Written By Ainsley
Dec. 17, 2023, 11:23 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
There is nothing more I would like than to ride out and raise my sword against the legion, but I know I have made the right choice to stay and protect the city and the king.
Written By Raven
Dec. 17, 2023, 10:57 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
My prayers are with all those who are the places I cannot be, tending things I cannot do-we each have our part. If it seems like I don't care-maybe it's just that I am only one person and can only do so much at once. Not that I don't care.
Written By Jan
Dec. 17, 2023, 10:23 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
It seems just a little too convenient
Written By Valencia
Dec. 17, 2023, 8:22 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Theo
I was very happy to hear that my cousin Theo won his duel, though I know it was done in fun.
To be true, I adore good wines from all over our compact. Each vintage can be so different. Same with spirits, I confess I admire the art and the craft of making fine spirits, ales, ciders, meads, teas and wines. All of it.
That said, I also adore seeing someone that I care very much for rise triumphant. I congratulate all on a duel well fought.
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To be true, I adore good wines from all over our compact. Each vintage can be so different. Same with spirits, I confess I admire the art and the craft of making fine spirits, ales, ciders, meads, teas and wines. All of it.
That said, I also adore seeing someone that I care very much for rise triumphant. I congratulate all on a duel well fought.
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Written By Valencia
Dec. 17, 2023, 7:51 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
Another wonderful Sip'n Spar event. That is two now. I was heartened to see who attended -- new faces and once well loved and known -- and inspired to see the talents shared. It makes me wish I had taken up the art of the blade with more devotion.
I think we shall have to host some more.
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I think we shall have to host some more.
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Written By Mattheu
Dec. 17, 2023, 7:20 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
Its been awhile since I've had chance to have a sparring partner which has left me as drunk and filled with laugh as Sir Jeffeth. The man fought bravely and well.
We should all be so lucky to have such a man fighting within the Compact. That we can stand side by side, aside from any duels where there is some performance within each punch.
We should all be so lucky to have such a man fighting within the Compact. That we can stand side by side, aside from any duels where there is some performance within each punch.
Written By Mattheu
Dec. 17, 2023, 7:17 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
It was nothing less than a need to dive, a sought after attempt to find cover within a snowy day as Violeta took upon another want in training. To teach me to always be wary of my surrounding. The city filled with brick and mortar, where a bell's song might find more echo than to find the wind which it wishes to list and dance upon.
A wildly different world where instead of open rivers, trees and grass along a waters edge. Only stones and more stones to be found. Stone underfoot, stone to lean upon, stone to be yelled at for leaning upon. A bustling noise of carriages running past through crowded streets. To find oneself wandering in this space of the capital city, it's both terrifying and a wonderment when you're being hunted. Playfully, mind. Still. Violeta is strong in what she seeks to teach. And I've learned more than one to be upon my toes when she tells me to be wary.
We had found ourselves in drink at the Golden Hart, a place where I would meet another from time to time. Only she had left the city months prior. I had no want nor wishes to find another. Only left to train. Be ready for what might come. Be better for my siblings.
Half way through a drink and our game was running, I ducked out doors into a winter wonderland. The cold hitting me first. Something which over time I have found myself more fond of. That day? I was shivering and seeking to hide behind a bench.
Called out to from two having tea.
It was then that I would first lay eyes upon her...
It would be months later before we even had a complete moment to share a thought. to find ourselves in a dance, climbing to heights, and pondering of ice and rivers.
A moment in which I can look upon now with a laugh. A moment in where I'm left to wonder. As Violeta has her ways. Did she know what the winds wished for me to find that day?
A wildly different world where instead of open rivers, trees and grass along a waters edge. Only stones and more stones to be found. Stone underfoot, stone to lean upon, stone to be yelled at for leaning upon. A bustling noise of carriages running past through crowded streets. To find oneself wandering in this space of the capital city, it's both terrifying and a wonderment when you're being hunted. Playfully, mind. Still. Violeta is strong in what she seeks to teach. And I've learned more than one to be upon my toes when she tells me to be wary.
We had found ourselves in drink at the Golden Hart, a place where I would meet another from time to time. Only she had left the city months prior. I had no want nor wishes to find another. Only left to train. Be ready for what might come. Be better for my siblings.
