Written By Aislin
March 26, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
Holy SHIT, my friend, that was a shot that will live on in /legend/. A thousand years from now, that's one that'll be in songs and stories.
You shot the Herald of Silence in the /eye/, through the helm of his armor
You shot the Herald of Silence in the /eye/, through the helm of his armor
Written By Fortunato
March 26, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Gods, life is so fragile. All of it.
But we're still here.
But we're still here.
Written By Katarina
March 26, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
It was a strange thing, fighting in the frontlines after having surrendered my blades for two years. I'm a lot more rustier than I thought, but there's nothing like the present to begin improving one's self for the next battles.
Written By Aislin
March 26, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
In previous fights, I've been the scout in the trees, the one reading the land and finding the paths to take. I've been the lone explorer fighting off direwolves. I've never been a soldier standing rank-and-file in the lines. I've never been the one who goes toe-to-toe with an invading army in the thick of things.
Tonight, I had a painful reminder of my shortcomings.
Perhaps it's time to put aside the studies of forgotten history and esoteric knowledge for a while, and focus on improving my combat skills.
Tonight, I had a painful reminder of my shortcomings.
Perhaps it's time to put aside the studies of forgotten history and esoteric knowledge for a while, and focus on improving my combat skills.
Written By Morrighan
March 26, 2017, 11:39 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
We did it. For now. They retreated, but it's only the beginning. This was my first real battle, the first time I really saw anything this extreme up close and personal. I saw things that I couldn't wrap my head around. Hundreds of people turned to dust. Nothing. They just dissolved and were gone. The ballistae and trebuchets did the same, and some were wounded in the process. After a while the fear and anxiety turns to something else, all I could think about was just killing as many of them as I could, slaughtering any that got close to Darren, and for the most part I succeeded. Did I mention Deva got a killer shot at the leader? She shot him in the face. The fucking face. Right in his fucking eyeball. It was glorious. People fell, but thanks to the skill of the Mercies, they were able to be taken to safety or continued fighting. There were many brave men and women there today, and it was an honor to fight with them. I've had enough excitement, however, and now I need to get all this blood off of me and crawl into bed. I'm tired.
Written By Khanne
March 26, 2017, 11:39 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
I am stunned. I don't even know what to write at the moment. They came! The Spirits heard our call and came to help us fight! I am in happy shock for this, as much as I am thrilled to be alive. I truly thought I was going to die to my own arrow as the Bringer stabbed me with it... I felt my life seep out of me so quickly. I am eternally grateful that Sophie was there to help me. She is a truly blessed Mercy, and it surely thanks to her that I am alive.
I will write more when I can....
I will write more when I can....
Written By Jaenelle
March 26, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
I pace. That seems as if it is all I do now. If I were born a man I would at least have something tangible to focus on. A blade, a battle, death. Instead, I did not inherit Leona's taste for the sword, so I pace and worry. Nothing has ever been solved by pacing and worrying, and I find that my empty wringing hands need something better to do.
Written By Ferrando
March 26, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
'Veiling' is a new term I've regrettably had cause to learn recently, it means "to make it vexingly difficult to see a Bringer when you need to smash it with a mace".
Written By Estaban
March 26, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Since I have come to Arx so many things have happened, I find myself sometimes wondering what I am doing here in Arx. Why I have decided to stay here.
It has been chaos since I have, but then when I do get a few moments along I sit and I remember why I came to Arx and why I remain. My sister Lady Arcelia Saik and my cousin Lady Kima, the Malvici's and Lady of the sea. These are the reasons I stay and I fight, these are why I am here and I will not give up or back down.
It has been chaos since I have, but then when I do get a few moments along I sit and I remember why I came to Arx and why I remain. My sister Lady Arcelia Saik and my cousin Lady Kima, the Malvici's and Lady of the sea. These are the reasons I stay and I fight, these are why I am here and I will not give up or back down.
Written By Freja
March 26, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
For all of father's tempermental cruelty that Fergus and I inherited, you had mother's kindness, her heart. It is something I both relish and envy for you seem to find joy where we could not. Even now you have the love of a miraculous woman and my heart sings for you, truly, but it is because you have mother's spirit - not ours.
I wish I could have your understanding, your kindness, and if I ever failed you I'll have you know I am sorry.
But then I remember, we all have that trickle of Torrud's fickle fire in us, and even -you- have had your mouth go off when it shouldn't. I don't regret making you eat snow when I was nine, you fifteen.
Do not go softly into that silent night - make as much noise as I very damn well know you are capable of.
My glacial heart may be a mercurial, tenacious tempest of the same ilk of our home's terrain, but you and Fergus have always had a way of thawing the floe I encase myself in.
Torrud's Bloody Brood will cull them, until the last.
See you on the other side, whichever side of the veil that may be.
I wish I could have your understanding, your kindness, and if I ever failed you I'll have you know I am sorry.
But then I remember, we all have that trickle of Torrud's fickle fire in us, and even -you- have had your mouth go off when it shouldn't. I don't regret making you eat snow when I was nine, you fifteen.
Do not go softly into that silent night - make as much noise as I very damn well know you are capable of.
My glacial heart may be a mercurial, tenacious tempest of the same ilk of our home's terrain, but you and Fergus have always had a way of thawing the floe I encase myself in.
Torrud's Bloody Brood will cull them, until the last.
See you on the other side, whichever side of the veil that may be.
Written By Maude
March 26, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
It had been a while. Arrows still hurt. It gladdens me to see some things do not change. The Mercies do admirable work.
Humanity continues its existence for the time being. I call that a victory.
Humanity continues its existence for the time being. I call that a victory.
Written By Harmon
March 26, 2017, 11:32 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
It's been a long time since I've had the unfortunate luck of being in the middle of a war, let alone one with supernatural forces. Events are coming faster than I can piece them together. I haven't nearly finished my translations, or my experiments. Am I not as smart as I had hoped? I need more time. I need more resources. Maybe I don't? Maybe I've reached human limitations? Perhaps this is how a fall begins.
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.
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