Written By Lark
Nov. 16, 2016, 1:09 a.m.(2/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
Even after suffering (what I can only assume was) a very blunt beating between the legs, it baffles me that a man will still find reason to posture. Even when he has been rendered nearly incapable of taking even a single unassisted step forward, he must be ever aware of his pride. There is no indignity in asking for help when help is needed.
Written By Lark
Nov. 16, 2016, 12:26 a.m.(2/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
Naive but lovely both inside and out.
Written By Max
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:54 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
You know? It takes a remarkable amount of skill to take a shit off the side of a ship at sea.
Don't discount it, Mainlanders.
Else we'll be stopping the entire fucking convoy to fish a man from the deep. Probably not worth it, cause its damned impossible to tread water with trousers down twixt your ankles.
Damned impossible, but hilarious to watch.
Don't discount it, Mainlanders.
Else we'll be stopping the entire fucking convoy to fish a man from the deep. Probably not worth it, cause its damned impossible to tread water with trousers down twixt your ankles.
Damned impossible, but hilarious to watch.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:48 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
Juliet is as beautiful as she is intelligent. She generously gave me her book on flowers. "The Language of Flowers: A Rose Cipher of Tor," truly a master piece of her creation. She has been so accommodating to me, and I am so grateful for her friendship. We plan to set out on an adventure, but I may need to find a weapon before I begin. I am still considering the possibilities of this.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:47 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He's a walking phallus with a massive ego.
I mean. He even spits when he's excited.
Excellent fighter! Next time I'll bring an army and shoot for a more graceful defeat!
Gloria's glorious gorgeous gonads. What a throttling!
I mean. He even spits when he's excited.
Excellent fighter! Next time I'll bring an army and shoot for a more graceful defeat!
Gloria's glorious gorgeous gonads. What a throttling!
Written By Serafine
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:45 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
I am. So. Very. Sorry.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:36 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
In a crowded room full of boisterous words and rambunctious grunts, -he saw me, -he called to me. My muscular figure called me an Angel and brought a vibrating rhythm to my heart. I fed him pieces of succulent pork, and listened to his stories of bravery surrounded by the tea bushes in Mercer Garden. This could be a blissful beginning to a romantic journey.
Written By Orazio
Nov. 15, 2016, 9:23 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
We speak often of redemption. I'm not certain that we do it as often as we speak of it, but everyone loves a good redemption story. I think, in my heart of hearts, that the Sentinel likes one just as much.
But redemption is not easy. It cannot be predicted. You cannot murder someone and say, "Yes, I did that, but I spent ten years giving all my possessions to the poor and my food to the hungry, so I am redeemed." Even if, over that decade, you improved the lives of far more people than you ruined. There is no guarantee.
The path of redemption is not a road, paved with specific "good deeds" that you can hold up to others' eyes and say, "Look, I deserve your forgiveness. I deserve your trust and your affection. I deserve to live." The path of redemption is a thorn-strewn trail through the darkest thickets, where you will never know if you've arrived at your destination until you finally pass through the Reflection.
The only certainty is pain and regret.
We speak often of redemption. I'm not certain that we do it as often as we speak of it, but everyone loves a good redemption story. I think, in my heart of hearts, that the Sentinel likes one just as much.
But redemption is not easy. It cannot be predicted. You cannot murder someone and say, "Yes, I did that, but I spent ten years giving all my possessions to the poor and my food to the hungry, so I am redeemed." Even if, over that decade, you improved the lives of far more people than you ruined. There is no guarantee.
The path of redemption is not a road, paved with specific "good deeds" that you can hold up to others' eyes and say, "Look, I deserve your forgiveness. I deserve your trust and your affection. I deserve to live." The path of redemption is a thorn-strewn trail through the darkest thickets, where you will never know if you've arrived at your destination until you finally pass through the Reflection.
The only certainty is pain and regret.
