Written By Katarina
April 24, 2017, 3 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
Duchess Belladonna Pravus?
I encountered her some weeks ago, first, in the shrine of the Sentinel. She'd been in prayer for far longer than I think her attending ladies were comfortable with, but she endured the discomfort and roused from her reverence with resilient grace and ease that I can only secretly hope for when the gods awful time comes for me to be with child. (Years from now, hopefully, after I've become a great sea admiral of the Oathlands and made Prince Edain talk like a sea-born sailor and outrace no less than three of the greatest ships the Mourning Isles have to offer. More on these ambitious goals later!)
Anyway. The Sentinel clearly blessed me with running into her that day, and any time thereafter. She has been nothing but kind and indulgent of my whims. From the picnic I sprung on her, and now this event to celebrate the continuity of life in the face of death, she's been my enabler to do things far beyond myself and I always feel better after having shared her company. She's quickly becoming someone I'd like to call a friend.
I encountered her some weeks ago, first, in the shrine of the Sentinel. She'd been in prayer for far longer than I think her attending ladies were comfortable with, but she endured the discomfort and roused from her reverence with resilient grace and ease that I can only secretly hope for when the gods awful time comes for me to be with child. (Years from now, hopefully, after I've become a great sea admiral of the Oathlands and made Prince Edain talk like a sea-born sailor and outrace no less than three of the greatest ships the Mourning Isles have to offer. More on these ambitious goals later!)
Anyway. The Sentinel clearly blessed me with running into her that day, and any time thereafter. She has been nothing but kind and indulgent of my whims. From the picnic I sprung on her, and now this event to celebrate the continuity of life in the face of death, she's been my enabler to do things far beyond myself and I always feel better after having shared her company. She's quickly becoming someone I'd like to call a friend.
Written By Katarina
April 18, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(4/18/1006 AR)
{Translated Roughly from the journals Katarina penned in Eurusi}
# A comet circling 'round his star
# Her compliance it sought after,
# Before he kissed her, for life's sake
# Despised her, love withered away
#
# No one knows, no, no, no, no
# That we're desecrated, distorted
# No place too safe, our lives astray
#
# Where the worlds converged
#_ So effortlessly it curved
##_ Fates were undecided, wherein
NN#p Destinies lay unfulfilled.
40NNh_
4JF@NNp_
JLE5@WRNp_
_F`@q4WBN@Np_
"0^#-LJ_9"NNNMp__ {Interlude of the Cosmos}
a0,3_j_j_9FN@N@0NMp__
j L 6 9""Q"#^q@NDNNNMpg____ ____
# A comet circling 'round his star
# Her compliance it sought after,
# Before he kissed her, for life's sake
# Despised her, love withered away
#
# No one knows, no, no, no, no
# That we're desecrated, distorted
# No place too safe, our lives astray
#
# Where the worlds converged
#_ So effortlessly it curved
##_ Fates were undecided, wherein
NN#p Destinies lay unfulfilled.
40NNh_
4JF@NNp_
JLE5@WRNp_
_F`@q4WBN@Np_
"0^#-LJ_9"NNNMp__ {Interlude of the Cosmos}
a0,3_j_j_9FN@N@0NMp__
j L 6 9""Q"#^q@NDNNNMpg____ ____
Written By Katarina
March 26, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
When the Sentinel imparted upon me a vision of warning; of Valardin Knights turning to dust before an armored man, and Alis took my vision, and with me, prayed for clarity... Nothing could have prepared me to watch it come to pass before our very eyes out there on the fields. I thought my warnings were heeded, that we'd spared lives. Apparently, we did not... Where did we go wrong?
Written By Katarina
March 26, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(3/1/1006 AR)
It was a strange thing, fighting in the frontlines after having surrendered my blades for two years. I'm a lot more rustier than I thought, but there's nothing like the present to begin improving one's self for the next battles.
Written By Katarina
March 13, 2017, 12:05 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
It's been some weeks now since I first arrived in this city. I've had too many experiences to write about one in particular, all as significant and meaningful in some way as the other. The ache of my heart eases with each new day for those lost at sea, who died in search of new hope and a second chance upon life we set out to find together. Worry not, my brethren, for I will see you again it the next life. Until then, may fortune favor you as you're cast back into the Dream, teeming with potential of beautiful creation once more as you wait for rebirth.
Written By Katarina
March 12, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Prince of Sanctum, and sweetest of men who I have been blessed to encounter and call a friend. He welcomed me without hesitation, heard my story, and did not turn me away when I was at my lowest. It is because of him and the Valardin family that I am alive and well, so to him and Alis I owe him my loyalty and friendship unquestioned.
Written By Katarina
March 12, 2017, 11:55 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
Former thrall, and presumed blood relation of Count Darkwater. She makes the most beautiful jewelry I have ever laid eyes on since I've come to these shores, and I have the honor and privilege of calling upon her as my lady's maid. Perhaps I will be her patron soon enough. I can't wait to know more of her.
Written By Katarina
March 5, 2017, 9:23 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Mighty wielder of the holy flail, and one of the very first friends I've ever made here in the Compact. She advocated for me and trusted me when she had naught but the word of foreign refugees, gave us protection and shelter when she could have cast us away. For that, I am eternally indebted to her and her family.
Written By Katarina
March 5, 2017, 9:20 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
He is a man borne of both endless sand and sea, with fire in his veins and a killer's unrepentance in his eye. I do not know what to think of him, so I shall not commit thought to a reality I not yet understand myself. The way of the lands that welcome me are a hard thing to grasp, their language so vastly different from my own. But he speaks mine well enough, and that is comforting in itself.
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