Written By Norwood
April 7, 2019, 10:23 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassandra
It has been years since I last rode to battle alongside Cassandra. She was my better at war then, never mind that I was then years her senior.
She remains my better in all ways, and I am only grateful to have known her before to see the force she had become of herself and her faith.
She remains my better in all ways, and I am only grateful to have known her before to see the force she had become of herself and her faith.
Written By Calaudrin
April 7, 2019, 10:09 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
I'm going to teach this child to shoot a bow over wielding a sword and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Written By Cristoph
April 7, 2019, 10:01 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
You win.
Written By Cristoph
April 7, 2019, 9:51 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Next month another year will draw to a close, turning the page to a new chapter of trials and tribulations. Artshall has had a prosperous twelve months despite some minor setbacks and despite the push of enemies that would be glad to see us grow weaker and celebrate in our defeat. But we don't and we won't. Our spirits are high, the army is strong and we're in the midst of a major project that will hopefully see long term changes in the way we care for and support our people. Not just in Artshall, but in the greater expanse of the Oathlands as well. The Laurents remain a strong, industrious family among the Peers of the Compact.
And while I tread the road ahead with cautious optimism, because there will always be setbacks, it's optimism all the same. It's hope for the future and faith in those who work alongside me.
And while I tread the road ahead with cautious optimism, because there will always be setbacks, it's optimism all the same. It's hope for the future and faith in those who work alongside me.
Written By Skye
April 7, 2019, 7:18 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
We are unique creatures with our own collection of stories that are compiled together by a lifetime of experiences. Because none of those backgrounds, life events and ancestry are the same, we are fundamentally alone. There will never be another. The gods broke the mold when they made you. Oh sure, you can surround yourself with others that are of similar bloodlines, histories and experiences to stave off that horrible truth. When you close your eyes to sleep, it is with that understanding that you forge ahead in your cranium with singular purpose. A unique story that has a beginning, middle and end.
Not all stories are written well. Yes, it's horrible and terrible but true. I for one prefer to be a book worth reading. More importantly, I want to cross my story into other tales to build an anthology of epic proportions. When someone writes The End, I want that impression to live on and influence other lives. Because there is no other parchment paper sitting that can be woven into the binding. No do over. Every day I have one chance to get it right. Or to get it wrong. Or to bore my readers. Oh what a tragic moment that would be. At the very least be a bit entertaining. Remember that while we are all alone in ourselves, we can not exist without the other. Now that my friend is another entry.
Not all stories are written well. Yes, it's horrible and terrible but true. I for one prefer to be a book worth reading. More importantly, I want to cross my story into other tales to build an anthology of epic proportions. When someone writes The End, I want that impression to live on and influence other lives. Because there is no other parchment paper sitting that can be woven into the binding. No do over. Every day I have one chance to get it right. Or to get it wrong. Or to bore my readers. Oh what a tragic moment that would be. At the very least be a bit entertaining. Remember that while we are all alone in ourselves, we can not exist without the other. Now that my friend is another entry.
Written By Preston
April 7, 2019, 6:46 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
It is to be expected Sir Jeffeth would be in demand, given the considerable skills of your second in command and the fact he is well known in the city amongst the nobility - who often have such important tasks.
There is much to prey on our minds, with heresy, breaches of Gods' laws, blasphemous attacks upon Godsworn. You are the Grandmaster of the Solace, you walk the roads more than anyone, and know them better than I. But perhaps sometimes a diversion can make the journey easier, because at times you need to be reminded why you make the journey at all? The beauty and hope of our lands and in the hearts of our people.
Or perhaps sometimes events are damned inconvenient. I don't know. But I will always try to piously comfort the Grandmaster of the Solace, who remains my dearest - if often absent - friend.
There is much to prey on our minds, with heresy, breaches of Gods' laws, blasphemous attacks upon Godsworn. You are the Grandmaster of the Solace, you walk the roads more than anyone, and know them better than I. But perhaps sometimes a diversion can make the journey easier, because at times you need to be reminded why you make the journey at all? The beauty and hope of our lands and in the hearts of our people.
Or perhaps sometimes events are damned inconvenient. I don't know. But I will always try to piously comfort the Grandmaster of the Solace, who remains my dearest - if often absent - friend.
Written By Preston
April 7, 2019, 6:40 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Birthdays are meant to be joyous, is there anything more joyous than dedication to your work in service of the Gods, Father Aureth?
There is a pious answer for all problems, yet sometimes they seem unhelpful.
But whatever you do, know that you are loved by untold thousands who I am sure all wish you a happy birthday.
There is a pious answer for all problems, yet sometimes they seem unhelpful.
But whatever you do, know that you are loved by untold thousands who I am sure all wish you a happy birthday.
