Written By Reigna
Aug. 29, 2018, 1:52 a.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
That was well done.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 28, 2018, 7:06 p.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Actually, Lady Monique Greenmarch has already issued a Challenge to Ann Crovane. And the planning meeting to discuss the Physicians response to the impending battle is scheduled for tomorrow.
So... since my chores are done, may I go back to pointing out when Peers are behaving badly?
So... since my chores are done, may I go back to pointing out when Peers are behaving badly?
Written By Reigna
Aug. 28, 2018, 5:41 p.m.(6/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
I am no warrior, and yet I went to Stormwall. I was there in the passes with the wounded, helping my fellow healers deal with the wounded. We treated all we could and offered solace to those who were returning to the Queen.
I still have nightmares about the sounds and smells of that place. I wake with tears on my face, remembering the sizzle of hot blades cauterizing wounds. The stench of burnt flesh and the copper that coated my tongue for weeks after. I remember seeing my friend Lady Eirlys give her life to save another. I remember the surge of hope I felt when I saw what remained of the Valardin cavalry come to support the soldiers, Templars and Knights protecting us against the tide of darkness bearing down upon us.
I remember so many sigils, heraldry and Houses, united to preserve the safety of the Compact as a whole. Yes. There were losses. But the enemy was denied a foothold in the Compact. Where would we be today if they had taken the city? Where would we be if that war was still raging, if they kept coming, raging South?
Was the price Crovane paid steep? Yes. But each "joke" that is made by this Duke, it cheapens the price that *everyone* paid who was there. It was not just Crovane who felt loss. But the losses would be so much *worse* if Princess Marian had not done what she did.
Whoever raised you, Ann Crovane... I weep for their failure. You defend the indefensible. You and your Duke are hiding behind the most cowardly of lies. Humor does not excuse a systematic and apparently relentless pattern of tearing down someone who made a hard, but correct decision.
You said yourself Princess Marian has sunk much of her own money and resources into helping rebuild Stormwall. And *still* you pick at her. Leadership drives forward. All this looking back and moaning does not serve your people, nor does it bring honor to the name Crovane. You are acting like spoiled children. Be better examples to those who look to you, lest they stop looking to you at all.
I still have nightmares about the sounds and smells of that place. I wake with tears on my face, remembering the sizzle of hot blades cauterizing wounds. The stench of burnt flesh and the copper that coated my tongue for weeks after. I remember seeing my friend Lady Eirlys give her life to save another. I remember the surge of hope I felt when I saw what remained of the Valardin cavalry come to support the soldiers, Templars and Knights protecting us against the tide of darkness bearing down upon us.
I remember so many sigils, heraldry and Houses, united to preserve the safety of the Compact as a whole. Yes. There were losses. But the enemy was denied a foothold in the Compact. Where would we be today if they had taken the city? Where would we be if that war was still raging, if they kept coming, raging South?
Was the price Crovane paid steep? Yes. But each "joke" that is made by this Duke, it cheapens the price that *everyone* paid who was there. It was not just Crovane who felt loss. But the losses would be so much *worse* if Princess Marian had not done what she did.
Whoever raised you, Ann Crovane... I weep for their failure. You defend the indefensible. You and your Duke are hiding behind the most cowardly of lies. Humor does not excuse a systematic and apparently relentless pattern of tearing down someone who made a hard, but correct decision.
You said yourself Princess Marian has sunk much of her own money and resources into helping rebuild Stormwall. And *still* you pick at her. Leadership drives forward. All this looking back and moaning does not serve your people, nor does it bring honor to the name Crovane. You are acting like spoiled children. Be better examples to those who look to you, lest they stop looking to you at all.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 27, 2018, 8:43 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
I am trying to sort out how to parse the comments: 'I am not angry with you, I just think you are incompetent and your judgement is flawed to the point you should not be in the position you are in' fits in with 'I was just joking' when you were stating such at a meeting?
Clearly you were not joking, if those are your genuine feelings, as it seems they are.
