Written By Eddard
May 31, 2019, 7:35 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Last Will and Testament of Eddard Clement
If I fall from this world and leave it behind, know that I probably died doing what I loved. Or stabbed. Probably the latter. I hope not to die, but circumstances seemed to shift around me and beneath my feet. My coffin is purchased and prepared already, remove all the clothes from it first. They are the clothes that are dead to me, feel free to burn them in my pyre.
First, and foremost. Baron Norwood Clement is charged with the care and consoling of Tycho, the Reindeer.
Give my cutlass to the next best fanciful idiot with red hair and an incurable lack of sense.
Give my waistcoats to the community gardens scarecrows and my frockcoats to the bearers of my coffins. Do not expect my uncle to be able to tell the difference.
For my dresses, they must go to the leggiest, sultriest blonde in the Oathlands ward. Baron Norwood Clement must be the one doing the looking and judging. I expect a written white journal as to why she was chosen.
I expect everyone in attendance of my funeral to wear flannel. Even the King. Especially the king.
I would like a Redrain throat yodeler to 'sing' as I am laid to rest.
All compliments must be spoken in the form of insults. For example, "He was the human embodiment of a puff pastry. Tasty for a moment but without substance or sustenance." Also, "He used his wit like a bull uses its horns, he slammed them into everything to see if it would fall over."
I have nothing to give to whom I may love in particular, because I never hesitated to give when I was alive.
If I fall from this world and leave it behind, know that I probably died doing what I loved. Or stabbed. Probably the latter. I hope not to die, but circumstances seemed to shift around me and beneath my feet. My coffin is purchased and prepared already, remove all the clothes from it first. They are the clothes that are dead to me, feel free to burn them in my pyre.
First, and foremost. Baron Norwood Clement is charged with the care and consoling of Tycho, the Reindeer.
Give my cutlass to the next best fanciful idiot with red hair and an incurable lack of sense.
Give my waistcoats to the community gardens scarecrows and my frockcoats to the bearers of my coffins. Do not expect my uncle to be able to tell the difference.
For my dresses, they must go to the leggiest, sultriest blonde in the Oathlands ward. Baron Norwood Clement must be the one doing the looking and judging. I expect a written white journal as to why she was chosen.
I expect everyone in attendance of my funeral to wear flannel. Even the King. Especially the king.
I would like a Redrain throat yodeler to 'sing' as I am laid to rest.
All compliments must be spoken in the form of insults. For example, "He was the human embodiment of a puff pastry. Tasty for a moment but without substance or sustenance." Also, "He used his wit like a bull uses its horns, he slammed them into everything to see if it would fall over."
I have nothing to give to whom I may love in particular, because I never hesitated to give when I was alive.
Written By Kaldur
May 31, 2019, 6:50 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rey
It isn't clear always, or even usually, to me why one road is more 'right' than another. It's simply up to me to choose as well as I can when the time comes and make the best of those choices.
Lady Rey and I are ending our betrothal.
I could cite the poetics of sea and moon, ebb and flow, wax and wane, and have, but it feels hollow. There is scant comfort in pretty words. I already miss her. I am sad for the people of Pearlspire who will not grow to love her has I have. On the pilgrimage, I couldn't shake the sense that we are meant for different paths. She will remain Laveer and steer her House through troubled times, bright beacon she is, Lady of the Lighthouse.
We part ways now, but it's true that the moon calls the sea and her presence in my life has changed it and always will.
Lady Rey and I are ending our betrothal.
I could cite the poetics of sea and moon, ebb and flow, wax and wane, and have, but it feels hollow. There is scant comfort in pretty words. I already miss her. I am sad for the people of Pearlspire who will not grow to love her has I have. On the pilgrimage, I couldn't shake the sense that we are meant for different paths. She will remain Laveer and steer her House through troubled times, bright beacon she is, Lady of the Lighthouse.
We part ways now, but it's true that the moon calls the sea and her presence in my life has changed it and always will.
Written By Reigna
May 31, 2019, 3:41 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
Dare I ask the source of such commotion? I could have sworn I heard echoes of the ruckus in Keaton Hall.
Written By Sorrel
May 31, 2019, 11:33 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Sunflowers. Sunflowers. It's frigid cold and all I can think about is sunflowers.
I wonder if they mean something.
I wonder if they mean something.
Written By Miranda
May 31, 2019, 10:37 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
An Oathlander man and Lycene man are in the room with a Lycene woman...
