Written By Lucita
April 7, 2018, 10:07 a.m.(7/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
You have a most remarkable fashion sense and boldness. Sometimes I don't know if to admire it or run the palm of my hand over my face. Still, looking over your choice of stylish garb (or lack of) for the day is often enough to coax out a smile instead of a somber sigh.
Aside to Scholar---Quit grinning, you KNOW what I meant, not a lack of garments, a lack of style!
Aside to Scholar---Quit grinning, you KNOW what I meant, not a lack of garments, a lack of style!
Written By Lucita
April 3, 2018, 11:04 a.m.(6/25/1008 AR)
For the first time since my husband was killed I felt a desire to create a song, or try to. It has been a struggle to try to keep my composure, take care of myself for the sake of the child I bear and try to oversee my house. Sometimes I do this better than other times and hope friends and family will be forgiving and understanding if at times I seem to misunderstand something when my thoughts are distracted or forget something. It is not intentional and I can tell, a little, that I am getting better.
The song is one some comments at a spar inspired. Lady Eirene sparred Sir Jeffeth. Prince Barric, Lord Karadoc, Curran and later Mirari were around. It is not one of my best, but.. it is a step back toward the solace I usually find in music and had been missing.
Rattle Me Bones
What do you do when grief and angers inside
When there's no place to go, nowhere to hide
When rage and tears form a tumultuous mix
Lady Eirene had found somewhat of a fix.
No retreat to home, that's not where she stayed
To the ring did she go with her armor and blade
"Lets spar" She challenged to all who could hear
"I'm not all that great, you've nothin' to fear."
No punching innocent nephews, pillows or walls
That's not the solution for which this calls
Replace one kind of pain with another type
"Come on, spar, atta few wounds I'll not gripe."
Trainin's ta be gained, that's all to the good
Face grief head-on, the way that we should
Blunt its sharp edge in a hard physical fight
Stay strong for duty, that's only what's right
Come rattle me bones, rattle me bones,
With blades or fists give grunts and groans,
Bloody fine mists and sore muscle burns
Grief'll fade a bit with the twists and turns.
The song is one some comments at a spar inspired. Lady Eirene sparred Sir Jeffeth. Prince Barric, Lord Karadoc, Curran and later Mirari were around. It is not one of my best, but.. it is a step back toward the solace I usually find in music and had been missing.
Rattle Me Bones
What do you do when grief and angers inside
When there's no place to go, nowhere to hide
When rage and tears form a tumultuous mix
Lady Eirene had found somewhat of a fix.
No retreat to home, that's not where she stayed
To the ring did she go with her armor and blade
"Lets spar" She challenged to all who could hear
"I'm not all that great, you've nothin' to fear."
No punching innocent nephews, pillows or walls
That's not the solution for which this calls
Replace one kind of pain with another type
"Come on, spar, atta few wounds I'll not gripe."
Trainin's ta be gained, that's all to the good
Face grief head-on, the way that we should
Blunt its sharp edge in a hard physical fight
Stay strong for duty, that's only what's right
Come rattle me bones, rattle me bones,
With blades or fists give grunts and groans,
Bloody fine mists and sore muscle burns
Grief'll fade a bit with the twists and turns.
Written By Lucita
March 30, 2018, 9:28 p.m.(6/17/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
If Karadoc offers escort, take him up on it. He's a good sport about things and very nicely supportive. If you feel a need along the course of the evening to give him a couple of punches or pinches, please don't hurt his writing arm and hand or black his eyes where he can't read, need him to work on some house reports. I 'd say I'd join you in the 'widow's corner' at the ball but don't know if I can bring myself to go to such a large gathering as I expect that will be quite yet. We'll do something else together later, Auntie.
Written By Lucita
March 28, 2018, 12:29 a.m.(6/10/1008 AR)
Friends and family, well wishers and a gathering of curious seabirds, Laughter, tears, stories of heroism, humor, past loves, poignant moments with hugs, promises of support and protection. Whiskey, food and the reassuring presence of ones that were not expected to attend the gathering. We mourn and we celebrate. Estaban made a difference, an impact on so many lives this ....
