Written By Aislin
March 4, 2017, 12:59 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
I find myself actually at something of a loss for words, for once.
I'm hardly the easiest person to get close to. I know I'm not all that keen on physical contact sometimes. I'm someone who takes time to warm to the idea of a relationship, and when I do, I want more than companionship. I want /partnership/. Someone who'll be at my side on expeditions, someone to share a campfire with, someone to /explore/ with. Whether that exploration is out in the world or the Stacks of the Archive.
Usually by the time I start to think I /could/ find that partnership with someone, they've already gone and found their own partner somewhere else.
Somehow I never expected to be the one who'd get asked. I certainly never expected to be wooed by someone setting up an entire adventure in a treehouse, just to give me a chance to travel again -- to show how a partnership could work.
I'm still mapping this path; it's unfamiliar territory. And honestly, I'm a little more terrified than anything I've ever done as an adventurer. Crumbling ruins, ancient catacombs, forgotten tombs... the truth is, that's /easy/ in comparison. If something goes wrong out there, I'm the only one at risk. But here? A misstep, a mistake, could hurt someone else. Someone who I care about.
But the truth is, I'm enjoying it, too. It gives me something to fight for... something new. I've had ideals, before, but they were abstract. Fighting for humanity in the abstract is all well and good, but especially in times of darkness, it's nice to have someone there at your side. Someone to travel with you, to support you when you need it -- and who you support in turn. Someone to help lead you back out of the darkness when you end up there.
Someone radiant, who'll try to get you to shed the armor for a little while. Both literally and metaphorically.
I'm hardly the easiest person to get close to. I know I'm not all that keen on physical contact sometimes. I'm someone who takes time to warm to the idea of a relationship, and when I do, I want more than companionship. I want /partnership/. Someone who'll be at my side on expeditions, someone to share a campfire with, someone to /explore/ with. Whether that exploration is out in the world or the Stacks of the Archive.
Usually by the time I start to think I /could/ find that partnership with someone, they've already gone and found their own partner somewhere else.
Somehow I never expected to be the one who'd get asked. I certainly never expected to be wooed by someone setting up an entire adventure in a treehouse, just to give me a chance to travel again -- to show how a partnership could work.
I'm still mapping this path; it's unfamiliar territory. And honestly, I'm a little more terrified than anything I've ever done as an adventurer. Crumbling ruins, ancient catacombs, forgotten tombs... the truth is, that's /easy/ in comparison. If something goes wrong out there, I'm the only one at risk. But here? A misstep, a mistake, could hurt someone else. Someone who I care about.
But the truth is, I'm enjoying it, too. It gives me something to fight for... something new. I've had ideals, before, but they were abstract. Fighting for humanity in the abstract is all well and good, but especially in times of darkness, it's nice to have someone there at your side. Someone to travel with you, to support you when you need it -- and who you support in turn. Someone to help lead you back out of the darkness when you end up there.
Someone radiant, who'll try to get you to shed the armor for a little while. Both literally and metaphorically.
Written By Orathy
March 4, 2017, 12:53 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)
*written in bad writing*
Otha than me reuniting with me woman, be nothin happenin 'n nothin ta keep me interests...
Somedays, jist wish fer the walls ta be crumbling down 'n shavs ta be pourin in, jist fer somethin ta do round here..
Otha than me reuniting with me woman, be nothin happenin 'n nothin ta keep me interests...
Somedays, jist wish fer the walls ta be crumbling down 'n shavs ta be pourin in, jist fer somethin ta do round here..
Written By Valery
March 4, 2017, 11:41 a.m.(1/12/1006 AR)
I thought I was forgetting about it, but there it is, again...
Sleeping has become quite a task.
I don't know where to sleep.
I cannot sleep in my room with that there.
I cannot sleep in his room, he's not there.
Sleeping has become quite a task.
I don't know where to sleep.
I cannot sleep in my room with that there.
I cannot sleep in his room, he's not there.
Written By Silas
March 4, 2017, 9:09 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
Well, he finally beat me.
Kudos!
Kudos!
Written By Lydia
March 4, 2017, 8:44 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magden
Well! This is a truly sad turn of events. I do not mean the rumors of the king possibly waking. That would be glorious news indeed! I mean the news concerning Magden.