Written By Bliss
April 7, 2019, 5:34 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
There was a story I was told - I think there might have been a song to go with it, but I cannot remember the words now - about blind men who discovered a beast in the middle of the road.
None had any idea what it might be, and each that touched it declared, with absolute certainty, what they had found.
The first touched the tail, feeling the broad expanse, and declared that it must be a fan.
The second felt its claws, and announced it had found the hardest stone.
The third stroked its side, felt the rough flesh, and decided it must be a wall.
The fourth pushed into the flesh, felt the softness, and knew it was a pillow.
Fifth felt along the tusks, feeling the point, and announced that it was a spear.
And the sixth man felt its whiskers, the long and rough strands, and decided it had found a paintbrush.
They began to argue, nearly coming to blows, when another person came along who could see - and pointed out that they were arguing over a walrus.
To me, this story is incomplete. We don't know what was buried beneath the ground, or why the walrus was in the path in the first place, or who was watching. Was this an experiment? A prank? A trap? Or just mere coincidence?
Was it all the lead-in to something greater?
Or are we just overthinking it?
When you think you know something, for certain, you may not be wrong - but more pieces, more information, can help you understand a bit better. There are times when we can act quickly, and act rashly, but it is a risk to underestimate anyone else.
Those who stand against you are likely precisely as smart as you are. They might be more so. Maybe they knew how you would react and it was exactly what they had hoped.
Be better.
None had any idea what it might be, and each that touched it declared, with absolute certainty, what they had found.
The first touched the tail, feeling the broad expanse, and declared that it must be a fan.
The second felt its claws, and announced it had found the hardest stone.
The third stroked its side, felt the rough flesh, and decided it must be a wall.
The fourth pushed into the flesh, felt the softness, and knew it was a pillow.
Fifth felt along the tusks, feeling the point, and announced that it was a spear.
And the sixth man felt its whiskers, the long and rough strands, and decided it had found a paintbrush.
They began to argue, nearly coming to blows, when another person came along who could see - and pointed out that they were arguing over a walrus.
To me, this story is incomplete. We don't know what was buried beneath the ground, or why the walrus was in the path in the first place, or who was watching. Was this an experiment? A prank? A trap? Or just mere coincidence?
Was it all the lead-in to something greater?
Or are we just overthinking it?
When you think you know something, for certain, you may not be wrong - but more pieces, more information, can help you understand a bit better. There are times when we can act quickly, and act rashly, but it is a risk to underestimate anyone else.
Those who stand against you are likely precisely as smart as you are. They might be more so. Maybe they knew how you would react and it was exactly what they had hoped.
Be better.
Written By Evonleigh
April 7, 2019, 3:10 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
To have written a play and see actors breathe life into characters who once only existed in your head and then in ink -- it is something quite wondrous to behold. A feeling I can't describe.
The talent of the players humbles me, and I know their skill and passion for the art will compensate for any lack on my part as the architect of this drama.
I cannot thank those supporting me in this endeavor enough, be they actor, musician, patron, crew, future audience member, or simply those telling me I can do it.
The talent of the players humbles me, and I know their skill and passion for the art will compensate for any lack on my part as the architect of this drama.
I cannot thank those supporting me in this endeavor enough, be they actor, musician, patron, crew, future audience member, or simply those telling me I can do it.
Written By Shard
April 7, 2019, 3:05 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
There was an important principle in my tribe that children learned early, and often: if someone does for you, you do for them. If they give you something you need, you give them something they need in turn. If they protect you, you protect them. If they stand for you, you stand for them, because none of us could stand forever on our own. This wasn't debt, exactly, or at least, not debt in the way that debt happens here. You didn't keep a tally. You didn't go break bones if someone owed you. You simply did for each other, because it was right, and also because it was necessary. The tribe would not survive otherwise.
It's not doing for someone else if you're only holding out a hand to someone in danger because you want them to stand between you and worse danger. It's not doing for someone else to take advantage of their desperation and offer them a choice between death and death. If you're only thinking of someone as an expendable resource, then you might be doing business, but you aren't doing them a favor.
And you should always be wary of someone who treats making a trade as though they were bestowing a benevolent gift.
It's not doing for someone else if you're only holding out a hand to someone in danger because you want them to stand between you and worse danger. It's not doing for someone else to take advantage of their desperation and offer them a choice between death and death. If you're only thinking of someone as an expendable resource, then you might be doing business, but you aren't doing them a favor.
And you should always be wary of someone who treats making a trade as though they were bestowing a benevolent gift.
Written By Evonleigh
April 7, 2019, 3:04 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Fair warning to all who might seek out self defense from Lord Ian Kennex:
He will throw beanbags at you. Many of them. Most of them will hit, but only your ego will be bruised on the morrow.