---the words trail off unsteadily then resume with greater strength. ---
Thank each and every person who was there, you presence helped ease the sorrow and bring a bit of peace to those mourning.
---the words trail off unsteadily then resume with greater strength. ---
Thank each and every person who was there, you presence helped ease the sorrow and bring a bit of peace to those mourning.
Written By Lucita
March 26, 2018, 11:40 a.m.(6/7/1008 AR)
What a shame that it takes such terrible things happening to make one realize just how strong they really are inside, just how much they can tolerate without being completely shattered. Having been told it is guessed that my grief will never end, and hearing of potential endless years of solitude and how all that is beautiful comes to an end even as I feel the flutter of new life within me, I have discovered anew that I have the heart of a Saik Lion linked with the inborn ability of an Igniseri to rise from the painful flames of devastation and continue onward. I will endure. I will survive. I will do my best for the people of Saikland Greens, my fealty, my children, and myself. I will NOT be quenched.
(aside to the Scholar recording this: No, Scholar, when I want to mention a name, I do so. I am grateful to them for teaching me more about myself.)
(aside to the Scholar recording this: No, Scholar, when I want to mention a name, I do so. I am grateful to them for teaching me more about myself.)
Written By Lucita
March 21, 2018, 11:09 a.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Estaban, oh, my sweet Estie. We both knew there was risk, that one or both of us might not return but we chose to put our fears aside and do our duty, what had to be done. It just hurts so much, so very much. You had an impact on so many lives, meant so much to a great number of people. I'm not the only one hurting, you have friends who love..loved you, too.
I have trouble thinking of you as gone. I miss the sound of your voice, your laugh, the teasing note in your voice, the strength in the commands you'd give and your fierce determination, or your gentle words. I miss the way your arms comfort and drive away the simple nightmares of the horrors we had seen. I miss your patience, your wisdom, the way you opened up and shared your thoughts, your worries, your feeling with me, the way you sought my suggestions and listened, really listened to me. Every time I start to write tears start to flow. Some things are just too painful too personal to think about right now when I don't have the luxury of giving way to more grief. I have to be strong, for our child or children, to make my way back home and let Lord Vomas know, to try to handle things there, the way you wanted me to do. You have left me friends and family to help get through this, my mind knows this, but right now it is hard to not feel so alone, so lost without you.
We make...made a good team, Estie, both for our house, the Saiks, and as a couple. I'll try to not let you down. It is just so..damned ...hard. We had too little time together, and that small child, that little flutter I feel within me will have no time at all with you. My heart breaks.
I have trouble thinking of you as gone. I miss the sound of your voice, your laugh, the teasing note in your voice, the strength in the commands you'd give and your fierce determination, or your gentle words. I miss the way your arms comfort and drive away the simple nightmares of the horrors we had seen. I miss your patience, your wisdom, the way you opened up and shared your thoughts, your worries, your feeling with me, the way you sought my suggestions and listened, really listened to me. Every time I start to write tears start to flow. Some things are just too painful too personal to think about right now when I don't have the luxury of giving way to more grief. I have to be strong, for our child or children, to make my way back home and let Lord Vomas know, to try to handle things there, the way you wanted me to do. You have left me friends and family to help get through this, my mind knows this, but right now it is hard to not feel so alone, so lost without you.
We make...made a good team, Estie, both for our house, the Saiks, and as a couple. I'll try to not let you down. It is just so..damned ...hard. We had too little time together, and that small child, that little flutter I feel within me will have no time at all with you. My heart breaks.
Written By Lucita
March 20, 2018, 7:22 p.m.(5/23/1008 AR)
The fleets battle ended and they were heading back to port, Princesses Tikva, Sorrel and
I had tried our best, hoping we had been able to keep the morale of our troops bolstered.
Silently we sipped water or wine to sooth our throats. As we stood there, darkness started
to grow over the water and we started to feel a sickening feeling that something was
coming toward the ground troops, those on the wall and in the towers.
