Written By Bliss
Nov. 10, 2017, 9:18 a.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
Lady Joslyn. It is still odd to think of her so when I remember her as an awkward commoner in my days before leaving Tor. I'm glad that we've had the chance to get reacquainted in Arx and finding that she's no longer as awkward as she was a decade ago. I've had few patrons in Arx as charming as she has been, nor found the theater as entertaining than when in her company.
Written By Bliss
Nov. 10, 2017, 9:14 a.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
I have had some enjoyable evenings this week, and at least one moment of intense pain. Heady with my recent victories in the North, I have, perhaps, forgotten just how strong an opponent that Agnarr can be. I did well in keeping my distance or shoving his massive blade to the side for a time, but in the end it took only one hit to send me gasping for breath.
Dear, sweet Agnarr, this is not the way I wish my breath stolen.
In related news I have had new armor commissioned. Or at least some leather clothing that might relieve some of the sting if I decide to spar in it.
Dear, sweet Agnarr, this is not the way I wish my breath stolen.
In related news I have had new armor commissioned. Or at least some leather clothing that might relieve some of the sting if I decide to spar in it.
Written By Sameera
Nov. 10, 2017, 9:06 a.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
People seem to mistake me for someone with heroic intents.
Written By Shard
Nov. 10, 2017, 2:09 a.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thesarin
I've said it a few times myself, but listen to what this man says, there.
The Horned One has been casting his shadow over the lands I grew up in since long before I was born. He's been killing and enslaving the people there all that time. Now he's coming south, and he's bringing his armies with him.
Where do they come from? Where do you come from? They all had mothers and fathers before he stole their names and their lives away.
The Horned One has been casting his shadow over the lands I grew up in since long before I was born. He's been killing and enslaving the people there all that time. Now he's coming south, and he's bringing his armies with him.
Where do they come from? Where do you come from? They all had mothers and fathers before he stole their names and their lives away.
Written By Merek
Nov. 10, 2017, 1:32 a.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Not an experience that I would have expected to have. But all the same it came with answers. That said perhaps then I took too much on my own shoulders for that fight. I did have my reasons. I am glad we are successful, and to all that were there, I give my thanks, and respect, and honor them. If Gloria was watching, each person in that battle did their part to honor her.
Written By Thesarin
Nov. 10, 2017, 1:01 a.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
The woods are deeper and fuller than the castle-born have dreams of. The beasts and peoples inside are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and as endless as the rivers. They are there, living full lives and deaths and waging their wars and making their peace, and the Compact see none of it but the furthest edge when they come forward to trade or to raid.
The spreading darkness is a new thing, to you.
The spreading darkness is a new thing, to you.
Written By Alexis
Nov. 9, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
I've described my fighting style as "No, you move" to a few people. It helps set the tone - the valiant Oathlands knight standing before her foe, protecting the innocent, refusing to yield.
It's a little hard to do when you're facing stupidly sized opponents who can pick you up and fling you off into the distance. But at least the tactic still seems to work somewhat, in that, as long as they're flinging me away, they're not hurting anyone else. And I can go many many rounds of being flung.
Merek Black, Dame Esoka Greenblood, Lady Isabetta and Lady Fiora, Count Thesarin and Prince Luca - they all fought exceedingly well today. Did their part in standing between malice and innocence. I'm proud of them.
It's a little hard to do when you're facing stupidly sized opponents who can pick you up and fling you off into the distance. But at least the tactic still seems to work somewhat, in that, as long as they're flinging me away, they're not hurting anyone else. And I can go many many rounds of being flung.
Merek Black, Dame Esoka Greenblood, Lady Isabetta and Lady Fiora, Count Thesarin and Prince Luca - they all fought exceedingly well today. Did their part in standing between malice and innocence. I'm proud of them.
Written By Luca
Nov. 9, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
I wish there was a way to convey in text my disapproving frown at that dodging. Still, you came through it bleeding and alive and with one less nasty in the world, so there's that. Still, feel judged!
Written By Luca
Nov. 9, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Where do these unending supplies of demonic animals, shavs, and other things come from I wonder some days. And then I just accept it and do my part cutting them down when I can be bothered to wake up.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 9, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
I hurt all over... but I think I proved something critically important at that drinking contest. I don't know what that is, but at the time I felt very justified in what I was doing.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 9, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
My shop is very safe!
