Written By Orland
Jan. 24, 2024, 11:12 p.m.(8/13/1021 AR)
I started with nothing. I remain how I was born. There is no exceptional quality about me, other than I was given a chance. And a chance is sometimes all a person needs to do some extraordinary things with their life. I can see that now and I will one day, give my people, the people of Bravura, a chance to rise from the ashes and forge themselves into something new. No matter how long it takes, Bravura will once again be my home.
And I will not be alone...
My husband, my children, my friends ... will be there at my side.
And I will not be alone...
My husband, my children, my friends ... will be there at my side.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 24, 2024, 10:12 p.m.(8/13/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I am not sure I shall ever be able to thank you enough for what you did for my House, and the people of Ostria. Among those I count as instrumental to our survival, your name shines brightly. If anyone has ever needed proof that you are a hero most deeply despised by our enemy, then I stand as witness to the constant onslaught you suffered against the worst of monstrosities. They came against you without surcease, and you did not falter. I watched your sword arm cut them down as though guided by Gloria herself. I saw you suffer blows that caused my heart to leap into my throat, and still you did not fall.
In that one fateful moment, when it appeared as though they would overwhelm you through sheer numbers alone, it was my honor to be able to be at your side quickly enough in order to pull you back to your feet.
Fighting beside you has been one of my greatest privileges. However long my days are numbered, you can rely on me to remain a steadfast ally and friend, and source of support, as you were for us. The hope that you inspired among my people when they saw you upon the battlements cannot be readily expressed in words. It was something that could only be felt.
May you always be remembered as the great soul that you are.
In that one fateful moment, when it appeared as though they would overwhelm you through sheer numbers alone, it was my honor to be able to be at your side quickly enough in order to pull you back to your feet.
Fighting beside you has been one of my greatest privileges. However long my days are numbered, you can rely on me to remain a steadfast ally and friend, and source of support, as you were for us. The hope that you inspired among my people when they saw you upon the battlements cannot be readily expressed in words. It was something that could only be felt.
May you always be remembered as the great soul that you are.
Written By Orland
Jan. 24, 2024, 7:41 p.m.(8/13/1021 AR)
If I should fall, and should Savio Amadeo fall with me... our children will be raised and fostered by Marquessa Cassiopeia and Marquis-Consort Proscipi, until they're of legal age.
All my wealth and items will pass on to them.
By my hand.
Orland Amadeo,
Voice of Amadeo, seat of Bravura
All my wealth and items will pass on to them.
By my hand.
Orland Amadeo,
Voice of Amadeo, seat of Bravura
Written By Isolde
Jan. 24, 2024, 4:17 p.m.(8/13/1021 AR)
Queen Primeria Aetheris is dead. Only I remain.
Written By Nebulosa
Jan. 24, 2024, 1:15 p.m.(8/12/1021 AR)
I almost can't believe I'm on this ship. So few people are likely to understand why I did what I did, but I had to believe Volya when he said following Fatima would save lives. I don't know what to expect when we get to Eurus. I don't really know much of anything at all, which should be terrifying. Maybe the end of the world puts things into perspective?
There isn't much more I could ask for. The man I love is at my side. We're going to try to help everyone. This has to be enough right now.
[A note appended to this entry explains that it was submitted on behalf of Nebulosa, with an excited scribble that appears to say that she and Volya were married in Eurus in a ceremony overseen by Archlector Esme Fidante and Calithex of the Nox'Alfar in the wake of frenzied battle against the Dune Emperor and the Prophet of the Sands. The handwriting is a little questionable, though.]
There isn't much more I could ask for. The man I love is at my side. We're going to try to help everyone. This has to be enough right now.
[A note appended to this entry explains that it was submitted on behalf of Nebulosa, with an excited scribble that appears to say that she and Volya were married in Eurus in a ceremony overseen by Archlector Esme Fidante and Calithex of the Nox'Alfar in the wake of frenzied battle against the Dune Emperor and the Prophet of the Sands. The handwriting is a little questionable, though.]
