Written By Driskell
May 12, 2017, 2:08 p.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
The sheer amount of lovesick poets and terrible authorships writing rot in journals might point towards an infection of the minds. How can people find the time to be this happy with their heads in the clouds?
I believe it's a disharmony of the humors, probably due to eating something too soon before sleeping and not waking up properly in the morning.
Lady Ariel and Dame Coldrain did a reasonable job at their auction last eve for the former thrall transition village of Dame Coldrain's, although it's been some time since I got out my naval uniform to wear. It also was my lord's birthday, and the Reach was constantly visited by well-wishers which was heartening to see.
I believe it's a disharmony of the humors, probably due to eating something too soon before sleeping and not waking up properly in the morning.
Lady Ariel and Dame Coldrain did a reasonable job at their auction last eve for the former thrall transition village of Dame Coldrain's, although it's been some time since I got out my naval uniform to wear. It also was my lord's birthday, and the Reach was constantly visited by well-wishers which was heartening to see.
Written By Estaban
May 12, 2017, 1:03 p.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
As each day passes I know I choose true when I picked to become a Iron Guard, I fought along side of my fellow Iron Guards men Sparte, Merek, Calaudrin and Lord Commander Silas. All four fought with strength and courage and in turn when I fell after helping Prince Aiden it was they who saw me to safety and healed. I thank them and in return I hope some day I may repay them back for such.
Written By Estaban
May 12, 2017, 11:53 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcelia
I know a lot has changed between us and I know I was hard on you at first dear sister, but I can not say how proud I am of you. You have become the voice of our house and so much more. I look forward to seeing what other great things you accomplish as you grow.
Written By Estaban
May 12, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
Ever since the battle on the ramparts and the helping of Prince Aiden it is as if now people I only knew in passing know who I am and thank me for saving him. It seems this is something that I am going to have to get use too, it feels very odd for me to have princes and Princesses thanking me for something that came as quick as a instinct, we fault well together on the wall back to back shooting our bows taking the Shav out as they came over the wall. I was not going to abandon him to fate, no I could not allow the young prince to meet his last day like that.
Written By Aiden
May 12, 2017, 10:36 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
We've been through so much together. He means a lot to me.
Written By Torian
May 12, 2017, 7:05 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
More Orphans now than ever. All over the place little blighters. Going to have to get some system going here to help them be productive. Time to start passing on the trade.
-Culler
-Culler
Written By Torian
May 12, 2017, 7:04 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ysbail
Met a Shaman. Learned some things about some religion outside of how the Cullers brought me up. Was interesting. Least I could do for one helping so many.
Written By Malesh
May 12, 2017, 7 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
Journal,
Arrived in Arx following siege. Have been busy at a constant pace. Much is to be done to re-establish proper peace-time trade routes and arrangements. Have joined the Black Mountain company to help facilitate expediting the process.
-M.M.S.
Arrived in Arx following siege. Have been busy at a constant pace. Much is to be done to re-establish proper peace-time trade routes and arrangements. Have joined the Black Mountain company to help facilitate expediting the process.
-M.M.S.
Written By Malesh
May 12, 2017, 6:57 a.m.(6/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
Journal,
Have met prospective wife in person. She is everything letters suggested she would be and more. Gifts have been exchanged and the negotiations begun. She will make a smart match for myself, and for the March. May our fortune continue to be good.
-M.M.S.
Have met prospective wife in person. She is everything letters suggested she would be and more. Gifts have been exchanged and the negotiations begun. She will make a smart match for myself, and for the March. May our fortune continue to be good.
-M.M.S.
Written By Merek
May 12, 2017, 4:26 a.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Why is everyone trying to be a poet in their White Journals? I'm not against it, I love art, but it seems like half the city does it. Or perhaps I'm just thinking on it too much. I need some coffee.
