Written By Mia
March 4, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
We are not the warm sort, either of us, but I take the words of my House to heart -- kin in honor. And you are now kin of ours, in a fashion.
Welcome, now and always.
Welcome, now and always.
Written By Sorrel
March 4, 2018, 11:56 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Reality is what we make of it. Sometimes it's ugly and brutal and muddy and harsh. Sometimes it's beautiful and gentle and kind and wonderful. Other times it manages to be both fantastic and bloody, lovely and disgusting, all at the same time. We just have to realize what things are and work to change them. Some of that is in preparation. You don't wear dancing slippers if you're wading through mud.
I'm here for you when you need me. We will shape reality to the truth.
I'm here for you when you need me. We will shape reality to the truth.
Written By Sorrel
March 4, 2018, 11:42 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
Come back from war alive. I love you, and so does this son or daughter of yours that's in the process of growing into a human. I need you in my life. You're the best part of my life, and I'm not about to lose you to war. You are beloved to me.
Written By Aureth
March 4, 2018, 11:40 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
A man who publicly sides with an excommunicated exile against his own liege is a man who makes curious decisions about loyalty.
Written By Sigurd
March 4, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Brogan has a blade of his own now. A fine Axe named Halcyon and he will wield it well.
Written By Bethany
March 4, 2018, 11:28 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
[ From the desk of B. Mercier, scatterbrain: ]
How peculiar, to be present to for the second time in my journal since my exit of the city. Although, it's not really an oddity any longer, is it? I'm here. Really and truly here. The twins are at home, in the Vale, which is really the safest place I can think of. Oh -- yes! Hannah and Isaiah. (I feel so old!) I'm arriving while others are leaving with their various formations and fleets. Off to war. War's difficult on the soldiers and sailors and warriors and knights and mercenaries and nobles fighting. Very difficult. It's difficult for us, at home, as well. We worry about the safety of anyone that we have kissed, hugged, given favors to, and demanded they not die --
Please, none of you, don't die.
If you have to, take some of the bad guys with you.
How peculiar, to be present to for the second time in my journal since my exit of the city. Although, it's not really an oddity any longer, is it? I'm here. Really and truly here. The twins are at home, in the Vale, which is really the safest place I can think of. Oh -- yes! Hannah and Isaiah. (I feel so old!) I'm arriving while others are leaving with their various formations and fleets. Off to war. War's difficult on the soldiers and sailors and warriors and knights and mercenaries and nobles fighting. Very difficult. It's difficult for us, at home, as well. We worry about the safety of anyone that we have kissed, hugged, given favors to, and demanded they not die --
Please, none of you, don't die.
If you have to, take some of the bad guys with you.
Written By Thesarin
March 4, 2018, 11:19 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
I've known Dame Esoka of the Greenwoods all her days. From our times in the woods, to when we walked into civilization together, when she was made a knight of the Compact, and when she took the Swords of House Riven to carry.
Stood by her at the walls in the Siege of Arx, fought with her in the Forests.
And now I've seen her married, to a man who makes her happy.
Dark days coming, but this is a good one.
Stood by her at the walls in the Siege of Arx, fought with her in the Forests.
And now I've seen her married, to a man who makes her happy.
Dark days coming, but this is a good one.
Written By Galen
March 4, 2018, 11:18 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Book,
To my siblings...You each mean the world to me, and I love each of you more than you know...And Valerius, probably more than you deserve! I jest.
I'm going to war, for each of you, for Thrax, for the Compact. If I don't make it back and Sorrel does, I expect each of you to swear to me that you will help her, that you will see your niece or nephew born and you will tell them of me and our relationships.
Valerius, you, my baby brother are a man of whom I am very proud, even if you may think it is foolish of me to say such. I know your heart, I know the man you truly are, and if I don't get to see you again I will be very angry!
Leona and Jaenelle, words don't do justice how proud of you both I am! Each of you is so strong, beautiful and cunning. Both of you have been sounding boards for me, both of you have listened to your older brother and his tales of things you cared not know! And both of you will forever be my favorite sister.
