Written By Kael
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:34 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
If you are able to be a flail, I would like to be a mace.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:33 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
A most functional and glorious bloom, to be sure. And I imagine that in motion, you are a spectacularly lethal bouquet.
Written By Aiden
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:31 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
That was quite the night at the Hundred Cities!
Thank you to Sparte and Waldemai in particular for coming out to celebrate Estaban's last night unwed! It was spontaneous and a lot of good fun. There were sea shanties sung and plenty to drink.
Congratulations my friend. May your house grow strong with your marriage.
Thank you to Sparte and Waldemai in particular for coming out to celebrate Estaban's last night unwed! It was spontaneous and a lot of good fun. There were sea shanties sung and plenty to drink.
Congratulations my friend. May your house grow strong with your marriage.
Written By Alis
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:23 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
Personally, if I am going to be a flower or an ornament, I am going to be a dangerous one. A flower with the sharpest thorns. An ornament with SPIKES and a hilt to... oh wait, that's a flail. I am a dangerous flail!
Written By Archeron
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:16 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
That was a very creepy way to put it, Cousin.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:11 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
The women of this city, be they noble or common, be they unmarried or not, are not flowers to decorate some noble's hall or chamber. Look to our warriors, our scholars, our leaders of the faith, our craftspeople, our diplomats, our justice. If one sees the women you are meeting as sweetly scented ornaments, one of which might fulfill a 'need', you will be missing out rather entirely on seeing the gardens, the forests, the continents each and every one of us is capable of being.
Each with the potential for thorns, for worms in the roots, for the richness of the soil that raised us up.
And yes. Occasionally having to deal with rather a lot of bull-droppings to deal with when it comes to fertilization.
Each with the potential for thorns, for worms in the roots, for the richness of the soil that raised us up.
And yes. Occasionally having to deal with rather a lot of bull-droppings to deal with when it comes to fertilization.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 26, 2018, 9:47 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
It is interesting how many unmarried noble women there are in the city at this time. I seem to find one around every corner, almost. I'm not complaining -- they're almost all beautiful and pleasant. It's akin to walking into a field and seeing an abundance of beautiful flowers of every type surrounding you. It's enough to take one's breath away, almost.
Of course, I have to remember that no matter how beautiful or aromatic a flower might be, it has to fit the need -- I was reminded of that last night. Thank you for that.
Of course, I have to remember that no matter how beautiful or aromatic a flower might be, it has to fit the need -- I was reminded of that last night. Thank you for that.
Written By Duarte
Jan. 26, 2018, 3:32 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Would you like to feel as spoiled as the greatest of royalty?
Now - you can!
Seek out Lottie Parkins and her basket, filled with delicious home baked treats.
I sampled her spiced cherry pie. The greatest scholars have yet to invent the proper polysyllabic nomenclature to accurately describe the flavour.
Now - you can!
Seek out Lottie Parkins and her basket, filled with delicious home baked treats.
I sampled her spiced cherry pie. The greatest scholars have yet to invent the proper polysyllabic nomenclature to accurately describe the flavour.
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 26, 2018, 2:52 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Prince Laric lead a crusade to wipe out corruption with the Inquisition.
Princess Cara is constantly buried in research trying to return knowledge, and forewarn the Compact of our enemies and other threats.
Princess Tikva has sung away abyssal forces on multiple occasions.
Princess Lou has taken up the Society of Explorer's-- an organization dedicated to exploring the world we have forgotten.
Princess Sabella has spoken with absolute wisdom and offered diplomatic advice.
Prince Mason is always researching ways to help the Compact, and has worked hard to help the plight of Thralls.
Prince Calarian convinced an entire tribe to join us and fight together with us during the Silent War.
Princess Peregrine brought us those people, and died for us in the forest fighting against the Follies.
Prince Aiden does his best to help the animals of the Compact, and works toward training the Grayson forces that are trained as archers.
Prince Luca has fought in many a battle to protect the Compact.
Princess Lark has offered time and time again personal sacrifice for the Compact.
Princess Reese leads our forces against our enemies.
My entire family, not just one, has done their best to keep the Compact safe. I know not a single member of my family who has not done their part for the Compact. For that is what we are:
We are Graysons, and we have a duty to the Compact, and we do our best to fulfill it.
None Greater Than Grayson!