Ergo, if it is true that you feel that way, you were not joking.
That being said your family lost a castle held for generations.
But at least your people are still alive. And you have been rebuilding a better, stronger, and apparently erection inducing new one.
Are you vying for the position of Warchief of Redrain? Or just removing Princess Marian, a woman of renown as a warrior and commander from that role? If that is your goal, you should simply say so. Do you not think?
Clearly you were not joking, if those are your genuine feelings, as it seems they are.
Ergo, if it is true that you feel that way, you were not joking.
That being said your family lost a castle held for generations.
But at least your people are still alive. And you have been rebuilding a better, stronger, and apparently erection inducing new one.
Are you vying for the position of Warchief of Redrain? Or just removing Princess Marian, a woman of renown as a warrior and commander from that role? If that is your goal, you should simply say so. Do you not think?
Written By Reigna
Aug. 27, 2018, 8:28 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Elloise
I am very glad to see that your positioning vocabulary is going well! Also, top marks for your punning!
Written By Reigna
Aug. 27, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Godric
I believe that you have just penned the topic of the next Physicians outing.
We shall hold this in a tavern and play a game of 'What came out of X'? Or perhaps 'Why they died'?
No names of course. That would be unspeakably rude.
We shall hold this in a tavern and play a game of 'What came out of X'? Or perhaps 'Why they died'?
No names of course. That would be unspeakably rude.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 27, 2018, 6 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
I can tell you truthfully of all the objects I have removed or observed being removed from the posterior of patients over the years I have been a healer, only three of them have been sticks, and of those three none were from the Oathlands.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 27, 2018, 2:51 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
...
....
... I have the light of the gods to show me the way?
I cannot believe I forgot *candles*. I am terrible at adventuring.
....
... I have the light of the gods to show me the way?
I cannot believe I forgot *candles*. I am terrible at adventuring.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 27, 2018, 2:43 p.m.(6/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Hey now! Oathlanders adventure fantastically! There are just certain rules and procedures that must be adhered to. For instance:
1. One must always be prepared.
a. To be properly prepared, one must always pack the following:
i. Armor
ii. Weapons (At least two, you never know if the first might fail you, oh and a backup dagger. And hairpins! Those are a must.)
iii. Armor polish (Just because one is roughing it, does not mean one should not look their best.)
iv. Whet stone (A dull blade makes for healthy enemies)
v. A tent
vi. A pillow and blankets. (Good rest is key to facing challenges)
vii. A rope (Useful in all sorts of situations)
viii. A valet (To cook your meals, to polish your armor and to sharpen your blades and patch up injuries)
ix. Parchment and Quill (For when inspiration strikes to compose sonnet or ballad and to perform oblations to Vellichor)
x. Snacks. (A grumbly tummy may turn the tide of battle)
2. Do your devotions to the gods
3. Plan, plan, plan!
a. Research
b. Research some more!
c. Come up with a strategy
d. Come up with a backup strategy for when the first inevitably dissolves into chaos
e. Remember, you are doing this for honor! For the gods! For the love of your family! For the OATHLANDS!
4. Clear it with your liege
5. ADVENTURE SUCCESS!
1. One must always be prepared.
a. To be properly prepared, one must always pack the following:
i. Armor
ii. Weapons (At least two, you never know if the first might fail you, oh and a backup dagger. And hairpins! Those are a must.)
iii. Armor polish (Just because one is roughing it, does not mean one should not look their best.)
iv. Whet stone (A dull blade makes for healthy enemies)
v. A tent
vi. A pillow and blankets. (Good rest is key to facing challenges)
vii. A rope (Useful in all sorts of situations)
viii. A valet (To cook your meals, to polish your armor and to sharpen your blades and patch up injuries)
ix. Parchment and Quill (For when inspiration strikes to compose sonnet or ballad and to perform oblations to Vellichor)
x. Snacks. (A grumbly tummy may turn the tide of battle)
2. Do your devotions to the gods
3. Plan, plan, plan!
a. Research
b. Research some more!
c. Come up with a strategy
d. Come up with a backup strategy for when the first inevitably dissolves into chaos
e. Remember, you are doing this for honor! For the gods! For the love of your family! For the OATHLANDS!
