Written By Cicero
Feb. 19, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Awful poetry
Journals read to those Questioned
They shall talk right quick
Journals read to those Questioned
They shall talk right quick
Written By Cicero
Feb. 19, 2017, 6:14 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
A welcome surprise
Time with the best company
And already missed
Time with the best company
And already missed
Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fiachra
Lord Fiachra is a man that I have come to call a friend. He's rode into battle with my sister and fought along side her. He has shown himself to me a man of honor and devotion. He is dedicated to his family the Greenmarch, to his liege the Telmar, and by extension his oath to the Valardin. He is also a damn fine archer and an excellent hunting companion.
I like him, even if he does occasionally send me a dispatch that makes me spit my tea.
I like him, even if he does occasionally send me a dispatch that makes me spit my tea.
Written By Luis
Feb. 19, 2017, 6:10 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
The wine from Granato, especially from 26 years ago, is a particular blend. It's conflicted in its tastes, just like the twins. I like that.
Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:52 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
The strength of the Greenmarch is always something that surprises me. In my personal ignorance, I always assume that our differences are going to be rift that I will never truly bridge. But constantly I am proven wrong, and no one proved me more wrong than Lady Eirlys. We could not be more different, and yet on some of the most important things, we are in complete agreement. Loyalty to family, and being willing to fight for them.
She's also a hell of a fighter, she rode with me in the battle of Pridehall and protected my flank and saved my life more than once, and she has also beaten me from pillar to post in armed practice in the Telmar gauntlet. That's the kind of warrior you want to have your back when battle comes.
She's also a hell of a fighter, she rode with me in the battle of Pridehall and protected my flank and saved my life more than once, and she has also beaten me from pillar to post in armed practice in the Telmar gauntlet. That's the kind of warrior you want to have your back when battle comes.
Written By Killian
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:51 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
So many losses, but none as profoundly hurtful to those i care about as the loss of the Igniseri twins. Pietro and Vincere were good men, good allies, and most of all beloved by those who knew them. My heart breaks every time I behold Cara and Ainsley, to see how they suffer for their loneliness and the pain of being torn away from the one that they loved. I pray the gods will grant them comfort from their pain, and justice against the ones who harmed them.
Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:35 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
When we lost Nadia Nightgold we lost one of our brightest ray's of light in all of the compact. She had a love for life that was nothing less than infectious. She was an ally and more importantly she was friend. Over the past year she would remind me often that I should take time to relax and enjoy this beautiful world we are part of. She'd always have ideas of things I should do, and I almost never found time to do any of them with her. There just always seemed like there would be time later.
Later never came.
She was a friend with a heart of honor, like greatest knights I ever knew, so I wanted to remember her as such.
My father had a tradition, would a knight in his service would fall, their arms and armor would be turned over to the knight's family, but my father would keep their spurs. In a small private ritual, he would bury the spurs in his chapel garden, a moment to those lost to battle in the most serene place he knew. I had a small pair of spurs made so I could honor Nadia's memory in the same way.
When I held them in my hand I started to turn them over and over, and I thought to myself how tiny and delicate they looked, just like Nadia. Then i promptly tore my thumb open with the point of one of the spurs. Again, just like Nadia, they looked small and delicate, but made of the strongest steel, the sharpest edges, and ready to humble you when you underestimate her.
Small, sharp and made of the strongest steel. That is how I will always remember my friend, Duchess Nadia Nightgold.
Later never came.
She was a friend with a heart of honor, like greatest knights I ever knew, so I wanted to remember her as such.
My father had a tradition, would a knight in his service would fall, their arms and armor would be turned over to the knight's family, but my father would keep their spurs. In a small private ritual, he would bury the spurs in his chapel garden, a moment to those lost to battle in the most serene place he knew. I had a small pair of spurs made so I could honor Nadia's memory in the same way.
When I held them in my hand I started to turn them over and over, and I thought to myself how tiny and delicate they looked, just like Nadia. Then i promptly tore my thumb open with the point of one of the spurs. Again, just like Nadia, they looked small and delicate, but made of the strongest steel, the sharpest edges, and ready to humble you when you underestimate her.
Small, sharp and made of the strongest steel. That is how I will always remember my friend, Duchess Nadia Nightgold.
Written By Calliope
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:28 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
It seems the new Duchess of Tyde more generous and gracious than I expected. She accepted my apology without reproach, and refrained from pressing her offer on me again. I do believe we may have found some common ground, some understanding. Perhaps the chance for a friendship is actually not as far as I'd thought? It remains to be seen.
Written By Owain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:28 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Drea
Princess. Shaman. Wise Woman. We met in the Stone Grove and talked. I'm going to learn a lot from her. I know it.
Written By Owain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:27 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
Met the Nightgold lord in the Spirits Inn and then a couple days later at the training center. Best fight I've had in a very long time. Though he put me on my ass, it could have probably gone the other way around. Gives me incentive to practice all the harder so I can win a rematch.
