should not question these things?
I have asked many questions about the battle in Stormwall, though I happen to prefer to do so in private, and I certainly hope you will let me have a little honor, my Lord. Just a spoonful of it should do.
Of course I have all the gratitude in the world for those who gave their lives, for those shed blood, for those who protected them. They are heroes of the compact and should be treated with due respect. If you were at the Battle of Stormwall, I owe you a great debt. With all that said, no hero is infallible, and all of us members of the compact should be accountable for our actions.
To be clear I am not weighing in on whatever current uproar there is on the Whites, but I cannot stand idly by when someone lays a curtain down and commands none to look at it, lest they be without honor.
In case my sarcasm does not translate through these pages let me further explain.
To silence those who would seek out the truth, simply because they were not there, is the path to foolishness. Perhaps you take issue with certain arguments or tone. Feel free. But to try and eliminate and get rid of the argument whether or not a person was there?
Surely you will not tell our King he has no honor, for questioning why a decision was made, or perhaps our Master of Questions? They were not there. Should they not ask these questions either Duke Ashford?
Or is it simply the people below you who should not question these things?
I have asked many questions about the battle in Stormwall, though I happen to prefer to do so in private, and I certainly hope you will let me have a little honor, my Lord. Just a spoonful of it should do.
Of course I have all the gratitude in the world for those who gave their lives, for those shed blood, for those who protected them. They are heroes of the compact and should be treated with due respect. If you were at the Battle of Stormwall, I owe you a great debt. With all that said, no hero is infallible, and all of us members of the compact should be accountable for our actions.
To be clear I am not weighing in on whatever current uproar there is on the Whites, but I cannot stand idly by when someone lays a curtain down and commands none to look at it, lest they be without honor.
Written By Thena
March 20, 2018, 1:01 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Does anyone out there know what sort of booze Grandmaster Armel preferred? If so, could that person get in touch with me?
Written By Mae
March 20, 2018, 12:46 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
I've gotten word from Magpie. The fight is still on, he says. More to do, he says.
He'll be joining the battle, he says.
My husband is not a military man. He does not lead men into battle. In fact, one of his best skills is running away from danger. And yet, he's determined he needs to fight. I'm frustrated, and upset, and angry. But I keep reminding myself what all is at stake. What he is fighting for, what he is fighting against.
Normally, I feel conflicted praying for the safe return of men and women who choose to go risk their lives in battle, and surely Magpie has made this choice. Yet, now, in the face of this actual and obvious evil? I pray. I pray that the Gods prevail, that the Compact prevails, and that my husband prevails.
Oh, and Mayir and Fortunato and everyone else, too.
He'll be joining the battle, he says.
My husband is not a military man. He does not lead men into battle. In fact, one of his best skills is running away from danger. And yet, he's determined he needs to fight. I'm frustrated, and upset, and angry. But I keep reminding myself what all is at stake. What he is fighting for, what he is fighting against.
Normally, I feel conflicted praying for the safe return of men and women who choose to go risk their lives in battle, and surely Magpie has made this choice. Yet, now, in the face of this actual and obvious evil? I pray. I pray that the Gods prevail, that the Compact prevails, and that my husband prevails.
Oh, and Mayir and Fortunato and everyone else, too.
Written By Lianne
March 20, 2018, 12:09 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
The right to question is inherent in our society, at the heart of our Faith.
It is present in the teachings of Vellichor, urging us toward understanding of our world, toward a foundation of wisdom in our daily lives. It is present in the teachings of the Thirteenth, encouraging us to hone our humanity through constant questioning, that we might know our own motivations and strive toward constant betterment.
Debate tone. Debate intention. Debate all the details until there's nothing left to pick apart.
Our right to question, however, ought never be a point of debate itself.
It is present in the teachings of Vellichor, urging us toward understanding of our world, toward a foundation of wisdom in our daily lives. It is present in the teachings of the Thirteenth, encouraging us to hone our humanity through constant questioning, that we might know our own motivations and strive toward constant betterment.
Debate tone. Debate intention. Debate all the details until there's nothing left to pick apart.
Our right to question, however, ought never be a point of debate itself.
Written By Calypso
March 20, 2018, 11:51 a.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Sent from Southport
It appears the visions were wrong. Or perhaps, Reveka Tyde saw the unites might of Southport and got scared. I don't blame her. Either way, our presence here feels like a waste and a diversion. Where we could be helping in Setarco, we are left waiting for an unknown attack.
Luckily, conversations with the Shav at our doors have started. Choices to be made. Perhaps we and the good Cavalry Riders of Valardin should host a feast here. Celebrate our willingness to defend one another after so many broken years. Even if that celebration is not bonded with battle.
It appears the visions were wrong. Or perhaps, Reveka Tyde saw the unites might of Southport and got scared. I don't blame her. Either way, our presence here feels like a waste and a diversion. Where we could be helping in Setarco, we are left waiting for an unknown attack.
