Written By Samantha
Jan. 18, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
Many things are happening now that will have an effect on the state of Arvum. Some will think me superficial because I do not write to discuss them, but rather to speak of something personal, possibly girlish in consideration. But my need to put my thoughts down doesn't mean that I don't care about what has passed - I think anyone who knows me knows better than to think so.
I have been pondering the nature of love.
I thought I loved someone, but have come to realize it was an infatuation. Built I think, from a kind of hero-worship that occurred in childhood, and easily flourished by manner and appearance. Confession lead to rejection as kind as can be offered given the circumstances, and if affection at times lingers, I truly endeavor to bear no grudge or resentment. As time passes, I see the points at which we would be incompatible in our natures for such an involvement, or even that while it might have been mutually satisfying on a physical level, I think emotionally it would have left much to be desired for both of us.
Only weeks later, I met someone else. We became acquaintances, then friends, and then...something more. His belief in the nature and purpose of nobility, his honor, his bravery - they remind me a great deal of Gabriel. We talk about our mutual cares, and find ourselves engaging in efforts to bolster up the other. I inspire him. He inspires me. When we touch, it feels sacred.
I do not know what the future holds, or if there even is a future. But now I know the difference, I think, between infatuation and love.
I have been pondering the nature of love.
I thought I loved someone, but have come to realize it was an infatuation. Built I think, from a kind of hero-worship that occurred in childhood, and easily flourished by manner and appearance. Confession lead to rejection as kind as can be offered given the circumstances, and if affection at times lingers, I truly endeavor to bear no grudge or resentment. As time passes, I see the points at which we would be incompatible in our natures for such an involvement, or even that while it might have been mutually satisfying on a physical level, I think emotionally it would have left much to be desired for both of us.
Only weeks later, I met someone else. We became acquaintances, then friends, and then...something more. His belief in the nature and purpose of nobility, his honor, his bravery - they remind me a great deal of Gabriel. We talk about our mutual cares, and find ourselves engaging in efforts to bolster up the other. I inspire him. He inspires me. When we touch, it feels sacred.
I do not know what the future holds, or if there even is a future. But now I know the difference, I think, between infatuation and love.
Written By Bethany
Jan. 18, 2017, 1:21 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
Deepwood serenity, Old Oak cider.
Constantly present, still beside her.
Constantly present, still beside her.
Written By Isolde
Jan. 18, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
We are never alone, dear ones.
The sun will rise when the moon sets, and we shall rise to be the people we were meant to be. Children though we are in our brief lives, we have within us the Strength to be mighty.
Let those with the luxury of no burden of leadership take comfort in those that do, for in blessed days and cursed nights, we grow, thrive, and overcome.
May our pride bring us the strength to mold our future, and not be chained by our past.
The sun will rise when the moon sets, and we shall rise to be the people we were meant to be. Children though we are in our brief lives, we have within us the Strength to be mighty.
Let those with the luxury of no burden of leadership take comfort in those that do, for in blessed days and cursed nights, we grow, thrive, and overcome.
May our pride bring us the strength to mold our future, and not be chained by our past.
Written By Ida
Jan. 18, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
Apparently it was perhaps for the best that I slept several nights in the back room of the shop rather than my quarters at the Valardin estate. Maybe as much for me as for the Compact. On the plus side, I am nearly caught up with my work and can look forward to a shitton of whiskey and maybe even some good brawls sooner than I thought I might.
Written By Julea
Jan. 18, 2017, 12:26 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)
What is done, is done. We can't change that, but we can change what happens next. We can either spend the next few weeks bickering and throwing around accusations, as to who did what worse, who started it, what fuck up was worse, and passing on the blame, demanding compensation. Fighting and bickering and more fighting.
Or we can prepare. We can seek out the knowledge we need to win this, with as few lives lost as possible. Instead of wasting time we don't have, that's all too precious. Time that might mean saving the lives of dozens.. hundreds, maybe even thousands of people. We have a lot to do, and we don't even know how much time we have. Tactics and planning matter as does knowledge. Preparation, arms, training.
This fight against the incoming Bringers, against the Undead, against everything else that would stand against Arx, is not one we can afford to lose.
Or we can prepare. We can seek out the knowledge we need to win this, with as few lives lost as possible. Instead of wasting time we don't have, that's all too precious. Time that might mean saving the lives of dozens.. hundreds, maybe even thousands of people. We have a lot to do, and we don't even know how much time we have. Tactics and planning matter as does knowledge. Preparation, arms, training.