Written By Cambria
Jan. 23, 2024, 10:49 p.m.(8/11/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
It has ever been my habit to keep my most personal thoughts, especially those colored by emotion within my Black Reflections, but I submit this to the Whites today in the foolish, perhaps selfish desire for my posterity to know that despite everything, I too am a mortal woman with a heart that can bleed, and eyes that can shed bitter tears.
It matters not to me that I am not the only one to suffer loss. I know that there are so many out there who are hurting just as deeply. But grief isolates, it does not unite.
For a glorious moment, I had nearly everything I had ever dreamed of: a real, live dragon to call a friend and ally, who let me soar through the sky upon his back as he rained fiery death upon our foes. I tasted Ambrosia and became mighty. And you were there with me, with one of the First Children! She was beyond my imaginings as a child, and yet so majestic, so terrible. I am not sure they understood why I would weep for the death of either of them, when I told them I was glad the world had not lost them, but then who can fathom the mind of a near infinite being?
I did not believe you were dead at first. In fact, I was quite determined to believe that you were only missing, not yet to be found; that at any moment you would stride through those gathered and announce yourself with a laugh, that familiar gleam in your eye. Even now, I wish it were only that you were missing. I wish Winifred had not stood over you, and guarded you - what remained of you - as the battle came to its close, and I wish that she had not made me know the truth of it.
Knowledge is a cold comfort.
It is not just that I never imagined that you would die before me, but that even in my worst nightmares I never imagined there would be so little left of you. Do you know what it's like to hug a charred corpse without a face? To be told that it's the one you have spent a lifetime devoted to? Do you know what it's like to have to leave the body of the one you love so much so that it can be prepared for a proper interment, that acrid stench in your nose? To be that hysterical before the people you should only present a strong face to? I hate that these are the last memories of you that dominate my mind.
I have never cried so much. I have never been so devastatingly heartbroken and bereft.
If I could crawl down Death's throat and pull you back from her gullet, I would. I would fucking defy gods and the idea of fate and the machinations of those who dare to think they are greater than me. Yet for all my outrageous pride and although the heart within me burns and burns like a thousand mighty stars, I am but human. Some wise bastard somewhere - the Seraph of Ostria - he once wrote something like: temper thine pride with wisdom.
So I tell myself that it's better that you are reborn, because it's true. Again, cold comfort.
Winifred appears to understand my anguish. She didn't seem to mind when I told her I hated her, too. Probably because she knows I don't, not truly. I wasn't aware a Sphynx was capable of joking, but do you know? She said I was only jealous because you died for another woman. You will be relieved to know she survived thanks to you, and that she is safe. She promised me that you shall never be forgotten, and I dare to imagine I even saw tears glitter in her own eyes. Limatusadin deigned to bow his head.
I took the children to meet her, and all the Guardians, and those who fought with us. It is both tragic and hilarious that what we had sworn to protect so long ago, to be forgotten, was a creature akin to knowledge itself. We avowed ourselves anew.
Luigi shed a tear when I told him the news, and the Ducklings - those soldiers from Southport with whom you practically grew up - were aggrieved. You shall be pleased to know that they all survived the fight, like me, and we all ask ourselves why it wasn't us in your place. The Ducklings and I, that is, not Luigi, but then nobody would expect that of him, least of all you. He said he would stay with me, if I'd let him, and of course I shall let him. If he asks me to retire and live out the rest of his days in a lavish estate in ample supply of anything a man could conceivably wish for, I'd give it to him without hesitation. The same goes for the Ducklings.
I understand your reasons, my love, but I hate that it was you who made the choice. I hate that it wasn't me. I hate that I have to live on without you. What do I do without you? Not just emotionally, but practically - who will do all the things that you did? If it were me, you would have an easier time of it, I know. You could move on, you could raise our children, you could do and be more with ease.
It won't be that easy for me. I cannot let myself be consumed by rage and grief, and throw myself at the enemy for a swift death. I cannot live on as an embittered specter growing in only venom and spite. I am a mother, and a Duchess (sometimes I think the two are really interchangeable) and I will be what my House and people need me to be.
I only wish that I could have dreamed but a little while longer with you.
It matters not to me that I am not the only one to suffer loss. I know that there are so many out there who are hurting just as deeply. But grief isolates, it does not unite.
