Written By Norwood
Jan. 25, 2019, 9:39 p.m.(6/15/1010 AR)
I was asked by someone earlier this week what justice was, or at least, that is what I recall the most from the conversation. It seemed to me that there was an implication that justice might be a subjective term.
I am inclined to think that justice is not subjective. I believe that justice is determined by the law. If a law is broken, than that same law should define the justice meted out to the breaker. To use any other metric for justice seems to open the door to vigilante justice.
Thus is my shame. I have taken justice into my own hands, and the cost is almost more than I can bear.
I am inclined to think that justice is not subjective. I believe that justice is determined by the law. If a law is broken, than that same law should define the justice meted out to the breaker. To use any other metric for justice seems to open the door to vigilante justice.
Thus is my shame. I have taken justice into my own hands, and the cost is almost more than I can bear.
Written By Sofia
Jan. 25, 2019, 9:07 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Meditation is good for the soul, but a poor choice for a social life! How many nights have I spent away from Arx, wondering and wishing instead of planning and action? No more, for I have dusted off my finest gowns and feel ready to enjoy life once more, to see what fate waits for me.
Written By Danvir
Jan. 25, 2019, 7:01 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Keeping track of all the trade for Ravenseye can have its upsides. I have asked the traders who are out to bring back any books or treaties that they might find on spirits and the old gods. I am hoping to build a good library of information to use for my research and for others who wish to study as well.
Written By Danvir
Jan. 25, 2019, 6:58 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
I have been hearing talk that we are looking to possibly distance our self from the gods and the spirits. I must say that to me this would be the worst mistake we could make and even thought we are told there is danger we must use this as a chance to strengthen our bonds and not weaken them.
Written By Alarissa
Jan. 25, 2019, 6:01 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Well.
At least there was an advantage to marrying in one of the beekeepers.
I'm tossing them on the ship for the next week though. Peace and quiet in the house.
At least there was an advantage to marrying in one of the beekeepers.
I'm tossing them on the ship for the next week though. Peace and quiet in the house.
Written By Josephine
Jan. 25, 2019, 5:57 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
A busy week, many pieces going out the door, settled around the neck of the new owners, or upon fingers, wrists and temples.
I find immense delight however, in the creation of that which is being given as a gift between those who are to wed. To be granted that moment of trust and to bring wills and hearts together and to find in two, a symbol of their future as one. Such delight.
I admit, I always undercharge for this privilege. How could I not. They have allowed me to be a part of their life after all. A piece of me, to be upon their fingers forever.
I find immense delight however, in the creation of that which is being given as a gift between those who are to wed. To be granted that moment of trust and to bring wills and hearts together and to find in two, a symbol of their future as one. Such delight.
I admit, I always undercharge for this privilege. How could I not. They have allowed me to be a part of their life after all. A piece of me, to be upon their fingers forever.
Written By Selene
Jan. 25, 2019, 3:05 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
I invite any of you to engage in correspondence with me. Receiving messages is ever a delight. Having a pen friend out there in the world, someone I can build a friendship with on the strength of witticisms and the written word, would be welcome.
Written By Corban
Jan. 25, 2019, 2:56 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
How good it is to have the Radiant Emeritus back in the Capital. With the challenges presented by the Great Road project and the foreign emissaries, the presence of such a skilled diplomat will be a benefit for us all.
Written By Alrec
Jan. 25, 2019, 12:01 p.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Bad luck to name your ship invincible, greatest, huge, indestructible...
Written By Zoey
Jan. 25, 2019, 11:49 a.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
He's back! Uncle Gabriel is back! I simply cannot contain my delight and excitement... There's so much to do!
Also? Thank the -gods- for nannies.
Also? Thank the -gods- for nannies.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 25, 2019, 10:29 a.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
I'm glad you were the one telling that story, perhaps people will be more inclined to believe you when you relate the sheer size of that bear! May your wounds heal fast and without scars.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 25, 2019, 10:25 a.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Word reached me from Saikland that some of the measures we have taken, some of the things we have found out, procedures we started following have at last enabled our farmers to start reclaiming the land and not driven away from their fields by some of the animals terrifying them. We have much for which to be thankful.