Written By Owain
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Met a bunch of Redrain people lately. What happens when you drink in their inn. I like them. It's comfortable there. It's like being among family even though they're not related. Not that I know of. I suppose there could be cousins there from Mother's side of the family.
Written By Silas
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.
Don't let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.
Don't let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.
Written By Victus
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:10 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calliope
Proving to be more useful than expected, even if she gulled me into dancing with her at the Masque. Though I'd met her in the past while doing business with her father, I'd never paid her much attention before. She is nothing like Duke Eugeine Grimhall, however. That is undeniably a compliment.
Not that, I'll admit, it takes much to improve on that standard.
She has my ear, for now.
Not that, I'll admit, it takes much to improve on that standard.
She has my ear, for now.
Written By Victus
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:06 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Gabriel
We have a new Regent.
He was the safe choice, the proven and experienced choice. There's nothing wrong with being the safe fucking choice. When a storm is bearing down on you, its only rational to put the experienced hands on the tiller.
Here's to him living up to his fucking reputation.
He was the safe choice, the proven and experienced choice. There's nothing wrong with being the safe fucking choice. When a storm is bearing down on you, its only rational to put the experienced hands on the tiller.
Here's to him living up to his fucking reputation.
Written By Sylvie
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
I persist, even through a broken heart. There is too much to be done, too much to protect, to wrap myself in mourning and never emerge, as I might want to do.
I smile, even as my blood drains from my body. As my fingers go numb, I will continue to politely converse and speak on the issues the Compact faces.
But I do remember everything that I have lost.
And I remember everything I still have.
Thank you, those who have reached out. Those that have helped me through. Those that would work with me to strengthen ourselves and face these coming dangers.
I smile, even as my blood drains from my body. As my fingers go numb, I will continue to politely converse and speak on the issues the Compact faces.
But I do remember everything that I have lost.
And I remember everything I still have.
Thank you, those who have reached out. Those that have helped me through. Those that would work with me to strengthen ourselves and face these coming dangers.
Written By Freja
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:36 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
The heart beats.
It races, ignited with the hunt and the impending battle.
Amid the clash of steel, the ringing of weapon against armor, arcing and singing through the air to cut through that deafening din.
Above all, it is the swift staccato I hear. The soldier's metronome to dictate the rhythm of my riposte and axe's rise.
I had once thought it imperative, vital that I find further use for it - but the song is false, the prose poison.
The blade is cunning, culling, and a straight a path as I'll ever need and I'll use it to carve out the fount of caustic cause if the beat ever skips to another's melody.
And thus, will vanish the thaw.
It races, ignited with the hunt and the impending battle.
Amid the clash of steel, the ringing of weapon against armor, arcing and singing through the air to cut through that deafening din.
Above all, it is the swift staccato I hear. The soldier's metronome to dictate the rhythm of my riposte and axe's rise.
I had once thought it imperative, vital that I find further use for it - but the song is false, the prose poison.
The blade is cunning, culling, and a straight a path as I'll ever need and I'll use it to carve out the fount of caustic cause if the beat ever skips to another's melody.
And thus, will vanish the thaw.
Written By Arcelia
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:14 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
My first days in Arx have been difficult only in that I must begin again. I must look inward now and determine how I can reflect myself upon the city. Where is my assistance most needed and how can I help? I am no warrior but that does not mean I will not fight for the people and attempt to send waves of Hope rippling outward. Without Hope how can we find courage in the dark?
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:12 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
A painting, submitted. Messily. A gulf, an gorge splitting two sides. The gorge is an unsteady dark, a dark lit dimly down below with fire. A dark scattered along the torn edges with stars. On the right hand, blood and rubble in the grass, swords and staves fallen in the grass. Upon a fallen pillar, a scrap of cloth tied to a fragile twist of stone. The hint of a scaled tail drifting into the farthest right side of the painting. Left side. Architectural sketches that bleed into each other, an average commoner's house bleeding mid-roof into the wing of a great manor bleeding suddenly into a parapet with stained glass windows. Towers topped with light, walls shattered, yet held together and fragile with cord. On top of one of the light-topped towers, a figure sits, perilously comfortable, watching the viewer expectantly.
Written By Drea
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:06 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
Sometimes, when I look into a person's eyes, I can see the very fiber of a person's being. When I see him, I see a jovial man, very gregarious as one would expect. When I look into his eyes though I see stone.
His otherself is a stoneman and I find that intriguing. There is an immense strength there, like that of a mountain.
His otherself is a stoneman and I find that intriguing. There is an immense strength there, like that of a mountain.
Written By Orazio
Feb. 19, 2017, 3:55 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcelia
A niece from the branch family. It is good to have another Saik in the city, and I feel certain that she will be fine company for Kima. And, hopefully, a chance to make a marriage alliance for the family - the Saiks have experienced far too much loss, and I hope that the gods see fit to grant them abundance in the next generations. Of the lady herself, I have nothing but praise. She is young, and looking for a purpose; I think she will find one in her own time, and we will all be the better for it. She strikes me as kind and soft-spoken. I hope to spend more time with her in the future.
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