For whatever role my own actions played in driving her to this, I am truly regretful and hope that she will find peace of mind and the ability to reconcile with her relations.
For whatever role my own actions played in driving her to this, I am truly regretful and hope that she will find peace of mind and the ability to reconcile with her relations.
Written By Caelis
March 4, 2017, 3:50 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)
New rule, don't bargain tired. I really could have gotten more, I bet. Slowly I am meeting more people, I'm grateful for this moment of calm to reflect and prepare. There are likely too many parties, but that could just be my own taste and personal horror for dancing. As much as I dislike riding, I will ride out for a mission before braving a dance floor any day. Is that dreadful of me?
Written By Silas
March 4, 2017, 3:43 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)
The Iron Guard's recruitment drive was far more successful than I planned for, especially given the circumstances surrounding the Boroughs as of late.
Now to hire, train, equip them to the end of the siege at least, which could go a very long way to balancing out the numbers that the Bringers of Silence are bringing to bear against the city... if I can find the people, money, and equipment for it.
Now to hire, train, equip them to the end of the siege at least, which could go a very long way to balancing out the numbers that the Bringers of Silence are bringing to bear against the city... if I can find the people, money, and equipment for it.
Written By Mae
March 4, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)
I have been asked to join the Heart in Hand charity group. I'm not entirely sure what all it does, but I trust Princess Sophie to not steer me wrong. It was a bit strange that I had to sign so much paperwork. Is paperwork a Thraxian custom? Whatever the case, I am excited! Hopefully we can start to make some lasting changes.
Written By Dominique
March 3, 2017, 7 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
I'm not much of a betting woman. But a duel is a duel, spar or not.
Written By Rowan
March 3, 2017, 5:34 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I would live in the Spring as long as I could. I would linger there and never truly grow, never truly change, in the thrill and the life of it. I will think back to the Spring often, and miss it I am sure. I will remember it with laughs and sly grins and warm smiles. I will remember the rain and the muddy path. It is difficult to leave behind, when I didn't recognize it for what it was for too long. I will not revisit this Spring again in anything but memory.
But Summer stretches out ahead with its own promises of growth, of long days to fill twisting roots deep into the earth before Autumn arrives. I welcome the Summer.
But Summer stretches out ahead with its own promises of growth, of long days to fill twisting roots deep into the earth before Autumn arrives. I welcome the Summer.
Written By Rowan
March 3, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
The glade was home to a number of species - squirrel to bear, beetle to owl - and though they didn't always get along, most lived in a natural kind of harmony. There was one species though, above all others, that were loathed throughout the glade.
The peacocks.
The peacocks crowed and cawed at all hours. They made a great show of themselves as they strutted around and ensured that no ear in the glade did not hear of their granduer, their great well of insight, their magnificent bravado, and their rapier quick wit, even if it was rarely aimed to anyone but their own flock.
In all their cries to one another, they never noticed that the other animals of the glade did not agree.
One day one peacock found itself walking without the rest, and being the social beast it was, sought out the company of others in the glade. Some found excuse, some only scowled and turned away. Peacock became more confused and dismayed with each rejection. In time, the peacock found itself sulking by a creek and complaining at length to a weary old turtle.
The turtle listened with patience while the peacock lamented, 'Why do they all turn away rather than speak to me? Why do they not listen to my jokes and my cleverness?'
'Because they do not like peacocks,' the turtle told the peacock bluntly, being too old, and too tired, to cushion the blow.
'But why not? We are fantastic! Haven't they heard? We are the smartest and the funniest and the bravest in the glade,' the peacock protested.
'They have heard. They have all heard,' the turtle returned. 'You make sure no one could go a day without hearing it, but that doesn't make it true. Have you ever heard it once from outside your own flock?'
The peacocks.
The peacocks crowed and cawed at all hours. They made a great show of themselves as they strutted around and ensured that no ear in the glade did not hear of their granduer, their great well of insight, their magnificent bravado, and their rapier quick wit, even if it was rarely aimed to anyone but their own flock.
In all their cries to one another, they never noticed that the other animals of the glade did not agree.