Lord Corban Telmar stood in a position to guard Princess Sorrel Thrax. Lord Ian Kennex
kept our Thrax guards, Red with the table-smashing temper, Svenson (who was told by Ian
that we's sing about him some day) and the others in position to face whatever it was,
archers, attackers, some with shields to surround us. A lantern with the eternal flame
burned beside us and holy water nearby and Archlector Madeleine stood supportively with us,
prayers and reassurance offered. Spaced in positions to defend us stood Lord Theron
Mazetti, Shard, Adalyn Clement, Elyse, Princess Serafine Velenosa, Lady Regla Navegant,
Dame Leta Broadbent, and someone wearing a skull mask. Brave souls, one and all and ones
to whom we owe our lives.
Then it emerged from the sea, a huge monster, reaching from the ground to the top of the
tower in which we stood. It had dozens of globular whitish-grey eyes, blue-black tough
skin the color of a bruised corpse coated with algae. Scaly lips framed teeth that were
long and sharp as daggers, and tentacles, it had so many of them, this creature with a
nightmare-ish image. people had seen one like it before, just off the beach in Arx. It
gave a keening wail and attacked.
Archers tried for the eyes with some effect. Our shield wall of guards surrounded us so
only glimpses of a fierce battle were seen but that was enough to earn those brave
warriors respect and thanks for their skill, their protection as it advanced on us. We
sang to our defenders, encouraging bravery, inspiring songs and prayers for their safety.
When one of the tentacles was lopped off, it did not slow the beast that much, instead
the tentacle writhed and grew, turned into a second beast, giving not one but two to be
fought. Shard and Theron were injured but fought on. Teamwork showed in each movement we were
able to glimpse. Adalyn being the most wounded wisely withdrew to let fresher, unhurt
fighters take her place. As the first creature was killed by Lord Corban, the tentacle
beast consumed it and grew, soon as large as the first had been and as vicious. Lord Ian
remained calm, keeping the Thrax soldiers focused and together.
And another different attack began, our foe has something that wailed counterpoint to
the prayers and songs we sang for the soldiers and fear began to grow, our efforts losing
their effect until we changed the order of them and varied the wording of our prayers and
songs more, to slip past the wails. Regla took a hard blow from a tentacle. Shard wound up
with the beast trying to bite her face and jammed her cobalt blade between its teeth,
trying to fend it off, and it vomited forth a third monster amid splattered nauseating
icky stuff and smashed her in the head with a stone tablet. Lord Theron took more damage,
shouting his ribs were broken. I am not sure who killed the tentacle monster, perhaps Leta
Broadbend from what could hear, but the men holding the wall of shields around us blocked
view.
Archlector Madeleine seemed to work tirelessly to pray and encourage everyone to give
just a little more, trying to instill calm and confidence. The singers were nearing the
limit of what we could do, voices straining and weakening, growing hoarse as pain grew in
our throats. Our efforts came at a cost. Princess Tikva collapsed, unconscious and blood
seeping from her nose as exhaustion overwhelmed her just as Shard struck the fatal blow to
the third and last monster and the wailing faded away.
And there the story ends. Princess Tikva recovered and is well. There was much out of my
view, so could not mention each defender's contribution the way it deserves, but know we
would not be here today without them. Thank you.'.
I had tried our best, hoping we had been able to keep the morale of our troops bolstered.
Silently we sipped water or wine to sooth our throats. As we stood there, darkness started
to grow over the water and we started to feel a sickening feeling that something was
coming toward the ground troops, those on the wall and in the towers.
Lord Corban Telmar stood in a position to guard Princess Sorrel Thrax. Lord Ian Kennex
kept our Thrax guards, Red with the table-smashing temper, Svenson (who was told by Ian
that we's sing about him some day) and the others in position to face whatever it was,
archers, attackers, some with shields to surround us. A lantern with the eternal flame
burned beside us and holy water nearby and Archlector Madeleine stood supportively with us,
prayers and reassurance offered. Spaced in positions to defend us stood Lord Theron
Mazetti, Shard, Adalyn Clement, Elyse, Princess Serafine Velenosa, Lady Regla Navegant,
Dame Leta Broadbent, and someone wearing a skull mask. Brave souls, one and all and ones
to whom we owe our lives.