4. Clear it with your liege
5. ADVENTURE SUCCESS!
Written By Reigna
Aug. 25, 2018, 7 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
You have a decided gift for language, Marquis Hadrian. Reading your words is almost always a delight, but in your last musing, I found myself laughing even as my eyes welled with tears for the loss of our dear friend. I think that is precisely as it should be, grief and laughter both. Thank you, and thank Marquessa Cambria for sharing these intimate thoughts. Know that your loss is echoed in Keaton Hall, as well as the joy found in knowing him. I am looking forward to the memorial, as odd as those words feel to write. For in our shared loss and love, I feel it will be a party unlike any other. I know Kael and I will be there, cups raised and nurses warned that if there are any toddler screams the next day they will all be shipped to Oakhaven. (Not really, of course, but I have had the misfortune to have had a child shriek directly in my ear while suffering from wine head. Once was more than enough.)
Written By Reigna
Aug. 24, 2018, 11:10 a.m.(6/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
You are very correct. The examples I used were needlessly simplistic and not at all representative of the point I was trying to make. The issue I am trying to express is that opinions based on in matters that can be factually be proven or disproven, can themselves be factually correct or incorrect if they are based on misinformation. Which, upon reflection, echoes Lady Prisila's words about opinions be able to be 'misguided'. Though I really prefer the term 'misinformed'. ...And I begin to see the pedant that people are complaining about.
I think the issue that really bothered me was the idea that there is an equivalency between opinion and fact. That is a slippery slope towards madness, believing the two have equal weight. However, upon rereading the pages I had read before, I do not think that was the case made.
That being said I am being woefully pedantic and do not have any excuse for it other than... sometimes I can be woefully pedantic. This is a ridiculous hill to die upon, however, and if I have caused offense, then I happily and sincerely, offer my apologies to those injured by my words.
I think the issue that really bothered me was the idea that there is an equivalency between opinion and fact. That is a slippery slope towards madness, believing the two have equal weight. However, upon rereading the pages I had read before, I do not think that was the case made.
That being said I am being woefully pedantic and do not have any excuse for it other than... sometimes I can be woefully pedantic. This is a ridiculous hill to die upon, however, and if I have caused offense, then I happily and sincerely, offer my apologies to those injured by my words.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 24, 2018, 2:16 a.m.(6/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Prisila
Thank you for giving a prime example on how an opinion can very much be incorrect.
No, an opinion is not a statement of fact.
Yes, an opinion can be objectively incorrect.
Also, not to be constrained or haughty, but... An opinion can be misguided, but no... what? I have been unable to stop wondering what the rest of that thought was.
No, an opinion is not a statement of fact.
Yes, an opinion can be objectively incorrect.
Also, not to be constrained or haughty, but... An opinion can be misguided, but no... what? I have been unable to stop wondering what the rest of that thought was.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 24, 2018, 2:11 a.m.(6/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I think I would feel better if it were some performance art. A circus of the absurd or some such. Would that not be better?
Written By Reigna
Aug. 24, 2018, 1:36 a.m.(6/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Prisila
That is a deeply flawed statement. Opinions can be objectively wrong or right. I can say I have an opinion that oranges are green. That would be wrong. Am I entitled to that opinion? Certainly. Is it wrong? Unquestioningly. Facts are facts. There seems to be an idea that just because someone believes a thing, they cannot possibly be wrong. As if opinion and fact are interchangeable. They are not.
And for what it is worth? The act of following orders, does not a soldier make. I follow orders. I am *not* a soldier. I issue commands. Am I a commander? Enh. No. There is a difference. A soldier is a fighter, someone who works within a hierarchy of command, within units, is a member of an army. That is what a solider *is*. If you are instead asking what makes a *good* soldier, that opens the floor to a far deeper field of potential answers in which matters of opinion are entirely valid (if potentially wrong).
