Written By Ras
March 31, 2020, 11:13 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Behtuk
Where's Behtuk?
The firepit's been cold a long time. Used to come in sometimes when I'd gotten tired of knockin on Nyce's door, and sit with him and we'd eat fish stew and talk. Nobody's in the smithy. No sounds from the forge. It's quiet but not quiet like he was. He was a good kinda quiet and this is a bad one. Not the kinda quiet of a shop that's been neatly closed for a trip somewhere.
Today I went to see him to talk about a case. Maybe if I'd come sooner I would know what happened. Maybe I could've helped. There aren't that many folk I like and he's one. Didn't know him that well, but he said some of the things that've stuck with me the longest, about the north and his tribe and how they worked. When they hunt everyone eats.
I gotta find out where he is. If anyone (who reads this shit) knows, come find me.
The firepit's been cold a long time. Used to come in sometimes when I'd gotten tired of knockin on Nyce's door, and sit with him and we'd eat fish stew and talk. Nobody's in the smithy. No sounds from the forge. It's quiet but not quiet like he was. He was a good kinda quiet and this is a bad one. Not the kinda quiet of a shop that's been neatly closed for a trip somewhere.
Today I went to see him to talk about a case. Maybe if I'd come sooner I would know what happened. Maybe I could've helped. There aren't that many folk I like and he's one. Didn't know him that well, but he said some of the things that've stuck with me the longest, about the north and his tribe and how they worked. When they hunt everyone eats.
I gotta find out where he is. If anyone (who reads this shit) knows, come find me.
Written By Belladonna
March 31, 2020, 3:48 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
It is true that familiarity breeds contempt, certainly more in some cases than others, but more dangerous than contempt is complacency. Complacency is the poison that has ran its course in the veins of so many great falls in history.
I see the same faces, beloved and reviled, I hear the same voices, and watching the morning tide from the Deviant's deck, I am struck with overwhelming wanderlust. The trips to the Saffron Chain have gotten shorter, so to speak, and although a mysterious land of violence and dark legends, it is new and lush, beautiful in its unknowable depth. When I hear the battle cries of the White Rats or the Sons of the Centipede, I know I am far from home, and as painful as it may be, that is where I belong, now.
I am ready for the scars that await me. In fact, I feel my body ache for them. That is the only path forward. No Setarcan soul has ever developed in the comfort of wine and silk, and there are many boundaries left to break before I meet my journey's end.
I see the same faces, beloved and reviled, I hear the same voices, and watching the morning tide from the Deviant's deck, I am struck with overwhelming wanderlust. The trips to the Saffron Chain have gotten shorter, so to speak, and although a mysterious land of violence and dark legends, it is new and lush, beautiful in its unknowable depth. When I hear the battle cries of the White Rats or the Sons of the Centipede, I know I am far from home, and as painful as it may be, that is where I belong, now.
I am ready for the scars that await me. In fact, I feel my body ache for them. That is the only path forward. No Setarcan soul has ever developed in the comfort of wine and silk, and there are many boundaries left to break before I meet my journey's end.
Written By Rowenova
March 31, 2020, 2:26 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
After a couple years post divorce, I finally found new love. It is all entirely different and more wonderful than anything else I ever experienced with anyone else before.
Thank you for all your enduring kindness and patient grace.
Thank you for all your enduring kindness and patient grace.
Written By Victus
March 31, 2020, 1:39 a.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Deep within Maelstrom's walls, a good time to get some breathing space while we prepare to mobilize the banners. I was fortunate enough to find a lull between drills to take some time to myself. Took a retinue and made a journey to the ruins of Thrax's previous capital here on the Isle. Perhaps not the best of ideas, given the state of things. But the history is too valuable to not admire from time to time.
It's odd. There's broad strokes of familiarity on every wall, yet still so different from the city we sit upon today. I always note just how many devotions to Mangata are around every curve. Clear waters run down the fingers of the goddess, Her likeness carved in stone. In the central chamber, Her face greets every visitor with a welcoming smile. These halls have been abandoned for untold centuries, yet Her presence still illuminates the ancient structure with life.
I wonder why we grew away from such art as time went on. Monsters from the darkest depths of the present decorate our streets now, in the form of chalk and chiseled rocks. The things we'd seen spawn out of the darkwater and what the superstitious sailors speak of in the bloodwater. Combine that with the grey skies, the rain, everything can be very grim in comparison.
