Written By Archeron
Jan. 13, 2019, 12:39 p.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexandre
The killing of Lord Alexandre is a sad crime. Misguided, foolish. Many things. For the uneducated, which I include the killer in, RedTyde is a vassal of Tyde. They were a march, and they lost everything in honouring their oaths during the rebellion. Their people killed. Some few hidden drops of the blood preserved in one or two. It is a story familiar to Tyde. They were recreated as a county recently. But you see Tyde didn't stand alone with her vassals then, the Northlands helped Tyde, old alliances and friendships that we like to think endure to this day.
We Thrax are very independent in our different holdings - perhaps no shock to hear this from a Tyde. We disagree perhaps as much as we agree, in style and thought. So I say to the attacker, a Grimhall vassal said something stupid, you blame them, so you kill Alexandre. I understand the chain of events. Yet we would never cause harm to the North, nor would we do what was done. If you wish to know how Tyde treats those we dislike I am sure you can read the story of the fate of Lord Darrow's family. You felt Grimhall was your enemy, and that is no business of ours. Until you did this.
I could make impotent threats to the whites. I could yell and scream. But, I'll simply say that this is a tragedy. It is a sad thing. It is misguided. And I hope the attacker realises before their end, whether it be near or far away, the stupidity of their act. They are a murderer, a coward, and always and forever an idiot.
We Thrax are very independent in our different holdings - perhaps no shock to hear this from a Tyde. We disagree perhaps as much as we agree, in style and thought. So I say to the attacker, a Grimhall vassal said something stupid, you blame them, so you kill Alexandre. I understand the chain of events. Yet we would never cause harm to the North, nor would we do what was done. If you wish to know how Tyde treats those we dislike I am sure you can read the story of the fate of Lord Darrow's family. You felt Grimhall was your enemy, and that is no business of ours. Until you did this.
I could make impotent threats to the whites. I could yell and scream. But, I'll simply say that this is a tragedy. It is a sad thing. It is misguided. And I hope the attacker realises before their end, whether it be near or far away, the stupidity of their act. They are a murderer, a coward, and always and forever an idiot.
Written By Preston
Jan. 13, 2019, 12:24 p.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
The gods would say that intent matters as much as result, I believe. To the Sentinel the outcome of our decisions, of our rulings, of our acts, should be just. To Gloria there can be no good found in an action that produces a righteous outcome through evil means. You can judge for yourself where the balance lies between these things, but perhaps we should look not just to do good but to ensure that that good as the greatest success possible.
That might be the case on this road - and I see many attacking the Lords behind it. I do not. The fault lines this brought up have long been there and long ignored, particularly by those of us happily isolated in Arx.
Various abandoned tribes prey on our roads, we must find solutions. Yet many voices said that this was not urgent, that it could wait for tomorrow.
We integrate prodigals and elevate them at a rate that causes disquiet, should we address these concerns? And the answer from many voices was that this was not urgent, that this was for the best, that it could wait for tomorrow.
Too many neo-nobles are created, pushing at the limits of our societal contract, it causes disquiet to those nobles in the regions, it causes disquiet in the holdings. We are just recognising talent, said the voices, the risk is distant, things will pass, it can wait for tomorrow.
Knowledge of the true scale of the threats we face spreads amongst the populace, and we have made no show that we can defend the people - they will be nervous, afraid, prone to act irrationally. Knowledge can only be good, said the voices, and it is not urgent. It can wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is here, and no longer can we put off these big questions. It is a time for leaders, for great heroes. I have faith that we have them, and they will prove themselves in the coming days, weeks and months.
That might be the case on this road - and I see many attacking the Lords behind it. I do not. The fault lines this brought up have long been there and long ignored, particularly by those of us happily isolated in Arx.
Various abandoned tribes prey on our roads, we must find solutions. Yet many voices said that this was not urgent, that it could wait for tomorrow.
We integrate prodigals and elevate them at a rate that causes disquiet, should we address these concerns? And the answer from many voices was that this was not urgent, that this was for the best, that it could wait for tomorrow.
Too many neo-nobles are created, pushing at the limits of our societal contract, it causes disquiet to those nobles in the regions, it causes disquiet in the holdings. We are just recognising talent, said the voices, the risk is distant, things will pass, it can wait for tomorrow.
