Written By Cicero
March 12, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Hope. Optimism.
No solider, I look forward.
Plans for the future
No solider, I look forward.
Plans for the future
Written By Sigurd
March 12, 2017, 6:30 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
I accept, after hearing the Dominus, the respected authority in Arx on Pantheon matters and head of the Faith, speak about the vision, that it was one of hers.
I spoke about the need to kill the Silence. Have, more than once. About how they can be killed. I will not apologize for that, or for perhaps assuming that a sane goddess would not make every man, woman, and child in the city lose their minds with fear just a few dears before the battle for our lives.
However, as I said, I do acknowledge that it was a goddesse's vision and thus not a trick in itself. Just poor timing.
I spoke about the need to kill the Silence. Have, more than once. About how they can be killed. I will not apologize for that, or for perhaps assuming that a sane goddess would not make every man, woman, and child in the city lose their minds with fear just a few dears before the battle for our lives.
However, as I said, I do acknowledge that it was a goddesse's vision and thus not a trick in itself. Just poor timing.
Written By Hadrian
March 12, 2017, 6:19 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
One of the Saiks, he strikes me as the sort who prefers intellectual or social pursuits, perhaps both. While he seems to believe himself the black sheep, I'd like to think my words to him may inspire him to pursue something other than such a self-defeating attitude. It is only a matter of time for him to become established, make connections, and begin meeting new and interesting people. Then begin work in earnest. I imagine there will be plenty of unexpected results out of him, while I expect I will enjoy sitting back and quietly congratulating myself on being right. It will be positively delightful.
Written By Aureth
March 12, 2017, 6:12 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
SUPERNATURAL VISIONS AND YOU: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE
People of Arvum; ladies; gentlemen; others;
It has come to my attention that some of you do not understand the vision that came upon us all on this day of 1006 After the Reckoning. Some of you believe that this is a trick, or a trap, or that there is some meaning other than the obvious behind a vision of reality being consumed by oblivion.
It's not. There isn't. You're wrong. And you should probably go soak your head in a bucket of ice water to see if you can do something about how your brain seems to not be working.
The Queen of Endings and Beginnings, Death, the Lost Goddess of Our Pantheon, has sent you a vision to warn you of what is coming. To tell you that Princess Dawn Grayson and the King's Own and Lady Darkwater who went forth to the Teind did so to stop the Silence, and that without their actions, we would all already be dead, because that is how close the Void bites at our heels.
It is coming, because Tolamar Brand is bringing it.
Here's the rundown from the lady on the throne of bones:
1. Silence, the Archfiend of Oblivion wants to get into the Shining Lands.
2. Tolamar Brand, the Herald of Oblivion, wants to help Silence get there.
3. Tolamar Brand is headed for the Thinnest Point to open the door and let Silence in.
4. Silence enters the Shining Lands. Everything is destroyed. Everything!
5. Even you!
6. AND you!
These are her words. This is her message. I have it in the written word and if you'd like to see it I'd be DELIGHTED to share it with you.
Stop the Silence. Anything else that is bothering you, anything else that you're afraid of, anything else you think might matter in this life or the next, drop it. Now. This is your priority.
And if it's not, you're wrong, and don't think I'm kidding about the ice water.
People of Arvum; ladies; gentlemen; others;
It has come to my attention that some of you do not understand the vision that came upon us all on this day of 1006 After the Reckoning. Some of you believe that this is a trick, or a trap, or that there is some meaning other than the obvious behind a vision of reality being consumed by oblivion.
It's not. There isn't. You're wrong. And you should probably go soak your head in a bucket of ice water to see if you can do something about how your brain seems to not be working.
The Queen of Endings and Beginnings, Death, the Lost Goddess of Our Pantheon, has sent you a vision to warn you of what is coming. To tell you that Princess Dawn Grayson and the King's Own and Lady Darkwater who went forth to the Teind did so to stop the Silence, and that without their actions, we would all already be dead, because that is how close the Void bites at our heels.
It is coming, because Tolamar Brand is bringing it.
Here's the rundown from the lady on the throne of bones:
1. Silence, the Archfiend of Oblivion wants to get into the Shining Lands.
2. Tolamar Brand, the Herald of Oblivion, wants to help Silence get there.
3. Tolamar Brand is headed for the Thinnest Point to open the door and let Silence in.
4. Silence enters the Shining Lands. Everything is destroyed. Everything!
5. Even you!
6. AND you!
These are her words. This is her message. I have it in the written word and if you'd like to see it I'd be DELIGHTED to share it with you.
Stop the Silence. Anything else that is bothering you, anything else that you're afraid of, anything else you think might matter in this life or the next, drop it. Now. This is your priority.
And if it's not, you're wrong, and don't think I'm kidding about the ice water.
