Written By Andry
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:39 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
I feel absolutely humbled by the support we Knights of Solace have recieved in the wake of recent events and through our efforts to assimilate the prodical knights brought to us by the initiative of honorable Sir Corban. Each and every one of you are the lights that keeps the darkness at bay.
Written By Teagan
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:32 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
I tread on dangerous waters, but I will not drown.
Written By Lorenzo
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:26 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
I didn't make it to the Assembly that has been on everyone's lips these past few days, more's the pity. I say so because I heard a number of people were showing off their copper brooches and other items, which I find wonderful and exciting. Let's remember in these dark days that Copper would want us to hold fast and work together to continue the legacy she left.
My dearest Gwenna had a front row seat for the visitors' presentations, as she represented His Grace Prince Darren until he could arrive. I look with dismay at the options, because they all seem quite terrible, but I encourage everyone to act with prudence. There is still time to talk and plan and learn more, which we should do, until such time when a decision must be made.
My dearest Gwenna had a front row seat for the visitors' presentations, as she represented His Grace Prince Darren until he could arrive. I look with dismay at the options, because they all seem quite terrible, but I encourage everyone to act with prudence. There is still time to talk and plan and learn more, which we should do, until such time when a decision must be made.
Written By Skapti
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:26 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Don't mind Fiora, Officer Fatchforth. She's just one of the silks as thinks being a noble somehow makes her inherently wiser than the rest of us.
Written By Willow
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:13 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Black hearts, men say
Ignorant
No.
Nay! Nay! Nay!
Hidden chambers of star iron
Innumerable brilliant pinpricks
Of light winking in the dark.
Mischief and roguish grins,
Linger on features
Sublime.
Mahogany locks
And warm deep brown eyes.
Such Valor and wisdom hides
On features still young.
The romantic buried in me.wishes
You more inclined to nobility
So we could be.
Not just friends and lovers
But perhaps one day married.
Although, my tender sensibilities remind me,
You are perfect, I would change nothing.
Ignorant
No.
Nay! Nay! Nay!
Hidden chambers of star iron
Innumerable brilliant pinpricks
Of light winking in the dark.
Mischief and roguish grins,
Linger on features
Sublime.
Mahogany locks
And warm deep brown eyes.
Such Valor and wisdom hides
On features still young.
The romantic buried in me.wishes
You more inclined to nobility
So we could be.
Not just friends and lovers
But perhaps one day married.
Although, my tender sensibilities remind me,
You are perfect, I would change nothing.
Written By Cadern
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:13 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
So it seems Aella has returned to her ships which is unfortunate. Just when things are fascinating. So many things from a thousand years ago making their influence known. Platinum and his empire, Brass revealing his survival finally, Copper's Apprentice making a show, and the Dragonlords pushing their influence. Add to that research into the Nefer'khat and there's going to be plenty to keep me busy. Despite all that getting the house settled and secured along with the Blackwoods. The Navegant have been helpful and not at all resistant which makes things certainly much easier. Still so many directions to go and so many distractions.
Written By Ouida
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:57 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Onward, ever onward. One foot in front of the other. With hope and many prayers said that I shall never have to face ones I have loved and caroused with across the field of battle.
Until then, it is honorable and sacred duty to continue extending a hand, to help others to their feet, to work alongside those that would have you do so, until even the eleventh hour.
I have little voice in what happens in regards to interactions of beyond our borders. I do not think that the High Lords would give much weight to an upjumped knight of a House not one of the mighty of reputation or power might wish or wonder. And I have made my peace with that.
There is still plenty to do in the meantime, to try to see that the coming apart at the seams does not happen more rapidly with such uncertainty.
I am not favored with personal knowledge of the metallics and their legacy bearers. Nor do I know those of the Emperor, nor the administrators of Cardia. Or whatever else may rise in the next hour, day, week, or month.