Written By Silas
Nov. 9, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
A few additional shop fortifications wouldn't hurt, given it's location.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:47 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
I do not live with cockroaches!
I'm highly offended.
I'm highly offended.
Written By Esoka
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:45 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
My head is pounding and I may be hallucinating white journals (Prince Creston's Black Rum is made of squids and pain and should not be consumed).
That said, if I do marry you, I will REFUSE to to be co-ruler of your apartment and shop. Such muddled divisions of responsibility only lead to chaos. Also, I continue to believe that apartment is vulnerable to roaches.
I will happily accept Voice rights over your religious text collection, however, and defend them from torn pages with my life.
That said, if I do marry you, I will REFUSE to to be co-ruler of your apartment and shop. Such muddled divisions of responsibility only lead to chaos. Also, I continue to believe that apartment is vulnerable to roaches.
I will happily accept Voice rights over your religious text collection, however, and defend them from torn pages with my life.
Written By Sameera
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:30 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
*several pages are once more filled with sketches. This time of various weapons. As per usual several are crossed out.*
Written By Sameera
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:23 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
I wonder what it is that someone could what that is not a physical object. I never want for much. I've everything I need. More than I need even.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 9, 2017, 3:52 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
The more white journals I skim the more I realize I hate people.
Written By Edward
Nov. 9, 2017, 3:38 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Efficient troop movements can be a key to a win or a defeat.
Written By Bianca
Nov. 9, 2017, 2:01 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
7/20/1007 AR:
I have spent much time as of late ruminating. It's becoming one of my primary hobbies given the last year in study and there is quite an array of topics to ruminate on.
The topic for today is the stories of life.
"Let the most studious amongst you take sacred vow to forever guard the knowledge of the world, and allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
Many of us know that particular line; it is said to be spoken by Vellichor himself when he appeared to mankind during the darkest days of the Reckoning ("The Canticle of Vellichor"). It's impact is greater for some than others, particularly the first bit in relation to those of us who have chosen our role in service to the Archives, but the latter portion of the sentence I feel is often overlooked.
It is near daily I hear of someone unwilling to write within their White Journal out of fear of ridicule or sense of their own personal trials and thoughts being insignificant in comparison to the events occurring around them. The same can be said for the Blacks out of fear that these inner secrets and thoughts may actually be read by someone though with that the fear is not always of a "someone," but instead a "something." Understandable but tragic nonetheless.
For me, my lack of writing in the Whites was my personal insecurities of insignificance and it has taken me the entirety of a year to come to terms that /no one's/ story is insignificant and /everyone/ at one time or another has felt some level of the same. Tome after tome I saw in little scribbles the tell-tales of insecurity and yet the breadth of the pages told such beautifully intricate tales that wove flawlessly with one journal after another. One great and eternal story that we are all so blessed to be a part of with each spin of the Wheel.
I believe this is one of the most poignant gifts Vellichor has blessed us with. He gave us a way to actively see our role in the world. A way to know that we are part of something so much greater than ourselves. He gave us proof of it in each journal. Every story. Every truth.
To see ourselves within the great tapestry of history holds its own level of comfort. Our insignificance as individuals is a lie. We are (each and every last one of us) an intricate part of the great and secret show we call life. Each one of us influences change and the development of our race and those lives that were lived before us now provide us with insight into not only pinnacle events, but also the deeper and more obtuse emotional mein of man.
Even the greatest paladin felt as we feel now. All of us have fears. All of us have hopes. We are all individuals and yet are united in our emotional sphere.
I hope that my words will someday sing to someone looking for a connection, be it today or a thousand years from now. That it will encourage someone to shake free of the shackles of insecurity and understand that their words have meaning and their experiences have power. They are important. /You/ are important.
In hopes of encouraging further in-depth documentation of the history of our world, I pose to those of the Compact this: Any event you may participate in, any opinion you may have, any personal discovery you may make or hardship you face... write your story and know that your part, your perspective, may shape the direction of our future no matter how miniscule the notation.
For those who lack the capability to write your tales by your own hand, seek out a Scholar of Vellichor to be your pen. Do not be forgotten.
For those who prefer privacy, write in your Blacks... or if you fear your words still may be seen there, seek me for confession. To alleviate any concerns of discretion, I am bound by the same oaths as all of the discipleship of Vellichor. Should I share word of a Black Journal or breath whisper of confession, may my writing hand be severed and my tongue cut out. Do not be afraid to seek me out to confide in no matter the circumstance or story.
