Written By Aiden
April 29, 2021, 3:25 p.m.(5/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
My Beloved Silas,
The best memories I had in this life were the ones spent with you. I can freely admit that, because that is the truth, even when we were almost dying. My heart always soared in your presence and you could keep the tear from my eye. With a touch to my cheek, all would be right with the world. You allowed me to always be who I was and without judgement for it. You encouraged me to be whom I was and you risked wealth and reputation upon one of my biggest ventures, the Mews... You were always my hero. I will take your favour into this battle and wear it fondly.
My biggest regret, is that I was never allowed to call you my Husband. That was a story restricted from us, by the bonds of duty and faith to one's family. It hasn't been all bad since, it's been different though. If I could do it all over again, I may have stayed the course we chose, but you know, I always wished to live at your side. I always wished we could arrive together at parties, proud of it, smiling as we used too, when we were younger men. Perhaps my second biggest regret is that I didn't hug you enough, kiss you enough, lounge in bed with you enough. There will be never enough of those moments.
Should something happen to me, this war, know that I never stopped loving you, not for one moment. You made this city a home for me, because you were in it. Without you, I would've left back to Bastion years ago. You held me here, in a way only a man I love, could.
Yours, always, and forever,
Your Bird Prince.
The best memories I had in this life were the ones spent with you. I can freely admit that, because that is the truth, even when we were almost dying. My heart always soared in your presence and you could keep the tear from my eye. With a touch to my cheek, all would be right with the world. You allowed me to always be who I was and without judgement for it. You encouraged me to be whom I was and you risked wealth and reputation upon one of my biggest ventures, the Mews... You were always my hero. I will take your favour into this battle and wear it fondly.
My biggest regret, is that I was never allowed to call you my Husband. That was a story restricted from us, by the bonds of duty and faith to one's family. It hasn't been all bad since, it's been different though. If I could do it all over again, I may have stayed the course we chose, but you know, I always wished to live at your side. I always wished we could arrive together at parties, proud of it, smiling as we used too, when we were younger men. Perhaps my second biggest regret is that I didn't hug you enough, kiss you enough, lounge in bed with you enough. There will be never enough of those moments.
Should something happen to me, this war, know that I never stopped loving you, not for one moment. You made this city a home for me, because you were in it. Without you, I would've left back to Bastion years ago. You held me here, in a way only a man I love, could.
Yours, always, and forever,
Your Bird Prince.
Written By Patrizio
April 29, 2021, 3:24 p.m.(5/19/1015 AR)
The war council was eventful.
Our strength is our unity. As much as we are so very often disparate fealties pulling in many directions, it is a lovely thing to realize that we can come together as one to face threats from outside. And despite misgivings were voiced about the war plan that we Pravus put before the council, spirited discussion and open minds have brought us all to a single, agreed-upon stratagem that we will use against the approaching Skal'dajan fleet. We will stand as one against them when they arrive.
The final preparations are now underway, these last few days that my feet walk the streets of Arx before the war finds us. So much, and yet so little, for me to do before that time. But I know this to be true:
Soon, we sail to meet the enemy. May the gods find us worthy of their favour, and may we do our ancestors and descendants proud.
Our strength is our unity. As much as we are so very often disparate fealties pulling in many directions, it is a lovely thing to realize that we can come together as one to face threats from outside. And despite misgivings were voiced about the war plan that we Pravus put before the council, spirited discussion and open minds have brought us all to a single, agreed-upon stratagem that we will use against the approaching Skal'dajan fleet. We will stand as one against them when they arrive.
The final preparations are now underway, these last few days that my feet walk the streets of Arx before the war finds us. So much, and yet so little, for me to do before that time. But I know this to be true:
Soon, we sail to meet the enemy. May the gods find us worthy of their favour, and may we do our ancestors and descendants proud.
Written By Aiden
April 29, 2021, 3:11 p.m.(5/19/1015 AR)
Of my last will and testament,
While I do not go to battle thinking I shall fail, I go to this one with an uneasy feeling regardless. I will be there with Gemecitta's tribute to the war efforts in Pieros. So it would be unwise to go without writing fresh thoughts to this, possibility.
I have reached out as best I could to part with what I could before I go, since I had gained so much through the years. I may have kept the crafter's in business all those years back, with how much I've acquired, too much, to go through in minute detail. You should see my perfume collection!
I think back and remember the first time, ten years ago, setting foot into the city of Arx and what a different place it had been - one seen through the lenses of boyhood wonder, a golden era, for me. I spent my first years creating the Menagerie in which has brought joy to all the people of the city, which is my hope at least. I spent later years, researching an ally that could be helpful in the times to come. I fought in many wars already and while I'm not yet to my 30th's birthday, I feel tired and weary of it all. But the people, I met, have certainly lifted any tiredness from me.