This fight against the incoming Bringers, against the Undead, against everything else that would stand against Arx, is not one we can afford to lose.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 18, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
Amidst all this upheaval all I can think is now I'll never know what the answer to Norever's riddle is. And apparently I was first runner up thus so far in 'Favorite But Wrong'.
Actually that isn't the first thing I can think of, but in light of the severity of ongoings I'll refrain from being crass. This time.
Actually that isn't the first thing I can think of, but in light of the severity of ongoings I'll refrain from being crass. This time.
Written By Merek
Jan. 18, 2017, 11:17 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
I went to the memorial of Lord Damon. It was a quiet and somber affair, and I saw how the nolbes of this Great City seem to honor their own. It was much like memorials back at home, and I think it did proper honor. I gave my condolensces, I've heard great things of the man, from travelers passing by on their way to the service, and from the people at the service. If war is on the horizon, does this mean there will be more services like this? The Thirteen, I wonder on their own musings, but I dare to not fathom a guess on their thoughts.
Written By Darren
Jan. 18, 2017, 10:27 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
The Nox'alfar killed my father. They spilled the blood of countless men, put our king to sleep. They returned my father's head to me - not his body, just his head - with spiders for his eyes. When the diplomatic envoy first went to deliver the letter to the Nox'alfar, Lorelai and Norever mocked our pain. They mocked the death of our people. They made jokes. I never asked for payment for that insult, I never demanded blood for those slights. I carried on.
The Teind came, and all we have that it "protected" us based on only the word of King Calithex. In reality, the Teind shielded the Nox'alfar from the Bringer army and prevented them from being attacked. We lost all ability to negotiate at that point. All we had left, was a hope that we could leverage the marriage contract for the return of King Alaric.
The Nox'alfar didn't demand my cousin duel them to the death. First, they demanded his hand. Then, three fingers. Then? His penis. Then, to brand something onto his face - I believe they wanted to cut a penis onto his cheek for shits and grins. It was then that they offered a duel, accepted no champions, and Lorelai later claimed her weapon of choice was magic. After that, they made other demands for portions of his body, or all of his blood. As in any situation where my person insulted a diplomatic envoy, I offered countless suggestions which were not deemed harsh enough. She wanted all of his blood. She wanted pieces of him. She wanted him to suffer. There was no honor in that, there was nothing but chaos and insanity.
Towards the end, Norever and Lorelai laughed in our faces and claimed they did not need us because we already paid the Teind. They were protected. We were not. Too bad, so sad, because they didn't need to help us. Those weapons that everyone covets? They didn't even bring them with them. They were willing to walk away from the Treaty. And when I agreed to brand Anze - a punishment Lorelai herself offered - they disappeared in a magical cloud and further threatened our people.
You can look upon the Regent Council with shame. You can look out onto the world with despair. Or you can realize that we shouldn't beholden ourselves to people who demand blood, who thrive on chaos and insanity. They weren't going to help us against the Bringers - even they said steel cuts them down all the same. They weren't going to help us with anything. They are safe behind their magic shield that we spilled our blood to create for them.
We are alone. But we are not, because we have one another. And for the past however long, we've been able to get along just fine without knowledge that the Nox'alfar exist. We still have one another now. And I'll be damned if I'm going to look upon the future with despair.
The Teind came, and all we have that it "protected" us based on only the word of King Calithex. In reality, the Teind shielded the Nox'alfar from the Bringer army and prevented them from being attacked. We lost all ability to negotiate at that point. All we had left, was a hope that we could leverage the marriage contract for the return of King Alaric.
The Nox'alfar didn't demand my cousin duel them to the death. First, they demanded his hand. Then, three fingers. Then? His penis. Then, to brand something onto his face - I believe they wanted to cut a penis onto his cheek for shits and grins. It was then that they offered a duel, accepted no champions, and Lorelai later claimed her weapon of choice was magic. After that, they made other demands for portions of his body, or all of his blood. As in any situation where my person insulted a diplomatic envoy, I offered countless suggestions which were not deemed harsh enough. She wanted all of his blood. She wanted pieces of him. She wanted him to suffer. There was no honor in that, there was nothing but chaos and insanity.