I, Bianca, solemnly swear to the Compact as the Archscholar of Vellichor and Magister of the Vellichorian Academy, in receiving confession no judgment shall be passed and no secrets will be broken.
It is my duty to not only protect our history, but to document it as well so that it is remembered throughout the ages and we never again fall to the influences of those who wish to mar our understanding of our history.
...but the above burden does not fall on my shoulders alone. It is up to all of us, no matter caste, political inclination, age or even religious leanings to protect who we are and who we will become.
"... allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
May his words ring true in the hearts of all men.
I have spent much time as of late ruminating. It's becoming one of my primary hobbies given the last year in study and there is quite an array of topics to ruminate on.
The topic for today is the stories of life.
"Let the most studious amongst you take sacred vow to forever guard the knowledge of the world, and allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
Many of us know that particular line; it is said to be spoken by Vellichor himself when he appeared to mankind during the darkest days of the Reckoning ("The Canticle of Vellichor"). It's impact is greater for some than others, particularly the first bit in relation to those of us who have chosen our role in service to the Archives, but the latter portion of the sentence I feel is often overlooked.
It is near daily I hear of someone unwilling to write within their White Journal out of fear of ridicule or sense of their own personal trials and thoughts being insignificant in comparison to the events occurring around them. The same can be said for the Blacks out of fear that these inner secrets and thoughts may actually be read by someone though with that the fear is not always of a "someone," but instead a "something." Understandable but tragic nonetheless.
For me, my lack of writing in the Whites was my personal insecurities of insignificance and it has taken me the entirety of a year to come to terms that /no one's/ story is insignificant and /everyone/ at one time or another has felt some level of the same. Tome after tome I saw in little scribbles the tell-tales of insecurity and yet the breadth of the pages told such beautifully intricate tales that wove flawlessly with one journal after another. One great and eternal story that we are all so blessed to be a part of with each spin of the Wheel.
I believe this is one of the most poignant gifts Vellichor has blessed us with. He gave us a way to actively see our role in the world. A way to know that we are part of something so much greater than ourselves. He gave us proof of it in each journal. Every story. Every truth.
To see ourselves within the great tapestry of history holds its own level of comfort. Our insignificance as individuals is a lie. We are (each and every last one of us) an intricate part of the great and secret show we call life. Each one of us influences change and the development of our race and those lives that were lived before us now provide us with insight into not only pinnacle events, but also the deeper and more obtuse emotional mein of man.
Even the greatest paladin felt as we feel now. All of us have fears. All of us have hopes. We are all individuals and yet are united in our emotional sphere.
I hope that my words will someday sing to someone looking for a connection, be it today or a thousand years from now. That it will encourage someone to shake free of the shackles of insecurity and understand that their words have meaning and their experiences have power. They are important. /You/ are important.
In hopes of encouraging further in-depth documentation of the history of our world, I pose to those of the Compact this: Any event you may participate in, any opinion you may have, any personal discovery you may make or hardship you face... write your story and know that your part, your perspective, may shape the direction of our future no matter how miniscule the notation.
For those who lack the capability to write your tales by your own hand, seek out a Scholar of Vellichor to be your pen. Do not be forgotten.
For those who prefer privacy, write in your Blacks... or if you fear your words still may be seen there, seek me for confession. To alleviate any concerns of discretion, I am bound by the same oaths as all of the discipleship of Vellichor. Should I share word of a Black Journal or breath whisper of confession, may my writing hand be severed and my tongue cut out. Do not be afraid to seek me out to confide in no matter the circumstance or story.
I, Bianca, solemnly swear to the Compact as the Archscholar of Vellichor and Magister of the Vellichorian Academy, in receiving confession no judgment shall be passed and no secrets will be broken.
It is my duty to not only protect our history, but to document it as well so that it is remembered throughout the ages and we never again fall to the influences of those who wish to mar our understanding of our history.
...but the above burden does not fall on my shoulders alone. It is up to all of us, no matter caste, political inclination, age or even religious leanings to protect who we are and who we will become.
"... allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
May his words ring true in the hearts of all men.
Written By Percephon
Nov. 9, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
So true. A small problem gets larger if you ignore it. Smart bit of pro-poop-ganda, there.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.