Written By Jael
March 26, 2017, 11:32 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Gloria, watch over Cristoph. I don't know if he knew what was coming, and maybe that's why he didn't object when I left the supply lines to return to the walls. But I pray that he still lives, to take what glory he deserves.
Written By Ferrando
March 26, 2017, 11:31 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edelma
The Sword of Giant's Reach has definitely picked an opportune time to arrive in Arx with her tales of Formorians of long-ago, and apparently not-so-long-ago now as well.
If only she could get over her shy reserve and hesitance towards making wisecracks every other time she says anything, then she'd be lots of fun to hang out with at inns.
If only she could get over her shy reserve and hesitance towards making wisecracks every other time she says anything, then she'd be lots of fun to hang out with at inns.
Written By Killian
March 26, 2017, 11:29 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
And so the gate holds..and we have beheld the power of Brand first hand. It is..frightening to say the least. But the gods are with us and have given us their command and charge, to defend this place and that which has been forged here. We will stand, and we will fight to the last, because to do otherwise is to die, and worse than die.
All about us though, we can see the evidence that the gods are with us, and granting us their aid and strength...when a defender comes afire with holy passion, when the dead rise up to attack those who laid them low. It is impossible to deny that the power of the gods is at work in the city of Arx, and it works against the enemy beyond the gates.
All about us though, we can see the evidence that the gods are with us, and granting us their aid and strength...when a defender comes afire with holy passion, when the dead rise up to attack those who laid them low. It is impossible to deny that the power of the gods is at work in the city of Arx, and it works against the enemy beyond the gates.
Written By Darrow
March 26, 2017, 11:26 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
We are besieged.
Finally, things are starting to look up around here.
Finally, things are starting to look up around here.
Written By Esoka
March 26, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
I was bred for battle. I was my father's daughter, and always knew what my life would be. I killed my first man and became a blooded warrior of my tribe when I was not more than thirteen. My sword has been Riven's, has been Thesarin's, for more than a decade gone, and it has been tested many times.
I have never seen a crush of battle like I saw tonight, when the Bringers came against the city.
I survived the crashing of the storm. I like to think I cut down a fair few of that army on my way to living another day.
By Gloria, I never feel more alive than after facing death, gods help me.
It isn't death I fear. But men who can be burnt alive without screaming? Knights and war machines that disappear into some foul ether? These are things that chill my soul.
What are we facing out there?
Gloria give me strength to meet it again, and protect those I love.
I have never seen a crush of battle like I saw tonight, when the Bringers came against the city.
I survived the crashing of the storm. I like to think I cut down a fair few of that army on my way to living another day.
By Gloria, I never feel more alive than after facing death, gods help me.
It isn't death I fear. But men who can be burnt alive without screaming? Knights and war machines that disappear into some foul ether? These are things that chill my soul.
What are we facing out there?
Gloria give me strength to meet it again, and protect those I love.
Written By Freja
March 26, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
You have always been the perpetual thorn in my side, Anze and you both. It is a wound I willingly take with just as much verbal venom to give in return.
Ours was anything but a gentle upbringing; the Sword of Farhaven would not have his children thought weak, nor would he stand to abide it ever in his own thoughts - fuck what others may deem. His lessons were no crueler than the Northern winter's, perhaps even kinder?
We three grew in age and love together, sibling rivalry turned to a fierce loyalty felt in the marrow of our beings, extending past the shared familial name and responsibility we all inherited.
If we die tonight, deep in those catacombs, I die knowing I fight alongside father's sword, the family's, rightfully carried now. It is a legacy wrought in our blood more than the blade itself, for the honed edge can only be as good as the hand and heart that wields it.
Once more you and I shall stand at the brink and smile, beckoning with a curl of the lips only war hardened spirits can muster - the cold iron of the North.
Torrud's Bloody Brood will cull them all, until the last.
Ours was anything but a gentle upbringing; the Sword of Farhaven would not have his children thought weak, nor would he stand to abide it ever in his own thoughts - fuck what others may deem. His lessons were no crueler than the Northern winter's, perhaps even kinder?
We three grew in age and love together, sibling rivalry turned to a fierce loyalty felt in the marrow of our beings, extending past the shared familial name and responsibility we all inherited.
If we die tonight, deep in those catacombs, I die knowing I fight alongside father's sword, the family's, rightfully carried now. It is a legacy wrought in our blood more than the blade itself, for the honed edge can only be as good as the hand and heart that wields it.
Once more you and I shall stand at the brink and smile, beckoning with a curl of the lips only war hardened spirits can muster - the cold iron of the North.
Torrud's Bloody Brood will cull them all, until the last.
Written By Fiachra
March 26, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
* OOC: The following is entered into the archives after General Calypso's troops return from the battle at the Gray River *
No battle is 'easy'. Anyone who claims such is a fool, and has never truly been in the thick of the confusion and chaos that characterizes everything from the smallest skirmish to the largest war. They can go well, certainly, where the soldiers beside you and under your command suffer wounds that can be tended to by the medics and Mercies. But lives are always lost. Many more lives are ruined as those who enter battle hale and healthy are crippled beyond the ability to heal.
These battles are full of enemies and magics that no one has seen in countless years. Giants. Demons. Foes that do not stop until they are ripped apart into pieces too small to continue forward. And yet. The morale of the Compact stands firm against all of these. I stood on a hill, raining arrows down onto a field of battle that myself and the Valardin archers standing with me could barely see through a veil of mist that I doubt there was anything natural about. Our lines wavered, but they held. Though they were battered, my brother and sisters in arms continued to fight.