To my siblings...You each mean the world to me, and I love each of you more than you know...And Valerius, probably more than you deserve! I jest.
I'm going to war, for each of you, for Thrax, for the Compact. If I don't make it back and Sorrel does, I expect each of you to swear to me that you will help her, that you will see your niece or nephew born and you will tell them of me and our relationships.
Valerius, you, my baby brother are a man of whom I am very proud, even if you may think it is foolish of me to say such. I know your heart, I know the man you truly are, and if I don't get to see you again I will be very angry!
Leona and Jaenelle, words don't do justice how proud of you both I am! Each of you is so strong, beautiful and cunning. Both of you have been sounding boards for me, both of you have listened to your older brother and his tales of things you cared not know! And both of you will forever be my favorite sister.
Written By Victus
March 4, 2018, 11:16 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
I love you and the daughter we made. Stay safe.
Written By Victus
March 4, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
There's not a whole lot more that needs to be said. I've been given a job by my King and my peers to safeguard what is theirs and what is mine.
I'll carry your standards and I'll show them the respect they deserve when they follow mine.
We'll win. Or we'll die. Either way it goes, we ain't gonna back down.
'Til our souls come back for another go.
I'll carry your standards and I'll show them the respect they deserve when they follow mine.
We'll win. Or we'll die. Either way it goes, we ain't gonna back down.
'Til our souls come back for another go.
Written By Theron
March 4, 2018, 11:14 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
And you see your life's crossroads and you know which path to tread and what paths are closed to you. They say the destination doesn't matter, that it's the journey, but I'd argue that only applies if you know the destination leads to happiness.
Lucky for me, I know that my paths do.
Lucky for me, I know that my paths do.
Written By Luis
March 4, 2018, 11:08 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
To my cousins, I find myself once again humbled by your support and generosity in this time. I often do not look to my family for such things, but you have gone above and beyond and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Written By Leta
March 4, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
I don't rightly know where I'll be going. South, most likely. I expect I'll be on a boat, and then off it, and then maybe on a boat again. With any luck I won't to fight on any boats, not that I can't, but a woman likes a little space to swing her sword. But there is always thrusting.
I'll be taking care of my woman on the journey there. My folks are taking care of Meowlarice and the kittens.
I don't know what else to write. I have been trying to write some lines of verse but I'm not feeling so good with words. With any luck I'll come back alive. With a lot of luck I'll kill some unnatural things before we return.
I'll be taking care of my woman on the journey there. My folks are taking care of Meowlarice and the kittens.
I don't know what else to write. I have been trying to write some lines of verse but I'm not feeling so good with words. With any luck I'll come back alive. With a lot of luck I'll kill some unnatural things before we return.
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 11:01 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Come what may, the Redoubt will hold.
I pray to the Sentinel it be so.
I pray to the Sentinel it be so.
Written By Galen
March 4, 2018, 11:01 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
Book,
Should I not return, I think it is only fitting that I write to my wife for the world to see. She is my everything, the book of my vows is as much true now as it was when I first presented it to her.
My world, the anchor that draws back my wrath when it rises, the humor that brightens my day. One of my greatest joys is that we both know how to not take ourselves too seriously.
If I must die so be it, but my prayers are that she would live, that our child would live. I hate bad enough that she goes into battle, but it is her desire and her gift.
Let no one doubt the strength of my love for Sorrel.
Should I not return, I think it is only fitting that I write to my wife for the world to see. She is my everything, the book of my vows is as much true now as it was when I first presented it to her.
My world, the anchor that draws back my wrath when it rises, the humor that brightens my day. One of my greatest joys is that we both know how to not take ourselves too seriously.
If I must die so be it, but my prayers are that she would live, that our child would live. I hate bad enough that she goes into battle, but it is her desire and her gift.
Let no one doubt the strength of my love for Sorrel.
Written By Alarissa
March 4, 2018, 10:57 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Victus
I wrote you a letter like this the last time, freshly married and watching you set to sail from the docks and waiting till the Serpent disappeared from sight. I will do this again, only I will have Astrid with me.