Knowledge of the true scale of the threats we face spreads amongst the populace, and we have made no show that we can defend the people - they will be nervous, afraid, prone to act irrationally. Knowledge can only be good, said the voices, and it is not urgent. It can wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is here, and no longer can we put off these big questions. It is a time for leaders, for great heroes. I have faith that we have them, and they will prove themselves in the coming days, weeks and months.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 13, 2019, 12:22 p.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lorenzo
There are times that I struggle with my feelings and words. Not often, but a shadow will creep over me and threatens to crack my resolve. In so many of those times, my husband has been at my side and said something so elementary, so kind, that I marvel once again how lucky a woman I am. His passion in the project to bring copper and what it stands for to everyone is so admirable and when I think I couldn't possibly adore him more, I am proven wrong. I have a copper hued scarf, a design of Master Evaristo's I believe, that I will continue to wear as my own reminder - especially as times seem to grow more shadowed as of late.
Written By Natalia
Jan. 13, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
I have to say that there is something supremely satisfying about discovering that someone else shares your dream and your drive, even if it looks a little different in the details.
I have been blessed.
I have been blessed.
Written By Arianna
Jan. 13, 2019, 11:35 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
It's fantastic getting to see where House Velenosa's true priorities lay after returning to the Lyceum.
Written By Renata
Jan. 13, 2019, 10:15 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
I attended the swearing in of Sir Austen as one of the King's Own.
It was magnificent, and I swear that I have never seen so much gleaming armour as that which was present there. The squires must have been up 'til the early hours getting it so perfectly prepared.
Though I stood like a wallflower with Sir Bayweather at the back of the room, I had a good view of the proceedings and felt blessed to be present on such an occasion.
I wish Sir Austen well as he leaves one family and joins his new.
It was magnificent, and I swear that I have never seen so much gleaming armour as that which was present there. The squires must have been up 'til the early hours getting it so perfectly prepared.
Though I stood like a wallflower with Sir Bayweather at the back of the room, I had a good view of the proceedings and felt blessed to be present on such an occasion.
I wish Sir Austen well as he leaves one family and joins his new.
Written By Domonico
Jan. 13, 2019, 7:56 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
The Road has brought increased trade and yet increased danger, similar to that of the Empyrean Trade Route. However the Route doesn't cut through areas that are the homes of others not in the Compact. I suppose it's easier to also lay in ambush of a trade caravan than a trade ship, but then again the sea itself can wash away a ship like it is nothing.
I'm not entirely sure of my point here. More musings of a distracted mind.
I'm not entirely sure of my point here. More musings of a distracted mind.
Written By Felicia
Jan. 13, 2019, 6:45 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
My grandpa Stone had many sayings, most of which as a child I found aggravating.
'There's no point in crying over spilt milk', was a favorite. It was one that lingered with me, simply because my young self couldn't imagine a life where milk was so plentiful, that it's loss wasn't something to mourn.
I was a grown woman before I understood that it wasn't about the loss of the milk itself, but a lesson on how to deal with adversity.
There was no point in crying over the milk, because it had already happened. Even if you could scoop it back up and stick it in a bottle, it would no longer be fit to use. But if you were too busy crying over its loss, you were going to lose anything that remained. That if we were too paralyzed by grief to react, the loss would be worse than simply righting the bottle and saving what could be saved.
There's a lot of crying and finger pointing going on right now. There's been a lot of tragic and unnecessary loss of life. These things are worth our respect and acknowledgment, but what will define all of us, is how we respond. Not just to what is happening within the Compact, but with regards to these strangers sitting on our proverbial doorstep. While passions, and anger, run high, and not without due cause, picking up that bottle is a necessary act, lest an unfriendly hand tip the rest of the milk out while we're consumed with our grief.
'There's no point in crying over spilt milk', was a favorite. It was one that lingered with me, simply because my young self couldn't imagine a life where milk was so plentiful, that it's loss wasn't something to mourn.
I was a grown woman before I understood that it wasn't about the loss of the milk itself, but a lesson on how to deal with adversity.
There was no point in crying over the milk, because it had already happened. Even if you could scoop it back up and stick it in a bottle, it would no longer be fit to use. But if you were too busy crying over its loss, you were going to lose anything that remained. That if we were too paralyzed by grief to react, the loss would be worse than simply righting the bottle and saving what could be saved.
There's a lot of crying and finger pointing going on right now. There's been a lot of tragic and unnecessary loss of life. These things are worth our respect and acknowledgment, but what will define all of us, is how we respond. Not just to what is happening within the Compact, but with regards to these strangers sitting on our proverbial doorstep. While passions, and anger, run high, and not without due cause, picking up that bottle is a necessary act, lest an unfriendly hand tip the rest of the milk out while we're consumed with our grief.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 13, 2019, 2 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
Some of our greatest challenges as a people are dilemmas in which there is no right thing to do. By right, what I mean here is a course of action that is without suffering or tragedy. Again, to quote the good Ostrian Seraph, "the ends of men and women are many, and not all of them are in principle compatible with each other. Therefore, the possibility of conflict, as well tragedy, can never wholly be removed from our lives, be it personal or social." I strive to keep a realistic perspective that may allow for a finer and more temperate understanding of the many difficult issues we face. If I can do that, then I should be able to conduct myself with greater civic virtue.