And we won the day. The war is still to come. There are still so many marching on the city. But with each battle won, hope dawns for another day. We will not let them Silence us. Let our battle cries roar across the land.
No battle is 'easy'. Anyone who claims such is a fool, and has never truly been in the thick of the confusion and chaos that characterizes everything from the smallest skirmish to the largest war. They can go well, certainly, where the soldiers beside you and under your command suffer wounds that can be tended to by the medics and Mercies. But lives are always lost. Many more lives are ruined as those who enter battle hale and healthy are crippled beyond the ability to heal.
These battles are full of enemies and magics that no one has seen in countless years. Giants. Demons. Foes that do not stop until they are ripped apart into pieces too small to continue forward. And yet. The morale of the Compact stands firm against all of these. I stood on a hill, raining arrows down onto a field of battle that myself and the Valardin archers standing with me could barely see through a veil of mist that I doubt there was anything natural about. Our lines wavered, but they held. Though they were battered, my brother and sisters in arms continued to fight.
And we won the day. The war is still to come. There are still so many marching on the city. But with each battle won, hope dawns for another day. We will not let them Silence us. Let our battle cries roar across the land.
Written By Joscelin
March 26, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Now the real work begins.
I'm thankful we had the foresight over a year ago to begin working establishing warehouses, stocking them and keeping them stocked. I can't take the credit, the idea was Dame Eirene's, an idea that spans several organizations.
I only we've enough .... well. Enough of everything. Food, water, medicines...
Time will tell. I have faith.
I'm thankful we had the foresight over a year ago to begin working establishing warehouses, stocking them and keeping them stocked. I can't take the credit, the idea was Dame Eirene's, an idea that spans several organizations.
I only we've enough .... well. Enough of everything. Food, water, medicines...
Time will tell. I have faith.
Written By Ferrando
March 26, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Umay
Youthful as she may be, she nonetheless clearly has the grace and dedication to be an exemplary member of the Faith for years to come. Her open heart and genuine desire to help others is a real inspiration. If she ever needs a hand (or two), then mine are hers whenever she needs them.
Written By Sameera
March 26, 2017, 11:08 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Wilhem
Wilhem. Known a long time. Do not object to touching him. He's an exception. Friend. Makes clothes. Do not need them.
Written By Darrow
March 26, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
The words of the Archlector suffused the defenders - suffused me. We stand for the Sentinel and all the Pantheon, against the silence. Our voices will be heard, and my steel will sing to the abyss.
...even if I must pass beyond, to shout at its very threshold.
...even if I must pass beyond, to shout at its very threshold.
Written By Mailys
March 26, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
Arche Duke Niccolo is an interesting man. I will have to figure out how to address him, I switch between calling him 'Your grace' and 'Archduke'. Perhaps I'll go with 'your Archdukehood'. Hey, that seems a good title. Yup. I think I'll see if I can get away with that. It's a fun name.
Written By Darrow
March 26, 2017, 11:03 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
The only joy I've found is in this blood.
Written By Mailys
March 26, 2017, 11 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
Prince Cicero.. He understands a great deal of who Mailys Corsetina, woops, Brooks is. He's also excellent in knowing my taste and size. He is quite enjoyable to spend time with. Hopefully more time will be spent with him.
Written By Freja
March 26, 2017, 11 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Bunkered down, the rip in the air behind me with shadows just through it, ghostly figures whispering in a contained cacophony about me. I heard the shouts above but heard the whispers below. The latter was far louder and resonates, echoic euphonic epiphany in repetitious recitation. Favored.
Written By Alarie
March 26, 2017, 10:58 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
War. It is upon us. It is at the very gates of the city. Days prior to the arrival of this enemy, I had found myself sleepless and filled with worry. This worry has turned to terror now that the army is here. Some of my terror is for my own survival instinct of course, but it is also for others. There are several that I deeply care for that will be facing this threat head on. I dread the thought of loosing them more than the threat on my own life. We are facing such an unknown enemy with such a terrible unknown power of their own. I fear we are at a severe disadvantage. However, I have the feeling that in the end we will prevail. We may suffer losses, but we are a rather diverse and full of surprises. It is this knowledge that keeps me hopeful for the future of our people.
Written By Haati
March 26, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
A woman of many talents and a hart of gold. her place for fun, designed for hope. And many, many new conversations lay ahead there in the Golden Hart for which she has made a wonderful success of.
Written By Haati
March 26, 2017, 10:55 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
A man who knows what he wants, simple and elegant and in mighty fashion with a diamondplate longsword tha the commissioned. IT was done well and quickly... I'm quite proud of the work and Ford seemed to like it. I hope the blade serves him well in thee siege.
Written By Niccolo
March 26, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
You came back to me.
Written By Niccolo
March 26, 2017, 10:53 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mailys
Mistress Mailys is a Whisper, a courtesan with a very daring and bold spirit I'd say. She's been slowly growing on me, since that one time she dared to asked to be interviewed for the position of captain House Velenosa's guard. Of course, she didn't get it, she's nowhere near qualified, but the fact that she tried was both amusing and refreshing. She's earnest in what she want, honest and upfront and that is not something you see often. Could it be that she what she presents? Perhaps, but there is something I see in those eyes of hers, that make me think that perhaps I'm wrong. That perhaps there is so very much more.
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