Written By Merek
March 29, 2017, 11:50 p.m.(3/7/1006 AR)
I don't often visit council meetings like this, but it was also open, and I felt that I could learn some. I was able to contribute and also gain some facts about the siege. It's nice to know that people are coordinating, and doing so well with it. I am not a war master, but I think that I can contribute, if I actually put some work towards that.
Written By Esoka
March 29, 2017, 11:42 p.m.(3/7/1006 AR)
The fight is a rush in my mind, but it always is. A blur of action, a mix of calculation and instinct that takes over my brain and muscles when the blade is in my hand.
The guardsman, Calaudrin, offering me whiskey one moment and calling out orders to man the walls and rain fire on the oncoming shavs the next. We were fortunate to have him. Quick, decisive orders are the difference between life and death in those moments.
The sight of the Bringer. The noble girl, who'd I'd have thought as no fit warrior, taking up a bow and doing her part. She, Dulcinea, killed the creature with me when it reached the walls. A fine way to earn your first blood, that.
They did not breach the walls. We did our part.
It was a small fight. And there will be many others to follow. Gods preserve me, I feel more a part of this city - this Compact - each time I bleed for it.
The guardsman, Calaudrin, offering me whiskey one moment and calling out orders to man the walls and rain fire on the oncoming shavs the next. We were fortunate to have him. Quick, decisive orders are the difference between life and death in those moments.
The sight of the Bringer. The noble girl, who'd I'd have thought as no fit warrior, taking up a bow and doing her part. She, Dulcinea, killed the creature with me when it reached the walls. A fine way to earn your first blood, that.
They did not breach the walls. We did our part.
It was a small fight. And there will be many others to follow. Gods preserve me, I feel more a part of this city - this Compact - each time I bleed for it.
Written By Magpie
March 29, 2017, 10:02 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
If we don't want to break the wheel and we want to keep the Bringers away from the Pit... I have a new idea!
How about wheels made of the finest metals? They will be so strong that nothing can break them. Then we affix to a cart, throw the Bringers on it, and send them on their way...
No broken Wheels. No Bringers. So much winning.
How about wheels made of the finest metals? They will be so strong that nothing can break them. Then we affix to a cart, throw the Bringers on it, and send them on their way...
No broken Wheels. No Bringers. So much winning.
Written By Calaudrin
March 29, 2017, 9:25 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
If I was a poetic man, I'd write a long entry about the two women I watched diving off of the ramparts to fight the bringer. It'd probably go something like "I, Calaudrin Estrades, watched as two beautiful, magnificent examples of womanhood dove off the ramparts. They sailed through the air with grace and agility! Their hair streamed behind them in glorious waves of-" Something. I don't know. What's a good romantic descriptor for dark hair?
At any rate, Lady Dulcinea and Dame Esoka killed that thing until it was dead. I was impressed.
I'm less impressed with the burn on my ankle, but that's what I get for playing with matches.
At any rate, Lady Dulcinea and Dame Esoka killed that thing until it was dead. I was impressed.
I'm less impressed with the burn on my ankle, but that's what I get for playing with matches.
Written By Dulcinea
March 29, 2017, 8:40 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
Riddle me this: When is a meeting of family members not a family meeting?
No idea? Good. Me neither.
I am so very put out.
Love and Other Rubbish,
Me
Riddle me this: When is a meeting of family members not a family meeting?
No idea? Good. Me neither.
I am so very put out.
Love and Other Rubbish,
Me
Written By Valery
March 29, 2017, 7:31 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
I was able to convince Master Gavin to stay at the Villa during the siege.
I prefer knowing he's safe. And he makes me feel safer.
I was asked to make a mirror mask. With umbra and stygian and shiny stones. I don't think I ever had so many expensive things in my hands. It was almost scary, the thought of spoiling it... But I think it ended up quite well.
I also went to the hospital and was helping with the wounded there. Well, I didn't help so much, I mostly listened and watched... I intend to go back, so I guess next time I'll be able to help more.
Lady Eirene was teaching me again, so at least I would be able to make myself useful.
I prefer knowing he's safe. And he makes me feel safer.
I was asked to make a mirror mask. With umbra and stygian and shiny stones. I don't think I ever had so many expensive things in my hands. It was almost scary, the thought of spoiling it... But I think it ended up quite well.
I also went to the hospital and was helping with the wounded there. Well, I didn't help so much, I mostly listened and watched... I intend to go back, so I guess next time I'll be able to help more.
Lady Eirene was teaching me again, so at least I would be able to make myself useful.
Written By Serafine
March 29, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
[It's noted the subject is 'in their cups', as they say, tipsy but not exactly drunk. And she's singing. Transcribing:]
Barkeep!
Another moonshine, please.
Yes of course, you can keep the change.
A new glass here, for this new friend of mine-
Forgive me, I forgot your name.
