Written By Esoka
April 16, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Shadow
The Compact-born speak of Prodigals as if we were all the same. One amorphous tribe out in the wildlands. Not thousands of tribes, thousands of tongues that do not speak with each other. It insults me. And yet, when I find another who bent the knee and knows the weight of that, my instinct is to embrace him as a brother. We are nothing alike, yet share much. I pray he is successful in his attempt to fight the darkness that surrounds us. And I wonder how like him I was, when I first bent the knee. Is that wildness still in me? I pray is it, somewhere, even if time has smoothed the edges. For I love the part of me that is like this.
Written By Karadoc
April 16, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Funny how one can share such thoughts with another, but have no common ground otherwise between you. And by funny, I mean ridiculous.
Written By Karadoc
April 16, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Times are troublesome indeed. It is strange... When I have to be a voice of reason. Worse still, when that wisdom is seen as malicious, when it is altruistic. An unusual trait for me... Perhaps I am coming down with something...
I blame the lack of wine.
I blame the lack of wine.
Written By Estaban
April 16, 2017, 11:08 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Endless alone lost at sea
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
The sun has taken its toll
The salt runs in my veins
I've never feared before these
Waters I've grown to hate
Will I live to see tomorrow?
Or will I die in this watery depth?
The sea is calling me
My will to live is stronger than
These tides could ever be
The sea is calling me
Why won't I let these waters
Claim me victory?
I long for the place where the
Winds and the tide tear at the shore
But in the twilights of my dreams
The fire rages on
Endless alone lost at sea
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
The sun has taken its toll
The salt runs in my veins
I've never feared before these
Waters I've grown to hate
Will I live to see tomorrow?
Or will I die in this watery depth?
The sea is calling me
My will to live is stronger than
These tides could ever be
The sea is calling me
Why won't I let these waters
Claim me victory?
I long for the place where the
Winds and the tide tear at the shore
But in the twilights of my dreams
The fire rages on
Endless alone lost at sea
It's a never ending chore to
Keep my head above these waters
I've never feared before
Written By Fortunato
April 16, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Sketches. About a fourth of them scribbled out. Unhelpfully. Blotches on a scrap of mosaic-ed floor. Cracked window, or mirror. Shading ambiguous. Burning huts, soot-stained woman, man, child fleeing, smoke trailing from their battered-singed clothing. A closed door with a shattered latch. Shapeless shadow drifting across still water. A cat clinging to the back of a dog, a rat clinging to the back of the cat, balance, precarious. Faceless man with white flag raised.
Near the bottom. Sun over sudden jut of peak. Bright ramparts hit by literalized, outlined sunlight. Helm left on the wall edge, bright with sunlight, sunlight. A sketched out flame. Wind-tousled leaves. A man with his arm in a sling places stones in a decayed road.
Near the bottom. Sun over sudden jut of peak. Bright ramparts hit by literalized, outlined sunlight. Helm left on the wall edge, bright with sunlight, sunlight. A sketched out flame. Wind-tousled leaves. A man with his arm in a sling places stones in a decayed road.
Written By Blacktongue
April 16, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
My father he shouted, "He needs to be clouted, his teeth on a wreath I'll hand him!"
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side, "You're a brute and you don't understand him!"
So they sent for a witch with a terrible twitch to ask how my future impressed her. She took one look at me and cried, "He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, *HE*! What else could he be but a jester?"
A jester? A jester? A funny idea, a jester. No butcher, no baker, no candlestick maker, and me with the look of a fine undertaker impressed her as a jester? But where was I to learn any comical turn? It was not in a book on a shelf. No teacher to take me, to mold me and make me a merryman, fool or an elf.
But I'm proud to recall that in no time at all, with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side, "You're a brute and you don't understand him!"
So they sent for a witch with a terrible twitch to ask how my future impressed her. She took one look at me and cried, "He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, *HE*! What else could he be but a jester?"
A jester? A jester? A funny idea, a jester. No butcher, no baker, no candlestick maker, and me with the look of a fine undertaker impressed her as a jester? But where was I to learn any comical turn? It was not in a book on a shelf. No teacher to take me, to mold me and make me a merryman, fool or an elf.
But I'm proud to recall that in no time at all, with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!
Written By Blacktongue
April 16, 2017, 11:01 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
When the fuck did everyone suddenly become a poet?
Written By Dafne
April 16, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
There are days I miss Gemecitta, my home. The city of white stone, warmed by the sun.
But it seems like the corruption that murdered Valkieri spread from there.