Half way through a drink and our game was running, I ducked out doors into a winter wonderland. The cold hitting me first. Something which over time I have found myself more fond of. That day? I was shivering and seeking to hide behind a bench.
Called out to from two having tea.
It was then that I would first lay eyes upon her...
It would be months later before we even had a complete moment to share a thought. to find ourselves in a dance, climbing to heights, and pondering of ice and rivers.
A moment in which I can look upon now with a laugh. A moment in where I'm left to wonder. As Violeta has her ways. Did she know what the winds wished for me to find that day?
Written By Denica
Dec. 17, 2023, 7:10 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
(A riotous sketch of a little rainbow sticking its tongue out at a dark storm cloud.)
Love Always,
the Little Devil of Thrax
Love Always,
the Little Devil of Thrax
Written By Raven
Dec. 17, 2023, 6:44 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
It is absolutely nonsense that there's occasions I want things deeply for myself but am not selfish enough to take them for myself just because being selfish would be counter toward the goals I've worked so long and so hard. If only there was a means to smother the selfish want and be rid of it. Alas, this is now how being human works.
Written By Raymesin
Dec. 17, 2023, 6:18 p.m.(5/21/1021 AR)
I went to a Sip'n'Spar today, Scholar; Lord Ian wanted to offer people some sort of reassurance to people. I trust our sparring session managed that, at the very least.
Written By Gwenna
Dec. 17, 2023, 1:31 p.m.(5/20/1021 AR)
Sometimes, people are so stubborn that you just can't argue with them. It's a source of frustration and, yet, understanding in a way. If I am committed enough in my choice, and sure enough that I am right or doing the right thing, I'd like to think that the people who know me well would also allow me that decision. Being on the other side of that scenario is not so easy.
Written By Jeffeth
Dec. 17, 2023, 11:43 a.m.(5/20/1021 AR)
The Champions Guild plays a vital role in keeping society functioning. Rather than establishing long held grudges and blood feuds that last forever, calling a Champion can resolve a matter once and forever. I hope to see many more Champions being hired and slights and insults resolved through honorable combat and entertainment.
Written By Jeffeth
Dec. 17, 2023, 11:40 a.m.(5/20/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
I am beyond honored to have her as my patron again. Coming back into public life wasn't easy but I am so happy I made it.
Written By Jeffeth
Dec. 17, 2023, 11:40 a.m.(5/20/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mattheu
What an amazing bout. I feel alive! Well done Lord Mattheu Rivenshari!
Written By Mabelle
Dec. 17, 2023, 9:35 a.m.(5/20/1021 AR)
I've recently learned a piece of information that made me feel betrayed and wronged. I was about to scream to the world of the injustice of things, but as I gathered more information, a story came to my ears of how things came to be that was nothing short of a miracle. Actually, that's what it was probably, a miracle.
Written By Renata
Dec. 16, 2023, 9:12 p.m.(5/19/1021 AR)
I awoke with a song echoing through my mind... I will miss the mirrored crossroads within the hedge maze.
Written By Avary
Dec. 16, 2023, 1:17 p.m.(5/18/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunaia
My sister, Sunaia, has departed from this realm. She leaves behind a void filled with silence of our years apart.
I recall the day I took my Godsworn vows and left behind the familial bond of House Ashford. In pursuit of a higher calling I opened a chasm between myself and Sunaia. In the depths of my heart I know I should have bridged the distance and mended the space that time and duty carved between us.
It is today I find that she reached to me through her journals. I don't read the journals as a matter of practice. It is only on occasion I have my clerical aide select a few for me to peruse. For obvious reasons, I took it upon myself to call for Sunaia's this morning.
In her reflections she pondered the nature of trust and deceit. She questioned if trust given could ever be safe from betrayal. And she said she didn't know how to tolerate deceit.
I will answer her now. Not because she needs it, but because I have to.
Deceit is not a thing to be tolerated. The breaking of one's word, the telling of a harmful lie, and bearing false witness are the stock in trade of the con man, swindler and the cheat. We all know on some level that the person who would break a promise and harm with lies should be cut out from our lives. We reserve these actions for use against our enemies. We have little regard for them.