Towards the end, Norever and Lorelai laughed in our faces and claimed they did not need us because we already paid the Teind. They were protected. We were not. Too bad, so sad, because they didn't need to help us. Those weapons that everyone covets? They didn't even bring them with them. They were willing to walk away from the Treaty. And when I agreed to brand Anze - a punishment Lorelai herself offered - they disappeared in a magical cloud and further threatened our people.
You can look upon the Regent Council with shame. You can look out onto the world with despair. Or you can realize that we shouldn't beholden ourselves to people who demand blood, who thrive on chaos and insanity. They weren't going to help us against the Bringers - even they said steel cuts them down all the same. They weren't going to help us with anything. They are safe behind their magic shield that we spilled our blood to create for them.
We are alone. But we are not, because we have one another. And for the past however long, we've been able to get along just fine without knowledge that the Nox'alfar exist. We still have one another now. And I'll be damned if I'm going to look upon the future with despair.
Written By Avary
Jan. 18, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
Someone has named my actions not once but twice. My name is Avary Ashford, Archlector of the Sentinel, and I called one of the envoys 'elf'. I did not joke at her. I answered her question with my earnest beliefs. But I offered her insult with a single word. How that weighs against the insults of another, I cannot judge without more information at hand. My legate meted out my punishment without any demands of the envoys.
But yes, if I had to pay the price with a duel to the death, then I would have accepted it. Why? Because not only am I Archlector to the Sentinel, but I believe in the Sentinel. He would have seen the justice of the matter and intervened in any such duel. If I died, then it was just.
I know that is easy to write now, but in times like these, we must believe in something.
I believe in the Faith of the Pantheon. I believe in Gild and Gloria and Jayus and Lagoma. I believe in Limerance and Mangata and Petrichor and Vellichor. I believe in the Thirteenth, as he has his rightful place in our Faith. And most of all, I believe in the Sentinel.
Can we all say what has been done is just?
But yes, if I had to pay the price with a duel to the death, then I would have accepted it. Why? Because not only am I Archlector to the Sentinel, but I believe in the Sentinel. He would have seen the justice of the matter and intervened in any such duel. If I died, then it was just.
I know that is easy to write now, but in times like these, we must believe in something.
I believe in the Faith of the Pantheon. I believe in Gild and Gloria and Jayus and Lagoma. I believe in Limerance and Mangata and Petrichor and Vellichor. I believe in the Thirteenth, as he has his rightful place in our Faith. And most of all, I believe in the Sentinel.
Can we all say what has been done is just?
Written By Alis
Jan. 18, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
The Teind was paid, and the Nox'Alfar broke /their/ word this time. We gave them what they said they needed. They got the blood of thirteen willing sacrifices, and with that sacrifice the Nox'Alfar are safe for another 169 years. As are we, from more Bringers being created. The Nox'Alfar have shown themselves to be a bloody, brutal, violent people. They think nothing of being eaten alive by spiders, or beheading people so they can be used as inkwells. And everyone really believes they would be insulted by anything we said? A people they don't even bother with unless they have to? No, I don't think so. I think they care absolutely nothing for us, or our lives. They may have been different in the past, when our former rulers made a treaty with them. I have no doubt at the time the treaty was drawn up, it was in the best interests of the Compact. That does not mean it is currently so.
I truly regret that there are those who believe we acted out of anything other then what we felt was best for the people of the Compact as a whole. There has been enough of our blood shed for the Nox'Aflar and I wish no more of it spilled for them. Those 13 sacrifices may have protected the Nox'Alfar, but they also prevent more Bringers from being created, and that protects us too, no matter what else happens.
They spent their time mocking us, and making people perform like trained pets for their pleasure, in order to hand out an unspecified number of weapons that would help fight demons - not Bringers - demons. Unless it was several military units worth of those weapons, I dare say they were playing us for fools.
I don't need an alaricite blade to fight a creature from the abyss. I, and others, have already faced one and defeated it. It will take courage, and cunning. It will take ingenuity and improvisation. I am Valardin. I am a Knight. I will not back down, and I will not give up. I will face whatever comes for us with my Faith and my Weapons and my Will. I know there are many others who will do the same.
I truly regret that there are those who believe we acted out of anything other then what we felt was best for the people of the Compact as a whole. There has been enough of our blood shed for the Nox'Aflar and I wish no more of it spilled for them. Those 13 sacrifices may have protected the Nox'Alfar, but they also prevent more Bringers from being created, and that protects us too, no matter what else happens.