He will throw beanbags at you. Many of them. Most of them will hit, but only your ego will be bruised on the morrow.
Written By Valenzo
April 7, 2019, 2:25 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
More likely they were coordinating mutinies to get rid of the both of us due to gross incompetence of command, Ev.
Written By Jeffeth
April 7, 2019, 1:42 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Sorry Grandmaster, I'm a Knight of Songs now! I guess!
Written By Sophie
April 7, 2019, 1:28 a.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
What a long road this has been for me! I've spent the last few months considering the gods - speaking to people - spending time in the shrines - and simply soul searching.
I've always known I might be godsworn one day. I always suspected it was my path, and when I stepped on that path it was with a certain amount of trepidation.
Now that I near the end it I realize this is but the beginning. My life has been devoted to Lagoma since I was so young.
It is time for the next step.. and time to devote myself to the gods.
I'm so anxious for it to be done already! I think perhaps I shall devote my time to some project until the ceremony.. anything to make the days go by faster.
My office needs rearranging. Maybe I'll do that...
I've always known I might be godsworn one day. I always suspected it was my path, and when I stepped on that path it was with a certain amount of trepidation.
Now that I near the end it I realize this is but the beginning. My life has been devoted to Lagoma since I was so young.
It is time for the next step.. and time to devote myself to the gods.
I'm so anxious for it to be done already! I think perhaps I shall devote my time to some project until the ceremony.. anything to make the days go by faster.
My office needs rearranging. Maybe I'll do that...
Written By Monique
April 6, 2019, 11:55 p.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
A monkey masked man gave me a ring of the most precious gemecittan quartz and said he owed me a hug. I have never been more confused or intrigued.
Written By Aureth
April 6, 2019, 11:39 p.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
I remember when birthdays were an occasion for a party. Today, I am scheduling... meetings.
This seems like an unfair trade.
This seems like an unfair trade.
Written By Nurie
April 6, 2019, 11:36 p.m.(11/17/1010 AR)
I think my first memory is a whispered word.
I've heard it so often, through the years. Always on the edge of someone's tongue. Oh how many times I have danced and soothed and laughed, anything to soften the sharpness of it, carried so quietly on other people's tongues and in their eyes. How can I explain that the first word I remember other than my name, the whisper that follows so closely to unravel hard work, to kindle disappointment in another's eyes, to stoke a cold anger even in those that I love and I love me, sometimes I think that it is the carver's knife that has crafted me and the sand to polish me into what I have become.
And yet.
Why is it that I was so warmed, to hear it spoken as if it were just part of a family? Without shame. Perhaps not even with shame even remote considered. It is just a word.
Could I be loved because of, rather than in spite of?
Or is that just the part of me that wishes things to be so, and so will cut and reform any puzzle piece to fill that space within my heart.
I've heard it so often, through the years. Always on the edge of someone's tongue. Oh how many times I have danced and soothed and laughed, anything to soften the sharpness of it, carried so quietly on other people's tongues and in their eyes. How can I explain that the first word I remember other than my name, the whisper that follows so closely to unravel hard work, to kindle disappointment in another's eyes, to stoke a cold anger even in those that I love and I love me, sometimes I think that it is the carver's knife that has crafted me and the sand to polish me into what I have become.
And yet.
Why is it that I was so warmed, to hear it spoken as if it were just part of a family? Without shame. Perhaps not even with shame even remote considered. It is just a word.
Could I be loved because of, rather than in spite of?
Or is that just the part of me that wishes things to be so, and so will cut and reform any puzzle piece to fill that space within my heart.
Written By Pyotr
April 6, 2019, 11:04 p.m.(11/16/1010 AR)
I am finally settled in the city of Arx, though I don't know yet where I will be staying. Perhaps with house Grimhall, but perhaps I will want more independence.
Now to find people looking for a talent merchant, diplomat, and charmer like me. I've heard Arvum is in need.
And I live to serve.
Now to find people looking for a talent merchant, diplomat, and charmer like me. I've heard Arvum is in need.
And I live to serve.
Written By Kamon
April 6, 2019, 10:56 p.m.(11/16/1010 AR)
Words really cannot describe this magnificent city. As I set foot in the city, I was greeted by the bustling, prosperous atmosphere. Growing in a small hamlet, I have always imagined how Arx looks like since I was a child, but seeing it personally is really a wonderful experience
Written By Lucita
April 6, 2019, 10:02 p.m.(11/16/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
Friendship grows slowly but steadily, accepting each other's quirks, faults, and strengths. He's someone to whom can confide weaknesses and they do not think less of me for them. We can pass hours in conversation or companionable silences. It is nice to have someone accept you for yourself.
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