For a glorious moment, I had nearly everything I had ever dreamed of: a real, live dragon to call a friend and ally, who let me soar through the sky upon his back as he rained fiery death upon our foes. I tasted Ambrosia and became mighty. And you were there with me, with one of the First Children! She was beyond my imaginings as a child, and yet so majestic, so terrible. I am not sure they understood why I would weep for the death of either of them, when I told them I was glad the world had not lost them, but then who can fathom the mind of a near infinite being?
I did not believe you were dead at first. In fact, I was quite determined to believe that you were only missing, not yet to be found; that at any moment you would stride through those gathered and announce yourself with a laugh, that familiar gleam in your eye. Even now, I wish it were only that you were missing. I wish Winifred had not stood over you, and guarded you - what remained of you - as the battle came to its close, and I wish that she had not made me know the truth of it.
Knowledge is a cold comfort.
It is not just that I never imagined that you would die before me, but that even in my worst nightmares I never imagined there would be so little left of you. Do you know what it's like to hug a charred corpse without a face? To be told that it's the one you have spent a lifetime devoted to? Do you know what it's like to have to leave the body of the one you love so much so that it can be prepared for a proper interment, that acrid stench in your nose? To be that hysterical before the people you should only present a strong face to? I hate that these are the last memories of you that dominate my mind.
I have never cried so much. I have never been so devastatingly heartbroken and bereft.
If I could crawl down Death's throat and pull you back from her gullet, I would. I would fucking defy gods and the idea of fate and the machinations of those who dare to think they are greater than me. Yet for all my outrageous pride and although the heart within me burns and burns like a thousand mighty stars, I am but human. Some wise bastard somewhere - the Seraph of Ostria - he once wrote something like: temper thine pride with wisdom.
So I tell myself that it's better that you are reborn, because it's true. Again, cold comfort.
Winifred appears to understand my anguish. She didn't seem to mind when I told her I hated her, too. Probably because she knows I don't, not truly. I wasn't aware a Sphynx was capable of joking, but do you know? She said I was only jealous because you died for another woman. You will be relieved to know she survived thanks to you, and that she is safe. She promised me that you shall never be forgotten, and I dare to imagine I even saw tears glitter in her own eyes. Limatusadin deigned to bow his head.
I took the children to meet her, and all the Guardians, and those who fought with us. It is both tragic and hilarious that what we had sworn to protect so long ago, to be forgotten, was a creature akin to knowledge itself. We avowed ourselves anew.
Luigi shed a tear when I told him the news, and the Ducklings - those soldiers from Southport with whom you practically grew up - were aggrieved. You shall be pleased to know that they all survived the fight, like me, and we all ask ourselves why it wasn't us in your place. The Ducklings and I, that is, not Luigi, but then nobody would expect that of him, least of all you. He said he would stay with me, if I'd let him, and of course I shall let him. If he asks me to retire and live out the rest of his days in a lavish estate in ample supply of anything a man could conceivably wish for, I'd give it to him without hesitation. The same goes for the Ducklings.
I understand your reasons, my love, but I hate that it was you who made the choice. I hate that it wasn't me. I hate that I have to live on without you. What do I do without you? Not just emotionally, but practically - who will do all the things that you did? If it were me, you would have an easier time of it, I know. You could move on, you could raise our children, you could do and be more with ease.
It won't be that easy for me. I cannot let myself be consumed by rage and grief, and throw myself at the enemy for a swift death. I cannot live on as an embittered specter growing in only venom and spite. I am a mother, and a Duchess (sometimes I think the two are really interchangeable) and I will be what my House and people need me to be.
I only wish that I could have dreamed but a little while longer with you.
Written By Edris
Jan. 23, 2024, 6:32 p.m.(8/11/1021 AR)
There will be more to write in coming days, especially of those who have fallen.
But as we waited at Sanctum's walls I finally saw with my eyes those I had mostly known by their song. I saw my love and liege take to the skies.
The Keaton and I bury a cousin true and steadfast and I still find it hard to comprehend. The Duchess so bright and who saw so clearly also gone.
Because of her sacrifice and all who came to honor oaths old and new, it was not long after the battle that I could sweep each of my young princesses in my arms and rock my prince to sleep.
