Written By Maja
April 2, 2019, 1:19 p.m.(11/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
I GOT TO STAND NEAR THE KING TODAY.
I mean, only sort of near but it was nearer than I have ever been before. Oh gosh..
I mean, only sort of near but it was nearer than I have ever been before. Oh gosh..
Written By Venturo
April 2, 2019, 11:46 a.m.(11/8/1010 AR)
It's been a wonderful time getting to meet new people from across Arvum as I look to expand the carnivals and breweries into new parts of the world. From Nightgold to Crovane, Ashford to Redreef, Inverno to Harthall and so many more, it is truly amazing both in how each area has their own unique feel and what they are proud of and wish to celebrate... and the common threads they all share. I hope to recruit a few more yet to the cause of spreading cheer, enjoyment, and stories that move people to tears and laughter, heartache and hope. If any are out there that are interested in such a partnership with their house? Feel free to send me a messenger.
Written By Lou
April 2, 2019, 10:34 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
What a long, strange journey this has been for me. For us. We found them. Five of them, nearly frozen down to the bone. Miraculously they survived, and we were able to get them free. Miraculously, they even spoke bits of our language. Five of them. Alive. They were separated from the others and there may be more. Gods, I hope there are more. They are in my thoughts, and I have been praying for their safe reunification ever since we left.
I just can't get over it. Five. I'm going to have to learn how to draw now, proper like. I want to capture every bit of it down on paper.
Norman Greyridge is a hero, they said. I hope he knows this, that he is a hero.
I just can't get over it. Five. I'm going to have to learn how to draw now, proper like. I want to capture every bit of it down on paper.
Norman Greyridge is a hero, they said. I hope he knows this, that he is a hero.
Written By Bhandn
April 2, 2019, 4:20 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
I really am getting more outwardly thoughtful, the more I get older. I don't think I would have ever considered this black eye to be a chastisement from Gloria, until the discussion I had with Mistress Arcuri today.
Something tells me that she and Valena would have gotten along quite well, and I can almost see the two of them bonding over stories of how one or the other gave out admonitions, or pride in their own work. My sword and my armor, and the fact that I am alive, can attest to the quality of their abilities.
At least she is willing to take the commission once I have the silver for it. That was a relief, as well as insightful. I hadn't even considered half of what she asked of me regarding it. How could I have thought only on what it would vaguely be and look like, that I did not think on the finer details?
Gods, I'm growing old.
Something tells me that she and Valena would have gotten along quite well, and I can almost see the two of them bonding over stories of how one or the other gave out admonitions, or pride in their own work. My sword and my armor, and the fact that I am alive, can attest to the quality of their abilities.
At least she is willing to take the commission once I have the silver for it. That was a relief, as well as insightful. I hadn't even considered half of what she asked of me regarding it. How could I have thought only on what it would vaguely be and look like, that I did not think on the finer details?
Gods, I'm growing old.
Written By Maja
April 2, 2019, 3:51 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
Well, I've done it.
I've left the security of the Tragedy and have set out to find my fortune in the world. So exciting!
I am trying to figure out how to set up myself up as a merchant. I think once I get some capital, I will be able to make something of myself -- it's just tricky getting that ball rolling. But I have faith in myself and my abilities. Until then, though? I will live off bread, water and determination.
I've left the security of the Tragedy and have set out to find my fortune in the world. So exciting!
I am trying to figure out how to set up myself up as a merchant. I think once I get some capital, I will be able to make something of myself -- it's just tricky getting that ball rolling. But I have faith in myself and my abilities. Until then, though? I will live off bread, water and determination.
Written By Mirk
April 2, 2019, 3:03 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
The melee was an exciting occasion. There was distinctive blend of strategy and chaos to the fights - those I had the attention to follow, at least - that created outcomes I couldn't have anticipated. Still, the North represented itself well, and Brianna made her way into the top ten competitors.
The betting didn't turn out too bad, either.
The betting didn't turn out too bad, either.
Written By Jennyva
April 2, 2019, 2:46 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
When nothing goes right.... go left!
Written By Kaya
April 2, 2019, 1:23 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
What would you say if I ended it all today? Would my memory just fade away into nothing? The world is crashing around me and I don’t feel a thing. Every attempt I have made to keep it from unraveling....Wasted...For here I am once again unable to go any further. Maybe if I close my eyes I will wake and find this was all a nightmare. Maybe this time I won’t wake up...
Written By Arcadia
April 2, 2019, 12:42 a.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
I'm so happy I could burst!
A whole new world of adventures await and I can't wait to get started.
A whole new world of adventures await and I can't wait to get started.
Written By Morrighan
April 1, 2019, 11:47 p.m.(11/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
I say, I think that's the handsomest hat I've ever made.
Written By Rymarr
April 1, 2019, 10:57 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
Everyone is a criminal, whether lawfully or socially, in the eyes of their opposite.
The only constant is that everyone is guilty of something before the Sentinel.
The only constant is that everyone is guilty of something before the Sentinel.