Written By Leta
March 12, 2017, 5:43 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
There's strange and important things going on, but I'm sure people of the Faith and scholarly minds will write about these matters. No one wants to read my thoughts about it.
I'm now sworn to House Velenosa, oath and all. Never thought I'd do that, but there's reasons higher than silver, and so I did. I thought it would feel different, and maybe it does, but just a little. I am trying to learn some Lycene songs and dances. It's not much, but I don't rightly know where else to start. I like silks and I like wine already. Maybe I ought to look into etiquette lessons.
I haven't told my folk. Not that my parents got anything against House Velenosa. It's just they'll worry. Folk have ideas about the different Houses, and sometimes they're right and sometimes they're wrong.
I'm now sworn to House Velenosa, oath and all. Never thought I'd do that, but there's reasons higher than silver, and so I did. I thought it would feel different, and maybe it does, but just a little. I am trying to learn some Lycene songs and dances. It's not much, but I don't rightly know where else to start. I like silks and I like wine already. Maybe I ought to look into etiquette lessons.
I haven't told my folk. Not that my parents got anything against House Velenosa. It's just they'll worry. Folk have ideas about the different Houses, and sometimes they're right and sometimes they're wrong.
Written By Sylvie
March 12, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
I have arrived back to the city only in time to receive a dream of the horrors that will happen to all of us if we fail. If those fighting for us fail. If we do not have faith. For a moment, I thought of fleeing again back to the Lyceum and beaches and the Southern sun even in winter.
But I will stay and fight. My work in the Lyceum was for the fight we face, and I will continue to do what is needed here.
But I will stay and fight. My work in the Lyceum was for the fight we face, and I will continue to do what is needed here.
Written By Reese
March 12, 2017, 5:34 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Miss Leola and Lady Clover are valuable archers to Arx.
I didn't mind being their pin cushion.
It was good practice
I didn't mind being their pin cushion.
It was good practice
Written By Reese
March 12, 2017, 5:34 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
I joined the hunt that Duke Cristoph was holding.
I thought that Alejandra could use getting out into the woods.
It did seem to help cheer her up and she took down a deer.
I have short swords, so I wasn't going to join the hunt.
I really came for Alejandra.
I joined the fight later when we ran across a bear.
I didn't want to kill a bear, it doesn't feel natural or right to kill a normal bear.
Duke Cristoph pointed out that the bear will be just be killed when the bringer army comes anyways.
He is right, but that is a troubling thought, very troubling.
We saw the bear was mauling the woman, there was no choice.
I drew Devotion and draining the life from the bear.
I am not proud of such.
I hope the woman is doing well.
I thought that Alejandra could use getting out into the woods.
It did seem to help cheer her up and she took down a deer.
I have short swords, so I wasn't going to join the hunt.
I really came for Alejandra.
I joined the fight later when we ran across a bear.
I didn't want to kill a bear, it doesn't feel natural or right to kill a normal bear.
Duke Cristoph pointed out that the bear will be just be killed when the bringer army comes anyways.
He is right, but that is a troubling thought, very troubling.
We saw the bear was mauling the woman, there was no choice.
I drew Devotion and draining the life from the bear.
I am not proud of such.
I hope the woman is doing well.
Written By Rowan
March 12, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
It has come to my attention that some number of the nobility have had concerns for the nature of the battle totem left outside the Rectory. I will have to remember to account for the sense of perfectly understandable paranoia in Arx when making gifts to the Faith, or anyone else for that matter, in the future. I'll get the hang of expectations in the Compact one of these years. Maybe.
Written By Tristram
March 12, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Oblivion. A dream shared by all. No matter what doubts we may have had individually about magic in the past, it's certainly clear that it exists. This will hopefully make it easier in the future.
Written By Tristram
March 12, 2017, 5:12 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
The Thraxian venture and planning continues. As the only Oathlander amongst those planning, I felt a tad outnumbered, and so I was on my best behavior. So much so I even began to have pleasant conversation with Dominic Thrax, who is not exactly known for his kind and gentle demeanor. Strange bedfellows these great enemies of ours make, and I wonder if the transmutation that will occur to our people will make us all better, in the end--if we should survive.
Written By Joslyn
March 12, 2017, 4:55 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
The moment of truth quickly approaches. I don't know what's going to happen, or what I'll even be able to feel when all is said and done. My life is come to a place where I couldn't be happier, and yet I couldn't be worse off. That sounds an awful lot like whining, and I assure you, that is not the case. With the approach of the armies though... it couldn't have come at a worse time in my life, just when everything was going so well, the whole world is going to hell. I pray I am standing when this is done, and that I endure this with no loss of my friends, or anybody else that I hold dear. Looks like I arrived in Arx just in time, yeah?
Written By Anze
March 12, 2017, 4:40 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
For as much work as you put into clothing, have you ever considered maybe you're the floofy one and not the southerners? Seems like your armor is awfully fancy for someone who says they don't like fancy things, juuuuust sayin.