Her Grace and I carry the rear guard as we move swiftly to Arx to meet the next battle. What has been delivered to us we must pour out now with the fruits of every other hard won victories and pray that we along with all our human brothers and sisters and those not of our kind but willing to stand with us as close as any kin will be enough.
We can. We must. We will.
Steel bends.
Honor holds.
Oaths endure.
But as we waited at Sanctum's walls I finally saw with my eyes those I had mostly known by their song. I saw my love and liege take to the skies.
The Keaton and I bury a cousin true and steadfast and I still find it hard to comprehend. The Duchess so bright and who saw so clearly also gone.
Because of her sacrifice and all who came to honor oaths old and new, it was not long after the battle that I could sweep each of my young princesses in my arms and rock my prince to sleep.
Her Grace and I carry the rear guard as we move swiftly to Arx to meet the next battle. What has been delivered to us we must pour out now with the fruits of every other hard won victories and pray that we along with all our human brothers and sisters and those not of our kind but willing to stand with us as close as any kin will be enough.
We can. We must. We will.
Steel bends.
Honor holds.
Oaths endure.
Written By Martino
Jan. 23, 2024, 3:18 p.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
My next entry from those paper's brought up and salvaged from the Southport archives. A lengthy operation weakens the enemy. Every battle they face and every loss they suffer - they become weaker twice over where you still stand.
Nobody has ever benefitted from a prolonged war, nor one fought on numerous fronts. Each loss of theirs is your gain and a chance to strengthen your own position.
Their soldiers become worn out, their weapons blunted. Their silvers a distant memory; watch for when others begin to circle the enemy. Ready to pick at their remaining bones. Strike then, strike hard. Strike when they have no hope to recover after weakening themselves.
After all, a general is the protector of their people's lives. Their people's welfare. Their future.
Make that trust count.
Nobody has ever benefitted from a prolonged war, nor one fought on numerous fronts. Each loss of theirs is your gain and a chance to strengthen your own position.
Their soldiers become worn out, their weapons blunted. Their silvers a distant memory; watch for when others begin to circle the enemy. Ready to pick at their remaining bones. Strike then, strike hard. Strike when they have no hope to recover after weakening themselves.
After all, a general is the protector of their people's lives. Their people's welfare. Their future.
Make that trust count.
Written By Clover
Jan. 23, 2024, 1:41 p.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
Husband,
I love you. We started as a political match but quickly fell in love. We built a domain, a house, a home. I want you to rebuild it. I want you to live on. I want you to succeed and thrive.
Know I loved with all of my heart, and I’ll be waiting for you in the next life.
I love you. We started as a political match but quickly fell in love. We built a domain, a house, a home. I want you to rebuild it. I want you to live on. I want you to succeed and thrive.
Know I loved with all of my heart, and I’ll be waiting for you in the next life.
Written By Clover
Jan. 23, 2024, 1:39 p.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
Best Sister,
You are the best sister a duchess could have ever asked for. I love you so much. If you are reading this I am gone. If you come back from your mission— please look out for Ivy Mae, she will need me.
Don’t cry for me, my sister. Sing of me. Sing of my joy and how clumsy I was. Of how I shot you with an arrow on accident. Of how often I feel into rivers and ponds. Sing of how I went from a lady to a duchess.
Sing of my love for my husband. How quiet and how strong that love was. Sing for my devotion to our grandfather. Sing of my love of Dame Sugan.
Sing of my friend the phoenix.
Sing of my life.
You are the best sister a duchess could have ever asked for. I love you so much. If you are reading this I am gone. If you come back from your mission— please look out for Ivy Mae, she will need me.
Don’t cry for me, my sister. Sing of me. Sing of my joy and how clumsy I was. Of how I shot you with an arrow on accident. Of how often I feel into rivers and ponds. Sing of how I went from a lady to a duchess.
Sing of my love for my husband. How quiet and how strong that love was. Sing for my devotion to our grandfather. Sing of my love of Dame Sugan.
Sing of my friend the phoenix.
Sing of my life.