Return to us. I have no doubt that should something befell you, I can hold this house together with those that you have surrounded us by. I have no doubt that we will serve these people well and they us, till she is old enough to do so herself. But I would prefer that I did not have to. Nor that she grow up without you to teach her how to walk that line between what it is to be Thrax and a part of the compact. We both know that I will teach her how to use the Grayson in her.
Return to me, even if it is with more scars. It may seem sentimental but I have gotten used to you. Put the pretender in his place, show the compact it has not misplaced it's faith in you and show them what I saw in you that year ago when you asked me to wed you.
You are fierce and strong. You have stood upon the deck of your ship and sent a Kraken screaming to the depths because it threatened your child and your line. Now it returns and it's owner bays for the blood of Maelstrom. It's threatens that which your daughter is set to inherit when the time comes and any other children we will have. It threatens her. It threatens the lives of your people, your friends, your companions. Put it into the ground Victus. Give it no inch. The Mourning Isles belong to you. The Lycene Isles belong to Velenosa. Crovane to Redrain. All of it belongs to the Compact. Not to a pretender who died a thousand years ago and turned his back on his people in cowardice.
You stand on this eve of battle, sharpening your axe and your blade. You will put your beads in your beard, throw Astrid in the air a few times before she is set to sleep. Your armor will be freshly oiled and unashamedly will take me to bed and do other things. Then come the morning, you will stand on the deck of the Serpent and sail off to defend our allies even as the wind will whip my skirts. Whatever may come, whatever unexpected help we may find or hindrance, you will persevere.
We will be waiting for you.
So return to us.
Because you still have not taught us to swim and you are not allowed to perish until you have taught us both to swim.
'Rissa
I wrote you a letter like this the last time, freshly married and watching you set to sail from the docks and waiting till the Serpent disappeared from sight. I will do this again, only I will have Astrid with me.
Return to us. I have no doubt that should something befell you, I can hold this house together with those that you have surrounded us by. I have no doubt that we will serve these people well and they us, till she is old enough to do so herself. But I would prefer that I did not have to. Nor that she grow up without you to teach her how to walk that line between what it is to be Thrax and a part of the compact. We both know that I will teach her how to use the Grayson in her.
Return to me, even if it is with more scars. It may seem sentimental but I have gotten used to you. Put the pretender in his place, show the compact it has not misplaced it's faith in you and show them what I saw in you that year ago when you asked me to wed you.
You are fierce and strong. You have stood upon the deck of your ship and sent a Kraken screaming to the depths because it threatened your child and your line. Now it returns and it's owner bays for the blood of Maelstrom. It's threatens that which your daughter is set to inherit when the time comes and any other children we will have. It threatens her. It threatens the lives of your people, your friends, your companions. Put it into the ground Victus. Give it no inch. The Mourning Isles belong to you. The Lycene Isles belong to Velenosa. Crovane to Redrain. All of it belongs to the Compact. Not to a pretender who died a thousand years ago and turned his back on his people in cowardice.
You stand on this eve of battle, sharpening your axe and your blade. You will put your beads in your beard, throw Astrid in the air a few times before she is set to sleep. Your armor will be freshly oiled and unashamedly will take me to bed and do other things. Then come the morning, you will stand on the deck of the Serpent and sail off to defend our allies even as the wind will whip my skirts. Whatever may come, whatever unexpected help we may find or hindrance, you will persevere.
We will be waiting for you.
So return to us.
Because you still have not taught us to swim and you are not allowed to perish until you have taught us both to swim.
'Rissa
Written By Galen
March 4, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Book,
We all prepare to sail out, I have made official my appointments within the military. We are as ready as we can be, our forces are vast in number. It has always been a question of either my sanity or devotion the attitude I seem to have about me when dealing with such matters, though I want to explain it...Should this be one of my last entries, I feel like people deserve to know a touch more about me.
I smile because I breathe, I laugh because I have been close to death, I love because I know how short life can be. My cheerfulness, my light heart, these in no way reduce my sincerity or devotion to any cause, they are simply who I am, what I am... Because I choose to enjoy life as long as I have it!