Written By Cicero
March 12, 2017, 4:36 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
The eyes are no use.
The other senses sharpen
Chestnut to the head
The other senses sharpen
Chestnut to the head
Written By Cicero
March 12, 2017, 4:33 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
The hope of us all,
The Compact calls, we answer.
With Wheels of Silver
The Compact calls, we answer.
With Wheels of Silver
Written By Acacia
March 12, 2017, 4:23 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Prince Ainsley's proclamation conveyed good tidings, but fixing tensions between the Iron Guard and the people will take time. That history of disgruntlement which grew ever more prominent back at the beginning of the King's Rest has rooted deeply within the hearts and memories of some and will not be easily forgotten.
But as war shadows our doorstep and the mind wanders, infiltrated by darker things, a united defense of the City requires people to at least temporarily cast grievances aside for a greater good.
Lord Commander Silas approached me three weeks ago regarding the Aspirations of Alcohol event, but the purpose was always for the defenses of the city and his determined focus in achieving just that was more than enough to convince me. He selflessly dug into coffers to achieve sponsorship in order to fulfill these goals and he pulled things off rather admirably. The whole of his commitment demonstrated it was more than just some ploy to present a false bond between certain groups of influence. Until peace comes to Arx once more, working together will be required.
But as war shadows our doorstep and the mind wanders, infiltrated by darker things, a united defense of the City requires people to at least temporarily cast grievances aside for a greater good.
Lord Commander Silas approached me three weeks ago regarding the Aspirations of Alcohol event, but the purpose was always for the defenses of the city and his determined focus in achieving just that was more than enough to convince me. He selflessly dug into coffers to achieve sponsorship in order to fulfill these goals and he pulled things off rather admirably. The whole of his commitment demonstrated it was more than just some ploy to present a false bond between certain groups of influence. Until peace comes to Arx once more, working together will be required.
Written By Anze
March 12, 2017, 4:21 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Top shelf stabbing, you and Frey should have a competition where you try and spook people before stabbing them. I'm sure that would be entertaining and offputting at the same time.
Written By Sigurd
March 12, 2017, 4:19 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
I woke up to a giant raven staring at my face the other day. The fact it was a mask didn't help really, as my sleep-addled brain tried to break it and flop out of bed all at once. Sure she got a kick out of it.
You're lucky you took my sword out of reach, woman, I swear.
You're lucky you took my sword out of reach, woman, I swear.
Written By Sigurd
March 12, 2017, 4:14 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
To those suffering from the Dream of the Bringers:
I have met the Bringers on the Field of battle.
They are not Gods.
They are not immortal.
They can be fought.
They can be killed, even by regular steel.
They are might and strong
But they will die, all the same.
This is nothing but a trick, and can and MUST treat it as such.
I have met the Bringers on the Field of battle.
They are not Gods.
They are not immortal.
They can be fought.
They can be killed, even by regular steel.
They are might and strong
But they will die, all the same.
This is nothing but a trick, and can and MUST treat it as such.
Written By Leola
March 12, 2017, 4:05 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
To those who read this; I ask, before judgement is made, please read to the end. To those of House Grayson, I offer my sincerest apologies. To Sir Silas Mercer and his family, please don't hurt me.
I shot Her Highness, Princess Reese Grayson in the face with a blunted arrow from an alaricite bow.
Context might be appropriate. Sir Silas and her Highness were looking to spar and, as her Highness was armored and Sir Silas was not, it was suggested that the archers present offer distracting fire against the amored knightly princess. We agreed, and took position. I was, in fairness, not used to the draw of the bow nor prepared for the princess's speed of movement and ducking, diving, in her full metal armor. As a result, when she ducked, I loosed my arrow, and hit her.
In the face.
I then immediately switched my fire to Sir Silas; her Highness was still, to her inestimable credit, fighting on, and indeed won the bout. We understood much of the nature of supporting archer fire and how valuable it will prove in the siege to come.
I'm so very sorry. It was in a sparring ring, and all were agreeable to it. We have witnesses!
I shot Her Highness, Princess Reese Grayson in the face with a blunted arrow from an alaricite bow.
Context might be appropriate. Sir Silas and her Highness were looking to spar and, as her Highness was armored and Sir Silas was not, it was suggested that the archers present offer distracting fire against the amored knightly princess. We agreed, and took position. I was, in fairness, not used to the draw of the bow nor prepared for the princess's speed of movement and ducking, diving, in her full metal armor. As a result, when she ducked, I loosed my arrow, and hit her.
In the face.
I then immediately switched my fire to Sir Silas; her Highness was still, to her inestimable credit, fighting on, and indeed won the bout. We understood much of the nature of supporting archer fire and how valuable it will prove in the siege to come.
I'm so very sorry. It was in a sparring ring, and all were agreeable to it. We have witnesses!
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