And Silas, will always be my beloved. Our love story began when he sat beside me and my brother. I should like to think of those days again, before either of us were bound to duty that caused us to drift apart, more and more with every passing year. Though it is a relationship I will cherish and will keep me hopeful that there's still many more years left.
But as for fighting, I can see now, the wars will never end. They will just keep going. There will always be another force threatening at our doorstep and I had hoped, once, to serve my King and realm with bravery and courage, to find a solution to an ideal world of peace. I had hoped to give my daughters a realm in which they could grow up in and marry whom they wanted, love who they wanted, and flourish and do anything they wanted. Unfortunately, the blot of hatred and these continued wars, make that particular future more and more distant.
Yet I go to war anyway. That is my duty. That is the cost of my noble blood, to rise to the demands to protect those who depend on us. I go with a chin held high but a heavy heart. I love my daughters, and I hope to see them again.
But if I do not... here are my wishes:
To my family and friends, I would wish that you have access to all the wonderful things that I've collected. Baron Silas will have direction of the items of mine left in Whitehawk manor. Duchess Grazia, will of course, have direction of items left at the Plaza Unita. I would recommend, speaking to them, about the distribution of any memories I have left behind.
Things after all, are not so important to me anymore. I spoke of this to my wife, the night before I left for Gemecitta and her navy. Memories are what is important.
So here is my real request:
If I die, quietly, or loudly, within this war, my spirit would be laid to rest easier, should there be memories of how we met, or what you remember of me, in these white pages. That's the greatest honor you can give me, so I am not forgotten...
I have gotten to know many of you and I have loved you all fondly and are all dear to my heart.
Treat each other well. And kindly.
Fight with honor.
As Duke, I will Proudly Fly The Black Falcon to Pieros. Ever Poised.
While I do not go to battle thinking I shall fail, I go to this one with an uneasy feeling regardless. I will be there with Gemecitta's tribute to the war efforts in Pieros. So it would be unwise to go without writing fresh thoughts to this, possibility.
I have reached out as best I could to part with what I could before I go, since I had gained so much through the years. I may have kept the crafter's in business all those years back, with how much I've acquired, too much, to go through in minute detail. You should see my perfume collection!
I think back and remember the first time, ten years ago, setting foot into the city of Arx and what a different place it had been - one seen through the lenses of boyhood wonder, a golden era, for me. I spent my first years creating the Menagerie in which has brought joy to all the people of the city, which is my hope at least. I spent later years, researching an ally that could be helpful in the times to come. I fought in many wars already and while I'm not yet to my 30th's birthday, I feel tired and weary of it all. But the people, I met, have certainly lifted any tiredness from me.
And Silas, will always be my beloved. Our love story began when he sat beside me and my brother. I should like to think of those days again, before either of us were bound to duty that caused us to drift apart, more and more with every passing year. Though it is a relationship I will cherish and will keep me hopeful that there's still many more years left.
But as for fighting, I can see now, the wars will never end. They will just keep going. There will always be another force threatening at our doorstep and I had hoped, once, to serve my King and realm with bravery and courage, to find a solution to an ideal world of peace. I had hoped to give my daughters a realm in which they could grow up in and marry whom they wanted, love who they wanted, and flourish and do anything they wanted. Unfortunately, the blot of hatred and these continued wars, make that particular future more and more distant.
Yet I go to war anyway. That is my duty. That is the cost of my noble blood, to rise to the demands to protect those who depend on us. I go with a chin held high but a heavy heart. I love my daughters, and I hope to see them again.
But if I do not... here are my wishes:
To my family and friends, I would wish that you have access to all the wonderful things that I've collected. Baron Silas will have direction of the items of mine left in Whitehawk manor. Duchess Grazia, will of course, have direction of items left at the Plaza Unita. I would recommend, speaking to them, about the distribution of any memories I have left behind.
Things after all, are not so important to me anymore. I spoke of this to my wife, the night before I left for Gemecitta and her navy. Memories are what is important.
So here is my real request:
If I die, quietly, or loudly, within this war, my spirit would be laid to rest easier, should there be memories of how we met, or what you remember of me, in these white pages. That's the greatest honor you can give me, so I am not forgotten...
I have gotten to know many of you and I have loved you all fondly and are all dear to my heart.
Treat each other well. And kindly.
Fight with honor.
As Duke, I will Proudly Fly The Black Falcon to Pieros. Ever Poised.
Written By Lyra
April 29, 2021, 2:58 p.m.(5/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
I was more than pleasantly surprised when the Duke of Pridehall bestowed the gift of a peachick upon me.