Written By Delilah
April 1, 2019, 10:39 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
I am a solitary mote in the wine-dark sea: little do I last and the night is enormous.
But I look up: the stars write.
Unknowing I understand: I too am written, and at this very moment someone spells me out.
Mine is an invocation of starlight and moonfire.
But I look up: the stars write.
Unknowing I understand: I too am written, and at this very moment someone spells me out.
Mine is an invocation of starlight and moonfire.
Written By Miranda
April 1, 2019, 10:36 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ajax
It was a solid spar and I enjoyed it way more than I should!
You hit like a hammer, Messere!
Over and over and over again...
I should have just stayed down.
Wouldn't have been as much fun though.
You hit like a hammer, Messere!
Over and over and over again...
I should have just stayed down.
Wouldn't have been as much fun though.
Written By Marian
April 1, 2019, 10:11 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
Flanking is a skill that doesn't always come easily. It requires not only keen eye on your enemy's blade but also an intuitive understanding of the other warrior you're partnering with. Knowing when to feint and strike so your blows are in tandem with another.
I can proudly point out that Lord Rysen Crovane showed this talent off beautifully in the way he partnered with myself and Lady Brianna Halfshav in the Grand Melee.
I can proudly point out that Lord Rysen Crovane showed this talent off beautifully in the way he partnered with myself and Lady Brianna Halfshav in the Grand Melee.
Written By Violet
April 1, 2019, 9:58 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
(There is a date on this preceeding the actual logged date of entry by a little bit and a note: Written on ship from Sandreef Point to Arx)
The world is a rough and rugged place. I've been on the road with Preston and the Templars. The Malardin are not something to mess around with. It felt good to fix some problems. Even if it left us with more questions. Puzzle pieces are not matching up...
After that I went visiting Cascade Springs and checking in on the Chapter House there. Preparing them for recruitment and training. Then on to the Greenmarch Chapter for the same thing. After that it was on to Sandreef Point. I may have just missed the firebombing. I must say it makes me furious and I may have to fast track some things. This hate towards others trying to become a part of our community, and add to it positively, should not be. It frustrates me. We'll see what can be done.
But mostly? Mostly I cannot wait to hold Thorley and Sorcha and Talia again. My heart is bursting. It has been months. Too long.
The world is a rough and rugged place. I've been on the road with Preston and the Templars. The Malardin are not something to mess around with. It felt good to fix some problems. Even if it left us with more questions. Puzzle pieces are not matching up...
After that I went visiting Cascade Springs and checking in on the Chapter House there. Preparing them for recruitment and training. Then on to the Greenmarch Chapter for the same thing. After that it was on to Sandreef Point. I may have just missed the firebombing. I must say it makes me furious and I may have to fast track some things. This hate towards others trying to become a part of our community, and add to it positively, should not be. It frustrates me. We'll see what can be done.
But mostly? Mostly I cannot wait to hold Thorley and Sorcha and Talia again. My heart is bursting. It has been months. Too long.
Written By Marian
April 1, 2019, 9:58 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
Well done. I was very excited to see a member of our fealty make it to the semi finals in the Grand Melee at the Tournament of Roses. Considering that you chose Radiant Bliss Whisper as your opponent shows just how ambitious you are.
Written By Alrec
April 1, 2019, 8:54 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
Some times your past comes to hunt you, and some times, it comes close to home and disrupts the progress you had made.
Written By Reigna
April 1, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
The Battle of Stormwall has been brought up frequently of late. I still feel the grip and clench of my stomach when I think about my time there. The things that I saw. Gods, could I have been so young and new to the world? How can that only have been two years ago? Gods above, I was carrying Talis Storm while I served in Stormwall. It feels like forever ago. A lifetime.
And yet when I close my eyes, I can still see Eirlys' smile. I can hear her joyous laughter. I see echoes of her in her namesake. I think of all those who were part of my life then who no longer are and I am shaken to my core at how much has changed. There are still plenty of people, my family, my closest friends, who are here. But I remember and I feel so different from the woman I was. It was the first time I truly experienced war, the first time I had to taste it.
I went looking through my journals of that time and one entry stood out. I will repeat it here:
No matter what happens, no matter what we experience, time marches forward. I must try to remember that. I can get so lost in my thoughts, in my reading and studying. In my medicine, in my joys that I feel almost that I am in a bubble, trapped in those moments. Some blissful, others... less so. But time moves ever onward. There are things that must be done, people to speak with, information to be gathered and shared.
I have been having nightmares. I am getting used to them now. They no longer have me waking with a scream. I do not even wake Kael anymore. Well. Most of the time.
I see those creatures, wasted, emaciated. Hungry. The hollowness of their filmed over eyes, lost beyond the ability to be called men. The leashes wrapped around their throats, their clawing hands and gnashing teeth. I see that tower of armor and the deep basso echoes of 'Feast'.