It's a life lesson, I think. Nowhere is safe.
Even I find that depressing.
But it seems like the corruption that murdered Valkieri spread from there.
It's a life lesson, I think. Nowhere is safe.
Even I find that depressing.
Written By Haati
April 16, 2017, 10:51 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
I found my match indeed in this brunt and whimsical person. Life is to be savored and enjoyed with friends and loved ones in conversation, food, and fun. Even if that fun is tossing each other around a Training grounds to see who is the better wrestler.
Written By Joslyn
April 16, 2017, 10:48 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
My father was the one that taught me how to fight. As a little girl, my concerns were that of dolls, dresses and makeup. As a commoner that was raised among Ladies, I was given the best of everything, and I will admit that I was quite a spoiled child. He pulled me aside one day and said something that has stuck with me for the rest of my life.
"I will not always be able to protect you." he said as he presented me with my first practice blade. "The only hand you'll always be able to depend on is your own."
I was hesitant at first. I didn't learn to fight because I was a girl that liked to get dirty. I've never been like that, and I still hate getting dirty. After a long day of training or fighting, the first thing I do when I get done is take a long bath. He was insistent. My mother encouraged him along. Eventually... I took a liking to it. To the struggle of trying to overcome my trainer. It was a challenge that I wanted to overcome. He taught me to crave challenge. To always better myself, and push beyond my limits. It has made me into the woman that I am today. Today, I am still loyal to those that I shared my home with, to my friends and family. I cannot be there to protect them all, perhaps... but I will protect them as I am able, and will be there as I must. The only hands that I can depend on, are my own.
If you're reading this, Dad. Thank you for the advice. I've never forgotten it.
"I will not always be able to protect you." he said as he presented me with my first practice blade. "The only hand you'll always be able to depend on is your own."
I was hesitant at first. I didn't learn to fight because I was a girl that liked to get dirty. I've never been like that, and I still hate getting dirty. After a long day of training or fighting, the first thing I do when I get done is take a long bath. He was insistent. My mother encouraged him along. Eventually... I took a liking to it. To the struggle of trying to overcome my trainer. It was a challenge that I wanted to overcome. He taught me to crave challenge. To always better myself, and push beyond my limits. It has made me into the woman that I am today. Today, I am still loyal to those that I shared my home with, to my friends and family. I cannot be there to protect them all, perhaps... but I will protect them as I am able, and will be there as I must. The only hands that I can depend on, are my own.
If you're reading this, Dad. Thank you for the advice. I've never forgotten it.
Written By Haati
April 16, 2017, 10:48 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
The hope and the generosity of the Golden Hart is something to be commended. The efforts of Princess Valencia Redrain and Lady Ariel Darkwater who have approached me for vouchers to a contest that they will hold there. I freely gave my services, because it is a noble cause to keep the spirits of tArx alive and the hope that this siege will one day soon, an end. My wishes go out to the event when it happens and may it be a grand affair.
Written By Haati
April 16, 2017, 10:44 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Arrows, On and on...
On and on each one is made,
Lost one by one in each raid.
Toiling in fire, the forge its flame,
Into Brand's armies, they will rain.
On and on the mold is filled,
One more shav with it killed.
In the field stuck fast and true,
When will the final cost come due?
On and on for miles and miles,
Lay the dead in gruesome piles,
At the gates and before the walls,
Each arrow made, another falls.
On and on this siege it goes,
Felling heroes, friends, and foes.
Only when it ends I'll know,
On that day, one last arrow.
Compilations of a smith,
Poem 1
Haati Wavehowler
On and on each one is made,
Lost one by one in each raid.
Toiling in fire, the forge its flame,
Into Brand's armies, they will rain.
On and on the mold is filled,
One more shav with it killed.
In the field stuck fast and true,
When will the final cost come due?
On and on for miles and miles,
Lay the dead in gruesome piles,
At the gates and before the walls,
Each arrow made, another falls.
On and on this siege it goes,
Felling heroes, friends, and foes.
Only when it ends I'll know,
On that day, one last arrow.
Compilations of a smith,
Poem 1
Haati Wavehowler
Written By Rymarr
April 16, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
I encountered this stranger recently in the market. I can't even readily recall why I had gone to the market with Samantha in the first place. I may have needed oil for my armor and weapons, I can't remember. I digress.