They spent their time mocking us, and making people perform like trained pets for their pleasure, in order to hand out an unspecified number of weapons that would help fight demons - not Bringers - demons. Unless it was several military units worth of those weapons, I dare say they were playing us for fools.
I don't need an alaricite blade to fight a creature from the abyss. I, and others, have already faced one and defeated it. It will take courage, and cunning. It will take ingenuity and improvisation. I am Valardin. I am a Knight. I will not back down, and I will not give up. I will face whatever comes for us with my Faith and my Weapons and my Will. I know there are many others who will do the same.
Written By Halsim
Jan. 18, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
The Compact is about to get a lot more 'interesting', it seems.
Now comes the part where we find out if we can survive the year fumbling about in the dark, as our Council seems content to do.
Now comes the part where we find out if we can survive the year fumbling about in the dark, as our Council seems content to do.
Written By Esera
Jan. 18, 2017, 9:47 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
The Nox'Alfar killed my mother. They killed her, and cut off her head.
I felt no joy at my Coronation. I felt fury, and grief. I felt my blood /burn/. I longed for revenge so much I felt empty, hollowed out. I would find my mother's killers, I thought. I would destroy them.
And then the world began to change. Then, the world began to awaken.
I learned that I could not destroy my mother's killers. I could not rise against them, and it was not because I was weak, or soft, though I may have been. It was because we needed them. We needed those mad, dark creatures, and their mad, dark magic. We needed their accursed Teind.
I voted to restore their Treaty. I lost my mother to them, and I still voted to restore their Treaty. I saw in my father's eyes I might lose him to them, too, and I still voted to restore their damn Treaty. To protect my people, and protect the Compact, I cast this vote. As my skin crawled, and my heart broke, I /cast this vote/.
And it was for nothing. The Treaty is ended. Our alliance is broken. We are alone in a world full of darkness, and terror. A world of unchained evil.
The Regent Council says it was too much, the demands made against Prince Anze too cruel. Why was my mother's death not too much? Why was the King's sleep not too much? Why, only now, this...? All leaders must eventually take a stand. All leaders must eventually say: "No. Enough is enough. This far and no farther." I just ...
I'm sorry. I fought my own heart, to do better by my people. To make the hard choice I thought we needed to make. Now we stand without allies, with few weapons. We stand, having outrun our light.
I can feel my blood begin to burn again. Something has to change.
I felt no joy at my Coronation. I felt fury, and grief. I felt my blood /burn/. I longed for revenge so much I felt empty, hollowed out. I would find my mother's killers, I thought. I would destroy them.
And then the world began to change. Then, the world began to awaken.
I learned that I could not destroy my mother's killers. I could not rise against them, and it was not because I was weak, or soft, though I may have been. It was because we needed them. We needed those mad, dark creatures, and their mad, dark magic. We needed their accursed Teind.
I voted to restore their Treaty. I lost my mother to them, and I still voted to restore their Treaty. I saw in my father's eyes I might lose him to them, too, and I still voted to restore their damn Treaty. To protect my people, and protect the Compact, I cast this vote. As my skin crawled, and my heart broke, I /cast this vote/.
And it was for nothing. The Treaty is ended. Our alliance is broken. We are alone in a world full of darkness, and terror. A world of unchained evil.
The Regent Council says it was too much, the demands made against Prince Anze too cruel. Why was my mother's death not too much? Why was the King's sleep not too much? Why, only now, this...? All leaders must eventually take a stand. All leaders must eventually say: "No. Enough is enough. This far and no farther." I just ...
I'm sorry. I fought my own heart, to do better by my people. To make the hard choice I thought we needed to make. Now we stand without allies, with few weapons. We stand, having outrun our light.
I can feel my blood begin to burn again. Something has to change.
Written By Valkieri
Jan. 18, 2017, 9:38 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
I have met the Nox'alfar. I have made the unsettling and terrifying journey into their Twilight Court. I stood in front of their king with others of the nobility.
And even /I/ managed not to offend them.
Our group risked our very lives to reach them so that Princess Dawn could stand firm and negotiate to save the treaty that we broke. To get us weapons that we desperately needed to give us an advantage in the war we face.
And now it's all broken for a "bad joke," and the Northerners cry that it proves something about the Nox'alfar instead of acknowledging the fact that it was their own people took a treaty that was created by the greatest of our rulers, that held for five hundred years, and snapped it in half. They speak of the Nox'alfar as if they are the ones lacking in honor in this. That we did not ask a foreign delegation -- who already had cause not to treat with us, but did so any -- to our city and proceed to treat them with blatant disrespect.