Written By Alrec
Jan. 25, 2019, 9:52 a.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
If I did not want to be stranded in Arx maybe I shouldn't have rammed the ship. I will just lock myself up in my room.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 25, 2019, 9:30 a.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
As a scholar has brought your journal to my attention, I would like to congratulate House Halfshav. Well done.
Written By Alrec
Jan. 25, 2019, 8:24 a.m.(6/13/1010 AR)
It took more than a couple turns around the keel of the Invincible for Rot-Eye to die and even then, it was a mercy bolt to the head that put that old pirate down. Nothing of his remain in Luciva, even that beautiful ship of his. We simply burned it and let the treacherous shores of Luciva take it.
Written By Renata
Jan. 25, 2019, 8:01 a.m.(6/13/1010 AR)
I didn't expect to be taking another voyage so soon after the one I made from Setarco to Arx.
As it turned out, I could have been saved from making the trip, as the person we were supposed to locate and return with to Arx, Lunara Argento the Sword of Nilaza, preferred death over a pardoning for her crimes. She looked exhausted, and was coughing up blood, and I imagine that her decision was coloured by the fact that she knew she was not long for this world.
Even now, having time and again gone over the events as they occured, I'm still unsure as to exactly what happened. Lunara drew her sword on Arianna and the two engaged each other. A hooded man arrived and claimed an interest in Lunara, and it seemed as if he would fight us all in order to take her with him. I tried to intervene, but there was a moment when I was left staring into the eyes of this man. He touched my face, and the rest of the room and everyone in it faded as a wave of emotions washed through me.
Then Jhond's blade found him and the spell was broken. He bellowed, and it was a terrible sound. I must have lost my wits, for I could have sworn he made a leap which no man should be capable of. He looked down upon us from the second floor where he balanced upon the railing, but then he was off, and when I looked back to where Lady Arianna and Lunara Argento were fighting, the killing blow had already been struck.
As it turned out, I could have been saved from making the trip, as the person we were supposed to locate and return with to Arx, Lunara Argento the Sword of Nilaza, preferred death over a pardoning for her crimes. She looked exhausted, and was coughing up blood, and I imagine that her decision was coloured by the fact that she knew she was not long for this world.
Even now, having time and again gone over the events as they occured, I'm still unsure as to exactly what happened. Lunara drew her sword on Arianna and the two engaged each other. A hooded man arrived and claimed an interest in Lunara, and it seemed as if he would fight us all in order to take her with him. I tried to intervene, but there was a moment when I was left staring into the eyes of this man. He touched my face, and the rest of the room and everyone in it faded as a wave of emotions washed through me.
Then Jhond's blade found him and the spell was broken. He bellowed, and it was a terrible sound. I must have lost my wits, for I could have sworn he made a leap which no man should be capable of. He looked down upon us from the second floor where he balanced upon the railing, but then he was off, and when I looked back to where Lady Arianna and Lunara Argento were fighting, the killing blow had already been struck.
Written By Harlex
Jan. 25, 2019, 7:57 a.m.(6/13/1010 AR)
I don't know what's in store for us. I don't know the right answers but only follow the ones I feel _are_ right. I guess that's enough sometimes. Hope it's that way for this too.
I make no presumptions that I'll change the scope of history, hearts, or minds with some common sellsword's notions on current events. That isn't my intention. But I just wish to record things, as I see them, for someone later on down the road to have a bigger picture. Another voice in a sea of voices. Another tale worth the telling.
The world has not changed so much as we think but opened, like cards turned over in a game of chance. They were always there, whatever face laid on the other side, but as it goes when the bets are made it is time for the revelation.
So it is the hour of revealing and each one, it seems, is not in our favour. We hinge on the next, we cling to the hope that we will not lose, even if it comes down to that last card. That river in the desert.
All gamblers, like the dying, are fools made of luck and hope.
I feel that the Ashe woman is right. But it is a hard sell. I fault no one wanting to hedge their bets in this game. Its terrifying. For common folks, for silks, comfort and security will always come before choice. Skald may have given freedom when he broke Fate's back, but he gave us uncertainty as well.