A lovely afternoon was had in selecting which I should have, and seated on the grass we hid handfuls of seeds in the folds of my skirts. Whilst some would choose the prettiest peachick, or the peachick that was the boldest, showiest or loudest, I wished for the one that displayed the greatest intelligence, and Eugenia Bisland-Malespero, The First of her Name, was exactly that one.
I am forever grateful to the duke for devising such a clever game to whittle the field, and whilst my maid might frown at the state of my gown after such an afternoon's sport, I find that I am delighted with my choice.
A lovely afternoon was had in selecting which I should have, and seated on the grass we hid handfuls of seeds in the folds of my skirts. Whilst some would choose the prettiest peachick, or the peachick that was the boldest, showiest or loudest, I wished for the one that displayed the greatest intelligence, and Eugenia Bisland-Malespero, The First of her Name, was exactly that one.
I am forever grateful to the duke for devising such a clever game to whittle the field, and whilst my maid might frown at the state of my gown after such an afternoon's sport, I find that I am delighted with my choice.
Written By Lianne
April 29, 2021, 2:15 p.m.(5/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Auda
I find that feeling is the oft-overlooked companion of accomplishment, that awful ache of what next. The possibilities can seem at once so vast and so sparse.
Written By Medeia
April 29, 2021, 1:58 p.m.(5/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Scholar, my search for a new patron has come to an end! I had some truly impressive offers made, but it is an honor to be able to have Duchess Margot extend patronage and accept it. I'm glad to have my patron be someone of the Isles so that I may continue to learn of my new home and work on projects together to benefit it. The duchess has already been a welcoming and trustworthy figure since I became an Eswynd just under a year ago. If our experience to this point is any indication, this choice will be a good one for us both.
Written By Amari
April 28, 2021, 8:53 p.m.(5/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Of course he's not old.
Written By Achard
April 28, 2021, 6:44 p.m.(5/17/1015 AR)
Stalwart is training for the lance, now. He is an avalanche when he charges, a mountain of flesh, and I am more than pleased. I have to get that armor finished, but I am closing on being ready. The new sword is the desert for all the hard work and I am eager for the day. Beyond all this, Georgine is doing very well and home is happy. I hope to take a trip to see home soon, Sir Reggie and the country air. Oh! I have also taken up archery and will work to polish this skill as well.
Written By Aelgar
April 28, 2021, 6:25 p.m.(5/17/1015 AR)
Busier nowadays. Spending time in the Archive working on my project and teaching newer Scholars. Still drumming up support for the new ships and looking forward to discussing concepts and goals with the more experienced senior Scholars. So many thoughts and directions, but I know the dust will settle as time passes. The Archives run smoothly and many outreach efforts of the organization continue to support the Compact and the betterment of humanity. This actually leaves me a little time for personal goals, so I managed to get thumped quite soundly by Ian on the training grounds, hopefully making me a little smarter with this fancy new axe!
Written By Raja
April 28, 2021, 1:15 p.m.(5/17/1015 AR)
I keep changing my plans for the library. At first, I had thought of building a simple building with a few shelves. However, my plans grow larger and larger in my head! I have finally decided on what I wish to do. When one enters the library, they will be greeted with a nice entrance area. I plan to build two wings off this entrance. One wing will be known as the Wing of Stories. It will be a place where a person can find all sorts of literature composed from the imagination. Poetry and stories will find a loving home here! I tend to feel that this will be a favorite place for people. The second wing will be called the Hall of Discovery. This will be an accumulation of knowledge of the world around us. In each of these halls, I will make comfortable places for people to sit and read. I am so very excited for the Lowers to have this.
Written By Piccola
April 28, 2021, 11:35 a.m.(5/17/1015 AR)
Glory is as a great tree.
It takes root and then extends itself. All false pretensions fall from it as leaves in autumn, dead and useless. It cannot feign or commit fraud.
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
It takes root and then extends itself. All false pretensions fall from it as leaves in autumn, dead and useless. It cannot feign or commit fraud.
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
Written By Raja
April 28, 2021, 10:36 a.m.(5/16/1015 AR)
I am not the woman who stands quietly when she is angered. I am not one to cow down to pompous pricks.
Written By Raja
April 28, 2021, 10:28 a.m.(5/16/1015 AR)
Am I justified to be angered at a Prince who walked into my forge and asked me to 'lower' myself? Who even does that? I dare say that not even the king would be so crass! I did not know this man from anyone else on the street and he saunters in while I was working on a blade talking about lowering myself before him. What's worse is when I told him to fuck off and that I would not bend my knee to him, he called me sweetheart and explained I could use both knees! I was so angry I saw red! I barely managed to keep it all together. I kicked him out of my shop. His poor assistant though, needs a pay raise and a stiff drink.
