Written By Preston
Feb. 6, 2017, 2:31 a.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fawkuhl
I know you as the man, then Legate, who saw an orphan child left to the church and in that child saw something of value.
I know you as the man who when I questioned, when I wondered, when I worried, I could always go to and ask for advice, and when I took that advice into the world it made me a better man.
I know you as the man who at every turn encouraged me. When I doubted you showed listened to me and heard me and gave me the time I needed to understand.
I know you as the man who told me that in this world where the future seemed written in the hands of the great, an orphan bound to no family or land could be more then the lowest of the low, that if I had faith I could matter.
I know you as a man who smiled with warmth and laughed.
I know you as a man.
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And may the gods have mercy on us all.
Written By Aureth
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:54 a.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
A year ago, my life was, oh, about the same as it was five years before. I lived at the Murder because my clientele was largely in the Lower Boroughs and because the rent was cheap and because, I think, it annoyed Mother -- I never understood why, although now I do, but my fortunes have changed enough that it's far too late to move to the house in the Uppers. I told fortunes and read the cards and read the bowl, and did occasional errands for Michal, or Moira, and why not? I foresaw no change for me. I foresaw none of this. I had no particular responsibilities. I had no particular duties. I had no particular ambitions, or goals, or nightmares.
Today.
I run a business now, and people's livelihoods depend on choices I make. People who don't necessarily have anywhere else to go. Murder ain't a charity, but ... times are tough all over. My mother, who I thought would live forever like the dragon her temper made her resemble, is dead. My daughter is one of the foremost weaponsmiths of the whole city. I love her as I have never loved anything in my life and I worry for her every day. I pay a giant hulk of a man to follow her around and keep her safe even though I have no idea what from. I care about everything I never cared about before. I have people ... family ... under my protection and I feel -- things -- about that.
And I pray more. On purpose.
And call down the nightmares. Hah.
Funny old thing, life.
Written By Halsim
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Written By Eirlys
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:09 a.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Written By Leta
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:04 a.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
I know some folk don't like titles and nobles and such, and that's fine by me. That's not my way of thinking, and I've my thoughts on how I'd rather not be high-born, but that's all I have to say.
But I'd rather folk would just make up their mind, as it leaves a woman not knowing what to call folk, when one fellow will frown for calling him Prince in the baths, and another will want you flogged for not calling them by their proper title on the street, and it gets so I feel like I ought to be taking notes so I remember who to call this and who to call that, and where and when, and whether that's my Lord or your Highness, or just hey there you bastard, if you pardon.
I'm sure noble sorts get this with their mother's milk, or nursemaid more like it, or they just don't proper care, but they ought to spare a thought for us common folk who haven't had the same learning.
Written By Muiryn
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:03 a.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Written By Morrighan
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:58 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Written By Muiryn
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:58 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Time moves a little slower there. The trees shiver when they freeze 'cause the winters there are so severe. Seemed like we were nowhere near anywhere known, just us and the woods.
The locals there had a sense of pride, more than most, showing up to the March just to show off. Not that it's a small group or nothing, just always seemed like it for the faces you knew, and characters that made it what it was. The four old men that sit about taking a load off, just to watch the sun pass over head; philosophizing between friends like they're born shamans by the bench of the old well. That's where they'd sit pulling out prophecies like they knew something.
Be the same thing every other day: they tell me they got advice; sure thing boys. And they tell me how the harvests will yield profit 'cause a swallow went and sat itself precariously on the right plant; conspiracies of the east and south, something wild about the north and how the spirits whisper it true. I always think to tell them the spirits would have them turned up off that seat for the shit they'd go on about. I'd never say what I'd be thinking though, 'cause I'm a gentleman, but then again most of us are.
Sometimes feels like there's no point saying where I'm from, only where I'm close to. I could bring out a map and show anyone where the March is but I'd still get looked sideways and treated like I'm backwards. And that's just fine, I'd be happy enough to go get back to where the time moves a little slower. Where a day can feel like a week, and a week like it spans a whole damn year.
Here I am, living in the days when it sounds like everyone's saying "What a time to be alive" and I still feel out of place like I'm from another realm; just seems I'm stuck in another time.
It's like we ride through life, right in the shadow of the old world. And it's never quiet at night here, not like the untamed world I left behind.
Not matter where I go, it will always be home.
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Written By Serafine
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
But there's often a bath waiting for me, and bright blue eyes not far away, the smile she saves just for me. She tsks over my wounds and fixes me up, kisses me until I forget about the things I've seen, wraps me up in those powerful arms of hers and puts me to bed in every way she possibly can.
I see her eyes get worried too, when I jump head first into things she doesn't understand. I try to explain to her that it's all tangled, that I don't make sense of it either and I just leave it be, keep turning the wheels to see what the other side brings.
I can't fathom the will of the gods, especially now. But I won't give back what They've given me. Not ever. I will simply say 'thank you' and roll over into her arms and hold tight, and count myself one of the lucky ones.
Written By Brianna
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:53 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calathane
Written By Brianna
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:51 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
Written By Ferrando
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Written By Sylvie
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:36 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
I cannot state how much better I feel, every day that I breath in Gemecitta air. Every day I wake in my bed on Crowned Hill. Every step I take through the city streets, walking along the crumbled wall. I must return once my task here is done, but sometimes--. I think about staying. Keeping up my evening conversations with my father, debating faith and politics. Breaking bread in the kitchens with my mother in the mornings.
I love you all, my people.
Written By Leta
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
War fills my purse, and I don't apologize for it. I don't apologize for the earning or for the spending. I bought myself red steel to fight those things coming our way, and I bought myself an earring with a pearl the size of a walnut, because it's pretty and pricey and because I can.
This time it's not blood money, not the usual kind, but the blood of unnatural things. And this makes a woman wonder whether I'd rather be fighting a proper war against common folk. I'd rather die by steel than by sorcery. But I think I'd rather kill these Bringers than people that bleed like me, not that blood on my silver ever turned my wine bitter.
I keep thinking about such things. Even caught myself wondering if I've a right to be happy when things are the way they are and folk are grieving, and even more folk are bound to be grieving soon. But it could bloody well be me next week, or the other, and in my line of work more than others, and I'd be a right fool if I kept myself from cheer because someone else is in mourning. We live while we live, not a day longer.
So that's all I was thinking of. I think I feel better after writing it. So next time I get asked if I'm happy, I believe I'll just say yes.
Written By Anabelle
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:33 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
I think the part that surprised me the most is that it made me the voice. I never expected to have that sort of position in the house. I thought I would just be married off one day and that would be the end of it. I spent a lot of my time shirking my studies partly for that reason, the rest because - let's face it - studying is boring. And now look what that's earned me.
I'm the voice.
By the Gods what did I get myself into.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Invite Silas Mercier to my reception.
He's in my defense party, so-
Written By Silas
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Written By Neve
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:02 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
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