Written By Reese
May 7, 2017, 10:24 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
I took Rickard, Zhayla, Joslyn, Prince Nimble and a quarter of the Grayson troops with me.
There I commanded the battle along with Prince Darren and was honored to lead at his side. The tide of the battle was turned and the ramparts were secured. The fighters I brought with me with were impressively good. Then together with the Redrain forces we went to to help the Thrax.
Shadow was quite hurt in the battle and I had to yell at him and get bossy so he would see a healer, but he did and I think he will be alright. He was super brave, too brave for his own good.
Luca was untouchable by the foes like he aways is. Zhayla bravely strode up to the biggest monsters she could find. Rickard was ever at my side, blow after blow hitting true. Joslyn of the Fidante joined us. She doesn't look like a warrior, but that she can sure fight.
Princess Reese
Written By Sudara
May 7, 2017, 9:26 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Written By Sudara
May 7, 2017, 9:24 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Dafne
Written By Sudara
May 7, 2017, 9:22 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
Written By Niamh
May 7, 2017, 6:38 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Prince Edain held the western ramparts! There were some slips, and at times we were pushed hard, but we came through it all. Princess Katarina and Prince Valerion helped guide the ballista with skill and precision. Sir Roland has marked himself as a man I must meet, for he held his own with a beautiful sword in a deadly dance. Fiachra was wounded, but will will live, and like Qaali showed himself to be a fantastic archer, calm under pressure. Never have I been so glad to see Eirlys and Alis as they made their way in with some relief, either.
This morning, though, Arx is a graveyard. Perhaps that is fitting since they say it is the Death's city. The bodies of our soldiers, those of the shavs we fought, have been stacked like cord wood in places and laid in honor at others. We must bury them, or burn them, and move forward with the lives they gave theirs defending.
It is not all bad news. Now that the siege is over we will set out for Sanctum. I will take Muiryn, Aislin, and Joslyn to Downing Glen to tend to the presence there. Then we'll turn to Sanctum, see Alis and Fiachra wed in the eyes of the Pantheon, and come home again. Out of the city, riding with loved ones and friends... it'll be a good rest for the soul before the work begins again.
Thank you to all who fought with us. Thank you to everyone that held their line.
Written By Max
May 7, 2017, 4 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
There are no laments here now. No cries or wails. No moans of the wounded, no panicked cries as people seek to locate their family in the middle of this calamity. There is no hurried, frantic teams of men shifting rubble to find the survivors before they are too far gone to save. There are no shouted orders of medics as they labor to save those on the line between living and death.
There is no sound here at all, save for the occasional shifting of unstable rubble. They are all gone. Men and women who labored with the vain hope of freedom through work and effort. They have been turned to less than nothing by the power unleashed by Brand as he entered the city. A power that nearly killed me, and did claim the majority of my men. They are just gone. If immortality is to be remembered by family, then they have been denied even that small comfort. Their families died with them.
I will speak to my Princess and High Lord in the morning about what comes next.
There can be no more lamentation here.
Written By Aiden
May 7, 2017, 3:11 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Written By Ainsley
May 7, 2017, 3:03 a.m.(6/2/1006 AR)
Brand tried to make me into nothingness.
But Gloria called my name louder than Brand's silence. Gloria guided me back to the right path. Back to myself. To her. To my duty.
And I cut Brand's fucking head off.
Written By Abbas
May 7, 2017, 1:22 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
I am proud of Thrax and its vassals today. They chose /our Ward/ and unleashed their long-held plans. And they were driven into the brink. The men did not break. Walls will shatter, violence will unfold, and the Leviathan and her ships dominate the horizon.
Soon we shall take the dead and burn them upon a great pyre. They are the ones we honor for their sacrifice and glory. For they died proud men useful in battle. One could not ask for a finger death.
Long live our High Lord, Victus. Long may he spread fear and boldness into the belly of the beast.
Written By Jhond
May 7, 2017, 1:01 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
Written By Cicero
May 7, 2017, 12:58 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
It worked, that hopeful scheming,
The world did not end
Written By Cicero
May 7, 2017, 12:56 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
The dead and dying abound.
Victory at cost
Written By Tikva
May 7, 2017, 12:45 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
... ow.
Written By Thena
May 7, 2017, 12:44 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
What now?
Written By Merek
May 7, 2017, 12:43 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Written By Merek
May 7, 2017, 12:42 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Written By Artorius
May 7, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
Yet I emerged without a scratch on my form. Someone must be looking out for me, or I'm incredibly lucky.
Regardless, we lost too many in this fight. Beyond the count of grief. Let not a single soul pass from this world without being given the glory they are due.
Written By Merek
May 7, 2017, 12:08 a.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Written By Artorius
May 6, 2017, 11:50 p.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
We won. Against all odds, we won.
Let our children, and their children's children, hold this day in reverence.
Written By Ann
May 6, 2017, 11:39 p.m.(6/1/1006 AR)
Have we won?
The future stretches out before us and we can but count the cost
Steady, stoic, cleaning blades and filling holes
How much did you pay? How much have you lost?
Where, your children?
The currency we used to pay our debt; your daughter and your son
How much did you pay? How much have you lost?
But, we have won
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