Written By Clover
Jan. 23, 2024, 1:35 p.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
My Dearest Ivy Mae,
If you are reading this, I am gone. I have either fallen in battle or I have sacrificed myself so that Phyl may live again and aid us against the abyssal horde threatening our world.
I am sure you will be angry with me if it is the latter, but trust me my darling, it was the only way. If I succeeded you will still have your father. You will have your aunt Alis. You will have so many who love you, and know I will be with you in spirit.
You are named for the most wonderful woman I ever met. She was kind and bright and taught me about sorrow and heart break, and endings and beginnings. Together we prayed with broken hearts when I learned of the tragedy of Valar and Sugan, and how her soul was reborn but she could never be with him again.
And death spoke words to us which I will leave you with my sweet daughter. I love you and…
"Cry, my darlings, cry for the broken hearts, for star-crossed lovers torn forever apart, for the emptiness of lost love and grief born through endless years in solitude. Weep, for that is the way of the world, and that is the truth of it, that all that is beautiful comes to an end, and not all that is good turns to sorrow, but half. For time has a way of unraveling life and all its works, and to grieve for it is only right, for if there is no grief, and if there is no loss, then there can be no hope at all."
If you are reading this, I am gone. I have either fallen in battle or I have sacrificed myself so that Phyl may live again and aid us against the abyssal horde threatening our world.
I am sure you will be angry with me if it is the latter, but trust me my darling, it was the only way. If I succeeded you will still have your father. You will have your aunt Alis. You will have so many who love you, and know I will be with you in spirit.
You are named for the most wonderful woman I ever met. She was kind and bright and taught me about sorrow and heart break, and endings and beginnings. Together we prayed with broken hearts when I learned of the tragedy of Valar and Sugan, and how her soul was reborn but she could never be with him again.
And death spoke words to us which I will leave you with my sweet daughter. I love you and…
"Cry, my darlings, cry for the broken hearts, for star-crossed lovers torn forever apart, for the emptiness of lost love and grief born through endless years in solitude. Weep, for that is the way of the world, and that is the truth of it, that all that is beautiful comes to an end, and not all that is good turns to sorrow, but half. For time has a way of unraveling life and all its works, and to grieve for it is only right, for if there is no grief, and if there is no loss, then there can be no hope at all."
Written By Jasper
Jan. 23, 2024, 12:49 p.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
After hearing the news of Lady Mabelle Laurent's death, I was deeply saddened.
Upon my return from what was presumed to be my death, she was one of the people who welcomed me back and had questions to ask, all of which I answered in kind.
She was generous and always willing to lend a listening ear, as well as provide information. I had many questions of my own, which she took the time and patience to answer.
It was thanks to Lady Mabelle's idea that I could revisit the place of my family's death, learn from it, and draw strength. Lady Mabelle never judged me, and she never asked for a price in return for her help. Despite having met for only about a year, I considered her a dear friend.
Mabelle the Builder was a woman gifted with a unique vision and the will to make her ideas come true. Artshall is fortunate to have had such a dutiful, faithful, loving daughter and is all the poorer for her loss. I will miss her and hope to see her again in my next turn of the Wheel.
If I could have my opinion heard regarding who deserves to be in the Oathlands' section of the Hall of Heroes as an addition, it would be Lady Mabelle the Builder, Mabelle the Stalwart, Mabelle the Generous.
May the next generations of the Oathlands learn from her what it means to be dutiful.
Upon my return from what was presumed to be my death, she was one of the people who welcomed me back and had questions to ask, all of which I answered in kind.
She was generous and always willing to lend a listening ear, as well as provide information. I had many questions of my own, which she took the time and patience to answer.
It was thanks to Lady Mabelle's idea that I could revisit the place of my family's death, learn from it, and draw strength. Lady Mabelle never judged me, and she never asked for a price in return for her help. Despite having met for only about a year, I considered her a dear friend.
Mabelle the Builder was a woman gifted with a unique vision and the will to make her ideas come true. Artshall is fortunate to have had such a dutiful, faithful, loving daughter and is all the poorer for her loss. I will miss her and hope to see her again in my next turn of the Wheel.