We all prepare to sail out, I have made official my appointments within the military. We are as ready as we can be, our forces are vast in number. It has always been a question of either my sanity or devotion the attitude I seem to have about me when dealing with such matters, though I want to explain it...Should this be one of my last entries, I feel like people deserve to know a touch more about me.
I smile because I breathe, I laugh because I have been close to death, I love because I know how short life can be. My cheerfulness, my light heart, these in no way reduce my sincerity or devotion to any cause, they are simply who I am, what I am... Because I choose to enjoy life as long as I have it!
Written By Monique
March 4, 2018, 10:45 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Seek knowledge. That's what I have begun in earnest. Or at least in earnest, legally. Gods and Spirits, the times are changing.
Written By Saedrus
March 4, 2018, 10:44 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
My warmest congratulations to Dame Esoka and Master Calaudrin on their union. Both strong, brave and golden hearted, I could not be happier for them. Lovely Esoka looked magnificent in her finery and I hope the pair find themselves still dancing by the sun tomorrow morning.
Weddings are such exceptionally uplifting events.
Weddings are such exceptionally uplifting events.
Written By Costas
March 4, 2018, 10:38 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
In my years living both outside and within the Compact, I have come round to believe that the inchoate nature of man is to be faithless. Craving the bond between souls that is forged in oaths but to mistrust that they will be repaid in balance, and keep ourselves and our confidence only for ourselves and what is personally prized.
And here, as in all such middle roads between virtue and corruption, we find the guidance of the divine urging us toward the light. Limerance calls us to not live solely as individuals but to make common cause. To wed our own fates with those around us. Though the words we speak might be different between a liege or a spouse, in both circumstances two single threads are woven together to create something much stronger. In this sanctified covenant is found the basis for all community, all civilization.
It is a threadbare soul that makes no oaths. No pledges. Holds nothing sacred but their own intentions, and holds themselves apart from the responsibility to any other. But I have met very few such folk, in truth. While we originate from faithlessness, the divine complexity of our earthly lives seems to most always place in our path something to which we are willing to submit in fidelity. One need only to look up from the fire round a group of soldiers in the late hours and see the tokens of affection held with care in their hands - letters, trinkets, locks of hair - to understand what has brought them to willing violence for the chance of a better livelihood. Have they not made oaths, silently spoken in their hearts, that carry them through the dark? I have seen such men and women fight with a fire as could not be explained save by the blessing of the gods, and so I think it the case that this impelling force to be bound in devotion is what moves, by inches at a time, our human race ever onward toward grace.
Limerance, steadfast and true. Through your guidance we are brought from the deception of solitude and into the warm light of obligation, nurturing our starved hearts. In which one may become two, and two may become something else entirely.
And here, as in all such middle roads between virtue and corruption, we find the guidance of the divine urging us toward the light. Limerance calls us to not live solely as individuals but to make common cause. To wed our own fates with those around us. Though the words we speak might be different between a liege or a spouse, in both circumstances two single threads are woven together to create something much stronger. In this sanctified covenant is found the basis for all community, all civilization.
It is a threadbare soul that makes no oaths. No pledges. Holds nothing sacred but their own intentions, and holds themselves apart from the responsibility to any other. But I have met very few such folk, in truth. While we originate from faithlessness, the divine complexity of our earthly lives seems to most always place in our path something to which we are willing to submit in fidelity. One need only to look up from the fire round a group of soldiers in the late hours and see the tokens of affection held with care in their hands - letters, trinkets, locks of hair - to understand what has brought them to willing violence for the chance of a better livelihood. Have they not made oaths, silently spoken in their hearts, that carry them through the dark? I have seen such men and women fight with a fire as could not be explained save by the blessing of the gods, and so I think it the case that this impelling force to be bound in devotion is what moves, by inches at a time, our human race ever onward toward grace.
Limerance, steadfast and true. Through your guidance we are brought from the deception of solitude and into the warm light of obligation, nurturing our starved hearts. In which one may become two, and two may become something else entirely.
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