Written By Dagon
April 25, 2017, 5:20 a.m.(5/4/1006 AR)
Thrice damned be that bastard magician who thought to subvert my will. Clearly these things are stranger than fiction but....I still cannot believe what has taken place. I hope nothing comes of it and the infernal beast bleeds out somewhere, cold and alone. It's not enough though, to drive the evil back to his lair. One must find the beast and kill it while it is weak...may the Gods give me strength.
Written By Dagon
April 23, 2017, 11:54 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)
If one year ago you might have told me that I was going to be a father.
I might have laughed it off as fanciful thinking and romanticism.
I will not deny that I am a man of passions, but none incites me as her.
Margot, my love. My wife. My joy, and soon the mother of my child.
Most fathers might wish for a son, but I wish only for happiness.
I might have laughed it off as fanciful thinking and romanticism.
I will not deny that I am a man of passions, but none incites me as her.
Margot, my love. My wife. My joy, and soon the mother of my child.
Most fathers might wish for a son, but I wish only for happiness.
Written By Dagon
March 19, 2017, 2:45 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
From the forward camp, winter,
Lord Grimhall is a traditionalist in every way I am not. He is a Thraxian, without doubt, and I suspect with little compromise; why should the sea compromise with the land, when it can just as easily rage against it?
But I want him to know, and Margot too perhaps, that should I die, it will not be from a predisposition to heroics or glory or even chivalry.
Should I die, it will be from a selfish thirst for recompense for the last fifteen years, and a distrust of those who say they will seek it for me. But, we are only as good of men as we pretend to be.
Would I were a better actor.
Lord Grimhall is a traditionalist in every way I am not. He is a Thraxian, without doubt, and I suspect with little compromise; why should the sea compromise with the land, when it can just as easily rage against it?
But I want him to know, and Margot too perhaps, that should I die, it will not be from a predisposition to heroics or glory or even chivalry.
Should I die, it will be from a selfish thirst for recompense for the last fifteen years, and a distrust of those who say they will seek it for me. But, we are only as good of men as we pretend to be.
Would I were a better actor.
Written By Dagon
March 15, 2017, 1:25 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
I am a simple man. Put an enemy in front of me and I will cut them down. Put the innocent behind me and I will protect them. But what can simple men do against the forces arrayed against us? Forces whose names they have told me not to speak. Forces that a sword cannot touch, that a fire cannot harm, and that an army cannot diminish. Forces that can erase your very existence from the face of the world.
Soon, we go out to meet these forces. Soon, I may die against these forces. But that thought doesn't scare me. I would gladly give my life, if it meant success: if it meant the death of the Triarch, and of the face that haunts me in the Mirror.
What terrifies me is that I might die, and that it will be for nothing. That these armies will trample over my corpse and go on to slaughter those that I love. I won't let that happen. I can't let fear sway me.
Gods, if you are listening... if you ever listen, like they say you do... we could use a miracle.
Soon, we go out to meet these forces. Soon, I may die against these forces. But that thought doesn't scare me. I would gladly give my life, if it meant success: if it meant the death of the Triarch, and of the face that haunts me in the Mirror.
What terrifies me is that I might die, and that it will be for nothing. That these armies will trample over my corpse and go on to slaughter those that I love. I won't let that happen. I can't let fear sway me.
Gods, if you are listening... if you ever listen, like they say you do... we could use a miracle.
Written By Dagon
March 1, 2017, 12:12 p.m.(1/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
I don't like where we left things. I stole away like a thief in the middle of the night, and within weeks, was nearly killed and then married. I love her. I really do, and I know of anyone you can understand that. But my damnable honor... Maybe it would be better, if I just besmirched you and walked away. But I won't. I can't do that.
We should talk, so that I can explain. Or, at least, try to salvage my honor. I still wear that compass. I just want you to know that it wasn't a game to me. I don't even know if you consider it that way. Perhaps I'm only speaking to my own guilt.
I don't know.
We should talk, so that I can explain. Or, at least, try to salvage my honor. I still wear that compass. I just want you to know that it wasn't a game to me. I don't even know if you consider it that way. Perhaps I'm only speaking to my own guilt.
I don't know.
Written By Dagon
March 1, 2017, 1:02 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)
I am a collection of wounds. My shoulder still aches from dislocation. My side aches from a knife. My wrist is sprained from a man's platemail. My soul is weary from the dying screams of the young and pure. But, we're on our way. Homeward bound. I am a conglomeration of aches, but most of all I ache for my bed, and for Margot. A hundred and twenty refugees are safe and sound in Bastion because of Serafine, Reese, and Tristram. I can sleep easier knowing that, at least. Knowing that we helped.
But over twenty men shed their blood in that meadow. I'm trying to remember each of their faces. I made it a point to see each and every body.
...but even as I fall asleep, the faces of the dead seep from my mind. They're replaced by my own. And it frightens me more than the dead, or the Bringers.
But over twenty men shed their blood in that meadow. I'm trying to remember each of their faces. I made it a point to see each and every body.
...but even as I fall asleep, the faces of the dead seep from my mind. They're replaced by my own. And it frightens me more than the dead, or the Bringers.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
People look at our union strangely. Why would the son of Elton Thrax, murdered by the Tyde, marry their last scion?