Written By Natasha
April 28, 2021, 3:48 a.m.(5/16/1015 AR)
The conclusion of the Crown Council's meeting with respect to my lord Gabriel Bisland's recommendations on the Skal'dajan war effort has drawn me to the shrines to light my candles and offer my prayers:
To Mangata, she of the sea and sky, in hopes that her waters and winds will be favorable to our men and women who must navigate and do battle upon them.
To Gloria, for her blessings in our efforts to wage an honorable war.
To the Queen of Beginnings and Endings, to readily and safely commit to her embrace the souls that we will inevitably lose, in hopes that the next turn of the Wheel rewards them with lives commensurate with their courage.
To the Sentinel, for our cause is righteous and just.
To Lagoma, for the strength to accept the outcomes we cannot change, the courage to change the ones we can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
And lastly, to Skald, our Father, for the choices we have made, and for the ones we have yet to make.
To Mangata, she of the sea and sky, in hopes that her waters and winds will be favorable to our men and women who must navigate and do battle upon them.
To Gloria, for her blessings in our efforts to wage an honorable war.
To the Queen of Beginnings and Endings, to readily and safely commit to her embrace the souls that we will inevitably lose, in hopes that the next turn of the Wheel rewards them with lives commensurate with their courage.
To the Sentinel, for our cause is righteous and just.
To Lagoma, for the strength to accept the outcomes we cannot change, the courage to change the ones we can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
And lastly, to Skald, our Father, for the choices we have made, and for the ones we have yet to make.
Written By Desma
April 27, 2021, 7:26 p.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
I have returned to Arx, but it would appear that my time in the city will yet be short. I await my assignment in the upcoming conflict, but with a willingness to serve wherever I am needed in Magnotta's name.
My archers are ready to fight. Never have I witnessed a more disciplined and efficient archery force, and it is truly an honor to lead them. People will soon be speaking the name of the "Talons" and their contribution; if not only in the Cyrto Islands themselves. And young children will begin to dream of one day joining their ranks.
Yes, my "Talons" are ready, but is their commander? In Magnotta's name and for the Compact...I most certainly am.
As the "Talons" motto states: Soar. Strike. Slay.
My archers are ready to fight. Never have I witnessed a more disciplined and efficient archery force, and it is truly an honor to lead them. People will soon be speaking the name of the "Talons" and their contribution; if not only in the Cyrto Islands themselves. And young children will begin to dream of one day joining their ranks.
Yes, my "Talons" are ready, but is their commander? In Magnotta's name and for the Compact...I most certainly am.
As the "Talons" motto states: Soar. Strike. Slay.
Written By Michael
April 27, 2021, 6:05 p.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Lyra
Only two of the peachicks that were clutched by Bibi the Peahen, Lady Claudia's, will be staying within Arx.
One to Lady Zoey Kennex nee Bisland per a trade made with Princess Sabella Grayson and gifted to Zoey.
One to Lady Lyra Byrne, who seems willing to follow the trend of naming peacocks fine names in hopes they aren't completely useless. Eugenia Bisland-Malespero, The First of her Name.
One to Lady Zoey Kennex nee Bisland per a trade made with Princess Sabella Grayson and gifted to Zoey.
One to Lady Lyra Byrne, who seems willing to follow the trend of naming peacocks fine names in hopes they aren't completely useless. Eugenia Bisland-Malespero, The First of her Name.
Written By Haakon
April 27, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
The storm that builds the longest will off break the hardest.
Ere I ever came to this wretched city, the Eurusi storm were gathering. Fucking years later, at last it looks to break in a great clamor of sundered spears and cracking oars. In letters of blood and salt water the next chapter will be writ; In the voice of howling winds and cries of the dying its chorus will be sung.
Right or wrong, folk will claim credit and glory, each convinced of their own righteous genius.
But for such things, the Wind cares not.
Ere I ever came to this wretched city, the Eurusi storm were gathering. Fucking years later, at last it looks to break in a great clamor of sundered spears and cracking oars. In letters of blood and salt water the next chapter will be writ; In the voice of howling winds and cries of the dying its chorus will be sung.
Right or wrong, folk will claim credit and glory, each convinced of their own righteous genius.
But for such things, the Wind cares not.
Written By Giada
April 27, 2021, 4:39 p.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
Gods grant mercy to those who can't work.
Written By Raja
April 27, 2021, 11:48 a.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
Oh. We will get that brawl.
Written By Wagner
April 27, 2021, 11:46 a.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Raja
I've met worst. Bench is returned, oh wipe those crying eyes all who weep.
At least she had the nerve. Pity we didn't get that brawl.
At least she had the nerve. Pity we didn't get that brawl.
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