Written By Merek
May 12, 2017, 4:24 a.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Note to self. Find some land to purchase. Very expensive endeavor, near impossible for a commoner not a Knight. But I don't want to lease, I just want my own little place to build a cottage. I'd go for an estate, but I don't need that much room. Something made of metal and stone perhaps! I don't know.
Written By Merek
May 12, 2017, 4:20 a.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
I handed off the case of the Merchant to others. So for now I work no investigations, since it is not really the Iron Guard's place. I think that I'll focus my work on assisting in rebuilding efforts for now. After all this, I'm really hoping that I can just settle and run my shop, perhaps look into getting married, or something else otherwise mundane.
Written By Branan
May 12, 2017, 3:04 a.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
So many new authors.
So much smut.
Well. At least it's interesting reading. A new author has asked me to sell their works for them, with the agreement that most of the money, like all books sold in my shop, goes to the scholars.
I found A. Pearldiddlers 'Taking Tea and A, a Grayson Grind For All' to be... awkwardly entertaining. Next up is 'Eating Clam, a ravenous Redrain romance'.
And at least it stars no real people and no one is mocked.
So much smut.
Well. At least it's interesting reading. A new author has asked me to sell their works for them, with the agreement that most of the money, like all books sold in my shop, goes to the scholars.
I found A. Pearldiddlers 'Taking Tea and A, a Grayson Grind For All' to be... awkwardly entertaining. Next up is 'Eating Clam, a ravenous Redrain romance'.
And at least it stars no real people and no one is mocked.
Written By Waldemai
May 11, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Went to a meeting about horse racing, since there's always a good chance to get a bet down when horses are around. There was only Princess Ophelia and the King's stablemaster, Tristan, there, but they had a good talk about different kinds of races and it sounds like they might be starting something. I did let slip about the time I was drunk and fell off an ox, though, but they didn't seem to hold it against me.
Written By Kima
May 11, 2017, 11:24 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
No small few of the soldiers I fought alongside were hardened by the Tor-Southport war, and were again tempered by engagements such as Giant's Fall and when Tolamar Brand first tested the Seawatch Gate. They exacted a dreadful toll. The enemy was speared and hammered. They were thrown from the ramparts or pulled under by their own. Soon, the ground around us was heaped with the dead, to the point were many were trampled for want of proper footing. I saw many stumble or find themselves thrust into our spears and swords.
Given my location, I was not among those who first glimpsed the behemoths. I have heard it said by others that they moved at a ghoulish pace to begin - leading some to wonder if we might face another obscenity like that at Giant's Fall. Their height was, obviously, the thing to be immediately discerned, as they towered over the rest of the enemy, who were at least once human.
As they lurched closer, our archers found their range. They pelted the dread creatures with arrows. Some claimed for a moment they dared hope...
But the formorian advanced as though unscathed, until they towered before us.
Lagos was the first to be struck down, as he had stood at our fore, banner held high to hearten the rest. A giant ploughed into our midst, swinging its warhammer. The shields that had so protected us against enemy arrows were cracked and splintered. The arms bearing them were shattered. Heads were pulped. Whole bodies cartwheeled into the ranks behind us. Men were crumpled like foil.
Tarasios, his gilded armor sheathed in blood and gore, rushed forward, ramming his spear into the gut of the monster, only to be beaten to the earth by its great hammer. But we famed soldiers did not falter. We threw ourselves at the giant, and a battle was fought unlike any since the days of the Reckoning. Fearless, skilled, armed with the finest Southportian steel, we stemmed its lumbering rush.
But for heartbeats only.
Many and more perished. They were thrown shattered, little more than broken bones and ground meat wrapped in the skin of men.
All came rushing to the gate. But the giants swatted them dead. Men and women vanished beneath their hammer strokes. It was like witnessing the slaughter of children.
That's all I care to write for now.
Given my location, I was not among those who first glimpsed the behemoths. I have heard it said by others that they moved at a ghoulish pace to begin - leading some to wonder if we might face another obscenity like that at Giant's Fall. Their height was, obviously, the thing to be immediately discerned, as they towered over the rest of the enemy, who were at least once human.