But that, oddly, is the background. My dreams are filled with wounds. The stench of charred flesh and burnt bone, the slippery feel of entrails sliding through my hands as I try to put someone back together. The way the copper tang of blood filled my mouth for days. The steady, relentless sound of a sword cutting through the necks of the dead and worse, the dying. Each lopping fall of that sword counting another failure. Another life unsaved. So many died. I tried... I tried so hard. I thought ahead, I trained them. I drilled them. I arrogantly thought I was going to make such a difference. I was going to save them.
Only one in four returned. One in four. I have written so many letters to so many families. Thanking them for the service of their kin. Apologizing for the loss, remarking on the bravery and duty they fulfilled when they did not have to. Healers are not soldiers, and many died in service to them. To the Compact.
My mind cannot seem to let this go. It takes me back there at unexpected times. Nothing at all should make me think of it, and suddenly it is as if I am back in that tent, amidst the wails and moans, the thunder of hooves and that terrible terrible call, 'Feast'.
Time marches forward. Things, places, people move on. I travel through Arx and I see so many merry people and a part of me wonders what is wrong with me, that I am home, but I am also still not wholly home. A part of me is still in Stormwall. I do not know if I will ever really leave that place. Why can I not be home? Does anyone else feel this way? As if they left a part of themselves so far away, still stuck in that bubble of terror and focus?
I am not wholly unhappy. Not at all. Being home, seeing my husband, my children, my friends, I am often laughing, often happy. Until I blink and I am back there.
Time marches forward, but I feel left behind.
And yet when I close my eyes, I can still see Eirlys' smile. I can hear her joyous laughter. I see echoes of her in her namesake. I think of all those who were part of my life then who no longer are and I am shaken to my core at how much has changed. There are still plenty of people, my family, my closest friends, who are here. But I remember and I feel so different from the woman I was. It was the first time I truly experienced war, the first time I had to taste it.
I went looking through my journals of that time and one entry stood out. I will repeat it here:
No matter what happens, no matter what we experience, time marches forward. I must try to remember that. I can get so lost in my thoughts, in my reading and studying. In my medicine, in my joys that I feel almost that I am in a bubble, trapped in those moments. Some blissful, others... less so. But time moves ever onward. There are things that must be done, people to speak with, information to be gathered and shared.
I have been having nightmares. I am getting used to them now. They no longer have me waking with a scream. I do not even wake Kael anymore. Well. Most of the time.
I see those creatures, wasted, emaciated. Hungry. The hollowness of their filmed over eyes, lost beyond the ability to be called men. The leashes wrapped around their throats, their clawing hands and gnashing teeth. I see that tower of armor and the deep basso echoes of 'Feast'.
But that, oddly, is the background. My dreams are filled with wounds. The stench of charred flesh and burnt bone, the slippery feel of entrails sliding through my hands as I try to put someone back together. The way the copper tang of blood filled my mouth for days. The steady, relentless sound of a sword cutting through the necks of the dead and worse, the dying. Each lopping fall of that sword counting another failure. Another life unsaved. So many died. I tried... I tried so hard. I thought ahead, I trained them. I drilled them. I arrogantly thought I was going to make such a difference. I was going to save them.
Only one in four returned. One in four. I have written so many letters to so many families. Thanking them for the service of their kin. Apologizing for the loss, remarking on the bravery and duty they fulfilled when they did not have to. Healers are not soldiers, and many died in service to them. To the Compact.
My mind cannot seem to let this go. It takes me back there at unexpected times. Nothing at all should make me think of it, and suddenly it is as if I am back in that tent, amidst the wails and moans, the thunder of hooves and that terrible terrible call, 'Feast'.
Time marches forward. Things, places, people move on. I travel through Arx and I see so many merry people and a part of me wonders what is wrong with me, that I am home, but I am also still not wholly home. A part of me is still in Stormwall. I do not know if I will ever really leave that place. Why can I not be home? Does anyone else feel this way? As if they left a part of themselves so far away, still stuck in that bubble of terror and focus?
I am not wholly unhappy. Not at all. Being home, seeing my husband, my children, my friends, I am often laughing, often happy. Until I blink and I am back there.
Time marches forward, but I feel left behind.
Written By Ida
April 1, 2019, 7:46 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
As a little girl and Austen but a baby in his cradle, my mother would read all sorts of grand tales of Valardin heroes at bedtime. The ones about knights were always my favorite, but I bet most children (myself included) couldn't help but love the adventures told of Prince Cedric Valardin. The far off places he went, the amazing adventures he had, and the stars that he charted... They are the sort of stories that make children believe, at least for a little while, in dragons and other fanciful legends. One book mentioned fish with a curled tail and horse-like head: a seahorse. I had forgotten about it totally until I was just chicken-scratching out some ideas for the next time I have a chance to stock the shop. I'm not sure I have it just right, but I think they might be the next feature. As well, I have a store of rubicund that I should probably put to better use than collecting dust.
Written By Vanora
April 1, 2019, 7:03 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
In a few days House Grimhall will come together for one of our feasts and what I hope will be a productive and pleasant conversation. We could all use it, undoubtedly.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.