Since my trip, I've returned with ideas. I believe once the Skal'daja are dealt with, bringing pieces of Thrax's ancient history back to life could be a worthy endeavor.
It's odd. There's broad strokes of familiarity on every wall, yet still so different from the city we sit upon today. I always note just how many devotions to Mangata are around every curve. Clear waters run down the fingers of the goddess, Her likeness carved in stone. In the central chamber, Her face greets every visitor with a welcoming smile. These halls have been abandoned for untold centuries, yet Her presence still illuminates the ancient structure with life.
I wonder why we grew away from such art as time went on. Monsters from the darkest depths of the present decorate our streets now, in the form of chalk and chiseled rocks. The things we'd seen spawn out of the darkwater and what the superstitious sailors speak of in the bloodwater. Combine that with the grey skies, the rain, everything can be very grim in comparison.
Since my trip, I've returned with ideas. I believe once the Skal'daja are dealt with, bringing pieces of Thrax's ancient history back to life could be a worthy endeavor.
Written By Dianna
March 31, 2020, 12:46 a.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
I am moved deeply by the great number of attendees at the question-and-answer session I held at Tehom's Shrine.
Moved, as well, by the thoughtfulness of the questions, by the respectfulness of the attendees and grateful beyond measure that my dear friend, Rysen, found himself well enough to travel across the city to attend - along with Rukhnis and his pregnant wife.
There are so very many emotions roiling inside me - as many as when I returned home from the rescue. But, as opposed to then, when I was so frustrated, hurt, angry and torn by all we had seen, I find myself overjoyed, desperate to embrace all whom I love and assure them that I do, in fact, so deeply value them.
Such are the effects of darkness, should we face their Truths.
And it is Vayne's patience that has so often allowed me to see, without fear, all that I feel and think.
Forever, I am indebted to the Archlector of Tehom. For, if I am and share but an ounce of good, it would remain tainted without his ever-embracing and understanding mind and heart and soul, allowing me to so deeply and profoundly self-reflect -- and turn what is dark within myself back over to Tehom, or make of it, somehow in what seems a magical way, a bright and vibrant thing of light.
Love of oneself - and of others - is surely one of life's greatest, most powerful mysteries of Truth and Wonder.
Moved, as well, by the thoughtfulness of the questions, by the respectfulness of the attendees and grateful beyond measure that my dear friend, Rysen, found himself well enough to travel across the city to attend - along with Rukhnis and his pregnant wife.
There are so very many emotions roiling inside me - as many as when I returned home from the rescue. But, as opposed to then, when I was so frustrated, hurt, angry and torn by all we had seen, I find myself overjoyed, desperate to embrace all whom I love and assure them that I do, in fact, so deeply value them.
Such are the effects of darkness, should we face their Truths.
And it is Vayne's patience that has so often allowed me to see, without fear, all that I feel and think.
Forever, I am indebted to the Archlector of Tehom. For, if I am and share but an ounce of good, it would remain tainted without his ever-embracing and understanding mind and heart and soul, allowing me to so deeply and profoundly self-reflect -- and turn what is dark within myself back over to Tehom, or make of it, somehow in what seems a magical way, a bright and vibrant thing of light.
Love of oneself - and of others - is surely one of life's greatest, most powerful mysteries of Truth and Wonder.
Written By Valencia
March 31, 2020, midnight(1/10/1013 AR)
Some things, no matter how hard, are just worth fighting for.
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Written By Raja
March 30, 2020, 11:47 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
What am I?
Written By Preston
March 30, 2020, 7:53 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
What's the difference between a Templar and an ordinary person? One step.
When things are easy, any man can step forward in support of a righteous cause.
It is when things are hard, when things are bleak, when the weight of a thousand other obligations weigh upon the mind of people? When the innocent are threatened, but you are few against a force of many? That is when it matters. That you take that one step forward, when all others want to move back. One step towards the righteous cause. It is not about foolhardiness - when the Templar acts he should know all, he should step forward knowing the weight of what he does and its implications. And as those final prayers before battle slip from his lips, they should not be for life, but instead for honour. So we might walk into the Shining Lands, our heads unbowed.
There are many who do this anyway, who are not Templars. Those who honour Gloria with their deeds, and whose memories and acts we worship in the Shrine. But it is true too of the Templars, and the Faith Militant, because it is our duty.
