Written By Ainsley
March 14, 2018, 10:14 p.m.(5/12/1008 AR)
I shall be having one last dinner with my family, introducing them to my infant son. And then I shall be leaving him and my wards with our staff at the Grayson manor.
(*Scribbled in the margin.* Cara can you check in on them occasionally?)
During the Silent War I did not have a wife, I did not have children. During the Silent War I was prepared to die for the Compact, for the world.
No.
During the Silent War I *wanted* to die. I went into it expecting, hoping, to die.
I will not be going to into this War expecting to die. I shall fight to my very last breath to return to my family.
To war we go, but I will come home and I will bring as many as my men with me as I can.
(*Scribbled in the margin.* Cara can you check in on them occasionally?)
During the Silent War I did not have a wife, I did not have children. During the Silent War I was prepared to die for the Compact, for the world.
No.
During the Silent War I *wanted* to die. I went into it expecting, hoping, to die.
I will not be going to into this War expecting to die. I shall fight to my very last breath to return to my family.
To war we go, but I will come home and I will bring as many as my men with me as I can.
Written By Morrighan
March 14, 2018, 10 p.m.(5/12/1008 AR)
The battle draws near, and now is the time for me to leave Arx, to travel with the rest of Redrain up to Stormwall.
My affairs are in order, few things are packed, now I'm heading off to go beat the ever living shit out of some mad pirates.
My affairs are in order, few things are packed, now I'm heading off to go beat the ever living shit out of some mad pirates.
Written By Mydas
March 14, 2018, 9:49 p.m.(5/12/1008 AR)
House Acheron goes to war.
All beneath the red.
All beneath the red.
Written By Thena
March 14, 2018, 7:54 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
I ride for Stormwall in the morning.
I'm not afraid. There are worse ways to go.
Spare a thought for my warhorse though. His name is Cuddles, and he has a long road ahead of him.
I'm not afraid. There are worse ways to go.
Spare a thought for my warhorse though. His name is Cuddles, and he has a long road ahead of him.
Written By Jaenelle
March 14, 2018, 7:50 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
There are people that come into your life at certain moments for reasons you will never know. You will take their presence for granted. You will postpone moments, you will allow time to pass then more, and more even after, with the thought that there will always be more time. You cling to the past, with hopes that more of those moments will arise but 'Sorry, I just don't have the time right now. Maybe tomorrow? Next week? Next Month, promise.'
To each evening spent sitting in the Velenosa estate together talking. To every secret adventure taken. To each and every moment, you made the Velenosa home. You will be missed, never forgotten, and forever cherished for making me find the time right now and not next month. I can never make that right with you, but from here on I shall make it right with those I am able.
To each evening spent sitting in the Velenosa estate together talking. To every secret adventure taken. To each and every moment, you made the Velenosa home. You will be missed, never forgotten, and forever cherished for making me find the time right now and not next month. I can never make that right with you, but from here on I shall make it right with those I am able.
Written By Violet
March 14, 2018, 7:50 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
It is time. My things are loaded and the last on my companies things are being tied down. I dare say we are as ready as we can be. The masses of bodies I see is both heartening and sobering. Many won't come home to their friends and family. Many will, but far the worse for wear. I will do what I can to make sure the many is reduced as much as possible.
To my friends and family, leaving and not, may the spirits watch over you.
To my friends and family, leaving and not, may the spirits watch over you.
Written By Saya
March 14, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
I have made a bunch of tabards, inexpensive. If people wish to have something already made to represent the fealty that they march for. ...curiously Redrain sold out first.
Written By Alarissa
March 14, 2018, 7:21 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Our High Lord sails.
The Compact sails.
The Red Serpent leaves to take up it's position as the head of the Mourning Onslaught as well as that of the Compact's navy. Princess Astrid and I stood watch on the docks until the sails could be seen no more and sent with it our hopes and our faith in the the capable men and women who will fight alongside our my husband, her father, your High Lord.
War comes. To Setarco, to Stormwall. To the Darkwater Redoubt. To the Compact.