But I when I close my eyes and think of who I have loved, and served, and bled and wept and laughed with joy for since I first came in to service, I see the people of the Compact, in a circle ever expanding. Quarrelsome, bitter, selfish, impetuous, hypocritical, bold, compassionate, merciful, and unintentionally humorous though we may be. And gods help me, despite the fear and anger I might feel at times or any given moment, what grows large and more quickly than the shadow is love, in expansion.
I do not know what the future will hold. The choices and paths are thrilling and terrifying, and I hope that whatever comes I shall conduct myself with honor. But for now, one foot in front of the other, ever forward, in hope, faith, and love.
Until then, it is honorable and sacred duty to continue extending a hand, to help others to their feet, to work alongside those that would have you do so, until even the eleventh hour.
I have little voice in what happens in regards to interactions of beyond our borders. I do not think that the High Lords would give much weight to an upjumped knight of a House not one of the mighty of reputation or power might wish or wonder. And I have made my peace with that.
There is still plenty to do in the meantime, to try to see that the coming apart at the seams does not happen more rapidly with such uncertainty.
I am not favored with personal knowledge of the metallics and their legacy bearers. Nor do I know those of the Emperor, nor the administrators of Cardia. Or whatever else may rise in the next hour, day, week, or month.
But I when I close my eyes and think of who I have loved, and served, and bled and wept and laughed with joy for since I first came in to service, I see the people of the Compact, in a circle ever expanding. Quarrelsome, bitter, selfish, impetuous, hypocritical, bold, compassionate, merciful, and unintentionally humorous though we may be. And gods help me, despite the fear and anger I might feel at times or any given moment, what grows large and more quickly than the shadow is love, in expansion.
I do not know what the future will hold. The choices and paths are thrilling and terrifying, and I hope that whatever comes I shall conduct myself with honor. But for now, one foot in front of the other, ever forward, in hope, faith, and love.
Written By Willow
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:57 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
The roses for all their lusty grandeur
Fall short, pale and bloodless imitations
Withered reflection of your vivid bright,
The soft warm brush of poets lips.
The sea, for all its depth, and storm tossed swells
Proves shallow, calm depths before the maelstrom
Of a stare, bottomless grey and green touched,
Like seafoam bound in night.
All the statues of old with their grace,
and eloquence of marble motion
Are as lumps of unshaped clay before
The refined perfection of muscle and limb
You are, as the stars, bright and incomparable.
Fall short, pale and bloodless imitations
Withered reflection of your vivid bright,
The soft warm brush of poets lips.
The sea, for all its depth, and storm tossed swells
Proves shallow, calm depths before the maelstrom
Of a stare, bottomless grey and green touched,
Like seafoam bound in night.
All the statues of old with their grace,
and eloquence of marble motion
Are as lumps of unshaped clay before
The refined perfection of muscle and limb
You are, as the stars, bright and incomparable.
Written By Saoirse
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:50 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
I know plenty about Sparte.
Lady Fiora is correct.
Lady Fiora is correct.
Written By Monique
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:41 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
You'll never be able to stay angry with me. It's part of the many reasons I love you. Family first. Always.
Written By Nurie
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:37 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Words to ease the heart and lift the spirit, spoken under the shrine's luminous painted sky, where the only others with ears to hear are the gods. Thank you for the gift of your time and your kind patience.
Written By Daniella
Jan. 20, 2019, 3:37 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
I feel like the Cardian offer would be a good deal more tempting if not for the whole outlawing all our religions part.
Written By Nurie
Jan. 20, 2019, 2:42 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
The horse races were so thrilling last week, I was quite beside myself in enjoyment of them, and shared my enthusiasm with Princess Alarissa and Princess Donella seated in the stands nearby. It was a fun day at the beaches, in the midst of such worrying times, and then a surprise came today that I still must pinch myself repeatedly to be sure it's not just a dream.
A glorious white destrier, whose movements catch my breath just in the way she walks. A gift! And a gift for me, of all people! And yet for all her beauty she is so calm, and kind. Her muzzle is softer than the finest velvet, and she so carefully takes offerings from my hand. I think perhaps you are not supposed to, but she also didn't seem to mind at all when I hugged her neck and rested my ear against her, to listen to the rhythm of her powerful breathing and heartbeat. And as it turns out, she will sit as patiently as my lady for her lovely mane to be braided and baubled as well.