If I could have my opinion heard regarding who deserves to be in the Oathlands' section of the Hall of Heroes as an addition, it would be Lady Mabelle the Builder, Mabelle the Stalwart, Mabelle the Generous.
May the next generations of the Oathlands learn from her what it means to be dutiful.
Written By Calista
Jan. 23, 2024, 11:30 a.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I'm just going pretend that you did not leave us. I will continue to write to you as if you will write back to me. I know why you did what you did and cannot say I wouldn't do the same if we had not decided to fight with Lenosia. My beautiful cousin, this is not an easy journal to write, but I will do my best. You believed in me when no one else did. You shared with me when no one else would. You wrote to me when others were silent. Throughout it all, you were there and I will indeed miss all of our chats, all of our gossip, all of the talk of fashion even if I could not be bothered with fashion at all while you always glittered. I am sorry I could not be there for you. You will forever and always be Lady Mabelle Laurent of Artshall.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 23, 2024, 10:27 a.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
Hadrian is -was my late sister's firstborn. For some time he was Duke of Malvici until a twist of circumstance took him to Ostria. He seemed to thrive in then city, relishing their secrets and the love of his wife. A sphinx. How badass is that?
Malvici has a saying. "You return with your banner or wrapped in it." Hadrian will be wrapped in the banner of his beloved Hydra and committed to the Queen of Endings and Beginnings. We didn't always get along but he was family and I did care for him. We exchanged letters shortly before he left for Ostria and I told him his mother would be proud, and that I was too.
My sympathies to the people who welcomed him in and nurtured his cunning and talents, and to all of us who mourn his loss.
Malvici has a saying. "You return with your banner or wrapped in it." Hadrian will be wrapped in the banner of his beloved Hydra and committed to the Queen of Endings and Beginnings. We didn't always get along but he was family and I did care for him. We exchanged letters shortly before he left for Ostria and I told him his mother would be proud, and that I was too.
My sympathies to the people who welcomed him in and nurtured his cunning and talents, and to all of us who mourn his loss.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 23, 2024, 10:19 a.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I once yelled at Mabelle and my kids over cookies. She offered and they, being kids, accepted. I went off briefly on Lycene food hygiene and never accepting food or drink which wasn't tasted first.
I've since calmed down. And I trusted Mabelle enough where she could gladly give my children cookies.
I saw her love for Artshall, and the arts in general, and sweet things. But even honey is made by a bee, which will sting to defend its home and hive.
Also like a bee, that sting will cost her life. I don't think she regretted or hesitated that sacrifice at all.
I've since calmed down. And I trusted Mabelle enough where she could gladly give my children cookies.
I saw her love for Artshall, and the arts in general, and sweet things. But even honey is made by a bee, which will sting to defend its home and hive.
Also like a bee, that sting will cost her life. I don't think she regretted or hesitated that sacrifice at all.
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 23, 2024, 9:57 a.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
years ago I was given a gift. A memory. It almost destroyed me...
In the moment, I was the most logical of us to receive it. so I partook, and awoke in a daze having fallen from the perch I took. It's one thing to have your own grief. Quite another to be flooded with the memory of someone else's which mirror a level of your own.
It was in that particular day in my daze where the winds lead me to the Lasting Hope Observatory. And it was there that I met a most extraordinary woman.
One who I was to suddenly be found within a romance which I never knew before. One where we were to be wed, only on the day of standing before the spirits, shaman, and our houses. She chose to follow her own heart and winds, and ran away.
In the moment, I was heart broken. And was convinced I would not find another who filled my being in the same manner.
I was mistaken. As I am constantly reminded of now. I can be daft. I can be mistaken. Though I will never misplace my love shared.
In a run through the city nearly a year later. An exercise which Violeta insists to keep doing every winter. A simple game of a snowball fight.
I took what I thought to be refuge within the outside gardens of the Golden Hart. And there in a chance moment, I found Ann who was having tea with her cousin.
It would many winding moments, chance encounters, an awkward dance, and many rooftops later where I would go to my siblings and tell them I sought to bring Ann to the River.
Eshra won a silver that day.
Our love has this almost magical quality to it. Which we never questioned, will never question.