As they lurched closer, our archers found their range. They pelted the dread creatures with arrows. Some claimed for a moment they dared hope...
But the formorian advanced as though unscathed, until they towered before us.
Lagos was the first to be struck down, as he had stood at our fore, banner held high to hearten the rest. A giant ploughed into our midst, swinging its warhammer. The shields that had so protected us against enemy arrows were cracked and splintered. The arms bearing them were shattered. Heads were pulped. Whole bodies cartwheeled into the ranks behind us. Men were crumpled like foil.
Tarasios, his gilded armor sheathed in blood and gore, rushed forward, ramming his spear into the gut of the monster, only to be beaten to the earth by its great hammer. But we famed soldiers did not falter. We threw ourselves at the giant, and a battle was fought unlike any since the days of the Reckoning. Fearless, skilled, armed with the finest Southportian steel, we stemmed its lumbering rush.
But for heartbeats only.
Many and more perished. They were thrown shattered, little more than broken bones and ground meat wrapped in the skin of men.
All came rushing to the gate. But the giants swatted them dead. Men and women vanished beneath their hammer strokes. It was like witnessing the slaughter of children.
That's all I care to write for now.
Written By Fergus
May 11, 2017, 10:38 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
The more I think, the more I wonder if the times you live in are what define you or if you allow yourself to be defined by them.
If you were made for this, or if you happen to be the right person at that exact time.
I don't know. There is a sense of being needed for what you do, even if what you do isn't very nice. Does that make what you are any better, fully aware of what you're needed for? Even if the cause is just? Does that make it alright?
I wanted to hang the sword up, never have to look at it again. Try as I might, I don't know it's possible to just ignore it. Or forget.
At times, it just feels like it's coming around again. What's old is new again. Past dictates the future.
Could be there's no real choice, that there never was. Think that keeps me awake more nights than most.
If you were made for this, or if you happen to be the right person at that exact time.
I don't know. There is a sense of being needed for what you do, even if what you do isn't very nice. Does that make what you are any better, fully aware of what you're needed for? Even if the cause is just? Does that make it alright?
I wanted to hang the sword up, never have to look at it again. Try as I might, I don't know it's possible to just ignore it. Or forget.
At times, it just feels like it's coming around again. What's old is new again. Past dictates the future.
Could be there's no real choice, that there never was. Think that keeps me awake more nights than most.
Written By Angelo
May 11, 2017, 10:29 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
She understands me in a way that leaves me to wonder if she has tread a similar path on the way to actualization: the achievement of one's full potential through independence, empathy, and a grasp of the world.
Written By Merek
May 11, 2017, 10:27 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
I am thinking about handing off my case to Silas. People know and respect the Lord Commander, and if anyone can figure out what is happening, it is him. I'm quite frankly making no progress. And this week has been full of people asking so much. I am just trying to do my job with honor. I got more responsibility and a promotion. One that means more work. I think I'm going to take some time for myself. Disappearances, weird cases, none of this is really the Iron Guard's duty to investigate, but it seems I find myself doing most of the investigative work. Don't mistake it for complaining, but I could do with the proper people handling their side of each thing.
Written By Merek
May 11, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
The Iron Guard is not trying to keep people from celebrating or mourning. The Merchant incident was because he was accused of selling stolen and possibly grave robbed goods. All that said, it was taken in so that an on-going investigation could be carried out, which will be handed off properly to the Courts after finding any information about it. I felt I should write it here for any that were wondering about the situation, and there were multiple people who examined the wares on site in addition.
Written By Asher
May 11, 2017, 9:36 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Well, I got pickpocketed by a friend today. Hadn't seen her in a while. Not like it was anything expensive though... Just a good luck charm. I shouldn't worry about it, I don't think anything bad could come of losing it.
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