Written By Leona
Jan. 2, 2018, 10:38 a.m.(11/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
In running the Gauntlet and our conversation I am reminded of something my mentor said to me repeatedly.
"What good is sharpening the sword if the hand that wields it is weak? And what good is training the hand if the mind that directs it is cloudy? And what good is training the mind if the heart that moves it is cowardly? So take courage and be strong, and all else that follows will be trained in good time, for good purpose."
I enjoy my conversations with Lord Corban greatly, even though I am also constantly reminded of my own training. It's not so much that I see myself in Lord Corban, but that I hear my mentor when I talk to him. The grief never really goes away. It just gets more familiar, like that piece of armor we pull on without noticing because it fits so well and has for so many years. We learn to bear the weight of it, but by every God of the Pantheon some days the loss of Dayne cuts me like a knife.
"What good is sharpening the sword if the hand that wields it is weak? And what good is training the hand if the mind that directs it is cloudy? And what good is training the mind if the heart that moves it is cowardly? So take courage and be strong, and all else that follows will be trained in good time, for good purpose."
I enjoy my conversations with Lord Corban greatly, even though I am also constantly reminded of my own training. It's not so much that I see myself in Lord Corban, but that I hear my mentor when I talk to him. The grief never really goes away. It just gets more familiar, like that piece of armor we pull on without noticing because it fits so well and has for so many years. We learn to bear the weight of it, but by every God of the Pantheon some days the loss of Dayne cuts me like a knife.
Written By Preston
Jan. 2, 2018, 6:21 a.m.(11/19/1007 AR)
Time. It seemed like we were just about to manage things, just about to get on top. And then the enemy comes before we are ready. So now we must rush to get done what we can, to try and finish our tasks. And in the meantime, gather out troops. But that again takes time. How long for the levies to gather in their parishes? How long for the parishes to gather at the marshaling points? How long then to march? And then from Arx, we will need to split our forces further to cover all the routes of attack.
Perhaps there is time yet to finish this task, to restore some part of our tradition. In the meantime, I suppose it is time to prove to the Grandmaster that his faith was not misplaced in me as his former squire.
Perhaps there is time yet to finish this task, to restore some part of our tradition. In the meantime, I suppose it is time to prove to the Grandmaster that his faith was not misplaced in me as his former squire.
Written By Halsim
Jan. 2, 2018, 6:06 a.m.(11/19/1007 AR)
War has come to the Compact?
The Compact has been in various states of war for the entirety of it's existence. Abandoned raiders don't care if you've declared victory over their strongholds.
It's more accurate to say the war has switched theatres again.
The Compact has been in various states of war for the entirety of it's existence. Abandoned raiders don't care if you've declared victory over their strongholds.
It's more accurate to say the war has switched theatres again.
Written By Aerandir
Jan. 2, 2018, 5:15 a.m.(11/19/1007 AR)
I see a world across the stars,
On the bright shoals of the sea,
A house, sagging with age.
Within, a picture frame, covered in dust
Yellowed and warped by long years.
Of two young lovers,
Divided by death, united by time.
On the bright shoals of the sea,
A house, sagging with age.
Within, a picture frame, covered in dust
Yellowed and warped by long years.
Of two young lovers,
Divided by death, united by time.
Written By Atherton
Jan. 2, 2018, 3:04 a.m.(11/19/1007 AR)
A long talk with a Templar. She told me there is no personal power of the gods here. I'm not so sure. Working on manners. Progress. Search for smith continues.
Written By Audric
Jan. 2, 2018, 3:01 a.m.(11/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I wouldn't be too hard on the man, Archduchess. After all, maybe he was hearing someone of a mind with me, and you know firsthand how if I get the slightest bit bored of a conversational topic, no matter how terribly serious the matter is, I am entirely willing and fantastically capable of slowly turning the entire conversation into the setup for several lewd jokes. I'm a terrible example of nobility, really. All joke and no seriousness ever.
Written By Agnarr
Jan. 2, 2018, 1:46 a.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Nierzen
Salon's for fancier folk to relax and piss away some time, not to plan a war.
Written By Caspian
Jan. 2, 2018, 1:37 a.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
I am a man seeking many things. Seeking love, seeking purpose, seeking wealth, seeking glory. Right now though, most of all, I am seeking a patron to help me get the equipment I need and someone who knows how to put my skills to use in the defense of The Mourning Isles. My lack of knowledge of the nobility and people of note of this city hurt me in both regards. But, my social circle slowly grows, I suppose it is a matter of time before I find all I am looking for.
Written By Samael
Jan. 2, 2018, 1:32 a.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
I have completed a week volunteering at the Shrine of the Thirteenth with the Silent Reflections. It was a very informative sojourn. I couldn't read any of them. Not a one was open to me. It must be so isolating, their lot. So, no, it was not informative in a human study way. It was a philosophical journey. It really makes you think about the responsibility of the Scholars. What a sacred commitment. This isn't an oath to take lightly. Then again, no oath should be.