I don't care how squeamish and uncomfortable they made anyone. Do you think /I/ enjoyed holding my tongue for them? But I did it because they are a foreign power we had already broken faith with, and there were more important things than the satisfaction of speaking my mind to them.
I suppose that not everyone shares this opinion. I suppose others felt it more important to let loose their own pride and screw the consequences. Now those who have broken faith have the satisfaction of claiming they were right all along after they forced events to the end results they kept screaming would happen.
It's easy to make claims and predictions about how something will turn to ruin when you're in power to ruin it.
And even /I/ managed not to offend them.
Our group risked our very lives to reach them so that Princess Dawn could stand firm and negotiate to save the treaty that we broke. To get us weapons that we desperately needed to give us an advantage in the war we face.
And now it's all broken for a "bad joke," and the Northerners cry that it proves something about the Nox'alfar instead of acknowledging the fact that it was their own people took a treaty that was created by the greatest of our rulers, that held for five hundred years, and snapped it in half. They speak of the Nox'alfar as if they are the ones lacking in honor in this. That we did not ask a foreign delegation -- who already had cause not to treat with us, but did so any -- to our city and proceed to treat them with blatant disrespect.
I don't care how squeamish and uncomfortable they made anyone. Do you think /I/ enjoyed holding my tongue for them? But I did it because they are a foreign power we had already broken faith with, and there were more important things than the satisfaction of speaking my mind to them.
I suppose that not everyone shares this opinion. I suppose others felt it more important to let loose their own pride and screw the consequences. Now those who have broken faith have the satisfaction of claiming they were right all along after they forced events to the end results they kept screaming would happen.
It's easy to make claims and predictions about how something will turn to ruin when you're in power to ruin it.
Written By Edain
Jan. 18, 2017, 9:36 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
In light of recent comments made in the journals, I feel in the spirit of fairness that o point out that at no point did the Envoys of the Nox'alfar shit on any of the rugs in the Valardin manor. Just to be forthcoming.
Written By Monique
Jan. 18, 2017, 9:28 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
Has anyone been reading these journals posted recently? I assume so, for many seem to be a response or addition to a previously posted one. Well, let me add to the pile.
I find it funny, no, /hilarious/, how quickly people are to point fingers at others to press blame to them without accepting a share of their own. /Someone/ is quick to note that a member of his Faith was 'reprimanded' for casting insult to the Envoy. Was that reprimand death? Was it a duel /to/ the death? Did it involve losing body parts? I'm going to guess not. But apparently its okay to demand that of the one person being singled out for having 'insulted' the Envoy while protecting his own from the same fate.
I find it hilarious that /someone/ who should be /dead/ but is not dares to condemn /anyone/ else for their actions. I suppose we'll just have to take the word of someone who lied to and manipulated the /entire Compact/ for her own purposes. I suppose the fact that she purposely kept anyone but herself from interacting with the very people it might have been useful to know how to deal with /before/ they showed up on our doorstop... will just be swept under the rug.
It can take years to change an opinion, once formed. Sometimes it can take centuries. Sometimes never. The people of Arx were given no chance to even /learn/ of this foreign culture and its people before its Envoys were knocking on our door. Common sense says that people will fear what they do not understand, and that fear will often be expressed through anger. Perhaps had /someone/ deigned to share more of that information with the entirety of the city, its people would have been more prepared to greet them with cautious optimism rather than fearful jeering.
Oh... and if I invite a guest into my home, and that guest gleefully shits on my rug while expecting to be treated as royalty? I don't smile sweetly and ignore the smell. I evict the fucking guest and throw the rug out after them.
Final Thought: We heard many claims of elves bearing alaricite weapons, weapons that were supposed to be /gifted/ as part of the treaty. And yet, the Envoys continued to dangle said weapons like a carrot in front of an ass, while expecting the Compact to jump through hoops for the elves' amusement. That was not part of the treaty, so if we're talking semantics, I'm pretty sure they broke it first this time around.
Now... bring forth the flood of condemnations and challenges!
I find it funny, no, /hilarious/, how quickly people are to point fingers at others to press blame to them without accepting a share of their own. /Someone/ is quick to note that a member of his Faith was 'reprimanded' for casting insult to the Envoy. Was that reprimand death? Was it a duel /to/ the death? Did it involve losing body parts? I'm going to guess not. But apparently its okay to demand that of the one person being singled out for having 'insulted' the Envoy while protecting his own from the same fate.