Princess Cara is constantly buried in research trying to return knowledge, and forewarn the Compact of our enemies and other threats.
Princess Tikva has sung away abyssal forces on multiple occasions.
Princess Lou has taken up the Society of Explorer's-- an organization dedicated to exploring the world we have forgotten.
Princess Sabella has spoken with absolute wisdom and offered diplomatic advice.
Prince Mason is always researching ways to help the Compact, and has worked hard to help the plight of Thralls.
Prince Calarian convinced an entire tribe to join us and fight together with us during the Silent War.
Princess Peregrine brought us those people, and died for us in the forest fighting against the Follies.
Prince Aiden does his best to help the animals of the Compact, and works toward training the Grayson forces that are trained as archers.
Prince Luca has fought in many a battle to protect the Compact.
Princess Lark has offered time and time again personal sacrifice for the Compact.
Princess Reese leads our forces against our enemies.
My entire family, not just one, has done their best to keep the Compact safe. I know not a single member of my family who has not done their part for the Compact. For that is what we are:
We are Graysons, and we have a duty to the Compact, and we do our best to fulfill it.
None Greater Than Grayson!
Written By Aureth
Jan. 26, 2018, 2:34 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Periodically people in this city take it into their heads to post up white journals about how great a guy Abbas Thrax is. Such a nice man. Not even a little empirically horrific.
I have asked Brother Gregory to keep track of this for me so that whenever it happens, he can bring me a copy of the page in question and a fresh bottle of wine. I would use whiskey, but I would probably die.
Every time someone extols his virtues, comments on his heroism, or otherwise discusses his military prowess without reference to his unfortunate habit of murdering innocents and using diseased children as weapons of war, I take a drink. If someone calls him honorable or implies that his actions have never been a hideous offense to the gods, I have to finish the bottle.
It had been awhile, but Gregory remembered the game.
I have asked Brother Gregory to keep track of this for me so that whenever it happens, he can bring me a copy of the page in question and a fresh bottle of wine. I would use whiskey, but I would probably die.
Every time someone extols his virtues, comments on his heroism, or otherwise discusses his military prowess without reference to his unfortunate habit of murdering innocents and using diseased children as weapons of war, I take a drink. If someone calls him honorable or implies that his actions have never been a hideous offense to the gods, I have to finish the bottle.
It had been awhile, but Gregory remembered the game.
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 26, 2018, 2:03 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
This may be long, and if you read it you may judge me more harshly than you have before. I would understand anyone's judgment. This journal will also be as honest as I can make it.
My name is Ainsley Grayson, I am a Prince. I am a Voice. I am the Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard. I am a Disciple of Gloria. I am the Paladin of the Sword.
It is the last title that weighs upon me as I write this journal. As I do not feel I deserve this title. Unfortunately, it is not one that I could give up even if I chose to. Gloria, Vellichor, and Jayus blessed me as the Paladin of the the Triad of Arts and Science. Gloria's strength flowed through me when I faced Tolomar Brand.
It is not my place to question the will of the Gods. So I will not question why they accepted me as their paladin during the Silent War. It is, however, my place to question if I am living up to their expectations.
And I must say that I am not.
I have acted, recently and in the past, with a shameful lack of dignity, grace, and honor. What I write next is not an attempt to excuse my behavior but to explain it. To myself as well as to any who would learn of me in the future and perhaps to my contemporaries.
I have dreamt of Gloria my entire life-- or as much of it as to be my entire life. From the first time I picked up a training sword I have dreamt of her. She trains me until I am exhausted. She is the sternest, most harsh teacher I have ever had. And yet she smiles just as much as she chastises. She laughs as much as she yells. She encourages as much as she pushes. She enjoys the battle with such a fierceness I cannot even explain it.
I have never doubted, for one second, that Gloria was with me when I have picked up a sword. So I have shamed myself with my actions, and her, for not acting in a way that is befitting of her. It is frustration that has lead me to this behavior. To these outbursts. To hot tempered words.
Gloria calls me to fight, but if I am constantly being defeated in the sands... how can I ever live up to what she asks of me? It is not my place to question the Gods, but I do not always have the faith in myself that Gloria has in me. I swear that I try to view each loss as a lesson, as a way to learn something, to better perfect my sword arm.
