Written By Lark
March 25, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
What a pity that it isn't funny at all.
Written By Kima
March 25, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Written By Wilhem
March 25, 2017, 6:27 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Written By Wilhem
March 25, 2017, 6:26 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Written By Wilhem
March 25, 2017, 6:25 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Written By Orazio
March 25, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Welcome home, Brother Aleksei.
Written By Karadoc
March 25, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
Written By Karadoc
March 25, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Written By Karadoc
March 25, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Is there any wonder I spent so long by the fireside? I think not. Besides, I found good companionship there. New friends made, old ones cemented.
I was challenged to be better, and despite my own wishes, I was forced to accept the challenge, and I do like to think I excelled, as I do in all things.
Battle broke out. Chaos. Through the mists, I spotted the greatest of foes. A Formorian Giant. A myth. A creature of legend. Small wonder the walls of the city so high, to keep out such beings. It seemed decaying, already, before it charged our lines, cutting a swath through the lines.
In turn it was swarmed by heroes. One most unlikely. A blade borrowed after a bit of fireside jesting. Pulled in defense of self and allies. I don't even recall how it happened. But my blade dug in deep. A 'palpable hit', so I am told. One of note. I helped slay a giant. The stray cat's claws are sharp, or so it seems.
I think I summed it up nicely at the time. "I can't believe... That just fucking happened." That thought has replayed a few times in my mind. I can't believe it. That the creature was there. They are real. That 'I' of all people moved to help attack. And more so that it was managed, and done so well. Perhaps all that time watching the training arena was not wasted.
And yet.
Still, through it all.
I blame them.
Written By Lark
March 25, 2017, 3:35 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
Written By Kima
March 25, 2017, 2:28 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Young knight, learn to love the gods and revere the people that you would serve and protect so that your honor grows. Act always with virtue and learn the Art that dignifies you, and brings you honor in battle. Wrestle well and wield lance, spear, sword and dagger skilfully, whose use in the hands of another is wasted. And when you must strike, strike bravely.
I passed this onto my students, and I now commend them here, so that any who might read them now or in later years might grow and be heartened by them.
Written By Rymarr
March 25, 2017, 1:45 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
In my lifetime I was fortunate enough to see the sword pass from one Lord Commander to another, not once, but twice. The ceremonies were peaceful, which is a rarity for the sword. It often transitions only when the wielder falls. These truly are strange times that we live.
It has been a long and strange two years. Life changing in every way. Then, when I least expected it, it all changed again. Now it is time to pick up the pieces and sort myself out. When life presents an obstacle: overcome and press forward.
Today, I awaken in a new bed. It is a familiar bed, but it feels quite new. I'm lost. What do I do? Take breakfast while having my armor strapped on? It's unnecessary. Read the latest incident reports, if any? I don't have to do that; they don't exist. Do I go to watch over Alaric while he recovers? I can not. Do I go to the Square and watch a few of the knights conduct their training drills in the blustering wind and biting cold? I can sit in front of this hearth and stare at it instead. One would argue that it has been an upgrade. I've gone from staring at a wall while I can not sleep, to at least having the luxury of staring at a fire while I can't sleep.
Written By Armel
March 25, 2017, 12:28 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Gisele
When I met Gisele, she was making a trek through all the Shrines of Arx, hoping to pay respects at them all. While this is a noble thing, it is not what captured my attention. Nor was it her beauty or her grace or even her intelligence. All of these things can be found in abundance in Arx, as excellent as they can be to see in a person, especially all at once.
No, it was her humility. Her openness, tinted with an attitude of shyness that shows how hard such a thing is for her at times. She is a person willing to give all in service to her city and her people, no matter the cost, and no matter if she never picks up a weapon, or raises a fist (or even her voice).
Aldwin is lucky to have her in his family. The Faith is lucky to have her as a Disciple. I am blessed to call her my friend.
Written By Aiden
March 25, 2017, 12:07 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Arx is strong.
People have come to work together.
There has been no singular effort that stands above the others in this crisis.
Arx will not fall with this united stand, rather, we must brace for when good people fall in service to Arx.
I met the Lord Commander of the Iron Guard, a good man who had like others, seen me as Ainsley first.
I am fast accustomed to that and wish I could be their friend for whom they worry for.
He asked if I would fight.
I have never drawn blood of another person.
I am not Ainsley. I am not a hero.
The moment I strike blood from another, it will remain, forever undone.
The life of the blade was never mine.
But, he encouraged me nevertheless to wear armor, for he fears that my blood could be shed.
Could it be so? I have never harmed another person.
Am I so unprepared for the enemies at our doorstep?
And then I think of Ainsley.
I do not know what it feels to love another person in the intimate confines of a kiss or hold.
I cannot fathom what my brother has had in Pietro.
I desperately hope he will not rise to lift his blade again, but I feel he will, that he must, for it is his path to finish.
If I were to see him upon the wall, would I run as I have always done, or would I take up the bow to strike an arrow into an enemies heart who would threaten his life?
Let me not be ill prepared.
If the Gods are listening, if people of Arx are reading, let me find an Archery teacher and a Bow to suit my hand.
I do not want to take life. I never have. Yet somehow, I know, I couldn't stand to see life taken either by cruel corrupt hands.
Who is Aiden Grayson? What will he become?
Written By Luna
March 25, 2017, 10:39 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
A red sky
A warning
No sense in hiding from the front lines
They've been here the whole time
I sleep to keep my mind at ease
I wander through a dream
of what I once believed
No rest until we face the truth
and draw it to the light
This is a call to arms
Will you embrace me
before its too late, darling?
Take care of all the love you spend
It's wasting to nothing
Beware of wolves who hide their teeth
They'll take you and leave you
Should I be like a Greenwood doll?
A statue in the cold
as empty as a shell
Or make a final stand
go back to what we had
I'm stepping out from my defenses
This is a call to arms
will you embrace me
before its too late, darling?
This is a call to arms
will you save me?
A CALL TO ARMS
Written By Gisele
March 25, 2017, 10:11 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ferrando
Master Ferrando is as strong, capable, and clever as any knight.
Written By Gisele
March 25, 2017, 10:09 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Sir Armel is not such a knight. He is the reality: a man touched harshly by the world who has taken his pain and turned it into inspiration. He makes of himself a shield, and he has been marked by that. He is kind, and thoughtful, and strong. He is dedicated, no matter the danger to himself.
Gild must glow with pride to have such a one in her Order.
Written By Orathy
March 25, 2017, 10:02 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
I be missin' to be sayin' me apologies ta Prinzess Jaenelle, fer she be givin' me the first chance I bez havin'. Aye, me axe still be 'ers, iffin she ever be needin' it.
An' fer Felix, aye. Here's ta hopin' he ain't getting mobbed by Bringer's n' the like at the graveyard. Aye. Jist hope he be knowin all he be needin ta do is givin me a holla to fight wit him.
Written By Michael
March 25, 2017, 9:37 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lailah
Written By Edain
March 25, 2017, 9:31 a.m.(2/25/1006 AR)
I love maple syrup. It has loamy bouquet that complements it's sweetness perfectly. Making it both decadent yet earthy all at once.
I love olives. They are savory delights and there sense flesh is a joy to chew and let their flavors slowly assault you. Excepting "black olives" that are just limp, wilty and make me inexplicably sad.
I do not enjoy them together! That would just be weird.
Though, if you were to dilute the maple syrup with a little apple vinegar the might indeed make a good sweet brine to pickle olives in. Perhaps I should visit Lyon's Readout sometime and test this theory?
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