One day one peacock found itself walking without the rest, and being the social beast it was, sought out the company of others in the glade. Some found excuse, some only scowled and turned away. Peacock became more confused and dismayed with each rejection. In time, the peacock found itself sulking by a creek and complaining at length to a weary old turtle.
The turtle listened with patience while the peacock lamented, 'Why do they all turn away rather than speak to me? Why do they not listen to my jokes and my cleverness?'
'Because they do not like peacocks,' the turtle told the peacock bluntly, being too old, and too tired, to cushion the blow.
'But why not? We are fantastic! Haven't they heard? We are the smartest and the funniest and the bravest in the glade,' the peacock protested.
'They have heard. They have all heard,' the turtle returned. 'You make sure no one could go a day without hearing it, but that doesn't make it true. Have you ever heard it once from outside your own flock?'
Written By Margot
March 3, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Simone
It is so refreshing to meet a like mind.
Written By Eirene
March 3, 2017, 4:55 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Went to two duels. Drank a little at one, even more at the other. I even gave a fucking benediction in Lagoma's name at the second. I'm slowly shifting from civilian mode back into commander mode. Time to focus, time to prepare.
Time to do what I've been training my whole life to do; help ours and hurt theirs.
Time to do what I've been training my whole life to do; help ours and hurt theirs.
Written By Driskell
March 3, 2017, 4:36 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Thank you, Reflection, for the darkest of times. For this allows opportunity for all to overcome fears and use our newfound strength for the good of all. Without the darkness, light merely blinds, scorches and destroys.
Thank you for challenge, for without that, life would become stagnant.
Thank you for mortality, for without that, life becomes meaningless.
May all find solace, strength, purpose and meaning within the darkness. May we find the blessings in the Reflection.
Thank you for challenge, for without that, life would become stagnant.
Thank you for mortality, for without that, life becomes meaningless.
May all find solace, strength, purpose and meaning within the darkness. May we find the blessings in the Reflection.
Written By Talen
March 3, 2017, 4:33 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Princess Eleyna Velenosa, Hand of Lenosia. Black Widow no longer, we pray. My betrothed, soon to be married. Paler than a moonflower and sharper tongued than Mirror Blade, when she deems to be.
Written By Margot
March 3, 2017, 3:44 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
My husband. My partner. The one who has been at my side since the first day of my story and who I hope is by my side on the last.
Written By Serafine
March 3, 2017, 3:39 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
The nettle was entirely your idea, brother-mine. I was content to just cut at each other until the other one shrieked 'Uncle!' but no, no you had to go and smear your strange sadism (...or is it masochism?) all over the traditional duel.
I'm still quite pleased with your ability to handle the pain, and I will horde this favor until the most opportune time.
I'm still quite pleased with your ability to handle the pain, and I will horde this favor until the most opportune time.
Written By Talen
March 3, 2017, 12:35 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
There are sometimes matters that must be handled with questionable tactics, there are those who must play the villain so that others can be the hero in the stories we tell.
The world is not black and white, nor is there a single grey span in the middle of it but many shades.
The Mirrorguard will commit themselves under my lead to those tasks which others would refuse. In defense of the Velenosa, the Lyceum and the Compact as a whole, we will be the last to stand and the first to strike.
"Unbroken until the Thirteenth's final reap."
The world is not black and white, nor is there a single grey span in the middle of it but many shades.
The Mirrorguard will commit themselves under my lead to those tasks which others would refuse. In defense of the Velenosa, the Lyceum and the Compact as a whole, we will be the last to stand and the first to strike.
"Unbroken until the Thirteenth's final reap."
Written By Cassius
March 3, 2017, 10:30 a.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Three days back, one hundred men and women serving the Knights of Solace failed to report into their superiors. Every Knight actively patrolling in the Lower Boroughs is gone.
Had Felix and I not been in a meeting with Father Orazio, he and I both would have been on the streets that night.
Today more than ever, I seek the light and guidance of Gild.
Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS
Had Felix and I not been in a meeting with Father Orazio, he and I both would have been on the streets that night.
Today more than ever, I seek the light and guidance of Gild.
Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS
Written By Agnarr
March 3, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
All opportunity grabbing in the lower boroughs, it seems. Can't say the same of the knights, though.
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