Written By Ida
Nov. 15, 2016, 7:20 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
What was supposed to be a fairly quick trip (if traveling to the hamlet just outside Sanctum can actually be called 'quick' by any means) ended up keeping me longer than I thought it might. Important news often spreads fairly quickly, but I found myself a touch regretful not to have been in the city until after so much came to pass. Ah, little use complaining about spilled milk, as they say. Time to catch up with overdue work and friends.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 15, 2016, 6:25 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Why some of these nobles dress like it's a bloody fashion show will always baffle me. There's business to be done, not ooh and ahh over someone's new hairpiece or brooch.
Luckily business went smooth. Lady Dawn - sensible woman that she is and royal by-blow, is now Regent. Do -not- envy her. Especially with the announcement following.
Old monsters out of mythology posing real and current threats. Half the room wanted to go kill things and the other half wanted to pour through dusty archives and try to talk to other things.
Me? I wanted a drink. Got one too...
Have a feeling I'm going to be doing a bit of both in days to come. Bit of all three, actually...
Luckily business went smooth. Lady Dawn - sensible woman that she is and royal by-blow, is now Regent. Do -not- envy her. Especially with the announcement following.
Old monsters out of mythology posing real and current threats. Half the room wanted to go kill things and the other half wanted to pour through dusty archives and try to talk to other things.
Me? I wanted a drink. Got one too...
Have a feeling I'm going to be doing a bit of both in days to come. Bit of all three, actually...
Written By Max
Nov. 15, 2016, 4:17 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Someone asked me:What do you think of storybooks coming to life?
I responded:
'If it comes to life, we can put it back to death' .
I responded:
'If it comes to life, we can put it back to death' .
Written By Eirene
Nov. 15, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
Elves. Fucking elves. I... well. I'm at a loss. This is the White registry, yes, so I won't go into much more explosive description of what I'm thinking right now but...
So when I was a child, younger one that I am, we used to play Alarice versus Elves. I rarely got to claim Queen Alarice though. But we would take all the furniture we could get our hands on and wall off half a room - that was our version of Arx. One of the girls would be Queen Alarice and one of the boys would be King Ako. Or whatever his name was, the leader of these elves. We'd divide into two teams and try to 'take out' the others. Sneak through gaps in the chairs and tables, throw pillows and food from over the walls like artillery. Team who had the most people standing when someone came to tell us to knock it the fuck off won.
I remember, one time I actually got to be the Queen, I ordered a volley of walnuts be lobbed at our foes. I got in trouble for that one due to a black eye or two. But I won, dammit.
This time it's not a game. It's not a silly threat - eat your dinner or the elves will drag you away. This time our lives are all on the line and we know jack all about the real history of what happened.
And what was in that treaty about -peace marriages?-
So when I was a child, younger one that I am, we used to play Alarice versus Elves. I rarely got to claim Queen Alarice though. But we would take all the furniture we could get our hands on and wall off half a room - that was our version of Arx. One of the girls would be Queen Alarice and one of the boys would be King Ako. Or whatever his name was, the leader of these elves. We'd divide into two teams and try to 'take out' the others. Sneak through gaps in the chairs and tables, throw pillows and food from over the walls like artillery. Team who had the most people standing when someone came to tell us to knock it the fuck off won.
I remember, one time I actually got to be the Queen, I ordered a volley of walnuts be lobbed at our foes. I got in trouble for that one due to a black eye or two. But I won, dammit.
This time it's not a game. It's not a silly threat - eat your dinner or the elves will drag you away. This time our lives are all on the line and we know jack all about the real history of what happened.
And what was in that treaty about -peace marriages?-
Written By Samantha
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:29 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
Dawn's investiture as Regent was almost a non-issue, and I'm glad for it. I hope I was able to do my small part in making it happen. Even if the evening before did not go off quite as I had hoped. But that's trivial.