Only to have it explained to us upon the river's edge within Riva. When Shadows and Light combined to save each other, and those trapped to a demon.
The memory shared to me what feels a long time ago now felt heavy to the forefront of my mind when the demons raged towards us in Sanctum.
I was struck back.
I put my hands to the ground and the rest...
there are many who don't get to hold their loved ones tonight. I am one of the lucky ones.
Tell those who are close to you. Shout it from the rooftops. Climb a mast, a tree if you must.
Don't wait.
In the moment, I was the most logical of us to receive it. so I partook, and awoke in a daze having fallen from the perch I took. It's one thing to have your own grief. Quite another to be flooded with the memory of someone else's which mirror a level of your own.
It was in that particular day in my daze where the winds lead me to the Lasting Hope Observatory. And it was there that I met a most extraordinary woman.
One who I was to suddenly be found within a romance which I never knew before. One where we were to be wed, only on the day of standing before the spirits, shaman, and our houses. She chose to follow her own heart and winds, and ran away.
In the moment, I was heart broken. And was convinced I would not find another who filled my being in the same manner.
I was mistaken. As I am constantly reminded of now. I can be daft. I can be mistaken. Though I will never misplace my love shared.
In a run through the city nearly a year later. An exercise which Violeta insists to keep doing every winter. A simple game of a snowball fight.
I took what I thought to be refuge within the outside gardens of the Golden Hart. And there in a chance moment, I found Ann who was having tea with her cousin.
It would many winding moments, chance encounters, an awkward dance, and many rooftops later where I would go to my siblings and tell them I sought to bring Ann to the River.
Eshra won a silver that day.
Our love has this almost magical quality to it. Which we never questioned, will never question.
Only to have it explained to us upon the river's edge within Riva. When Shadows and Light combined to save each other, and those trapped to a demon.
The memory shared to me what feels a long time ago now felt heavy to the forefront of my mind when the demons raged towards us in Sanctum.
I was struck back.
I put my hands to the ground and the rest...
there are many who don't get to hold their loved ones tonight. I am one of the lucky ones.
Tell those who are close to you. Shout it from the rooftops. Climb a mast, a tree if you must.
Don't wait.
Written By Ann
Jan. 23, 2024, 2:06 a.m.(8/9/1021 AR)
We are alive.
It looked a little sketchy for a little bit. I mourn for those that we did lose. But I am not going to lie. I am thankful to the spirits that the Rivenshari are alive. Onwards to Arx. The Eater may think we will give up easy. But I think we have proven we are not going to just lay here and be taken.
Stay strong fellow fighters. Know what you fight for.
Freedom.
Freedom.
Freedom.
It looked a little sketchy for a little bit. I mourn for those that we did lose. But I am not going to lie. I am thankful to the spirits that the Rivenshari are alive. Onwards to Arx. The Eater may think we will give up easy. But I think we have proven we are not going to just lay here and be taken.
Stay strong fellow fighters. Know what you fight for.
Freedom.
Freedom.
Freedom.
Written By Denica
Jan. 23, 2024, 1:10 a.m.(8/9/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
The Assorted Adventures of Denica and Jasher Thrax.
Jasher being, the very honourable person he is, once vowed to protect me. This meant, I had to pull him into all my schemes. That is the appropriate thing to do to one's reserved and stalwart cousin.
Our first escapade was at a gala in Maelstrom. We were suppose to do a stomp-stomp, serious dance. I invited the Compact and the Traditionalists. But, it was also a chance to influence culture. So, in the middle of the proper stomping, I break away. A twist! I went to the other end of the room and ran towards him. Jasher grabbed and hoisted me up above his head. I stretched out my arms like I was flying. In that moment, I felt free. It felt like we were dancing on His grave and that felt great.
Once at a proper family dinner, I decided to cause a little trouble. Jasher, was fully engaged in a riveting conversation about plate armour. So I stole a couple crab legs from his plate. I used a crab leg to wiggle at Astrid. She was totally onto me and I wanted to make her laugh. Astrid, saw an opportunity to try to throw something at me. Luckily, Victus has a keen eye and caught her just in time. But, sufficient to say, other people reacted. Which was entirely my fault, but Jasher went down with me, willingly.