Then it emerged from the sea, a huge monster, reaching from the ground to the top of the
tower in which we stood. It had dozens of globular whitish-grey eyes, blue-black tough
skin the color of a bruised corpse coated with algae. Scaly lips framed teeth that were
long and sharp as daggers, and tentacles, it had so many of them, this creature with a
nightmare-ish image. people had seen one like it before, just off the beach in Arx. It
gave a keening wail and attacked.
Archers tried for the eyes with some effect. Our shield wall of guards surrounded us so
only glimpses of a fierce battle were seen but that was enough to earn those brave
warriors respect and thanks for their skill, their protection as it advanced on us. We
sang to our defenders, encouraging bravery, inspiring songs and prayers for their safety.
When one of the tentacles was lopped off, it did not slow the beast that much, instead
the tentacle writhed and grew, turned into a second beast, giving not one but two to be
fought. Shard and Theron were injured but fought on. Teamwork showed in each movement we were
able to glimpse. Adalyn being the most wounded wisely withdrew to let fresher, unhurt
fighters take her place. As the first creature was killed by Lord Corban, the tentacle
beast consumed it and grew, soon as large as the first had been and as vicious. Lord Ian
remained calm, keeping the Thrax soldiers focused and together.
And another different attack began, our foe has something that wailed counterpoint to
the prayers and songs we sang for the soldiers and fear began to grow, our efforts losing
their effect until we changed the order of them and varied the wording of our prayers and
songs more, to slip past the wails. Regla took a hard blow from a tentacle. Shard wound up
with the beast trying to bite her face and jammed her cobalt blade between its teeth,
trying to fend it off, and it vomited forth a third monster amid splattered nauseating
icky stuff and smashed her in the head with a stone tablet. Lord Theron took more damage,
shouting his ribs were broken. I am not sure who killed the tentacle monster, perhaps Leta
Broadbend from what could hear, but the men holding the wall of shields around us blocked
view.
Archlector Madeleine seemed to work tirelessly to pray and encourage everyone to give
just a little more, trying to instill calm and confidence. The singers were nearing the
limit of what we could do, voices straining and weakening, growing hoarse as pain grew in
our throats. Our efforts came at a cost. Princess Tikva collapsed, unconscious and blood
seeping from her nose as exhaustion overwhelmed her just as Shard struck the fatal blow to
the third and last monster and the wailing faded away.
And there the story ends. Princess Tikva recovered and is well. There was much out of my
view, so could not mention each defender's contribution the way it deserves, but know we
would not be here today without them. Thank you.'.
Written By Lucita
March 19, 2018, 11:58 a.m.(5/21/1008 AR)
We watched from the walls with Lord Ian and a group of Thrax soldiers, the Valorous Few standing guard over us as in the distance family, friends, respected brave persons faced an enemy fleet that darkened the horizon. The city sounds seemed near muted from the usual as we stared with somber expressions over the battlements and out of towers. Our eyes strained to watch the many colored sails of the compact ships, some with oars giving a flutter of motion, become a barrier to the passage of a motley huge fleet. There had been warnings from those who fought at Maelstrom of what tactics the enemy might use, madness, fear, zealots, creatures.
Not all songs and prayers are ones that resound over crowds but are sometimes little more than a whisper on the wind of almost-heard reverent, fervent words or just a feeling. Not all neatly rhyme or have a flowing melody, sometimes they just hold intent and purpose. Ours was not to attack but to balance what foul things were being used against us, to defend, to even the battlefield.
--We'll sing together side by side
--Praying the Gods will bless and guide.
--Against madness let our songs be a shield
--So to abyssal influence they shall not yield.
Along with those of us keeping watch from the wall were others singing and praying with Brother Driskell and Archlector Roran in the Hypaethral of the Setarco Star, so many people joining together in a common hope, a common goal even where words may have varied. I do not know all their names to recognize them all. Still this is to thank them, whether we succeeded or not the effort was made.
--We sing to inspire our warriors today
--Keep them protected against come what may
--Sing to help stop our enemy's advance
--And to strengthen our soldiers' stance.