If they only knew what we know. I will love you, and protect you, until my last breath. Not because it is what my father would have wanted.
But because it is what I want.
If they only knew what we know. I will love you, and protect you, until my last breath. Not because it is what my father would have wanted.
But because it is what I want.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
I have been a poor excuse of a Knight. To actually entertain the idea of using people -- innocents! -- to satiate my own selfish pride. It only confirms those words that Victus spoke, before he put a blade through me.
I am not fit to lead Maelstrom.
A true Knight of Mangata would not entertain the idea of war to appease his ego. A true Knight would have never lost in the first place. I was that person once. I can be that person again. Victus has given me the means of my own salvation. I am l the Sword of Maelstrom, and I will serve my countrymen as a true defender once more.
No more ego.
No more pride.
No more of my Dark Reflection.
I am not fit to lead Maelstrom.
A true Knight of Mangata would not entertain the idea of war to appease his ego. A true Knight would have never lost in the first place. I was that person once. I can be that person again. Victus has given me the means of my own salvation. I am l the Sword of Maelstrom, and I will serve my countrymen as a true defender once more.
No more ego.
No more pride.
No more of my Dark Reflection.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 22, 2017, 12:30 p.m.(12/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
Rivers move forward, and so must we. I will find something else, just as you did. You helped me more than you know, Zhayla, little Salt Shav with the big sword.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 14, 2017, 11:27 a.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
Rest easily, Duchess. We enjoyed many pleasant conversations and I will always be grateful for those moments. You were a friend, and I will miss you.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 8, 2017, 4:45 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)
The Dominus has accepted my request to join the ranks of the Faithful. I am now a Disciple of Mangata. If someone had asked me a few months ago if I would have expected to be walking down this road, I wouldn't have guessed it.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:38 a.m.(11/9/1005 AR)
Despite all that has happened, I think it important that we remain faithful to the Pantheon and still support the work that the Faith does.
Written By Dagon
Feb. 3, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(11/3/1005 AR)
The soul yearns for honor, and the flesh the hereafter.
Life is a riddle, in which we bear rapture and sorrow. A riddle in which we are meant to listen, to suffer, and to entrust unto tomorrow.
It can all be boiled down into a single moment. A single fleeting moment in which we live, die and know. That single fleeting moment when everything is made manifest. Until then we seek answers.
Life is a riddle, in which we bear rapture and sorrow. A riddle in which we are meant to listen, to suffer, and to entrust unto tomorrow.
It can all be boiled down into a single moment. A single fleeting moment in which we live, die and know. That single fleeting moment when everything is made manifest. Until then we seek answers.
Written By Dagon
Jan. 25, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(10/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
I ran into her at Aurum Texts and she was pleasant company.
It seems that every Valardin I've had the pleasure to meet has been rather pleasant company. It gives me hope that Thrax and Valardin can forge a friendship for the future, to help one another stand against what comes and to help the Compact stand against it as well.
It seems that every Valardin I've had the pleasure to meet has been rather pleasant company. It gives me hope that Thrax and Valardin can forge a friendship for the future, to help one another stand against what comes and to help the Compact stand against it as well.
Written By Dagon
Jan. 23, 2017, 12:04 p.m.(9/26/1005 AR)
I find myself rather curious about this "Southport Style" of dueling and look forward to witnessing this duel, if at all possible. Sadly it seems that time is something in rare supply these days.
Written By Dagon
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:40 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
My cousin has accomplished much so far. I am proud of her, and wish for far more successes to come her way in the future. She is a talented fighter that others can look to as an inspiration.
Written By Dagon
Jan. 12, 2017, 1:33 a.m.(8/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nekarris
The Countess sacrificed herself for the Compact. I did not know her very well, but I once shared some rum with her when we were going to meet with the Nox'alfar for the first time.
When it comes time to lift my sword and strike at an enemy, I will say her name and kill one of the bastards that threaten this compact in her honor.
Rest well Countess.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
When it comes time to lift my sword and strike at an enemy, I will say her name and kill one of the bastards that threaten this compact in her honor.
Rest well Countess.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
Written By Dagon
Dec. 22, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(6/16/1005 AR)
I am about to go to the Shrine of Mangata.
I know not how many days I will remain here in quiet contemplation, but I know that water will be my sustenance. There is much for me to think about and recent news gives me pause. It is my every hope that the Goddess who gives us Islanders life with the bounties of her waters and the winds that she provides for our vessels to sail freely will give me some sort of sign as to what I may do.
I know not how many days I will remain here in quiet contemplation, but I know that water will be my sustenance. There is much for me to think about and recent news gives me pause. It is my every hope that the Goddess who gives us Islanders life with the bounties of her waters and the winds that she provides for our vessels to sail freely will give me some sort of sign as to what I may do.
Written By Dagon
Dec. 21, 2016, 10:06 p.m.(6/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
Felix's craftsmanship is second to none. He fashioned me a blade that I look forward to using in battle. The simple touches he put into his work are highly appreciated and he is a credit to his profession.
Written By Dagon
Dec. 21, 2016, 2:19 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
If anyone misunderstands my words, perhaps they should come and talk to me before getting on top of their high horse and acting with any sort of false indignation in order to better their own personal standing.
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