But do not take this to mean trust is a fallacy and betrayal an inevitability. Trust is a precious gift and it is up to each person how they decide to give it. It can be given freely, or at a price; quick or slow. But however it is given, it does not absolve one of dilligence and integrity.
The Sentinel teaches us to be watchful and It teaches us to be truthful to ourselves about what we observe. So you've given trust, however you chose to give it. You must still be watchful. You must still keep your own counsel and continue to extend trust, or withdraw it, based on your observation. Only in this way can trust be justly given.
You ask if it is a necessity to accept that some people who are given the means to hurt us will, despite our trust? I don't know if it's necessary to accept that. But it is necessary to accept that in the course of life, you will be hurt. Whether it's betrayal, disappointment, or loss. You just have to be willing to experience the hurt.
I do not believe it is an inevitability that trust given will be betrayed. But it is always open to betrayal. That's part of the game, isn't it? All I can tell you is to be watchful and above all do not distrust your own observation or good judgment. The person you should trust most is yourself. If you can't, reflect on it. Find out why and mend it.
But it seems to me, dear sister, you chose so so wisely in who you laid your trust. And your integrity resolute. I am so proud of you. And I have always loved you. I do love you.
I recall the day I took my Godsworn vows and left behind the familial bond of House Ashford. In pursuit of a higher calling I opened a chasm between myself and Sunaia. In the depths of my heart I know I should have bridged the distance and mended the space that time and duty carved between us.
It is today I find that she reached to me through her journals. I don't read the journals as a matter of practice. It is only on occasion I have my clerical aide select a few for me to peruse. For obvious reasons, I took it upon myself to call for Sunaia's this morning.
In her reflections she pondered the nature of trust and deceit. She questioned if trust given could ever be safe from betrayal. And she said she didn't know how to tolerate deceit.
I will answer her now. Not because she needs it, but because I have to.
Deceit is not a thing to be tolerated. The breaking of one's word, the telling of a harmful lie, and bearing false witness are the stock in trade of the con man, swindler and the cheat. We all know on some level that the person who would break a promise and harm with lies should be cut out from our lives. We reserve these actions for use against our enemies. We have little regard for them.
But do not take this to mean trust is a fallacy and betrayal an inevitability. Trust is a precious gift and it is up to each person how they decide to give it. It can be given freely, or at a price; quick or slow. But however it is given, it does not absolve one of dilligence and integrity.
The Sentinel teaches us to be watchful and It teaches us to be truthful to ourselves about what we observe. So you've given trust, however you chose to give it. You must still be watchful. You must still keep your own counsel and continue to extend trust, or withdraw it, based on your observation. Only in this way can trust be justly given.
You ask if it is a necessity to accept that some people who are given the means to hurt us will, despite our trust? I don't know if it's necessary to accept that. But it is necessary to accept that in the course of life, you will be hurt. Whether it's betrayal, disappointment, or loss. You just have to be willing to experience the hurt.
I do not believe it is an inevitability that trust given will be betrayed. But it is always open to betrayal. That's part of the game, isn't it? All I can tell you is to be watchful and above all do not distrust your own observation or good judgment. The person you should trust most is yourself. If you can't, reflect on it. Find out why and mend it.
But it seems to me, dear sister, you chose so so wisely in who you laid your trust. And your integrity resolute. I am so proud of you. And I have always loved you. I do love you.
Written By Pasquale
Dec. 15, 2023, 8:38 p.m.(5/17/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunaia
When I learned that Sunaia had walked away one day humming a song I knew that it was our enemy, Orichalcum, who took her for I knew that she was a vital link between him and a great atrocity he committed not long after the Elven wars. An atrocity so great that it pursued her through the solace of rebirth and caused her great grief. Nobody should be forced to exist as something worse than a slave, so we went north to free her.
We found what was left of her in a ruined village deep within a tormented forest and gave her back the truth of who she really was. For a brief, beloved moment, she was Sunaia again. She could have returned home - nobody would have blamed her for it - but instead she chose to do what she could to make things better. She died to resolve that ancient wrong.
Finally she is at peace.