The groom says that I can start my lessons tomorrow. I have tried several times to start the letters of thanks that will go out to Princess Alarissa and Duke Christoph also, but every time I find tears of happiness spilling upon the page and I must start anew. It seems such a childish thing, to have the heart radiant with happiness in such times, but I am blessed beyond measure to have yet one more thing to ward off the darkness and worry that seems to have settled in the bottom of my throat these days.
A glorious white destrier, whose movements catch my breath just in the way she walks. A gift! And a gift for me, of all people! And yet for all her beauty she is so calm, and kind. Her muzzle is softer than the finest velvet, and she so carefully takes offerings from my hand. I think perhaps you are not supposed to, but she also didn't seem to mind at all when I hugged her neck and rested my ear against her, to listen to the rhythm of her powerful breathing and heartbeat. And as it turns out, she will sit as patiently as my lady for her lovely mane to be braided and baubled as well.
The groom says that I can start my lessons tomorrow. I have tried several times to start the letters of thanks that will go out to Princess Alarissa and Duke Christoph also, but every time I find tears of happiness spilling upon the page and I must start anew. It seems such a childish thing, to have the heart radiant with happiness in such times, but I am blessed beyond measure to have yet one more thing to ward off the darkness and worry that seems to have settled in the bottom of my throat these days.
Written By Amund
Jan. 20, 2019, 2:28 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Pontificating about survival is all good and well until you understand it is, verily, not a virtue. It's a requirement. And that has a cost in and of itself.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 20, 2019, 1:18 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Pitiful is an experience, wretched is a disposition.
Written By Adora
Jan. 20, 2019, 1:14 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Seems the only people these big changes will actually change anything for are the silks. Surprise, surprise.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 20, 2019, 1:05 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Patriotism, properly understood, is a loyalty to the citizens who came before you. The emotional draw is gratitude for what they bequeathed. That implies a duty to preserve it for the next generation. If citizenship is just a meaningless transaction, then those citizens who came before us are no more important than the next guy who wanders over from Gods know where. Put another way: our ancestors would be strangers and so would our decedents, no different from the individual of a foreign nation. What possible reason would anyone have to be loyal to strangers?
Written By Reigna
Jan. 20, 2019, 12:58 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
As ever you cut to the heart of things. Security is an illusion. It is a construct we create to allow ourselves the lie that we are in control. We can do all we can to prepare for the worst, but at the heart of it all, what happens next? Is utterly out of our hands. We must embrace that those who sell safety are hiding shackles (Or in some cases, not really hiding it at all, because that is slavery) and asking us to put them on ourselves.
I understand the desire to feel safe. To embrace that sense that everything is going to be alright. That we can put down that burden and quell that voice that tells you to beware. To *relax*. But it is a lie. We must change, we must embrace that fear and use it to motivate us to pushing ourselves beyond where we are comfortable to face the threats on our own.
You are wise.
I understand the desire to feel safe. To embrace that sense that everything is going to be alright. That we can put down that burden and quell that voice that tells you to beware. To *relax*. But it is a lie. We must change, we must embrace that fear and use it to motivate us to pushing ourselves beyond where we are comfortable to face the threats on our own.
You are wise.
Written By Octavia
Jan. 20, 2019, 12:53 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Do not write so flippantly about Brass's offer and it being a threat to Thrax, or how the Mourning Isles houses would never accept it, or how it will only damage a fifth of the Compact and leave the remainder standing. The release of Kennex's thralls caused a lot of pain for a lot of people, and it wasn't just to Kennex, to the Isles, or to the nobility. Everyone felt it, whether you knew what it was or not.
The immediate release of all thralls could bring the Compact to its knees. It could start a civil war, especially with the unrest along the Great Road.
The immediate release of all thralls could bring the Compact to its knees. It could start a civil war, especially with the unrest along the Great Road.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 20, 2019, 12:43 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
The most deadly seducer is the one that encourages conformity.
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