Flip a coin!
What shall we talk about?
Heads- I tell the truth,
tails? I lie.
I came all the way
from Southport today.
Now Sanctum's pouring rain
and I'm going blind again-
And I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
But is it true
it's always happy-hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
And as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round,
And if you bottle’s empty
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time!
And here's to life..!
Barkeep!
We need to go around again.
One for me and what's-his-name,
my new best friend.
So deal me in
and I'll pick my cards up off the floor.
I'll see a lucky coin
and raise a pack of lies.
Smile to the man at the door,
another four-silver more.
But don't look him in the eyes,
he'll break your heart.
We came all the way
from Southport today.
Still Sanctum's pissin' rain
and we're going blind again
and I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
Is it true
it's always happy hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
Well as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round.
And if you bottle’s empty,
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time,
And here's to life...!
[Subject kisses scholar's cheek, leaves a bottle of very clear, very potent liquor, leaves.]
(OOC: Adapted to Arx from 'Mekong', written by Brian David Blush and Roger Clyne)
Barkeep!
Another moonshine, please.
Yes of course, you can keep the change.
A new glass here, for this new friend of mine-
Forgive me, I forgot your name.
Flip a coin!
What shall we talk about?
Heads- I tell the truth,
tails? I lie.
I came all the way
from Southport today.
Now Sanctum's pouring rain
and I'm going blind again-
And I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
But is it true
it's always happy-hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
And as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round,
And if you bottle’s empty
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time!
And here's to life..!
Barkeep!
We need to go around again.
One for me and what's-his-name,
my new best friend.
So deal me in
and I'll pick my cards up off the floor.
I'll see a lucky coin
and raise a pack of lies.
Smile to the man at the door,
another four-silver more.
But don't look him in the eyes,
he'll break your heart.
We came all the way
from Southport today.
Still Sanctum's pissin' rain
and we're going blind again
and I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
Is it true
it's always happy hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
Well as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round.
And if you bottle’s empty,
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time,
And here's to life...!
[Subject kisses scholar's cheek, leaves a bottle of very clear, very potent liquor, leaves.]
(OOC: Adapted to Arx from 'Mekong', written by Brian David Blush and Roger Clyne)
Written By Eirene
March 29, 2017, 4:01 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
So I presume that what Brother Aleksei wrote about the Wheel was in reference to me and my last White Journal.
Point of Clarification: I don't want to break the wheel that is the world. I want to break the cycle of humanity being screwed over by supernatural forces every 500 years or so.
Different thing - I want to save the world from having to do this OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Point of Clarification: I don't want to break the wheel that is the world. I want to break the cycle of humanity being screwed over by supernatural forces every 500 years or so.
Different thing - I want to save the world from having to do this OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Written By Talen
March 29, 2017, 3:48 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
Do you remember when I was thirteen and we road south of Lenosia, out of reach of the the walls and its gardens, to hunt boar?
I'd never seen a spear thrown so far as when you'd done it, yet I knew I could out-throw you. I did, of course, but that wasn't the point - I missed. It wasn't about power and throwing it far, it was about hitting your mark. You always knew how to utilise power to its best effect, rather than simply go wild with it. I think that's why we are where we are today despite our challenges.
We should hunt again, when this is all over.
I'd never seen a spear thrown so far as when you'd done it, yet I knew I could out-throw you. I did, of course, but that wasn't the point - I missed. It wasn't about power and throwing it far, it was about hitting your mark. You always knew how to utilise power to its best effect, rather than simply go wild with it. I think that's why we are where we are today despite our challenges.
We should hunt again, when this is all over.
Written By Talen
March 29, 2017, 3:44 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Inigo
You do a service to the Mirrorguard, Mirage.
Written By Joscelin
March 29, 2017, 2:09 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Used some more of my personal stock to forge out a mask made of gold. I didn't use anyone as a reference, it was rather just ... tinkering with a few design ideas.
It's beautiful. There's an octopus at the temple with tentacles that trail out across the brow, over the nose, to clutch at a fish on the far cheek.
I didn't like it. I couldn't place my finger as to why for several hours. It wasn't until I was setting sapphires under the eyes of the mask that I realized what I'd done.
I'd made the mask in Ianthe's likeness.
I broke the gems I'd placed in it, popped every one of them out as fast as I could, and through the thing in my crucible, melting it down as fast as I could fan those coals.
I went to sleep later, much later, and dreamt of my little sister at the bottom of the ocean, lifeless eyes open, opaque, staring up, with an octopus on her temple, testing in her hair as it caught a fish over her far cheek.
It wasn't a vision, at least I don't think it was, but it wasn't a nightmare either. It was ... something.