When things are easy, any man can step forward in support of a righteous cause.
It is when things are hard, when things are bleak, when the weight of a thousand other obligations weigh upon the mind of people? When the innocent are threatened, but you are few against a force of many? That is when it matters. That you take that one step forward, when all others want to move back. One step towards the righteous cause. It is not about foolhardiness - when the Templar acts he should know all, he should step forward knowing the weight of what he does and its implications. And as those final prayers before battle slip from his lips, they should not be for life, but instead for honour. So we might walk into the Shining Lands, our heads unbowed.
There are many who do this anyway, who are not Templars. Those who honour Gloria with their deeds, and whose memories and acts we worship in the Shrine. But it is true too of the Templars, and the Faith Militant, because it is our duty.
Written By Nurie
March 30, 2020, 7:49 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
My heart is heavy, the world a little less bright. Perhaps with time the weight will seem comforting, like the blanket of snow that covers the dormant roots until the warmth of spring calls new shoots and leaves forward.
Written By Tanith
March 30, 2020, 7:32 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
That was the best chocolate cake I've ever made.
So of course I lose the recipe.
-Fuck-.
So of course I lose the recipe.
-Fuck-.
Written By Tanith
March 30, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Tanith. Don't write in your blacks while you're drunk. Sure it's just between you and the Gods but honestly. -Honestly-. The gods already know you're a sap. Mangata's marbles, woman. That will never go away.
Written By Selene
March 30, 2020, 5:39 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
I have not nearly enough messages in my hands this week. If you seek a correspondent over any topic at all, do send me word.
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 5 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Sweet coffee. Delicious... Delicious... life giving juice of the seeds of an otherwise nasty sort of berry. Caretaker of sanity, the hand that holds the hearts of millions and caresses their cheeks.
Coffee doesn't judge. No. Even if you taint it with various flavors or creamers. It still loves you. Still forgives. Perhaps coffee is the divine force that grants the energy to go on, serenity, warmth, hope. Wonders untold in a sip far more requested of than mere, pathetic water. A mutual gift of all gods to mortals. To show they love us.
Marry me, Coffee. I shall be forever true.
Coffee doesn't judge. No. Even if you taint it with various flavors or creamers. It still loves you. Still forgives. Perhaps coffee is the divine force that grants the energy to go on, serenity, warmth, hope. Wonders untold in a sip far more requested of than mere, pathetic water. A mutual gift of all gods to mortals. To show they love us.
Marry me, Coffee. I shall be forever true.
Written By Cadern
March 30, 2020, 3:36 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Lady Mikani brings up an excellent point. One cannot remark highly enough about Princess Valencia. This is an excellent team to join!
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 3:33 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
To be part of that choice that swayed the course of a life, I am humbled.
Written By Mikani
March 30, 2020, 3:15 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Team Princess Valencia. All the way!
Written By Bliss
March 30, 2020, 2:57 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
After Everard, you'd think I would know that noble is a title and not a descriptor. So many who claim to be simply aren't. At least we can use them as examples.
Written By Adalyn
March 30, 2020, 2:05 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Day 3? 4? of watching the little Laurent heir (I've lost count): I thought proposing a hiding game was a genius idea on my part. It would require stillness and a few moments of blessed quiet. How was I to know this child is an expert hider? I tore the house apart looking for him in every hiding spot I could think of and when I finally announced that I gave up and called for him to come out, there was nothing. Stillness. No Eadric to be found. I nearly called the guards, thinking he must have wandered off, or worse, been abducted. I was sure of it! Just as I was growing frantic, he appeared from gods-know-where with a delighted giggle, triumphantly declaring that he had won. He refuses to tell me where he was hiding that whole time.
No more hiding games. Gods help me. Is the week over yet?
Duke Cristoph, Duchess Nicia, if you're reading this, it's fine. We're fine.
No more hiding games. Gods help me. Is the week over yet?
Duke Cristoph, Duchess Nicia, if you're reading this, it's fine. We're fine.
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 1:20 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Ever I bask in the glory of the dawn, your music my greatest treasure.
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 12:37 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Unfortunate.
Though at the end of our association there were differences - I am sorry to see a life end.
Be well in the Shining Lands.
Perhaps there can be reconciliation there.
Though at the end of our association there were differences - I am sorry to see a life end.
Be well in the Shining Lands.
Perhaps there can be reconciliation there.
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