Those of us at home will keep the city running, guarded and safe. I challenge those of us who remain behind to stand tall and proud. To keep moral up, supplies stocked and prayers ever spoken for those who fight and to the gods in thanks for blessing us with the power and the heart to weather this even though we know that there is hardship ahead. Make no mistake, there will be hardships. But we will rise above.
To Darkwater Redoubt, I charge you with staying alive. Man your walls, man your hearts. We will persevere and then turn our might and pin the foe between us. You are not forgotten, you are never forgotten. You have never fallen even during the reckoning and so many tried. You are brave, selfless and courageous. Hold fast. Hold fast.
To everyone else who remains home, to Thrax and other houses. If you find yourself weary of soul, of heart or mind. If the nights are too long or fear grips you and will not let go, seek a shrine, bend a knee, seek solace in your friends, or find your way to the Thrax and you will find me with tea, a drink, an ear and help if you need it.
Together, all of us as the Mourning Isles and as the Compact, will show the foe that though we are outnumbered, we are not to be underestimated. We are Thrax, We are the Mourning Isles.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax
The Compact sails.
The Red Serpent leaves to take up it's position as the head of the Mourning Onslaught as well as that of the Compact's navy. Princess Astrid and I stood watch on the docks until the sails could be seen no more and sent with it our hopes and our faith in the the capable men and women who will fight alongside our my husband, her father, your High Lord.
War comes. To Setarco, to Stormwall. To the Darkwater Redoubt. To the Compact.
Those of us at home will keep the city running, guarded and safe. I challenge those of us who remain behind to stand tall and proud. To keep moral up, supplies stocked and prayers ever spoken for those who fight and to the gods in thanks for blessing us with the power and the heart to weather this even though we know that there is hardship ahead. Make no mistake, there will be hardships. But we will rise above.
To Darkwater Redoubt, I charge you with staying alive. Man your walls, man your hearts. We will persevere and then turn our might and pin the foe between us. You are not forgotten, you are never forgotten. You have never fallen even during the reckoning and so many tried. You are brave, selfless and courageous. Hold fast. Hold fast.
To everyone else who remains home, to Thrax and other houses. If you find yourself weary of soul, of heart or mind. If the nights are too long or fear grips you and will not let go, seek a shrine, bend a knee, seek solace in your friends, or find your way to the Thrax and you will find me with tea, a drink, an ear and help if you need it.
Together, all of us as the Mourning Isles and as the Compact, will show the foe that though we are outnumbered, we are not to be underestimated. We are Thrax, We are the Mourning Isles.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax
Written By Harlan
March 14, 2018, 6:39 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
In the case of my death soon, gods forbid, my Black Journals may be released to Lady Olivia Ashford and none other.
Written By Calypso
March 14, 2018, 5:16 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
Neither by chance, nor by fate. - None may harm us unpunished.
A plan is in place. - Vengeance for this atrocity will be achieved.
When I can write more about this, I will. And I will speak it loudly and clearly. Until that time, I will fight and press and never, ever give up this cause. You will not be forgotten.
A plan is in place. - Vengeance for this atrocity will be achieved.
When I can write more about this, I will. And I will speak it loudly and clearly. Until that time, I will fight and press and never, ever give up this cause. You will not be forgotten.
Written By Alis
March 14, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
It was none other than Princess Donella who showed us how to make hard tack. Credit where it is due!
Written By Derovai
March 14, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alban
Funnily enough, I took your meaning about me exactly the way you intended -- but I very much hope you didn't mean it.
Written By Alban
March 14, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
I have many thoughts, but most of them do not make it to the whites. I have found that when I write things down for public consumption, the context is lost and people assume far differently than what I meant.
I am told that Limerance has a path for us all, that in the end what is right will be right.
I just wonder why that path must be so rocky. Why there must be so many pitfalls. So much pain.
Every time I begin to feel love for another, they are taken from me.
In a way I am glad we finally march on Stormwall, for soon I will not have time to think of much anything but killing, or being killed.
I am told that Limerance has a path for us all, that in the end what is right will be right.
I just wonder why that path must be so rocky. Why there must be so many pitfalls. So much pain.
Every time I begin to feel love for another, they are taken from me.
In a way I am glad we finally march on Stormwall, for soon I will not have time to think of much anything but killing, or being killed.