But when it is loss, after loss, after loss.... And when it is to someone who outshines me in everything that she does. Frustration at myself rides me so hard that I last out. Angry with myself but directed outwards. To the people around me, like a child throwing a tantrum.
I have shamed myself and my Goddess, and it is time to stop acting like a child.
Gloria cares not if I win or lose a spar. All she cares is that I have acted with honor in my fight.
All she cares is that I have fought with all of my heart.
And I shall.
My name is Ainsley Grayson, I am a Prince. I am a Voice. I am the Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard. I am a Disciple of Gloria. I am the Paladin of the Sword.
It is the last title that weighs upon me as I write this journal. As I do not feel I deserve this title. Unfortunately, it is not one that I could give up even if I chose to. Gloria, Vellichor, and Jayus blessed me as the Paladin of the the Triad of Arts and Science. Gloria's strength flowed through me when I faced Tolomar Brand.
It is not my place to question the will of the Gods. So I will not question why they accepted me as their paladin during the Silent War. It is, however, my place to question if I am living up to their expectations.
And I must say that I am not.
I have acted, recently and in the past, with a shameful lack of dignity, grace, and honor. What I write next is not an attempt to excuse my behavior but to explain it. To myself as well as to any who would learn of me in the future and perhaps to my contemporaries.
I have dreamt of Gloria my entire life-- or as much of it as to be my entire life. From the first time I picked up a training sword I have dreamt of her. She trains me until I am exhausted. She is the sternest, most harsh teacher I have ever had. And yet she smiles just as much as she chastises. She laughs as much as she yells. She encourages as much as she pushes. She enjoys the battle with such a fierceness I cannot even explain it.
I have never doubted, for one second, that Gloria was with me when I have picked up a sword. So I have shamed myself with my actions, and her, for not acting in a way that is befitting of her. It is frustration that has lead me to this behavior. To these outbursts. To hot tempered words.
Gloria calls me to fight, but if I am constantly being defeated in the sands... how can I ever live up to what she asks of me? It is not my place to question the Gods, but I do not always have the faith in myself that Gloria has in me. I swear that I try to view each loss as a lesson, as a way to learn something, to better perfect my sword arm.
But when it is loss, after loss, after loss.... And when it is to someone who outshines me in everything that she does. Frustration at myself rides me so hard that I last out. Angry with myself but directed outwards. To the people around me, like a child throwing a tantrum.
I have shamed myself and my Goddess, and it is time to stop acting like a child.
Gloria cares not if I win or lose a spar. All she cares is that I have acted with honor in my fight.
All she cares is that I have fought with all of my heart.
And I shall.
Written By Astraea
Jan. 26, 2018, 1:29 a.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Lagoma's mercy teaches us to forgive and so I have. Many times before, but when it came to the Prince I felt like I owed him an apology. Not for any wrongs that I had done him but for how I might have looked askance or passed judgement on him, in private or otherwise. I'm ashamed that I did even if I never voiced it to anyone, I know in my heart that it was wrong. For this reason I try to stay away from making decisions about people based on what I hear about them, it's our deeds that matter.
He saved the Thrax and, while I'm not a tactician myself I've reviewed the journals and the writings on the War of Silence, the rest of the Compact.
Tonight Tori and I got the chance to have drinks with him and a good friend of mine, Princess Isabeau. She is such a sweet woman but that's a journal all to itself. Either way I'm grateful for getting a chance to hear more about his story, it's a hard one to hear but we've all had hardships. Despite all this he accepted my invitation to trade hot steel and the outcome of the match isn't as important as what I gleaned in the heat of battle.
Strength. Perseverance. Dedication.
Maybe I'm a fool but I think were these qualities used in the pursuit of a virtuous life he might be considered a hero someday.
He saved the Thrax and, while I'm not a tactician myself I've reviewed the journals and the writings on the War of Silence, the rest of the Compact.
Tonight Tori and I got the chance to have drinks with him and a good friend of mine, Princess Isabeau. She is such a sweet woman but that's a journal all to itself. Either way I'm grateful for getting a chance to hear more about his story, it's a hard one to hear but we've all had hardships. Despite all this he accepted my invitation to trade hot steel and the outcome of the match isn't as important as what I gleaned in the heat of battle.
Strength. Perseverance. Dedication.
Maybe I'm a fool but I think were these qualities used in the pursuit of a virtuous life he might be considered a hero someday.