Another time, I was frustrated a certain cousin got judgy that I was fighting with weapons and helping others. That attitude bothered me. So, I came up with a plan. I managed to convince Jasher to stage an argument with me at fealty event I hosted. It was very dramatic. Because really, we were going to fight in front of everyone. In front of, said cousin. Denica versus the Sword. Because change isn't easy, so that's why we have to do it. We start by bringing everything into the open.
I glad you are out there somewhere, doing great things. Even if I miss you. I think about you when I cause trouble. I picture that look on your face. The 'concern and care' one. There's this little vein in your forehead. The twitch. And the sigh when you know I'll do it no matter what, so you just came along, in case I needed help. We all do, every now and then.
Growing up wasn't easy. So because of that, we tried to love so much. We knew how important it is to love hard. It might hurt, but it makes us better. It separates us from an unavoidably cruel world.
Jasher being, the very honourable person he is, once vowed to protect me. This meant, I had to pull him into all my schemes. That is the appropriate thing to do to one's reserved and stalwart cousin.
Our first escapade was at a gala in Maelstrom. We were suppose to do a stomp-stomp, serious dance. I invited the Compact and the Traditionalists. But, it was also a chance to influence culture. So, in the middle of the proper stomping, I break away. A twist! I went to the other end of the room and ran towards him. Jasher grabbed and hoisted me up above his head. I stretched out my arms like I was flying. In that moment, I felt free. It felt like we were dancing on His grave and that felt great.
Once at a proper family dinner, I decided to cause a little trouble. Jasher, was fully engaged in a riveting conversation about plate armour. So I stole a couple crab legs from his plate. I used a crab leg to wiggle at Astrid. She was totally onto me and I wanted to make her laugh. Astrid, saw an opportunity to try to throw something at me. Luckily, Victus has a keen eye and caught her just in time. But, sufficient to say, other people reacted. Which was entirely my fault, but Jasher went down with me, willingly.
Another time, I was frustrated a certain cousin got judgy that I was fighting with weapons and helping others. That attitude bothered me. So, I came up with a plan. I managed to convince Jasher to stage an argument with me at fealty event I hosted. It was very dramatic. Because really, we were going to fight in front of everyone. In front of, said cousin. Denica versus the Sword. Because change isn't easy, so that's why we have to do it. We start by bringing everything into the open.
I glad you are out there somewhere, doing great things. Even if I miss you. I think about you when I cause trouble. I picture that look on your face. The 'concern and care' one. There's this little vein in your forehead. The twitch. And the sigh when you know I'll do it no matter what, so you just came along, in case I needed help. We all do, every now and then.
Growing up wasn't easy. So because of that, we tried to love so much. We knew how important it is to love hard. It might hurt, but it makes us better. It separates us from an unavoidably cruel world.
Written By Denica
Jan. 22, 2024, 9:53 p.m.(8/9/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Mabelle was there for my first scouting mission. It was in Bastion, after the attack. I was nervous, scared even. I'd never done anything like it, but I was determined to help. So, Mabelle gave me a cookie, she held my arm and we kept close. We protected each other and I felt stronger because of her.
You were a kindred troublemaker. A generous woman and a creative spirit. A friend for so very many years.
I will make sure your art collection returns home to Artshall, in a manner befitting of you.
You were a kindred troublemaker. A generous woman and a creative spirit. A friend for so very many years.
I will make sure your art collection returns home to Artshall, in a manner befitting of you.
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 22, 2024, 9:30 p.m.(8/9/1021 AR)
It is something of an awesome sight to see my family standing side by side. To be able to hold our children while bells native to us sing upon lands unfamiliar. The largest bells saved from Riva before taking to the rivers. To now be rung from deck of ships alongside of Sanctum.
Losses and sacrifices were made. Many are being put to the rivers now as I write this.
Though the might of the Rivenshari, alongside that of the Valardin forces was seen in full force today. And many will have a chance to live a longer day for what was done.
Losses and sacrifices were made. Many are being put to the rivers now as I write this.
Though the might of the Rivenshari, alongside that of the Valardin forces was seen in full force today. And many will have a chance to live a longer day for what was done.
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