Written By Magpie
March 14, 2018, 3:48 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Thank you, High Lord. I needed that.
I'll make sure the next release has more steamy scenes in it. Although, my next release .. well, let's just say it's book about a specific royal in the city, but I'm sure they won't mind if I spice things up.
I'll make sure the next release has more steamy scenes in it. Although, my next release .. well, let's just say it's book about a specific royal in the city, but I'm sure they won't mind if I spice things up.
Written By Gwenna
March 14, 2018, 3:45 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
I can linger in Arx no longer, though I was not purposely lingering really - just making sure I have everything, did everything, and whatever else everything before the long journey to be undertaken later tonight. Not that I will linger in Stormwall long, either, mind you. I have not prepared a will, though neither have I accumulated much during my relatively short time here in Arx. Not even a year yet, though it often feels like more. Ah, but they are just things. The oil lamp from the Lagoma ceremony, perhaps the most important item I currently own, is coming with me. That, I imagine, should be given to His Grace, Prince Darren, should the exceptionally unfortunate occur and it survive me. I believe in this small beacon so graciously put into my charge and I hope she helps me light the path.
Written By Eirene
March 14, 2018, 3:40 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
Forwarded from Southport to the Archives
In tribute...
I told you to stay
You had to go and do it
Fucking idiot
In tribute...
I told you to stay
You had to go and do it
Fucking idiot
Written By Eirene
March 14, 2018, 3:30 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
Forwarded to the Archives from Southport
I can't figure where to start. I want this to go on record. I doubt all of it will make the journey back home but I at least need to say it.
My husband of a week was literally torn apart by invisible enemies. Cicero was killed by something that shouldn't exist but does. I want to say it out loud, scream it in the streets, but the city is full of them and it might get someone else ripped to shreds if I do.
I watched him die.
I had seen death before and up close and he was not the first young man to die bloody in my arms nor will he be the last. But he was one I cared about. Maybe even loved.
Those were his last words to me. I love you. Something neither of us dared say for fear it made us weak or foolish. But I think I loved him back.
I never even gave him his wedding ring. He had given it back to me before the ceremony saying it wasn't right to wear until the vows to Limerance were done. And I forgot to give it back to him afterwards.
I hope the one who did this reads this and CHOKES on it. Every word a knife in its' back. Every tear a drop of poison. Every tortured truth an arrow.
Yes, I can cry. And I am.
I can't figure where to start. I want this to go on record. I doubt all of it will make the journey back home but I at least need to say it.
My husband of a week was literally torn apart by invisible enemies. Cicero was killed by something that shouldn't exist but does. I want to say it out loud, scream it in the streets, but the city is full of them and it might get someone else ripped to shreds if I do.
I watched him die.
I had seen death before and up close and he was not the first young man to die bloody in my arms nor will he be the last. But he was one I cared about. Maybe even loved.
Those were his last words to me. I love you. Something neither of us dared say for fear it made us weak or foolish. But I think I loved him back.
I never even gave him his wedding ring. He had given it back to me before the ceremony saying it wasn't right to wear until the vows to Limerance were done. And I forgot to give it back to him afterwards.
I hope the one who did this reads this and CHOKES on it. Every word a knife in its' back. Every tear a drop of poison. Every tortured truth an arrow.
Yes, I can cry. And I am.
Written By Joscelin
March 14, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
It was with humorous banter that we started our professional encouragements. I still bear the pin he gave me when he started the Silver Consortium, one I wear with pride though many incorrectly assumed we should have been rivals.
Competition, even in a benign form as this, breeds success for both sides, and while we continued to be professional allies/rivals in the years that followed, I look back on those beginnings with amusement and pride.
I still will, though I am sorry we will be unable to to meet as friends would, in this life.
Competition, even in a benign form as this, breeds success for both sides, and while we continued to be professional allies/rivals in the years that followed, I look back on those beginnings with amusement and pride.
I still will, though I am sorry we will be unable to to meet as friends would, in this life.
Written By Saoirse
March 14, 2018, 2:46 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
I echo my cousin's sentiments.
Written By Eleyna
March 14, 2018, 1:25 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
No one may harm us unpunished.
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