We watched as the fleets maneuvered, angling for advantage, trying to prevent our lines from being broken. Some along the wall tried to explain the strategy and tactics being done. Others silently watched. A few ships shuddered when struck, floundered, sank, both ours and those of the enemy. We saw some of our fleet ramming enemy ships. We knew men would be lost, drowned or falling prey to things in the water and there would be the pain of loss for some of us. More of the enemy sank than ours. And still we kept vigil, praying, singing while we watched.
--We sing based on our faith and belief,
--Songs to comfort when there is grief,
--Songs of truth to help unfetter minds,
--Songs of hope and of peace to find.
For hours we sang and prayed as the fleets battled, not knowing if what we did had any effect or not yet fierce in the efforts Princesses Tikva, Sorrel and I made. Exhausted, voices straining we did not stop till we saw our fleet's victory and them returning to shore. But it was not over, not for us. Something did not like what we did, and it came for us.
Not all songs and prayers are ones that resound over crowds but are sometimes little more than a whisper on the wind of almost-heard reverent, fervent words or just a feeling. Not all neatly rhyme or have a flowing melody, sometimes they just hold intent and purpose. Ours was not to attack but to balance what foul things were being used against us, to defend, to even the battlefield.
--We'll sing together side by side
--Praying the Gods will bless and guide.
--Against madness let our songs be a shield
--So to abyssal influence they shall not yield.
Along with those of us keeping watch from the wall were others singing and praying with Brother Driskell and Archlector Roran in the Hypaethral of the Setarco Star, so many people joining together in a common hope, a common goal even where words may have varied. I do not know all their names to recognize them all. Still this is to thank them, whether we succeeded or not the effort was made.
--We sing to inspire our warriors today
--Keep them protected against come what may
--Sing to help stop our enemy's advance
--And to strengthen our soldiers' stance.
We watched as the fleets maneuvered, angling for advantage, trying to prevent our lines from being broken. Some along the wall tried to explain the strategy and tactics being done. Others silently watched. A few ships shuddered when struck, floundered, sank, both ours and those of the enemy. We saw some of our fleet ramming enemy ships. We knew men would be lost, drowned or falling prey to things in the water and there would be the pain of loss for some of us. More of the enemy sank than ours. And still we kept vigil, praying, singing while we watched.
--We sing based on our faith and belief,
--Songs to comfort when there is grief,
--Songs of truth to help unfetter minds,
--Songs of hope and of peace to find.
For hours we sang and prayed as the fleets battled, not knowing if what we did had any effect or not yet fierce in the efforts Princesses Tikva, Sorrel and I made. Exhausted, voices straining we did not stop till we saw our fleet's victory and them returning to shore. But it was not over, not for us. Something did not like what we did, and it came for us.
Written By Lucita
March 16, 2018, 10:39 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
The services within the Setarco Star were moving, both uplifting, comforting and sad all at the same time. The disciples there sang 'Prayers before Battle' and to hear it used, to know it seemed to matter to others brought tears to my eyes.
Written By Lucita
March 15, 2018, 10:55 a.m.(5/13/1008 AR)
Notes: Setarco market vendor foods currently available despite the flood of soldiers and sailors to the city: Fried stuff, lots of fried stuff. The short stick shaped ones can be fish (tasty but sometimes bony) or potatoes or cheese though all look the same. The half circle shaped ones were some kind of filling with apples and raisins, like a pie but fried instead of baked. And the round ones had a little chocolate flavor though the rest of it was a mystery, and the oblong ones were eggy cheese meat filled. Kabobs, watery lemon flavored water, slabs of meat on a piece of bread. Some was familiar, some was not. Setarco wines (in moderation) helped wash it all down no matter what type food it was.
Written By Lucita
March 13, 2018, 8:11 p.m.(5/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
When I was writing the song, Standing Watch, it was Princess Alarissa Thrax with whom had the most interactions, and worked with during the timeframe was remembering. Others were helpful also, but she always had suggestions and encouragement for city residents remaining behind and helped keep morale and hope high. I am thankful to them all.