Not to say it didn't bother the shit out of me, either. I woke up weeping before the sun came up, and pulled out my sketchbook to draw a bracelet, something to encapsulate a lock of her hair I've kept with me since her wandering nomad days. I have a few good designs; despite the dream, I know she loved the sea.
Oh, baby sister. I miss you.
It's beautiful. There's an octopus at the temple with tentacles that trail out across the brow, over the nose, to clutch at a fish on the far cheek.
I didn't like it. I couldn't place my finger as to why for several hours. It wasn't until I was setting sapphires under the eyes of the mask that I realized what I'd done.
I'd made the mask in Ianthe's likeness.
I broke the gems I'd placed in it, popped every one of them out as fast as I could, and through the thing in my crucible, melting it down as fast as I could fan those coals.
I went to sleep later, much later, and dreamt of my little sister at the bottom of the ocean, lifeless eyes open, opaque, staring up, with an octopus on her temple, testing in her hair as it caught a fish over her far cheek.
It wasn't a vision, at least I don't think it was, but it wasn't a nightmare either. It was ... something.
Not to say it didn't bother the shit out of me, either. I woke up weeping before the sun came up, and pulled out my sketchbook to draw a bracelet, something to encapsulate a lock of her hair I've kept with me since her wandering nomad days. I have a few good designs; despite the dream, I know she loved the sea.
Oh, baby sister. I miss you.
Written By Aureth
March 29, 2017, 1:57 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
We really need to find Magpie a date. He's so lonely.
Written By Magpie
March 29, 2017, 1:24 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Oh, sorry Aureth, my bad. I didn't think anyone actually read these.
Don't listen to me. Listen to Aureth. He knows what he's talking about. I'm just bored because my boat is broken.
Do NOT bring the Bringers to the Pit.
Take them out to dinner.
Take them for a romantic walk by the river, but whatever you do, don't bring them to the Pit.
Don't listen to me. Listen to Aureth. He knows what he's talking about. I'm just bored because my boat is broken.
Do NOT bring the Bringers to the Pit.
Take them out to dinner.
Take them for a romantic walk by the river, but whatever you do, don't bring them to the Pit.
Written By Ann
March 29, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Document the second:
1 giant of a man
2 very bad jokes
3 shots of whisky (cutting back)
4 shrines in sight
5 minutes of sleep
I'M FINE. JUST FINE. But I really ought to talk to the ground about staying where it is. Damned inconvenient.
1 giant of a man
2 very bad jokes
3 shots of whisky (cutting back)
4 shrines in sight
5 minutes of sleep
I'M FINE. JUST FINE. But I really ought to talk to the ground about staying where it is. Damned inconvenient.
Written By Aleksei
March 29, 2017, 12:16 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Guys. /Guys/.
Do not break the Wheel. That is literally what Brand wants to do. Breaking the Wheel is an End of the World scenario.
Please do not help them end the world.
Do not break the Wheel. That is literally what Brand wants to do. Breaking the Wheel is an End of the World scenario.
Please do not help them end the world.
Written By Samantha
March 29, 2017, 12:08 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
I have been offered the position of seeing to the morale of the city during the course of the siege, and I have accepted the duty. It is important to keep the confidence of the people forthright and show our support for those who guard our gates. Some kind of daily reminder of our confidence in victory, as well as events for commoner and noble alike to keep up our spirits and remember why we fight. Too many times I have seen those who engage in war distance themselves from those who do not, believing that this distance enables them to fight. I do not agree, for it is people who make up a city, a kingdom, a Compact. Love of one's dear ones, happiness, and freedom must be held close to the heart to spur the fight. And our warriors will serve us best looking outward toward the siege rather than having to be concerned with chaos within the walls.
We must keep calm, and carry on.
We must keep calm, and carry on.
Written By Charlaine
March 29, 2017, 11:58 a.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Rook
Such a charming man, it was interesting to meet you. I look forward to more conversations.
Written By Eirene
March 29, 2017, 11:14 a.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Few more pieces falling into place. Expressed a theory, got a few more details filled in. Strange historic parallels being drawn.
To quote a wise old saying: All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.
Well fuck that- I want to stop the cycles. Break the wheel. Bring it to an end. Why does everything have to repeat itself? Maybe if we could stop the systematic erasure of our past we could.
To quote a wise old saying: All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.
Well fuck that- I want to stop the cycles. Break the wheel. Bring it to an end. Why does everything have to repeat itself? Maybe if we could stop the systematic erasure of our past we could.
Written By Talen
March 29, 2017, 10:52 a.m.(3/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
It wasn't me. I even forget to feed my snake sometimes. I'm certainly not going to feed yours. The offer stands, however, if it ever gets too much. I can drown it.
Written By Mirari
March 29, 2017, 9:37 a.m.(3/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Prince Velenosa claims that he did NOT feed my cat a canary, but I do not believe him. And now Opia is going to demand I feed him canaries!
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