She was seated on a stool near a vendor, selling pots of ink or dyes. She claimed that they would provide one with the means to receive a tattoo that would be temporary and was often utilized in her homeland for ceremonial purposes or special occasions. I found it to be fairly intriguing to say the least. I've never felt the need to tattoo my flesh, it is a peculiar practice. I will admit though that I was very curious about these temporary means of placing ink on the canvas that is skin, likely a result of some sort of appeal to the adventurous side of my mind.
The princess did mention a few interesting facts, including some of her activities within the western Oathlands and on behalf of House Valardin which were of great interest to me. She apparently seeks to someday become a citizen of the Compact and, in my humble opinion, it is a certain sign that she would be accepted with open arms due to the fact that without citizen she's already began to throw herself into spreading charity among the people who took her in and understands the core concept of what makes the Compact strong: when someone helps you, you help them back. We rely upon one another, even now, for a great deal. She understands this already and I believe it will make her inclusion to the Compact a certainty.
It's my sincere hope that I did not offend the visiting dignitary. I may have over-enunciated my words and spoken too slowly in an effort to be perfectly understood, that I may have sounded foolish. Perhaps not, perhaps so. What's done is done.
She was seated on a stool near a vendor, selling pots of ink or dyes. She claimed that they would provide one with the means to receive a tattoo that would be temporary and was often utilized in her homeland for ceremonial purposes or special occasions. I found it to be fairly intriguing to say the least. I've never felt the need to tattoo my flesh, it is a peculiar practice. I will admit though that I was very curious about these temporary means of placing ink on the canvas that is skin, likely a result of some sort of appeal to the adventurous side of my mind.
The princess did mention a few interesting facts, including some of her activities within the western Oathlands and on behalf of House Valardin which were of great interest to me. She apparently seeks to someday become a citizen of the Compact and, in my humble opinion, it is a certain sign that she would be accepted with open arms due to the fact that without citizen she's already began to throw herself into spreading charity among the people who took her in and understands the core concept of what makes the Compact strong: when someone helps you, you help them back. We rely upon one another, even now, for a great deal. She understands this already and I believe it will make her inclusion to the Compact a certainty.
It's my sincere hope that I did not offend the visiting dignitary. I may have over-enunciated my words and spoken too slowly in an effort to be perfectly understood, that I may have sounded foolish. Perhaps not, perhaps so. What's done is done.
Written By Mae
April 16, 2017, 10:26 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
In addition to training people how to run better, I've started painting! Fortunato gave me my first lessons. Maybe one day I'll be a famous artist?
*Beneath the rather neat-but-boring script is a heart, a few inches wide, done in varying shades of watercolor. It starts a faint pink on the perimeter and moves to a dark red at the center.*
*Beneath the rather neat-but-boring script is a heart, a few inches wide, done in varying shades of watercolor. It starts a faint pink on the perimeter and moves to a dark red at the center.*
Written By Alis
April 16, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
I do believe the entire front of my cuirass has been dented inwards. At least it took two attempts to make it thus, rather then one. I am fairly certain my ribs would have preferred none, and a still perfectly shiny piece of armor though. Alas, neither my armor or my ribs got a vote.
Written By Ansel
April 16, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Arn
Was that good enough?
Will it ever be?
Will it ever be?
Written By Sparte
April 16, 2017, 10:10 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Took a break from the siege to have a tournament josted by the Lord Commander. Got boxed around pretty good, as to be expected. Not entirely sure how I feel about this sort of distraction, what with the siege and all going on, but I suppose everyone has their bad habits.
Written By Tikva
April 16, 2017, 9:59 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
How about ... the Winged Fox, since he becomes a Griffon, but he'll always be a fox?
The Winged Fox and the Pink Griffon, of course!
The Winged Fox and the Pink Griffon, of course!
Written By Luca
April 16, 2017, 9:47 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
Father Zio's a wonderfully understanding guy for a Legate of the Faith, even if he doesn't seem to like his nickname. Still. He's making this all possible. And he shares my wicked sense of humor I think where Brother Alley Cat (Aleksei to others) comes in. Here's hoping for a few expletives thrown in the ceremony for flavor.
Written By Luca
April 16, 2017, 9:44 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I can't believe it's all approved and this is actually a thing that's happening. Ribbons will be my wife and I'll be Luca Grayson. It just sounds bizarre to my ears, but I am happier than I've been in...far, far too long.
I do think I'll need some nice sobriquet like Val got when she went Redrain.
The Lazy Gray Fox maybe? Now I've ruined it and no one will call me that since I made it up myself.
I do think I'll need some nice sobriquet like Val got when she went Redrain.
The Lazy Gray Fox maybe? Now I've ruined it and no one will call me that since I made it up myself.
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