We may be at war. The Gray Forest has been visited with atrocities the likes of which from the sound of it would make what I experienced in my childhood a day in the sun. Old Oak is a place of peace and trade, and we have very little in the way of a military. I am dispatching messages back home to bolster our defenses, but I am not prepared to order conscription just yet. The nobility throw away common lives far too easily and commoners are always the first to day in defense of the nation. For any man to do this with a willing heart, we must be a nation worth dying for.
I have received an offer of marriage. It would solve a great many problems, and open the door to a plethora of new ones.
We may be at war. The Gray Forest has been visited with atrocities the likes of which from the sound of it would make what I experienced in my childhood a day in the sun. Old Oak is a place of peace and trade, and we have very little in the way of a military. I am dispatching messages back home to bolster our defenses, but I am not prepared to order conscription just yet. The nobility throw away common lives far too easily and commoners are always the first to day in defense of the nation. For any man to do this with a willing heart, we must be a nation worth dying for.
I have received an offer of marriage. It would solve a great many problems, and open the door to a plethora of new ones.
Written By Eos
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:18 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
The Assembly of the Peers has concluded, and there will be many pages in the Archives to say 'I was there.' in both the White and the Black, I am certain, to document what occured both at center stage and in the benches. I had hoped for a surprise that did not come. I suppose if I should put words at all regarding my thoughts on it down to history it will be only this: No matter how old I get, what is upon my shoulders, or where I might go, when my uncle adopts That Voice, some piece of me is taken back to my youth when all the world could be made right for the heroes held in my then niave eyes saying all was well. Few can comfort me so well with the same words he might admonish me with. Nostalgia is a tricksy bitch.
There are more meetings to be had here after the Assembly of the Peers. There were others before. A young woman of my homeland, of a family that has long served the Saikland Greens, has arrived to answer a request sent to her father. Leola Allenatore. I am sure she will stand the equal to him in time and is at least equal to the tasks I have set before her. As her father trained Mabosa, my long and steady company for some years now, she will train the new warhorses. Further than that, I have introduced her to what I have so far only called The Challenge; the walking, breathing, snarling embodiment of the Saik sigil. I don't think that she was fearless to sit next to the lion's cage, but she did not show it, and seemed to win some favor with the beast. I look forward to seeing what she is able to do with it.
Beyond that, I will only say that I miss for my family this week, for the Baron and Baroness that Kima and I call Father and Mother. For those few that survived the plague that I might call cousins and aunts and uncles. I can only hope that they are well. They are heavy on my mind.
There are more meetings to be had here after the Assembly of the Peers. There were others before. A young woman of my homeland, of a family that has long served the Saikland Greens, has arrived to answer a request sent to her father. Leola Allenatore. I am sure she will stand the equal to him in time and is at least equal to the tasks I have set before her. As her father trained Mabosa, my long and steady company for some years now, she will train the new warhorses. Further than that, I have introduced her to what I have so far only called The Challenge; the walking, breathing, snarling embodiment of the Saik sigil. I don't think that she was fearless to sit next to the lion's cage, but she did not show it, and seemed to win some favor with the beast. I look forward to seeing what she is able to do with it.
Beyond that, I will only say that I miss for my family this week, for the Baron and Baroness that Kima and I call Father and Mother. For those few that survived the plague that I might call cousins and aunts and uncles. I can only hope that they are well. They are heavy on my mind.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 15, 2016, 9:39 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
Last night they held the Assembly. I did not speak like I wanted to do so. I had never been to such a thing before and I have been Reaving since I was 12. I haven't been breaking bread and negotiating deals. Nor is that what I am suited for.
I feel for those who are being butchered. Death is certain but being ripped apart limb from limb and mutilated for dark magic is beyond comprehension. I have done things that others will measure in terms of barbarity and cruelty. But it is nothing compared to what the Bringer did.
People are being slaughtered and all we do is leave notes in the woods. Hoping for peace is splendid but one should also be prepared for war. And right now our only defense is pleading to things that treat us like pawns.
That's no defense at all.
Written By Anze
Nov. 15, 2016, 8:56 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
F'an elves. Assembly's an compacts and f'an barbarians walkin tha forests nailing tongues tah walls.