Written By Lucita
March 13, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(5/9/1008 AR)
'Standing Watch', a song for those who keep watch over Arx
This is a poignant song in 3/4 time. (Arvum waltz) After each short verse, music repeats
without vocals, representing time's passage and repeats several more times as the song ends.
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When I stand watch on the wall, I'm the one who tries not to show
There's worry in every thought, dreading the time you have to go.
While standing watch on the wall, as one who has to stay behind,
Sometimes inside I rage and cry, life sometimes can be unkind.
Here I stand watch on the wall, taking care that none will see
How I long to have friends back, but that's the way it has to be.
I stand my watch upon the wall, overcoming fears again this day,
Showing strength till you return, and praying while you are away.
Again I stand watch on the wall, countin' hours till you're here.
Helping others pass the time, hoping soon your voice we'll hear.
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Note: The inspiration of this song came from observing others during past crisis. People
remaining in Arx worked as a team to help morale, protect the city, aiding each other,
standing watch in their own ways. While not upbeat and perky, strength and courage that
our 'Watchmen' have is acknowledged. 04/25/1008 AR ~Baroness Lucita Saik
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This is a poignant song in 3/4 time. (Arvum waltz) After each short verse, music repeats
without vocals, representing time's passage and repeats several more times as the song ends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I stand watch on the wall, I'm the one who tries not to show
There's worry in every thought, dreading the time you have to go.
While standing watch on the wall, as one who has to stay behind,
Sometimes inside I rage and cry, life sometimes can be unkind.
Here I stand watch on the wall, taking care that none will see
How I long to have friends back, but that's the way it has to be.
I stand my watch upon the wall, overcoming fears again this day,
Showing strength till you return, and praying while you are away.
Again I stand watch on the wall, countin' hours till you're here.
Helping others pass the time, hoping soon your voice we'll hear.
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Note: The inspiration of this song came from observing others during past crisis. People
remaining in Arx worked as a team to help morale, protect the city, aiding each other,
standing watch in their own ways. While not upbeat and perky, strength and courage that
our 'Watchmen' have is acknowledged. 04/25/1008 AR ~Baroness Lucita Saik
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Written By Lucita
March 5, 2018, 1:13 p.m.(4/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jacque
How right you are, newly wed couples deploying in different groups... sea/ground or different whole areas. I'll discretely not mention the various meanings the word 'exciting' may bring to mind.
Written By Lucita
March 5, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Prayers before Battle, a poem that may also be sung
Gods of Arvum, we say this prayer
Of the thanks and respect you're due.
And then our simple hopes we'll share.
And humbly ask a blessing of you.
Aion whose complex dream we live
We strive to keep your dream strong.
We thank you for the world you give
And hope that we will do no wrong.
Gild, sweet Gild, caring and true
You watch over travelers each day
We think it'll aid get them through
If we help fend the enemies away.
Gloria, when the battle draws near
Let us not view the enemy in dismay
But to meet the enemy without fear
And honor you if we fight today.
Jayus you inspire to greater heights
To create things of essential beauty.
Weapons and armor in the coming fights
Will help soldiers perform their duty.
Lagoma, Lagoma, our Lady of Change
Battles reshape from start to end.
And as far and wide they'll range
Our tactics must change to defend.
Limerance our God of vows and trust,
We honor the words that were spoken,
To seek to counter the enemy's thrust,
And try our best so our words unbroken.
Mangata, Strong Lady of Water and Wind
Your brave struggle we take to heart
As you resist your foe, prayers we send.
Your example inspires as battles start.
Petrichor, it is on your beaches and land
That brave men have summoned their courage.
There our soldiers gather to make a stand
And ready to face our foes, our scourge.
Queen of Endings, it is a comfort to know
You'll be there if an ally's cycle may end.
And that a return to life you might bestow.
To let those brave hero's new story begin.
Sentinel, you see and don't forget
It is the righteous that you guard
When they fall under an enemy threat.
To see your fair justice is not hard.
Skald, God of sweet freedoms and choice
An end to freedom enemies seek to bring.
Thus did we decide to raise our voice
It's freedom and hope to which we cling.
Tehom, helps us understand and face
Our inner self, who we've come to be.