...
... Yea, this was an epic disaster ...
Ugh.
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... Yea, this was an epic disaster ...
Ugh.
Written By Kenna
May 31, 2019, 9:44 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
To be clear, I now know that having to wield a sword to be in the Guard was wrong. That said, I'm ninety percent sure I would be bad at other weapons also, do at this point I'll stick with it. Also I really love my sword. I'm experimenting with sleeping with it on a peg or in this pillow sheathe Sparte gave me.
Written By Jael
May 31, 2019, 9:23 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Flavien
It was more shouting than screaming. And laughing.
Well, I was laughing.
Well, I was laughing.
Written By Jyri
May 31, 2019, 9:16 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
My father used to say, there's two kind of fighters. (Though, to be fair this is extremely simplifying matters, there's still a kernel of truth to it.)
1. Those that kill fast.
2. Those that die slow.
I'm more of the latter.
1. Those that kill fast.
2. Those that die slow.
I'm more of the latter.
Written By Rymarr
May 31, 2019, 8:46 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
When it comes to the performance of duties in the Iron Guard, sometimes you simply have to use your head. Swords, axes, pikes, fists, clubs, and all the rest are swell. But sometimes you have to really put your head into changing hearts and minds.
Written By Rymarr
May 31, 2019, 8:34 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
His clever retorts amuse me. He makes me laugh.
Written By Preston
May 31, 2019, 8:13 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Just as long as you know when they paint the stories of your life, they will definitely use artistic license to make it a sword or a lance in a mounted charge. Not a dagger.
Written By Brigida
May 31, 2019, 7:09 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
This winter has been particularly hard on me I feel and I didn't get out and about as much as I wanted due to the cold and the snow. The journey to the Northlands to deal with the Seraph took a lot out of me.
No matter now as I've decided that the best way not to stop and plant roots is to get back out there and actually do something and make a difference.
So with that in mind I'd like to see what I can offer as a help to people who need it. So by all means contact me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible, as long as it's a worthwhile cause that is.
No matter now as I've decided that the best way not to stop and plant roots is to get back out there and actually do something and make a difference.
So with that in mind I'd like to see what I can offer as a help to people who need it. So by all means contact me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible, as long as it's a worthwhile cause that is.
Written By Ailith
May 31, 2019, 6:54 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Improvised weaponry like broken pottery shards can save a life in dire circumstances. The lessons with the King's Own taught me that -- and saved my life.
Written By Mabelle
May 31, 2019, 5:48 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Valenzo
Dear Valenzo,
The news of your abrupt departure of the city has saddened me. We've only spoken briefly but it seemed to me someone finally managed to get through to me with all that concerns the spiritual world.
I pray you shall return swiftly and that you keep yourself well and hale.
The news of your abrupt departure of the city has saddened me. We've only spoken briefly but it seemed to me someone finally managed to get through to me with all that concerns the spiritual world.
I pray you shall return swiftly and that you keep yourself well and hale.
Written By Mabelle
May 31, 2019, 5:45 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
How fortunate I was to have found you to unburden and dissect life's mysteries with you.
Written By Mabelle
May 31, 2019, 5:44 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
There seems to be a jester in house Laurent. However put on that horrifying portrait, know my heart stops every time I step out of my room. Especially at night!
Written By Silas
May 31, 2019, 5:30 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Lazarus
Murdered older brother. Complicated.
Written By Juniper
May 31, 2019, 4:58 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Seeing to the wounded and ill, including myself, while limited to the use of one hand is... inconvenient. Another layer of empathy for those I look after. A better understanding of why patience frays, with body and self and those around.
Such unexpected lessons to be found in the unanticipated. Thank goodness for the constant that is a good Northern whisky, to help with the pain once all my chores are done.
Such unexpected lessons to be found in the unanticipated. Thank goodness for the constant that is a good Northern whisky, to help with the pain once all my chores are done.
Written By Rook
May 31, 2019, 4:45 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Wren
Good Merchant - You and I should likely talk about your plans for the auction house and how either I or the Silver Consortium can assist in the ambitious plans you have.
A growing economy in the city that benefits us all, benefits the Crown and something I would be certain to support.
A growing economy in the city that benefits us all, benefits the Crown and something I would be certain to support.
Written By Eiran
May 31, 2019, 2:07 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Not a literature fan, evidently.
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