Wars comin, tha's for f'an sure, jus I dunno with what. Think there is going tah be a lot of time spent at the trainin grounds, and if tha crowd there last night was any indication I ain' tha only one gettin ready.
Enjoy f'an your princess while yah can little cousin, bloods gonna poor eventually.
Wars comin, tha's for f'an sure, jus I dunno with what. Think there is going tah be a lot of time spent at the trainin grounds, and if tha crowd there last night was any indication I ain' tha only one gettin ready.
Enjoy f'an your princess while yah can little cousin, bloods gonna poor eventually.
Written By Esera
Nov. 15, 2016, 8:52 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
Of course, Talen's snake would probably just eat the cat. Dammit. Now I need a lion.
Written By Esera
Nov. 15, 2016, 8:45 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
My little sister's getting married before me ... I'm an old maid. I have no choice now but to marry duty and start day drinking. I should probably get a cat.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 15, 2016, 8:20 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
A sketch. Series of sketches. At the upper left corner, a pair of stalking, shadowy, wolfy-youthling pups, all lax-hanging lower jaws with visible teeth and lolling tongues. They are otherwise in the harmless attitude of a romp, batting each other around with long paws, but, still, there is a large "NO" written next to them in an emphatic hand.
In the center of the page, a couple of silky, pop-eared pups, tiny and delicate and impeccably groomed, run short-legged through a fire-blasted landscape of skeleton trees, kicking up wee puffs of ash with their wee feet. A large "NO" is written next to them in an emphatic hand.
The third sketch, in the lower right corner, is the least defined. The two pups seem to be in the attitude of mid-roll, one is on its back, stubby legs pawing at the air. Their fur is so aggressively fluffy that the contours of their bodies are nearly lost. They appear to be situated in a field of loose-sketched blades of grass, their eyes are closed, they have dopey, happy, sleepy expressions. A large "YES" is written next to them in an emphatic hand.
In the center of the page, a couple of silky, pop-eared pups, tiny and delicate and impeccably groomed, run short-legged through a fire-blasted landscape of skeleton trees, kicking up wee puffs of ash with their wee feet. A large "NO" is written next to them in an emphatic hand.
The third sketch, in the lower right corner, is the least defined. The two pups seem to be in the attitude of mid-roll, one is on its back, stubby legs pawing at the air. Their fur is so aggressively fluffy that the contours of their bodies are nearly lost. They appear to be situated in a field of loose-sketched blades of grass, their eyes are closed, they have dopey, happy, sleepy expressions. A large "YES" is written next to them in an emphatic hand.
Written By Victus
Nov. 15, 2016, 6:18 a.m.(2/15/1005 AR)
I was at the Assembly. Dawn Baseborn is now Regent of the Compact, though you probably knew that already. The word's spreading across the fucking whole of Arvum. Can't say that I'm surprised they picked her, either. The vast fucking majority of the time someone was talking to me about it, it was to either regale me with how great she was, or to worry that someone else would try to steal it from her for their own nefarious purposes.
If I am surprised its that there weren't any alternatives offered. My bad. I thought at least some ambitious fucker was gonna try something.
Anyhow, if you're riding into a storm, best have a Captain. And once you have a Captain, the crew best be behind that Captain. Even if the Captain is a young woman and a bastard at that. There's no point in looking back when you've made that choice. You ride it out with what you got, and hope to the fucking Gods everybody pulls their weight.
So here's to Dawn, Regent of the Compact. May you not suck at your new job.
If I am surprised its that there weren't any alternatives offered. My bad. I thought at least some ambitious fucker was gonna try something.
Anyhow, if you're riding into a storm, best have a Captain. And once you have a Captain, the crew best be behind that Captain. Even if the Captain is a young woman and a bastard at that. There's no point in looking back when you've made that choice. You ride it out with what you got, and hope to the fucking Gods everybody pulls their weight.
So here's to Dawn, Regent of the Compact. May you not suck at your new job.
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