Overcoming our flaws with good grace
To withstand an enemy, not bend a knee.
Vellichor, God of knowledge and histories
Without you we would all become lost
You have facts to help solve mysteries
So our battles are fought with less cost.
To all the Gods we pray today
Please guide us along our path
Bless our efforts along the way
To withstand our enemy's wrath.
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Composed 04/19/1008 AR by Baroness Lucita Saik
A prayer that may also be sung before battles.
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Gods of Arvum, we say this prayer
Of the thanks and respect you're due.
And then our simple hopes we'll share.
And humbly ask a blessing of you.
Aion whose complex dream we live
We strive to keep your dream strong.
We thank you for the world you give
And hope that we will do no wrong.
Gild, sweet Gild, caring and true
You watch over travelers each day
We think it'll aid get them through
If we help fend the enemies away.
Gloria, when the battle draws near
Let us not view the enemy in dismay
But to meet the enemy without fear
And honor you if we fight today.
Jayus you inspire to greater heights
To create things of essential beauty.
Weapons and armor in the coming fights
Will help soldiers perform their duty.
Lagoma, Lagoma, our Lady of Change
Battles reshape from start to end.
And as far and wide they'll range
Our tactics must change to defend.
Limerance our God of vows and trust,
We honor the words that were spoken,
To seek to counter the enemy's thrust,
And try our best so our words unbroken.
Mangata, Strong Lady of Water and Wind
Your brave struggle we take to heart
As you resist your foe, prayers we send.
Your example inspires as battles start.
Petrichor, it is on your beaches and land
That brave men have summoned their courage.
There our soldiers gather to make a stand
And ready to face our foes, our scourge.
Queen of Endings, it is a comfort to know
You'll be there if an ally's cycle may end.
And that a return to life you might bestow.
To let those brave hero's new story begin.
Sentinel, you see and don't forget
It is the righteous that you guard
When they fall under an enemy threat.
To see your fair justice is not hard.
Skald, God of sweet freedoms and choice
An end to freedom enemies seek to bring.
Thus did we decide to raise our voice
It's freedom and hope to which we cling.
Tehom, helps us understand and face
Our inner self, who we've come to be.
Overcoming our flaws with good grace
To withstand an enemy, not bend a knee.
Vellichor, God of knowledge and histories
Without you we would all become lost
You have facts to help solve mysteries
So our battles are fought with less cost.
To all the Gods we pray today
Please guide us along our path
Bless our efforts along the way
To withstand our enemy's wrath.
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Composed 04/19/1008 AR by Baroness Lucita Saik
A prayer that may also be sung before battles.
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Written By Lucita
March 3, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(4/17/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
Interesting how one can grow so tired of ginger-peppermint tea yet be thankful for it at the same time.
Written By Lucita
March 1, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Master Authur in Bracers and Bootstraps finally finished my new armor! It does not bind and pinch as much as my old armor and it is already broken in, no squeaks and squawks when I move around. It is supposed to protect better than the old set I had. I hope so!
Written By Lucita
Feb. 24, 2018, 10:57 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
So savvy to have patrons of the tea shop be randomly have names drawn and given a gift! I'm enjoying the book sent me. Thank you Baron Silas.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 24, 2018, 10:49 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Hmmm, will have to show you Prince Ainsley's journal entry. Foot rubs. Something to look forward to later, maybe.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 15, 2018, 9:31 a.m.(3/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
Snicker. Kidnapped...Uh Huh! Giggle.
I'm glad that you were able to play along and that at long last you are finding out just how much fun the unexpected, and playful flirting can be. Your betrothed has hidden depths below that formal, dignified surface. Good to see you are avoiding tedium and enjoying each other's company.
I'm glad that you were able to play along and that at long last you are finding out just how much fun the unexpected, and playful flirting can be. Your betrothed has hidden depths below that formal, dignified surface. Good to see you are avoiding tedium and enjoying each other's company.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 13, 2018, 11:08 p.m.(3/4/1008 AR)
Gasp, Blush! Brother Driskell used the song I wrote as a hymn! What a wonderful surprise to hear it sung by others and its purpose understood. Thank you Brother Driskell.
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