Written By Merek
March 27, 2017, 11:31 a.m.(3/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
The honourable Thraxian that I fought with against the Bringers of Silence. He is a man that is willing to put it all on the line to fight for his people, and I respect that. Without him, I might very well not have made it through the battle we fought.
Written By Merek
March 27, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(3/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailys
This woman is a healer as much as a Princess, and she helped to save me after I was hurt in battle. I owe her a lot, in addition to those that pulled me from the wreckage of the building. I won't soon forget my debts to these people.
Written By Juliet
March 27, 2017, 10:18 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Duke Valkieri Rubino once told me he was the last honest person in the Lyceum.
I was going to challenge him to a duel for that. It seemed the thing to do. A decent way to flirt.
I vividly remember the first time I talked to him. There had been a... thing. And he, full of righteous fury, asked me if I fuck my brother.
It was delightful in its absurdity, but it made sense for the people involved, I suppose. I told him I did not feel comfortable answering that question without conferring with my brother.
(Dante has since told me I may answer that question however I see fit, depending on what would bring the most amusement)
Duke Valkieri took it as confirmation and I asked him how far out the family tree he'd have to move before he was comfortable with coitus.
Sadly, Leo spoiled our fun. Though I will say my apology was genuine.
I'd only recently gotten to know him better. A chance encounter led to him inviting me places. I turned him down half the time, and I regret that. I did get to go to Princess Cara's wedding, however. With him and Duchess Dafne on my arms.
He hurt so much. He was so furious at the injustice of the world.
He told me he wasn't a good man.
I told him I'd never said he was a good man - just a virtuous one.
When I looked at him, I wanted to take his pain away.
I suppose the Mother of Beginnings will do it in my stead.
Goodbye, Valkieri. Please forgive me my lack of formality.
I was going to challenge him to a duel for that. It seemed the thing to do. A decent way to flirt.
I vividly remember the first time I talked to him. There had been a... thing. And he, full of righteous fury, asked me if I fuck my brother.
It was delightful in its absurdity, but it made sense for the people involved, I suppose. I told him I did not feel comfortable answering that question without conferring with my brother.
(Dante has since told me I may answer that question however I see fit, depending on what would bring the most amusement)
Duke Valkieri took it as confirmation and I asked him how far out the family tree he'd have to move before he was comfortable with coitus.
Sadly, Leo spoiled our fun. Though I will say my apology was genuine.
I'd only recently gotten to know him better. A chance encounter led to him inviting me places. I turned him down half the time, and I regret that. I did get to go to Princess Cara's wedding, however. With him and Duchess Dafne on my arms.
He hurt so much. He was so furious at the injustice of the world.
He told me he wasn't a good man.
I told him I'd never said he was a good man - just a virtuous one.
When I looked at him, I wanted to take his pain away.
I suppose the Mother of Beginnings will do it in my stead.
Goodbye, Valkieri. Please forgive me my lack of formality.
Written By Gibson
March 27, 2017, 9:52 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Get well soon.
Written By Lark
March 27, 2017, 9:30 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
The Lyceum has lost many brave and honest men and women as of late, the Duke of Gemecitta among them. I grieve for them and for us all.
Written By Silas
March 27, 2017, 7:47 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
I think I'll write about the siege when it's over.
Otherwise each entry is going to be more depressing than the last. I'd rather take all the depression in one great angst deluge.
Otherwise each entry is going to be more depressing than the last. I'd rather take all the depression in one great angst deluge.
Written By Magpie
March 27, 2017, 7:38 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
'Be trapped in a city while it's under siege.'
Guess I can cross that off my bucket list.
Guess I can cross that off my bucket list.
Written By Octavia
March 27, 2017, 6:58 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
I admire your valor at the walls, brother, but if you get yourself in trouble seeking glory, I will box your ears.
You may have named a successor, but I am an administrator, and not your equal in leadership. Our people love you, not me. Our soldiers follow you, not me. Our sailors sail at your direction, not mine. They would be fools to behave otherwise. Every plan I make functions better with you in charge.
You are not permitted to die.
You may have named a successor, but I am an administrator, and not your equal in leadership. Our people love you, not me. Our soldiers follow you, not me. Our sailors sail at your direction, not mine. They would be fools to behave otherwise. Every plan I make functions better with you in charge.
You are not permitted to die.
Written By Octavia
March 27, 2017, 6:52 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Think not that I ignore the siege. I am acutely aware of the death that stands outside our gates. I would be a liability, not an asset, on a battlefield. I am a thinker, a student, a judge, not a warrior.