We found what was left of her in a ruined village deep within a tormented forest and gave her back the truth of who she really was. For a brief, beloved moment, she was Sunaia again. She could have returned home - nobody would have blamed her for it - but instead she chose to do what she could to make things better. She died to resolve that ancient wrong.
Finally she is at peace.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 15, 2023, 6:26 p.m.(5/17/1021 AR)
News from Saikland was hard to come by in the Lowers. But it did come by. I heard about Kima's disappearance, and I heard about Estaban stepping in as baron. It shook me, and my decision to simply stay gone started to feel shaky. I had been raised well. I loved Saikland, I loved our people, and I could feel the pull of duty within my heart. Still, I stayed where I was. I continued to improve my apothecary skills, I had handled a birth on my own (terrifying, absolutely terrifying, but there was little other option in the moment - that little one was ready to be here). And then? There was news from Saikland.
Estaban was dead.
I had hoped that Saikland would see stability with my brother's guidance. There was no need for me to upset anyone further when everything was going well. Arcelia had married, Estaban had married. It seemed right to let everyone move on. And then he was dead. My brother. I would never again get to catch a glimpse of him on patrol, stealing that little piece of comfort just for myself. My hope had been dashed upon the rocks.
The night I heard, I sat on the beach until sun-up. It felt like home, even if the Bay of Thrax and the Lycene Split lap at the shore differently, it felt like home. I stared at the water and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. My heart was no longer inside of me, it was in Saikland. Sometime during the night, it had taken its leave. I knew where I needed to be.
Looking back, I should have said my goodbyes. I guess some mistakes need to be made twice in order to learn the lesson. What would I have said? (The truth. I should have.) My head was empty of any thought other than getting home. I didn't even think to visit the tower in the Ward of the Lyceum. No, I took what little coin I had managed to scrape together and bribed my way onto a ship headed for Southport, and then made the trip from Southport to Saikland.
It wasn't a warm welcome. Rightfully, Lucita met me with suspicion. But the scar was undeniable.
Estaban was dead.
I had hoped that Saikland would see stability with my brother's guidance. There was no need for me to upset anyone further when everything was going well. Arcelia had married, Estaban had married. It seemed right to let everyone move on. And then he was dead. My brother. I would never again get to catch a glimpse of him on patrol, stealing that little piece of comfort just for myself. My hope had been dashed upon the rocks.
The night I heard, I sat on the beach until sun-up. It felt like home, even if the Bay of Thrax and the Lycene Split lap at the shore differently, it felt like home. I stared at the water and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. My heart was no longer inside of me, it was in Saikland. Sometime during the night, it had taken its leave. I knew where I needed to be.
Looking back, I should have said my goodbyes. I guess some mistakes need to be made twice in order to learn the lesson. What would I have said? (The truth. I should have.) My head was empty of any thought other than getting home. I didn't even think to visit the tower in the Ward of the Lyceum. No, I took what little coin I had managed to scrape together and bribed my way onto a ship headed for Southport, and then made the trip from Southport to Saikland.
It wasn't a warm welcome. Rightfully, Lucita met me with suspicion. But the scar was undeniable.
Written By Apollo
Dec. 14, 2023, 11:32 p.m.(5/15/1021 AR)
They come for us, and think us small,
But measured by a sober eye
Our size is not the point at all.
The history we can't recall:
From labyrinth low and tower high
They come for us, and think us small.
Unshapen dream, bound by no wall,
But formed by attentive eye -
Our size is not the point at all.
Would see us die or have us crawl -
how foolish, when we make to try!
They come for us, and think us small.
While hollow bones weren't made to fall,
Not every leap will make us fly;
Our size is not the point at all.
Wings outstretched, breadth in the caul
Her shape against the vastest sky
They come for us, and think us small:
Our size is not the point at all.
But measured by a sober eye
Our size is not the point at all.
The history we can't recall:
From labyrinth low and tower high
They come for us, and think us small.
Unshapen dream, bound by no wall,
But formed by attentive eye -
Our size is not the point at all.
Would see us die or have us crawl -
how foolish, when we make to try!
They come for us, and think us small.
While hollow bones weren't made to fall,
Not every leap will make us fly;
Our size is not the point at all.
Wings outstretched, breadth in the caul
Her shape against the vastest sky
They come for us, and think us small:
Our size is not the point at all.
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