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Written By Thorley

Feb. 13, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

I am one of the newer house Swords. Though that seems ironic, considering I'm one of the older Sword bearers. When Duke Ryhalt found me, gave me the opportunity to clean up the mess I had made of my life and to carry Eventide for the House, I nearly balked at it at first. I didn't deserve such an honor or right. I ain't proven myself in glories and tales of victories past. I was a drunk destitute that was more likely to punch a man in the face than smile at him.

The Sword set me straight. Not in a mystical, magical sense. It gave me back something I'd set aside. The idea of self-confidence. Pride. Of believing myself. The first time I drew Eventide, and saw myself reflected in that darken blade, I felt physically ill. I surely thought I would wretch. I knew in that moment - that is the Duke was gonna put this upon me, I was gonna do my best to live up to it.

It's a struggle. I lag behind the other Swords. I gotta lot to learn. One on one? I ain't much on the field. I've had my ass handed to me more times than I care to count. But what do I really count? What I saw out there on the field when we were training as a team. Being a sword ain't about personal glory, honor, or a way to impress the women.

Being a sword is to carry the protection and honor of the house. But not only is the Sword supposed to be the sense of pride and safety for those of the House - it is it's own ambassador. A single blade will bend and break under the weight of the coming challenges. A bundle of Swords? It will stand tall- it will defend it's own and others. It will ensure the safety of those that believed in him or her. The Sword? It is an extension of the wills and wishes, the hopes and prayers of those that it represents. It is on us to honor their brave choices - and do no wrong that would bring shame upon those that have granted us that honor.

And it's that type of deep shit that scares me to death every time I look in that blade, and find myself in prayer often that I can come anywhere close to what Ryhalt was thinking when he granted me this Sword and all that came with it. It ain't the sword that makes you a better bearer. It's you that honors the Sword you carry.

Written By Esoka

Feb. 13, 2018, 3:45 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

You'd make a more honorable Sword than many I could name.

As a Sword who is not highborn, I'm professionally curious. Will the lounge blade have a fearsome name?

Written By Felix

Feb. 13, 2018, 3:25 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Sparte,

I say we host a contest of puns, the one who starts picks a topic, the others either play to the topic, or the one who gave the pun. If you can't think of a pun, you're out of the game. Winner gets a small Skald figurine. I'll provide the figurine.

Written By Cadenza

Feb. 13, 2018, 3:13 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Ignacio

You are too sweet. Such a delight to talk to...and spar with. We should hang out more for sure. I'll get more bottles of wine.

Written By Donella

Feb. 13, 2018, 3:11 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

The mood in this city has definitely turned of late.

Or perhaps it was like this, and coping with the new constant assault on my senses has allowed me to see it for the first time. It could also be bad eggs, too. That's a thing, isn't it?

There are all the usual frivolities, and balls, and weddings... but under it all, the breaking down of the order of things as it has been, and a renewed hostility that accompanies it as newly broken edges grind rough against eachother. Some edges have always been rough, though, and they are no less grating as we wait.

Patience. People are dangerous when they are frightened, and there is plenty of cause for fear. Yet also reason to hope. Limerance assist me in remembering my duties to others, that no one is forgot.

Written By Alexis

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:56 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

I'd like to point out that you don't have to be a noble to become a House Sword.

But you do need to get appointed by one.

Written By Magpie

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:43 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Luca! .. Luca.. I had a lot of that cinnamon nonsense and I'm still feeling it. However, the bottles in question will be for sale at my shop. Soon.

I also can't taste anything today. I think I broke my tongue.

And I don'

Holy fuck someone challenged me to a duel! ALEKSEI!!! I wasn't going to point this out because I thought we were friends but now that is over!
WHO sent Aureth a friendship bracelet? I'll give you a hint. It wasn't YOU.

Written By Luca

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:39 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

Aw ... did Mags give you and HL a friendship thingy too? LUCKY.

Written By Thena

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:37 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

For the love of all the gods...

Written By Luca

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:34 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

No clue what you're on today - maybe that Cinnamon nonsense I heard about from the Murder and Dart night. Send me a bottle.

Written By Aleksei

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:32 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

Aureth is MY best friend!

Written By Magpie

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:31 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

I must correct a grievous error that I made! Aureth is right. Aleksei has very fine abs and he could destroy me in a fight. Mostly I was just picking fun at you, cousin. (I still looove you, we're best friends remember?! <3 )

Where the fuck was I going with this. My point was, shit. I don't remember. Actually, that's a lie. I do remember but people keep asking me to shut up about things because of something that starts with 'polo' and ends with ticks. And politics really are kind of like ticks, aren't they? They latch on, all tiny and unassuming and then suck away your blood, and if you swat them they burst messily.

Yep. Good image, that.

So I guess to be a House Sword you have to be a noble. Therefore, I offer up an alternative.

MAGPIE GRAYHOPE for Sword of Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge!!

I admit, it's a bit of a mouthful, but so is DMoRPA, and I'm making that work.

Written By Itzal

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:27 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Orathy

Uncle, uncle, we musn't strain their attention. One uppity commoner is more than enough for their focus, let us be merciful. They've a war to prepare for, after all.

Written By Juliana

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:26 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Orathy

It is. It was also a choice to respond in kind and accept those consequences.

Written By Norwood

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Aeryn

I would gladly give my life to the children of any of my late Duke's children. Today however, I find myself especially grateful to Lady Aeryn Laurent.

Thank you Lady Aeryn.

Written By Bastien

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

I'm surprised no one has pointed out the obvious. Beyond honor and justice and self-defense, there is this:

If the chosen champion of a house, the Sword of the City-State of Southport, cannot apprehend a Scholar with little to no martial ability without killing him, then he's a rather terrible swordsman.

Or he's lying. Your options are blatant dishonesty or gross incompetence. Enjoy.

Please note that I never met the victim in question, I don't care about him, and I certainly don't care that he's dead.

Written By Sparte

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Perhaps I should challenge someone now. Maybe to a joke telling contest.

Who wants some terrible jokes inflicted on an audience? Maybe Skald will show up and laugh at us.

Written By Aureth

Feb. 13, 2018, 2:15 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

I'll note just for the general interest that the part of the story that my dear cousin Magpie has been publicly accused of leaving out was apparently that Esra's attack of Costas, supposedly in self-defense, apparently took place below decks of Costas's personal ship, after the latter invited the former aboard.

There's nothing that screams self-defense more than inviting a man into a room beneath the deck of your boat and then killing him, right?

And there is the honor of House Malvici for you.

Written By Duarte

Feb. 13, 2018, 1:50 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

As I pursue my new endeavor of fanciful poetry, I submit my first work to the whites.

It is the purest fiction, I assure you:

The north tells tales ancient and old;
Of Dragons! Wonders to behold!;
They fly and flame and misery they sow;
To the cries of shame from men down below.

Oh dragon! With maginificent wings and scales of white;
Beautiful and impressive whenever you take flight;
Your troubling mein fills me with fright;
And causes the rally of many a k(night);
To gather their swords for your primum a-glow;
To sacrifice for the good of the world below.

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Please send donations that I may afford time and publication costs to pursue my literary dreams.

Written By Orathy

Feb. 13, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliana

I reckon I be peekin through your keyhole, but then I be getting stabbed in the eye right bout now! Ain't needing another gold star! That be a choice eh? Not to be stabbed in the eye? Aye, aye?

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