No one likes to feel uncertain, about their life, their love, their path. It is a consumptive heart rot. It tears us up inside. It makes us mad and irrational. It makes us monsters and victims.
Sometimes both.
I have survived for a long time. Longer than I have any right. I have wadded in blood and misery. I have been, and continue to be, a black and irredeemable beast.
These scars I have given myself, they will never fade. And it was all that I might live. All for survival. All because I feared that last turn of the card at my table. Because I was uncertain. Uncertain that I'd ever find the river. That the desert would take me.
Then, as it went on, I noticed it had less to do with survival. It had become the only thing I knew. It was hardly living. It was less dead.
But now I look at it as it stands, with no shortage of trepidation or uncertainty, and I know what I want the world to be and what I don't. So, this time, when it comes I'll make my choice, throw in my bet on what I think is right. Or at least, what I want to be right. Win, lose or draw.
And, for once, not just for survival.
I make no presumptions that I'll change the scope of history, hearts, or minds with some common sellsword's notions on current events. That isn't my intention. But I just wish to record things, as I see them, for someone later on down the road to have a bigger picture. Another voice in a sea of voices. Another tale worth the telling.
The world has not changed so much as we think but opened, like cards turned over in a game of chance. They were always there, whatever face laid on the other side, but as it goes when the bets are made it is time for the revelation.
So it is the hour of revealing and each one, it seems, is not in our favour. We hinge on the next, we cling to the hope that we will not lose, even if it comes down to that last card. That river in the desert.
All gamblers, like the dying, are fools made of luck and hope.
I feel that the Ashe woman is right. But it is a hard sell. I fault no one wanting to hedge their bets in this game. Its terrifying. For common folks, for silks, comfort and security will always come before choice. Skald may have given freedom when he broke Fate's back, but he gave us uncertainty as well.
No one likes to feel uncertain, about their life, their love, their path. It is a consumptive heart rot. It tears us up inside. It makes us mad and irrational. It makes us monsters and victims.
Sometimes both.
I have survived for a long time. Longer than I have any right. I have wadded in blood and misery. I have been, and continue to be, a black and irredeemable beast.
These scars I have given myself, they will never fade. And it was all that I might live. All for survival. All because I feared that last turn of the card at my table. Because I was uncertain. Uncertain that I'd ever find the river. That the desert would take me.
Then, as it went on, I noticed it had less to do with survival. It had become the only thing I knew. It was hardly living. It was less dead.
But now I look at it as it stands, with no shortage of trepidation or uncertainty, and I know what I want the world to be and what I don't. So, this time, when it comes I'll make my choice, throw in my bet on what I think is right. Or at least, what I want to be right. Win, lose or draw.
And, for once, not just for survival.
Written By Philippe
Jan. 25, 2019, 7:53 a.m.(6/13/1010 AR)
There is a story Prince Dayne told me one night when we were discussing my father. It takes place on a river with a heavy current that only a frog could swim across. So a frog appears ready to swim across when he meets a scorpion and the scorpion says, "Take me on your back. I cant swim alone." The frog knew better. If he took the scorpion, the scorpion would sting him and he would die. So the frog responds with, "If I take you with me you will sting me." The scorpion scoffed insulted by the frog, "If I sting you we both drown!" The scorpion said, convincing the frog to take it across the river. As they reach the center of the river the scorpion stings the frog, and the frog exclaims, "You sting me! Now we will drown!" To which the scorpion says, "I cant help it. It is in my nature and you should've known better."
We used this story a lot at my father's expense, a man I loved dearly but always found to be too soft, too trusting...
We used this story a lot at my father's expense, a man I loved dearly but always found to be too soft, too trusting...
Written By Vercyn
Jan. 25, 2019, 6:45 a.m.(6/13/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
My Nephews have handled this situation with our people with grace and wisdom. Both Arik and Mirk should be commended for their good work.
Written By Evaristo
Jan. 25, 2019, 3:07 a.m.(6/13/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I will take this very good advice to heart and always come to the stacks prepared.
It's also a great place to meet people, though the conversations tend to be very quiet.
It's also a great place to meet people, though the conversations tend to be very quiet.
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