Luckily, conversations with the Shav at our doors have started. Choices to be made. Perhaps we and the good Cavalry Riders of Valardin should host a feast here. Celebrate our willingness to defend one another after so many broken years. Even if that celebration is not bonded with battle.
Written By Harlan
March 20, 2018, 11:43 a.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Obviously, I did not make my bow, armor, et al.
I also am not questioning the person who did, or asking why they used whatever technique they used. I would be foolish to do so.
That's the difference here. My ire is not for everyone who did not go to war. To be angry with people simply because they were not fighting is ludicrous. You did read the entire journal, correct?
My specific point was for those who were not fighting, but had the gall to question how the military leadership chose to fight the battle. They were not there. They did not know anything about what was happening -- they have no business questioning anything.
I also am not questioning the person who did, or asking why they used whatever technique they used. I would be foolish to do so.
That's the difference here. My ire is not for everyone who did not go to war. To be angry with people simply because they were not fighting is ludicrous. You did read the entire journal, correct?
My specific point was for those who were not fighting, but had the gall to question how the military leadership chose to fight the battle. They were not there. They did not know anything about what was happening -- they have no business questioning anything.
Written By Eirene
March 20, 2018, 11:02 a.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Forwarded from Southport to the Archives
Word is that this bitch won't be trying to sack Southport now. So we came all the way down here for... what. Nothing? To watch my husband of a week get ripped to shreds by 'pretend' ghosts?
Fuck visions. Fuck everything. I feel nothing but hate right now.
I wish I was at Setarco where I could kill something unnatural. I haven't found a way to kill these things, yet, but I will. I swear it.
Word is that this bitch won't be trying to sack Southport now. So we came all the way down here for... what. Nothing? To watch my husband of a week get ripped to shreds by 'pretend' ghosts?
Fuck visions. Fuck everything. I feel nothing but hate right now.
I wish I was at Setarco where I could kill something unnatural. I haven't found a way to kill these things, yet, but I will. I swear it.
Written By Kaede
March 20, 2018, 10:43 a.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Forwarded from Setarco.
This whole journal thing is still new, but I can't say I hate it. Recording my thoughts, and some folk will actually read them? That's fun.
So here it goes: Setarco has treated me well. Or, more so, the Lycene nobility has treated me well. From princesses to low born lords, almost everyone has been in a perpetual good mood. I've also been informed marrying Prodigals is in fashion. How bigly do I need to win this battle to become Princess Kaede?
Hah. As if I could live in this fucking heat.
I'm also hearing about writing wills. Figure I could do that, sure.
The things I own are: My armor, my dagger, my sword. They are all currently on me. If I die at sea, they're probably going to go with me. If they're not, then return it all to my tribe, House Ravenseye.
I also have my constant companion, Whiskey Jack. He's a gray jay, trained to deliver messages. If I die, I'm hoping he has the good sense to fly away and come back eventually. If he decides to stay among humans, then I want to make sure he's guided to Eilonwy. He can help her, and I know she'll take good care of him.
These will things are easy to write up when you don't own shit.
~Captain Kaede Starfinder, Acting Admiral of the Fleet of Redrain
This whole journal thing is still new, but I can't say I hate it. Recording my thoughts, and some folk will actually read them? That's fun.
So here it goes: Setarco has treated me well. Or, more so, the Lycene nobility has treated me well. From princesses to low born lords, almost everyone has been in a perpetual good mood. I've also been informed marrying Prodigals is in fashion. How bigly do I need to win this battle to become Princess Kaede?
Hah. As if I could live in this fucking heat.
I'm also hearing about writing wills. Figure I could do that, sure.
The things I own are: My armor, my dagger, my sword. They are all currently on me. If I die at sea, they're probably going to go with me. If they're not, then return it all to my tribe, House Ravenseye.
I also have my constant companion, Whiskey Jack. He's a gray jay, trained to deliver messages. If I die, I'm hoping he has the good sense to fly away and come back eventually. If he decides to stay among humans, then I want to make sure he's guided to Eilonwy. He can help her, and I know she'll take good care of him.
These will things are easy to write up when you don't own shit.
~Captain Kaede Starfinder, Acting Admiral of the Fleet of Redrain
Written By Norwood
March 20, 2018, 9:23 a.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Adalyn
Since arriving with Duke Cristoph at Setarco I've heard word that my daughter Adalyn lives.
I'll take this thought to bolster me up as we prepare for the battles soon.
I'll take this thought to bolster me up as we prepare for the battles soon.