And for what it is worth? The act of following orders, does not a soldier make. I follow orders. I am *not* a soldier. I issue commands. Am I a commander? Enh. No. There is a difference. A soldier is a fighter, someone who works within a hierarchy of command, within units, is a member of an army. That is what a solider *is*. If you are instead asking what makes a *good* soldier, that opens the floor to a far deeper field of potential answers in which matters of opinion are entirely valid (if potentially wrong).
Written By Reigna
Aug. 20, 2018, 12:51 p.m.(6/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerio
My heart bleeds at the news of your passing. You were one of the first friends I made in Arx, and were instrumental in helping me overcome a personal fear of large, imposing men. Yours was a face well loved around Keaton Hall. In fact Marie is inconsolable at the news and has taken a bottle of Third Wall into her rooms and locked the door. We may be on our own, food wise for a while.
Yours was a humor and charm that could put a sparkle into any eye. Your love of family, of your son, your friends always marked you as someone for me to look out for. I conspired with Kael, and contemplated a match between you and Lady Margerie (as ill fated as that might have been, I say this to express how much you were loved). I will never forget the image of you, atop Kael's back, your heels pounding into his flanks as you held your lance aloft and caught ring after ring in that race. Nor will I forget the bruises on Kael's ribs. Your ability to laugh and love and feel joy despite the pains of your past were an inspiration. Your sense of honor, duty and pride taken in those things allowed an Oathlander like me to feel a kinship, and through our differences, you helped me understand some of Lycene culture, you helped broaden my perspective and see that we are not wholly defined by our disparate cultures, but are instead different flavors of the same humanity.
You are missed, my friend, but I have no doubts that you sit at the knee of Death and are regaling her with tales to make her laugh. Be at peace, my dear friend, enjoy this rest. You have deserved it.
Yours was a humor and charm that could put a sparkle into any eye. Your love of family, of your son, your friends always marked you as someone for me to look out for. I conspired with Kael, and contemplated a match between you and Lady Margerie (as ill fated as that might have been, I say this to express how much you were loved). I will never forget the image of you, atop Kael's back, your heels pounding into his flanks as you held your lance aloft and caught ring after ring in that race. Nor will I forget the bruises on Kael's ribs. Your ability to laugh and love and feel joy despite the pains of your past were an inspiration. Your sense of honor, duty and pride taken in those things allowed an Oathlander like me to feel a kinship, and through our differences, you helped me understand some of Lycene culture, you helped broaden my perspective and see that we are not wholly defined by our disparate cultures, but are instead different flavors of the same humanity.
You are missed, my friend, but I have no doubts that you sit at the knee of Death and are regaling her with tales to make her laugh. Be at peace, my dear friend, enjoy this rest. You have deserved it.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 18, 2018, 5:19 p.m.(6/3/1009 AR)
I am so looking forward to tonight's Gala! To attend such an event is certainly a once-in-a-lifetime treat, but to have a hand in part of it? It is an honor beyond the telling of it. I have worked for weeks on the costumes that will be seen tonight. I feel sorry for the headaches and anxiety attacks that I might have possibly inspired with the seamstresses, leatherworkers and jewelers I have been working with, and I spent quite a lot of Greenmarch's wealth on ensuring that my apologies and appreciation were backed up with silver. I truly hope that those wearing the costumes tonight feel empowered by them, that they are inspired, that we are all inspired by these amazing Legends and remember that this time is our time, and that if we give everything, we might be the Legends of the future.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 17, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(6/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
You are telling tall tales, sir! Everyone knows that I am Lady Khanne's best friend.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 12, 2018, 5:38 p.m.(5/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
I have heard before about this 'girls night' or 'Skirts and Gowns' event, but I find myself baffled over the reason for them. Can someone educate me to the purpose of such an event? I sincerely am asking because I simply am not sure what the point is. Are men truly barred from the event? If so... why? What does one do at such an event?
