Written By Tesha
Oct. 16, 2023, 10:01 p.m.(1/9/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I received one as well. It would appear that people are returning from the dead.
Or someone thinks they are very funny.
Or someone thinks they are very funny.
Written By Lys
Oct. 16, 2023, 8:09 p.m.(1/9/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sen'azala
She returned something precious to me and I... don't know how to feel about it.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 16, 2023, 3:48 p.m.(1/8/1021 AR)
I don't recall ever feeling so exhausted, and I once midwifed between twin sisters giving birth to twins within the same hour.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 16, 2023, 3:44 p.m.(1/8/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Is someone trying to pull a prank on me?
What is this message I received????
What is this message I received????
Written By Fairen
Oct. 16, 2023, 8:15 a.m.(1/8/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Iliana
What once seemed only a thorn in my backside has come around to a fondness that I cannot deny. The thorn is still there, but...
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 16, 2023, 6:15 a.m.(1/8/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
Met a knight in the hospital ward. He was grievously injured during the recent battle. Perhaps it is because of the duties that he must perform, but his outlook upon life is so bleak. Some might call it realistic, but I thought it was too bleak. he said that all that awaited him was a fiery death. That he has moments of happiness, but that they are always over and end. I tried cheering the man, probably giving him unwanted advice. I know that I cannot change this man's lived experiences, or the way he views his life and the world. But I ardently wish I could, to make it better even just slightly.
Written By Lys
Oct. 15, 2023, 11:41 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
For once I did not have nightmares. Instead a blissful, emptiness game to my dreams. No laughter, no hollow bells, only a soft warm silence. I know the reason why but it cannot be written down into words.
Written By Lys
Oct. 15, 2023, 11:40 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
Duke Shepherd has both given me a new puppy to help ward off my nightmares and taken me as a protege. We have a goal in mind now. And I think... it may be the most ambitious thing I have ever worked for.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 15, 2023, 11:19 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Petraea
Petraea Livy.
Most did not know her face, only her reputation. Many will remember her with suspicion. She was, after all, the Tribune of Cardia. Some will remember her as uncompromising woman of ambition, ready and willing to use every tool in her arsenal if the ends justified the means, and they would not be wrong. That was all a part of her, but it was not what defined her - and I will not pretend I knew her half so well as I would have preferred. I know only what I saw, what I lived, and what I will always remember.
I remember a woman who could spin an intricate, nuanced web or become flash, flame and fury on the field of battle, but stumble when confronted with kindness. The sort of woman who wouldn't know what to do with herself if you hugged her, but who cared with a quiet ferocity that even she didn't seem to recognize. Her actions always spoke more than she ever knew, ever guided for the sake of the future, for the sake of family, even those who have long since passed.
I remember how she cared for a scrawny whip of a girl and made sure she was fed, clothed, and always had a safe place to rest. Plucked her up from a life scrabbling for coppers, shivering towards a cold death in some godsforsaken back alley in the parts of the Lowers that few would ever care to visit. She was clumsy. Awkward. She often struggled with how and when to show her love, but she kept her promises. She kept that girl safe, warm, and never wanting for a meal ever again. How she saved her life, time and time again, whether or not she knew it. That was the sort of woman Petraea was.
I remember just how much she sacrificed, what she left undone, what she meant to those she left behind to carry on after her. She left this world with an unequivocal act of heroism, something that has ever been second nature to her. So many times, she threw her life into peril to help those who may never know she ever lifted a finger. That she would never suffer past atrocities like Bastion and Artshall to happen again. She helped the armies of Arx win the day on the field of battle time and time again, until her last breath.
She burned brighter than any flame, lived a bold life, without compromise. Her long shadow was a place of safety for those who loved her, and a thing to be feared by those unseen threats in the darkness, keeping them exactly where they belonged. She held back the tides, and gave us all the gift of time, hoping that we would be strong enough to meet it when it arrived.
She trusted that we would live - and I hope to prove her that her trust was not misplaced. We live in a time where nothing feels certain, and it's altogether too easy to fall to sorrow, to be a prisoner to doubt. We must all face the things that are to come not with terror, but as she would. With fire in our hearts and fangs bared, even when the odds feel insurmountable.
Live. Fiercely. Brightly.
Look ever toward the horizon. Extend a hand to those you can lift up. Protect those that you care for. Do not shy away from doing what needs to be done. This is the Dream that Petraea gave her life to protect - and it is worth fighting for, always.
I will remember. Forever.
Most did not know her face, only her reputation. Many will remember her with suspicion. She was, after all, the Tribune of Cardia. Some will remember her as uncompromising woman of ambition, ready and willing to use every tool in her arsenal if the ends justified the means, and they would not be wrong. That was all a part of her, but it was not what defined her - and I will not pretend I knew her half so well as I would have preferred. I know only what I saw, what I lived, and what I will always remember.
I remember a woman who could spin an intricate, nuanced web or become flash, flame and fury on the field of battle, but stumble when confronted with kindness. The sort of woman who wouldn't know what to do with herself if you hugged her, but who cared with a quiet ferocity that even she didn't seem to recognize. Her actions always spoke more than she ever knew, ever guided for the sake of the future, for the sake of family, even those who have long since passed.
I remember how she cared for a scrawny whip of a girl and made sure she was fed, clothed, and always had a safe place to rest. Plucked her up from a life scrabbling for coppers, shivering towards a cold death in some godsforsaken back alley in the parts of the Lowers that few would ever care to visit. She was clumsy. Awkward. She often struggled with how and when to show her love, but she kept her promises. She kept that girl safe, warm, and never wanting for a meal ever again. How she saved her life, time and time again, whether or not she knew it. That was the sort of woman Petraea was.