Written By Caelis
Jan. 2, 2018, 1:32 a.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
There was true ice in my veins tonight. A coward try to take family from me. His agents are dead or detained as is he. No one is taking more family from me. Not another aunt, uncle, cousin, brother, or sister. My blade is ever ready, so are the others. All who were wounded should live. I cannot say the same for the traitors who interrupted dinner. They deserve a traitor's death.
Neither by chance, nor by fate.
Neither by chance, nor by fate.
Written By Eleyna
Jan. 2, 2018, 1:05 a.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Nierzen
Have you ever once considered that there is a reason that you aren't privy to the discussions of plans and the potential philosophical musings that result? Have you considered seeking out the people that are having those conversations and offering a few constructive opinions rather than sitting about, eavesdropping and hoping that you get invited to the big kids' table?
No, I imagine not. It's so much easier to simply snark from the sidelines than offer anything worthwhile. I'm sure your clever commentary will go far to defeating the 'pirate king' and making better then plight of both nobles and commoners alike.
No, I imagine not. It's so much easier to simply snark from the sidelines than offer anything worthwhile. I'm sure your clever commentary will go far to defeating the 'pirate king' and making better then plight of both nobles and commoners alike.
Written By Merek
Jan. 2, 2018, 12:37 a.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
I met a new Disciple, and I think that she is quite intelligent about the Faith from what I can tell. I might come to the shrines more to meet interesting people while doing my prayers.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 1, 2018, 11:04 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
The sand is bone, shell, and rust!
I lay in the cradle of this expanse,
humming a dirge for each mortal
wave--arriving like hoofbeats and
thunder to depart with laconic airs.
She sings, she sings,
and the world sleeps.
(A tiny note is scrawled in the corner of this poem, reading "Note to self: Thank lady Carita for the inspiration.")
I lay in the cradle of this expanse,
humming a dirge for each mortal
wave--arriving like hoofbeats and
thunder to depart with laconic airs.
She sings, she sings,
and the world sleeps.
(A tiny note is scrawled in the corner of this poem, reading "Note to self: Thank lady Carita for the inspiration.")
Written By Carita
Jan. 1, 2018, 10:15 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
My strength is fading fast
(Said the war-lord to his men.)
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again,
But while yet a drop remains
Of the life-blood in my veins
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed,
Put the crown upon my head,
Put my good sword in my hand,
And so lead me to the strand,
Where my ship at anchor rides
Steadily;
If I cannot end my life
In the crimsoned battle-strife
Let me die as I have lived,
On the sea.
(Said the war-lord to his men.)
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again,
But while yet a drop remains
Of the life-blood in my veins
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed,
Put the crown upon my head,
Put my good sword in my hand,
And so lead me to the strand,
Where my ship at anchor rides
Steadily;
If I cannot end my life
In the crimsoned battle-strife
Let me die as I have lived,
On the sea.
Written By Alarissa
Jan. 1, 2018, 7:55 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
We'll probably give you a barony, put you to work and tell you to work harder.
Written By Corban
Jan. 1, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
It appears that others have spoken very well of me this past fortnight. I believe I well know who was responsible for organizing that spontaneous outburst of appreciation, and she is far-too-kind to me.
But truly, I am absolutely flattered to know I have so many friends who think so highly of me. I hold each of you in my esteem, and pledge to my continued support, as much as I can provide it. A knight serves, and I am pleased to have so many for whom my past dedication of time and effort was of benefit.
But truly, I am absolutely flattered to know I have so many friends who think so highly of me. I hold each of you in my esteem, and pledge to my continued support, as much as I can provide it. A knight serves, and I am pleased to have so many for whom my past dedication of time and effort was of benefit.
Written By Sparte
Jan. 1, 2018, 5 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
I made up my mind and did it. I can't sail, I can barely fish. I don't get sea sick, but I've never heard the call of the ocean. I don't even like rum.
I am not regretting the choice, but I'm nervous. If I survive the coming dangers, what will they make of me once they get to know me?
I am not regretting the choice, but I'm nervous. If I survive the coming dangers, what will they make of me once they get to know me?
Written By Lou
Jan. 1, 2018, 4:44 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Willen shows up at Grayson Manor today, wanting to know what he should be working on. Apparently, Aislin had told him to come find me if something ever happened to her. I'm glad for his company, even if it is mostly companionable silence as we work together in the Society Archives, making certain things are kept neat and organized.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 1, 2018, 2:38 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
I think I need to visit the market and purchase a book that I can write in. I doubt I'm the only one who, as a child, started a list of Things I Want To Do When I Grow Up. Even as we supposedly grow up, that list likely continues to grow, if perhaps change a little. I feel like there are a hundred things I must have collected on that list, some of which I have trouble always remembering. A book, though, would help me collect all those thoughts, whims, and things. Is it childish to want to write or etch something as simple as, "Gwenna's Things," on the cover of it? Maybe I should think of something more inspired.
Written By Carita
Jan. 1, 2018, 1:06 p.m.(11/17/1007 AR)
The waters and the wilds have
always remembered, and in them
you will always be home.
Become what your blood demands,
pick up the crown not made of gold
and stand ready to take the throne.
always remembered, and in them
you will always be home.
Become what your blood demands,
pick up the crown not made of gold
and stand ready to take the throne.
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