Written By Ectorion
Jan. 26, 2018, 12:48 a.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
While at the service to Mangata, I witnessed a man whom rumor would have me believe a monster give as honest and reverent an observance and offering of prayer as any who had come to the shore. It was a strange moment, to realize my own hubris and arrogance, in having thought to know the nature of the man whom I had never met, and who I knew nearly nothing of. I had later a moment to speak with him, a shared drink before he sparred against Astraea.
He is not the man I had expected. Not at all the monster rumor would suggest. He is a man of duty and necessity, and I envy him not at all the path he has walked or the decisions he has had to make.
No, I found him to be a man of duty, with a deep devotion to his house and to the Compact. At the shore, I prayed that like the shifting tide takes away the marks upon the beach, Mangata would allow me to set aside those preconceptions. In doing so, I found a man I would be honored to stand beside in defense of the Compact he seems to deeply care about.
He is not the man I had expected. Not at all the monster rumor would suggest. He is a man of duty and necessity, and I envy him not at all the path he has walked or the decisions he has had to make.
No, I found him to be a man of duty, with a deep devotion to his house and to the Compact. At the shore, I prayed that like the shifting tide takes away the marks upon the beach, Mangata would allow me to set aside those preconceptions. In doing so, I found a man I would be honored to stand beside in defense of the Compact he seems to deeply care about.
Written By Sparte
Jan. 26, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
(To the tune of Blow Ye Winds)
I've heard it said down Southport way
And off in Setarco!
There's lovin' and fightin' to be had
If a-marryin' ye go!
(Chorus)
Blow ye winds in the mornin'
Blow ye winds, Hi-Ho!
Clear away you single gals
He's blown the winds, Hi-Ho
She'll load his gut with cake and pie
And drink up all his rum
And sure she'll make him happier
Before the week is done
The best man's drink is empty now
The drummer lookin' pale
Be careful where you step, me lads
I fear he's missed the pail
The lucky lass is soon to know
The glow of a woman, wed!
The Groom's been eatin' lard and cheese
And can sail a breeze in bed
The lass what fancies this her chance
To be the next to wed
She's scratching at her nethers there
And so's half the single lads
When they get home, rings on at last
A happy pair they'll be
Until the wine and rum is truly gone
Could've stayed at sea
I've heard it said down Southport way
And off in Setarco!
There's lovin' and fightin' to be had
If a-marryin' ye go!
(Chorus)
Blow ye winds in the mornin'
Blow ye winds, Hi-Ho!
Clear away you single gals
He's blown the winds, Hi-Ho
She'll load his gut with cake and pie
And drink up all his rum
And sure she'll make him happier
Before the week is done
The best man's drink is empty now
The drummer lookin' pale
Be careful where you step, me lads
I fear he's missed the pail
The lucky lass is soon to know
The glow of a woman, wed!
The Groom's been eatin' lard and cheese
And can sail a breeze in bed
The lass what fancies this her chance
To be the next to wed
She's scratching at her nethers there
And so's half the single lads
When they get home, rings on at last
A happy pair they'll be
Until the wine and rum is truly gone
Could've stayed at sea
Written By Tila
Jan. 25, 2018, 11:57 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
The twists and warrens of Compact genealogy never fail to fascinate me, especially when it's my own. I've never set foot in the Mourning Isles but, due to my uncle's marriage, Sanna has kin there. Who I've only just had the pleasure of meeting since coming to Arx. Lady Cassima is a merry drinking companion and entirely sweet. And she seems to she'd share my enthusiasm for a good book and quick wit. I think we'll be friends, as well as cousins.
Written By Audric
Jan. 25, 2018, 11:46 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I love the hell out of my piles of money, and plenty of people love me a lot! As long as you're properly charming, greed can basically be a virtue.
Written By Karadoc
Jan. 25, 2018, 11:26 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
An old cautionary fable, from my childhood. One of many.
The Bad Man sees his cousin. She has had quite the profitable year. The west wing was damaged in the summer storms. Could she not take the unexpected funds and repair her manor? No, says she, I will give that which I do not need to Gild. The Faith will give to the smallfolk, the Faith will take my cold coin and turn it into warm food and warm beds, and I will be blessed through their blessing.