I find it hilarious that /someone/ who should be /dead/ but is not dares to condemn /anyone/ else for their actions. I suppose we'll just have to take the word of someone who lied to and manipulated the /entire Compact/ for her own purposes. I suppose the fact that she purposely kept anyone but herself from interacting with the very people it might have been useful to know how to deal with /before/ they showed up on our doorstop... will just be swept under the rug.
It can take years to change an opinion, once formed. Sometimes it can take centuries. Sometimes never. The people of Arx were given no chance to even /learn/ of this foreign culture and its people before its Envoys were knocking on our door. Common sense says that people will fear what they do not understand, and that fear will often be expressed through anger. Perhaps had /someone/ deigned to share more of that information with the entirety of the city, its people would have been more prepared to greet them with cautious optimism rather than fearful jeering.
Oh... and if I invite a guest into my home, and that guest gleefully shits on my rug while expecting to be treated as royalty? I don't smile sweetly and ignore the smell. I evict the fucking guest and throw the rug out after them.
Final Thought: We heard many claims of elves bearing alaricite weapons, weapons that were supposed to be /gifted/ as part of the treaty. And yet, the Envoys continued to dangle said weapons like a carrot in front of an ass, while expecting the Compact to jump through hoops for the elves' amusement. That was not part of the treaty, so if we're talking semantics, I'm pretty sure they broke it first this time around.
Now... bring forth the flood of condemnations and challenges!
Written By Dawn
Jan. 18, 2017, 7:46 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
I would be curious to see this "bad joke" which ended a treaty that endured for centuries and was considered worthwhile by the very best of our Queens. How interesting that events were steered and forced to match the interpretation of a very few.
The Teind was not in vain, nor the sacrifice of the brave thirteen. The Silence remains locked away. It will not roll over our land, no matter what else occurs, and the Bringers can no longer make more of themselves, as they were doing before. What we must do now is focus on eradicating them from the Crownlands and on discovering a way to reverse the blight that they've introduced to the land.
The land and the people, the people and the land. These are most important. They can still be saved.
The Teind was not in vain, nor the sacrifice of the brave thirteen. The Silence remains locked away. It will not roll over our land, no matter what else occurs, and the Bringers can no longer make more of themselves, as they were doing before. What we must do now is focus on eradicating them from the Crownlands and on discovering a way to reverse the blight that they've introduced to the land.
The land and the people, the people and the land. These are most important. They can still be saved.
Written By Luca
Jan. 18, 2017, 6:59 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
I can't help but find it a little amusing that a bad joke fucked us all and left thirteen dead for nothing.
I've also clearly spent too much time around Norever and Lorelai's sense of humor while guarding them.
They were inhuman, macabre, and more than a little insane by our reckoning, yet I still can't quite help missing them.
One thing they never were was boring.
I've also clearly spent too much time around Norever and Lorelai's sense of humor while guarding them.
They were inhuman, macabre, and more than a little insane by our reckoning, yet I still can't quite help missing them.
One thing they never were was boring.
Written By Victus
Jan. 18, 2017, 4:14 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)
They should have let him fight.
If he was a Prince worth having, he'd have won. Or at least died with honor.
Gloria watches over the fucking righteous, eh? Heh.
Bah.
If he was a Prince worth having, he'd have won. Or at least died with honor.
Gloria watches over the fucking righteous, eh? Heh.
Bah.
Written By Felix
Jan. 18, 2017, 3:19 a.m.(9/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
Intelligent, resourceful, and driven. Hers is a character to be admired.
Written By Lucio
Jan. 18, 2017, 2:48 a.m.(9/10/1005 AR)
There are lots of words flying around. I would they were set to music.
As it is, I have only been able to pull out this thread of sense, and perhaps even that I do not understand completely:
Our leaders have committed blood sacrifice of their own people. By doing so, they have saved the Nox'Alfar from the Bringers, but not us.
I know little of politics, but I know a bad song lyric when I see one.
As it is, I have only been able to pull out this thread of sense, and perhaps even that I do not understand completely:
Our leaders have committed blood sacrifice of their own people. By doing so, they have saved the Nox'Alfar from the Bringers, but not us.
I know little of politics, but I know a bad song lyric when I see one.
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