Written By Reigna
Aug. 12, 2018, 3:11 p.m.(5/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alessandro
My lord your words are so very kind! Your faith in me is humbling and I hope to measure up to the expectations you have set. I think... I think I have. I think Princess Sabella is going to be an exceptionally happy woman. Though Lady Orelia might give me dark looks when she sees what I have had made for her. We shall see!
Written By Reigna
Aug. 12, 2018, 11:32 a.m.(5/19/1009 AR)
This week.
Someone thought themselves amusing and decided to leave a garish, grotesque bit of "art" outside the Commons Clinic. A towering pyramid of corpses, with protruding eyes and broken fingers, awful in its faithful rendition. I am fairly certain the Nox'alfar would have found it delightful, but neither I nor my patients appreciated it. I am positive, should the perpetrator somehow, unlikely as it is, read this, they are delighted by my offense. Congratulations, you are positively wonderful in your depiction of an anus. You should be proud.
We lost a patient to this disease that still lacks a name. It is high time we gave it one. It is becoming cumbersome talking about it so much without having something to call it. The Rage, perhaps? Thirst? It presents with a high fever, purple veining, a reversion to an animalistic state in which victims become filled with such rage they mindlessly attack those around them. Perhaps not entirely mindless, but they are given over to a feral cunning.
I believe Goodwoman Meriah Gascoigne has found the cure. There are still a few more days of brewing before we can test it. But I have faith. Should it work, the cure will be named Fairchild's Mercy, in honor of the girl who lost her life to this disease.
I am tired. I am so tired. But I am also thankful. For all the horror, for all of the fatigue, there have been cherished moments as well. Projects that have inspired me, kept me focused elsewhere during those moments of helplessness in the face of this sickness when I could do nothing for those that suffer but wait.
I am nearly done. I am utterly grateful to Lady Monique Greenmarch for her faith and trust in me. Letting me design costumes for her Gala when there are so many options to choose from. This project has been sanity-saving for me. Each time I have been unable to *do* something about my work, I can let my mind wander ideas for tunics, or gowns or accessories. It has given me an outlet, kept me sane during this time.
I only hope the finished products are as fantastic as I think they are. It will be embarrassing if they are not.
Someone thought themselves amusing and decided to leave a garish, grotesque bit of "art" outside the Commons Clinic. A towering pyramid of corpses, with protruding eyes and broken fingers, awful in its faithful rendition. I am fairly certain the Nox'alfar would have found it delightful, but neither I nor my patients appreciated it. I am positive, should the perpetrator somehow, unlikely as it is, read this, they are delighted by my offense. Congratulations, you are positively wonderful in your depiction of an anus. You should be proud.
We lost a patient to this disease that still lacks a name. It is high time we gave it one. It is becoming cumbersome talking about it so much without having something to call it. The Rage, perhaps? Thirst? It presents with a high fever, purple veining, a reversion to an animalistic state in which victims become filled with such rage they mindlessly attack those around them. Perhaps not entirely mindless, but they are given over to a feral cunning.
I believe Goodwoman Meriah Gascoigne has found the cure. There are still a few more days of brewing before we can test it. But I have faith. Should it work, the cure will be named Fairchild's Mercy, in honor of the girl who lost her life to this disease.
I am tired. I am so tired. But I am also thankful. For all the horror, for all of the fatigue, there have been cherished moments as well. Projects that have inspired me, kept me focused elsewhere during those moments of helplessness in the face of this sickness when I could do nothing for those that suffer but wait.
I am nearly done. I am utterly grateful to Lady Monique Greenmarch for her faith and trust in me. Letting me design costumes for her Gala when there are so many options to choose from. This project has been sanity-saving for me. Each time I have been unable to *do* something about my work, I can let my mind wander ideas for tunics, or gowns or accessories. It has given me an outlet, kept me sane during this time.
I only hope the finished products are as fantastic as I think they are. It will be embarrassing if they are not.
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