I remember just how much she sacrificed, what she left undone, what she meant to those she left behind to carry on after her. She left this world with an unequivocal act of heroism, something that has ever been second nature to her. So many times, she threw her life into peril to help those who may never know she ever lifted a finger. That she would never suffer past atrocities like Bastion and Artshall to happen again. She helped the armies of Arx win the day on the field of battle time and time again, until her last breath.
She burned brighter than any flame, lived a bold life, without compromise. Her long shadow was a place of safety for those who loved her, and a thing to be feared by those unseen threats in the darkness, keeping them exactly where they belonged. She held back the tides, and gave us all the gift of time, hoping that we would be strong enough to meet it when it arrived.
She trusted that we would live - and I hope to prove her that her trust was not misplaced. We live in a time where nothing feels certain, and it's altogether too easy to fall to sorrow, to be a prisoner to doubt. We must all face the things that are to come not with terror, but as she would. With fire in our hearts and fangs bared, even when the odds feel insurmountable.
Live. Fiercely. Brightly.
Look ever toward the horizon. Extend a hand to those you can lift up. Protect those that you care for. Do not shy away from doing what needs to be done. This is the Dream that Petraea gave her life to protect - and it is worth fighting for, always.
I will remember. Forever.
Written By Ilmia
Oct. 15, 2023, 11:07 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
I have returned to the city. I arrived late to help defend, but I will do my best to help with research in the future.
Written By Jan
Oct. 15, 2023, 10:22 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
I fear I made the wrong choice. Next battle I will be where I belong.
Written By Raven
Oct. 15, 2023, 10:10 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
It is good to be back and see some of the family I serve has also returned.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 15, 2023, 10:08 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Gabriella
Was introduced to the Princess Gabriella today. She seems quite an intimidating woman. And she so happened to walk in, when I was teasing his highness the archduke. I can only hope she didn't take it too seriously, and that it hasn't put a black mark against me.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 15, 2023, 10:07 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
Was introduced to Viviana for the first time today. She seems such a delightful sort of person. I feel she and I will get on swimmingly, and pray that we might become fast friends.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 15, 2023, 10:06 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
Had a lovely opportunity to spend some time with the Prince Patrizio at the traders tavern. He is such a gentleman through and through, but I fear he takes the things I say too seriously. I hope I haven't given the man any offense, and hopes that he might realize that about ninety percent of the things I say, I say in gest. Perhaps that is a fault of mine, treating people with too much familiarity. But then if it is, it has always been so. I can only hope the prince will take it in with good grace, and that we will forge a strong friendship.
Written By Evangeline
Oct. 15, 2023, 10 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
The return to the city of Arx comes with both excitement and guilt. There were many things left undone, unsaid, unfinished in the past and returning home allows me to see to those things and I truly intend to do this. There have also been many changes in the city. News traveled to my ears and my heart aches for those we lost and my first order of business will be to go and visit with the wounded and the healing. It was always something I did as a Whisper and something I intend to do in the coming days.
I admit it will take time to reacquaint myself not only with the city but also with my home. There is comfort in its familiarity, and yet, I am disconnected from it. I know this feeling is fleeting.
I admit it will take time to reacquaint myself not only with the city but also with my home. There is comfort in its familiarity, and yet, I am disconnected from it. I know this feeling is fleeting.
Written By Titus
Oct. 15, 2023, 9:52 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
A set of reflections that I've been thinking about regarding the recent past in Arx while I have been away.
The flower's petals must wither but from their decay new blooms of destiny and life shall arise, death begets rebirth and from birth we are slated to die. Remember the bloom so they will never wholly die.
Our legacy, like ice on steel, preserves the past. Yet it is the flames of innovation that shape our future, transforming us into the architects of our own fate. To remain unyielding, frozen like ice on steel, is to deny the very essence of our heritage each of us have. Perhaps we need to embrace the fire of transformation and change to find our strength.
The flower's petals must wither but from their decay new blooms of destiny and life shall arise, death begets rebirth and from birth we are slated to die. Remember the bloom so they will never wholly die.
Our legacy, like ice on steel, preserves the past. Yet it is the flames of innovation that shape our future, transforming us into the architects of our own fate. To remain unyielding, frozen like ice on steel, is to deny the very essence of our heritage each of us have. Perhaps we need to embrace the fire of transformation and change to find our strength.
Written By Denica
Oct. 15, 2023, 9:22 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Despite chaos and turmoil, trouble and calamity, following my heart has never done me wrong.
Written By Ophelia
Oct. 15, 2023, 8:53 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
I lost count of the crows as I walked home today. Snow was falling, which didn't help matters.
The call of a familiar hunting hawk brought tears to my eyes when I approached the estate. Oh how I've missed my family and friends.
The call of a familiar hunting hawk brought tears to my eyes when I approached the estate. Oh how I've missed my family and friends.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 15, 2023, 7:38 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
There are no words that I can commit to parchment to adequately convey what I saw and what I feel in the wake of the battle outside the walls of Arx. These past few days have challenged me and shown me many things. I stood with our soldiers, I stitched the wounds I could.
There was nothing more I could have done in the time I had with the resources available. And we claimed victory! So then why do I feel such a deep ache in the pit of my stomach?
I want my children home. I want to celebrate something. I want to be able to thank those who can no longer be thanked.
There was nothing more I could have done in the time I had with the resources available. And we claimed victory! So then why do I feel such a deep ache in the pit of my stomach?
I want my children home. I want to celebrate something. I want to be able to thank those who can no longer be thanked.
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