The Bad Man sees the Knight of Solace. Her tabard is frayed. Could she not ask the Faith to spare some coin for her sewing? Oh, says she, I could, and there is power in looking splendid! The Faith knows this! But food is scarce in the south and I would not ask for the least bit for myself while the children go hungry.
The Bad Man sits with his legs crossed under him. He pulls out a pouch of coin, a very great pouch of coin. "But what about me?" he asks the heavens. "What about my pleasures? What about my ledgers? Can the smallfolk enjoy my coin half as much as I can? For I enjoy my coin greatly. I could enjoy my coin all the fiercer knowing that my perfume is worth the meals of a half-dozen children. I could anticipate silk hangings around my bed all the more richly by knowing a peasant's home might have been livable for the cost. For the worth of a thing is in its weight. The worth of a thing is in what others lack because I have!"
And so the Bad Man goes, loveless, loveless.
The Bad Man sees his cousin. She has had quite the profitable year. The west wing was damaged in the summer storms. Could she not take the unexpected funds and repair her manor? No, says she, I will give that which I do not need to Gild. The Faith will give to the smallfolk, the Faith will take my cold coin and turn it into warm food and warm beds, and I will be blessed through their blessing.
The Bad Man sees the Knight of Solace. Her tabard is frayed. Could she not ask the Faith to spare some coin for her sewing? Oh, says she, I could, and there is power in looking splendid! The Faith knows this! But food is scarce in the south and I would not ask for the least bit for myself while the children go hungry.
The Bad Man sits with his legs crossed under him. He pulls out a pouch of coin, a very great pouch of coin. "But what about me?" he asks the heavens. "What about my pleasures? What about my ledgers? Can the smallfolk enjoy my coin half as much as I can? For I enjoy my coin greatly. I could enjoy my coin all the fiercer knowing that my perfume is worth the meals of a half-dozen children. I could anticipate silk hangings around my bed all the more richly by knowing a peasant's home might have been livable for the cost. For the worth of a thing is in its weight. The worth of a thing is in what others lack because I have!"
And so the Bad Man goes, loveless, loveless.
Written By Victus
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:54 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
I've had some days now to mull over the fact that you're out of this world. Back on the Wheel, somewhere else. Shit. I seen a thousand people die and I'll see thousands more, but yours really got to me. Ya know? You weren't so bad. You did a shit-load for me, maybe without realizing it too. I called so few people 'friend' in this city. Somehow we both hit it off onto being something that actually liked being around each other.
I miss it a lot. Those nights we spent on the ship. When we holed up and drank whiskey till we were fucking smashed. Talking about all the shit we hated and how much we did, then going on to some of the shit we actually liked. It was fun, ya' know?
Maybe sometime in a few hundred years we'll both come back around to do it all again. If we're lucky. I still got your shell and I'm gonna be keeping it in my back pocket from now on. Little piece of you to blame if I get fucked up somewhere down the line.
You stay safe out there, Freja.
I miss it a lot. Those nights we spent on the ship. When we holed up and drank whiskey till we were fucking smashed. Talking about all the shit we hated and how much we did, then going on to some of the shit we actually liked. It was fun, ya' know?
Maybe sometime in a few hundred years we'll both come back around to do it all again. If we're lucky. I still got your shell and I'm gonna be keeping it in my back pocket from now on. Little piece of you to blame if I get fucked up somewhere down the line.
You stay safe out there, Freja.
Written By Ianna
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
They tell me that spoken words have power, and words set to music particularly so, but they cannot tell me how it works. I wonder... is it the vibrations made by these particular sounds? How did these sounds come into existence? Why do we even have these words at all?
Written By Cigano
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victoria
After arriving in the city, I have had a difficult time of it. Finding a place where people are welcoming to anyone has been something of a mystery until I wandered into the Hart. Something about this places calls to my very core. I don't know if it has a spirit that just is like mine, or if spirit has driven me to it, but I know was to be there. Victoria has been more than welcoming and seems to be interested in helping me find some work.
Next step will be getting the word out that a skilled reader and remedy man has come to town and see if I can work my old trade. Been far to long since I got to grace the houses of nobles and entertained the fairer folks.
Next step will be getting the word out that a skilled reader and remedy man has come to town and see if I can work my old trade. Been far to long since I got to grace the houses of nobles and entertained the fairer folks.
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