I leave the fighting to those capable. My place is in ensuring order. Ensuring that we survive. Ensuring that the people of Arx understand that we will endure, and that justice will prevail. Ensuring that those who would take advantage of our situation for their own material gain understand that their behavior will not be tolerated.
There will be a reformed court, of this I am certain. I have spoken to every ruling prince save Edain, and they are in agreement that a court is a necessity, and that I must bring it to pass. Prince Laric seems adamant that I lead it. Who am I to argue?
Think not that I ignore the siege, for the walls are not the only place it is fought.
I leave the fighting to those capable. My place is in ensuring order. Ensuring that we survive. Ensuring that the people of Arx understand that we will endure, and that justice will prevail. Ensuring that those who would take advantage of our situation for their own material gain understand that their behavior will not be tolerated.
There will be a reformed court, of this I am certain. I have spoken to every ruling prince save Edain, and they are in agreement that a court is a necessity, and that I must bring it to pass. Prince Laric seems adamant that I lead it. Who am I to argue?
Think not that I ignore the siege, for the walls are not the only place it is fought.
Written By Merek
March 27, 2017, 2:23 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Where to begin? It was interesting to be called to assist by the Cullers, however I was more than willing to. It seems more Bringers had managed to invade past our lines. However... We hunted them down, and managed to defeat them. I'd take time to write out a full story about it, but at this time, all I can think about is how I met a Bringer face to face in battle, and saw so many things, and then woke up later being tended to with medicine. I'm still recovering, and it will likely scar, but I survived, somehow. I don't mind the scars. They remind me of the sacrifices we make.
Written By Rowan
March 27, 2017, 1:42 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
I have never seen the like of the spirits' answer to our call. I have never seen so many in one place. If only it had not been for such dire circumstance. If only it had not been to the sound of troops moving in the distance and the onset of the fight. It is hard to take joy in seeing their faces in the smoke knowing the toll that was being paid at the gates below. Still...the image of the Stag in the fog charging the battle, the inspiring heat, I will never forget that.
I will never forget that I nearly lost my Tranquility. Nor that the Compact came together to hold the gates, to hold Arx.
The blood on the snow.
As the stories come in, I feel the weight of the numbers, of those lost - mortal and spirit alike, of the questions left in the wake of the fight. It is a night to drink to the fallen, to hold my children and those dear to me, and to thank the spirits they still breathe.
I will never forget that I nearly lost my Tranquility. Nor that the Compact came together to hold the gates, to hold Arx.
The blood on the snow.
As the stories come in, I feel the weight of the numbers, of those lost - mortal and spirit alike, of the questions left in the wake of the fight. It is a night to drink to the fallen, to hold my children and those dear to me, and to thank the spirits they still breathe.
Written By Tikva
March 27, 2017, 12:37 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
_A reprise_:
Princess Ribbons rode to war
'Gainst Bringers by the score
And they fall before her blade
Pink as strawb'ry lemonade!
The power shone in her stroke
Gleaming roseate, full of hope
and the Bringer that she struck
Blew apart, well holy fuck--
Princess Ribbons rode to war
'Gainst Bringers by the score
And they fall before her blade
Pink as strawb'ry lemonade!
The power shone in her stroke
Gleaming roseate, full of hope
and the Bringer that she struck
Blew apart, well holy fuck--
Written By Darren
March 27, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
I knew you were good with a bow, but damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Written By Clover
March 27, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Ow.
Written By Orazio
March 27, 2017, 12:11 a.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
The Battle of the Seawatch Gate
Rarely have I seen such courage and bravery as I saw from the men and women of the Compact on that occasion. The Knights of Solace and the Templars, although fired to fury by the sight of their brethren risen as unholy standards above the army, never lost sight of their discipline, and under the command of Sir Armel, they hewed and cut like avenging Seraphs. But by no means was it the Faith alone that fought.
The battlements were manned by some of the finest archers I have ever seen, and they continued to fire even as the foul powers of the enemy became clear. Princess Deva struck out at the leader of the army herself, and I hear her shot was true and powerful. Captain Tobias and Lady Maude provided fantastic strategies, keeping the troops moving to fill gaps and push back against each enemy advance. The melee was a fury of fighting - I confess that my aging eyes found it hard to sort out individual battle victories there, but I know that they existed, and I am sure that those of better eyes will tell the tale for years to come.
In the end, we held the line. The enemy was forced to retreat, and now it stands around our walls, bent on our destruction. We have already proved that we will be no easy kill. Now, with the gods on our side, I know that we will triumph. I wish I could say that it would be a bloodless victory, but I know that we will lose a lot of good men and women. There will be funeral rites a-plenty to prepare. But still, we will stand. And in the end, we will triumph.