Written By Fairen
March 20, 2018, 6:17 a.m.(5/22/1008 AR)
Are we really going to provide our valiant defenders with offensive and aggressive questioning before they have even had a chance to return home from war? The Compact is in danger and yet here we have a handful of 'brilliant minds' questioning every move they have made, and are currently making. If your love of the enemy is so great, raise your banner for them instead so we may know your name and cut you down just the same. Proper record of historical events is highly significant to me, but it is a courtesy to provide our heroes, the Defenders of the Compact, at least enough time to conclude the battle, so their wounds may be mended. So their hearts, for watching those who bleed and die around them, has time to recover.
Written By Preston
March 20, 2018, 6:12 a.m.(5/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
In times past, when the future Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace and the Knight Marshall of the Templars stood and said 'This man fought with honour' it would have been the end of such a matter. I wonder at the change in society that now means this is not the case, but more that people argue with the future Grandmaster on the point like she is some opining milk sop who has not ever lifted a sword or commanded people in battle. Brother Driskell would, I am sure, say this is a great celebration of Tehom as the questioner. I cannot say I care for it.
I tease and taunt my dear Little Sister as much as any, because she is a great warrior and a fine commander, and it would be easy without obstinant asses like myself for her to lose her humility and be thus distanced from the Gods for thinking herself closer to them. What I do not do is question her judgement, as a Sworn Knight and as a leader of the Faith, quite so directly. Her judgement has been better than most, and her companionship within the Faith drives each of us to be better. Which is not to say after contemplation I always agree with her, or reach the same conclusions, but she forces us to think and in so doing be more sure of our actions or to reconsider those we cannot justify, and so do better.
I tease and taunt my dear Little Sister as much as any, because she is a great warrior and a fine commander, and it would be easy without obstinant asses like myself for her to lose her humility and be thus distanced from the Gods for thinking herself closer to them. What I do not do is question her judgement, as a Sworn Knight and as a leader of the Faith, quite so directly. Her judgement has been better than most, and her companionship within the Faith drives each of us to be better. Which is not to say after contemplation I always agree with her, or reach the same conclusions, but she forces us to think and in so doing be more sure of our actions or to reconsider those we cannot justify, and so do better.
Written By Preston
March 20, 2018, 6:06 a.m.(5/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
While I understand what caused the sentiment, can I ask you my lord, did you make your sword? Your shield? Did you forge your own armour? Raise your own horse? Train him? Did you bard him yourself? Shoe him? Did you tend to him on the cold nights? Did you grow the food to feed him and you? Did you prepare that food? Did you birth yourself? Did you tend to yourself when you were injured or sick? Did you train yourself?
To not be at the battle is no shame, and of itself says nothing about the honour of the individual. Many men who have strode into battle have then sullied Gloria by their dishonour as well. Each of us have roles to play in life, for some it calls us to battle, for others it takes us in different directions. My own Grandmaster was not at the battle, he stayed with our troops left to guard Arx from possible attack by second attacks or diverted defeated forces. Would you say he has no honour, my lord? Because I suspect you would need to fight a good many thousand honour duels from my Brothers and Sisters to satisfy such a claim, and that seems like a fine waste of time for all.
In anger to protect those we feel comradship with, we can often make errors. But we should be careful when we are great lords, for our words have an impact far beyond the simple words of men like myself.
To not be at the battle is no shame, and of itself says nothing about the honour of the individual. Many men who have strode into battle have then sullied Gloria by their dishonour as well. Each of us have roles to play in life, for some it calls us to battle, for others it takes us in different directions. My own Grandmaster was not at the battle, he stayed with our troops left to guard Arx from possible attack by second attacks or diverted defeated forces. Would you say he has no honour, my lord? Because I suspect you would need to fight a good many thousand honour duels from my Brothers and Sisters to satisfy such a claim, and that seems like a fine waste of time for all.
In anger to protect those we feel comradship with, we can often make errors. But we should be careful when we are great lords, for our words have an impact far beyond the simple words of men like myself.
Written By Jacque
March 20, 2018, 3:03 a.m.(5/22/1008 AR)
And just like that, I've learned quite a few important lessons about strategy. Back to studying, and then drinking.
Written By Harlan
March 20, 2018, 1:55 a.m.(5/22/1008 AR)
I read the Whites -- who doesn't? I need to recover from the battle, as do many others. It gives me something to do.
For those people who are complaining about the leadership at Stormwall, or actions taken there, I have this to say:
If you were there, or you were at Setarco, and you fought, and have questions -- ask your commander, and do it privately.
If you weren't there? If you were anywhere else, in Arx or elsewhere, and were not shedding blood upon the battlefield? Feel free to find a rusty spear and stick it straight up your ass. You have -no- honor.
For those people who are complaining about the leadership at Stormwall, or actions taken there, I have this to say:
If you were there, or you were at Setarco, and you fought, and have questions -- ask your commander, and do it privately.
If you weren't there? If you were anywhere else, in Arx or elsewhere, and were not shedding blood upon the battlefield? Feel free to find a rusty spear and stick it straight up your ass. You have -no- honor.
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