Rarely have I seen such courage and bravery as I saw from the men and women of the Compact on that occasion. The Knights of Solace and the Templars, although fired to fury by the sight of their brethren risen as unholy standards above the army, never lost sight of their discipline, and under the command of Sir Armel, they hewed and cut like avenging Seraphs. But by no means was it the Faith alone that fought.
The battlements were manned by some of the finest archers I have ever seen, and they continued to fire even as the foul powers of the enemy became clear. Princess Deva struck out at the leader of the army herself, and I hear her shot was true and powerful. Captain Tobias and Lady Maude provided fantastic strategies, keeping the troops moving to fill gaps and push back against each enemy advance. The melee was a fury of fighting - I confess that my aging eyes found it hard to sort out individual battle victories there, but I know that they existed, and I am sure that those of better eyes will tell the tale for years to come.
In the end, we held the line. The enemy was forced to retreat, and now it stands around our walls, bent on our destruction. We have already proved that we will be no easy kill. Now, with the gods on our side, I know that we will triumph. I wish I could say that it would be a bloodless victory, but I know that we will lose a lot of good men and women. There will be funeral rites a-plenty to prepare. But still, we will stand. And in the end, we will triumph.
Written By Franco
March 27, 2017, midnight(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
So. If I ever decide to tease or pick on this particular Redrain, I need to do so from behind something very big and hard to see through. And there can't be a single hole. Apparently she can strike through an eyeslit at a hundred yards with her bow. And I've learned she's just as adept with chairs. This means for my own safety, I need to nail them down before teasing. Preparation makes it hardly worth it in the end.
Written By Franco
March 26, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
There's something about open combat that reminds you that you're alive. I imagine it's got to do with the risk of death. You're always alive, but you're almost never quite so alive as when you might lose it all. Philosophical nonsense, really. I think I missed most of the terrifying things I'm now hearing about. Which is a plus, really. It's hard to fight when the impossible is going on and coming to get you, so it pays sometimes to be cowering under a shield wall. See. Cowardice applied correctly. That's wisdom, or something.
Written By Katarina
March 26, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
When the Sentinel imparted upon me a vision of warning; of Valardin Knights turning to dust before an armored man, and Alis took my vision, and with me, prayed for clarity... Nothing could have prepared me to watch it come to pass before our very eyes out there on the fields. I thought my warnings were heeded, that we'd spared lives. Apparently, we did not... Where did we go wrong?
Written By Estaban
March 26, 2017, 11:51 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcelia
One does not realize some times just how lucky they are to have a sibling, sometimes when just want to yell at them all the time or protect them. But then there are the times that you sit and you remember thing things you use to do as children together.
You sometimes forget how the other may feel till you get to sit and have a heart to heart with them. This has happened with me and my sister, sweet Aracelia. I know things have been rough and I know I have been hard on you, I want what is best for you and I want you to be happy in what you decide. I know that you will do what is best for the family.
I know my words hurt and stung your very core, I did not mean for them to I will always be there no matter what happens my dear sister always remember this.
You sometimes forget how the other may feel till you get to sit and have a heart to heart with them. This has happened with me and my sister, sweet Aracelia. I know things have been rough and I know I have been hard on you, I want what is best for you and I want you to be happy in what you decide. I know that you will do what is best for the family.
I know my words hurt and stung your very core, I did not mean for them to I will always be there no matter what happens my dear sister always remember this.
Written By Dafne
March 26, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
It is quiet here, at the Palazzo. Too quiet. Sometimes I fancy I hear the sounds of battle: the clang of sword on sword, the snap of bowstrings, the groans of dying. I know I only imagine it. We are too far here.
I feel so useless. I am good for nothing but telling stories and petting kittens.
I wonder if Sylvie is out--in that. I wish I knew what took her, far away, to leave me. I always had here. She was here to chide me, but the chiding was only part of taking care of me, and we both knew that.
I should not be weak in public. I know that. But it is so hard to be strong sometimes.
<Beneath the entry, in very careful writing, as if someone had copied out something else:>
It was always meant to be you, Dafne; you are the true Zaffria duchess. You have more steel than anyone will ever give you credit for. Use that.
And, I love you. Always have, always will.
I feel so useless. I am good for nothing but telling stories and petting kittens.
I wonder if Sylvie is out--in that. I wish I knew what took her, far away, to leave me. I always had here. She was here to chide me, but the chiding was only part of taking care of me, and we both knew that.
I should not be weak in public. I know that. But it is so hard to be strong sometimes.
<Beneath the entry, in very careful writing, as if someone had copied out something else:>
It was always meant to be you, Dafne; you are the true Zaffria duchess. You have more steel than anyone will ever give you credit for. Use that.
And, I love you. Always have, always will.
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