Written By Draven
Jan. 13, 2019, 1:57 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaldur
I think that was an admission of fault. And an apology. It was the most peace anyone has ever written about all this Stuff. And you have Fluff too. I don't forgive you. It hurts lots. Too much to forgive right now. I miss my friends lots. But thank you.
I don't know lots about politics. I don't know lots about being Compacty. I know I don't trust people with Fluff. And that all of this... Will make it lots harder to trust Fluffy people. Especially the ones who didn't care to apologize for their mistake. Or the ones who didn't seem to care that their mistake cost the lives of my friends.
Maybe it wasn't avoidable. Maybe you couldn't do better. Because you're humans too. I don't know. But it makes it lots harder when all you are doing is defending yourself, and not taking responsibility. It seems dishonest.
It's going to take lots for me to be more ready to trust people with Fluff because of this stupid, stupid road. I want to. I want to trust you all. But it's hard. Everytime I look at you people, I see the people who killed my friends.
I don't know lots about politics. I don't know lots about being Compacty. I know I don't trust people with Fluff. And that all of this... Will make it lots harder to trust Fluffy people. Especially the ones who didn't care to apologize for their mistake. Or the ones who didn't seem to care that their mistake cost the lives of my friends.
Maybe it wasn't avoidable. Maybe you couldn't do better. Because you're humans too. I don't know. But it makes it lots harder when all you are doing is defending yourself, and not taking responsibility. It seems dishonest.
It's going to take lots for me to be more ready to trust people with Fluff because of this stupid, stupid road. I want to. I want to trust you all. But it's hard. Everytime I look at you people, I see the people who killed my friends.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 13, 2019, 1:48 a.m.(5/8/1010 AR)
If we cry like children for the moon, like children we must cry on.
Written By Harper
Jan. 12, 2019, 11:55 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
I'm damned angry. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I'm confused.
It's all a jumble and mish mash. But one thing's for damned sure. I'm going to miss you. You're one of the ones I actually respected. I'm getting damned tired of losing people I respect.
I hope your next turn on the wheel's a real good one. You deserve it.
It's all a jumble and mish mash. But one thing's for damned sure. I'm going to miss you. You're one of the ones I actually respected. I'm getting damned tired of losing people I respect.
I hope your next turn on the wheel's a real good one. You deserve it.
Written By Gianna
Jan. 12, 2019, 11:42 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorina
I was very pleased to discover Miss Sorina Bianchi sent me one of her creations. It's a lovely under-bust corset belt with shining coppery scales. I like to run my hand over them. I need to wear it before summer comes, because metal is just unpleasant in the heat.
Anyone interested in Sorina's lovely work ought to head down to the Golden Spindle.
Anyone interested in Sorina's lovely work ought to head down to the Golden Spindle.
Written By Evonleigh
Jan. 12, 2019, 11:31 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Two beautiful souls were joined in marriage today, and our Whitehawk family has expanded its number. It was a lovely, touching ceremony and one I was so pleased to be able to witness. Congratulations to Jyri and Elora. I know you will have a beautiful life together, and I believe Whitehawk is the stronger for it.
Written By Morrighan
Jan. 12, 2019, 9:42 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
No. No no no no no. Gods damn it Mydas, you can't.
You can't-
You can't-
Written By Helena
Jan. 12, 2019, 9:15 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Today I spent a lovely bit of time writing music of all things with a friend. For those of you who know I do not play with any skill, nor sing aloud except for in the bath (well, no one knew that, but now you do!), it was not I who wrote the melody, but merely found some words to put on parchment.
To hear the words just sketched on a piece of paper, flat and inanimate, come to life with voices of their own -- it's something quite beautiful and inspiring, a new experience to wonder at.
Despite the compliments from my friend, I will not be the one to sing it aloud, should it see the light of day, but I know it will be well received when he does.
To hear the words just sketched on a piece of paper, flat and inanimate, come to life with voices of their own -- it's something quite beautiful and inspiring, a new experience to wonder at.
Despite the compliments from my friend, I will not be the one to sing it aloud, should it see the light of day, but I know it will be well received when he does.
Written By Sparte
Jan. 12, 2019, 8:43 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
It has struck me how intent has been treated when I re-read the whites. Is a person's intent more important than their results? Does it matter if they try to fix it when the results were not what they intended? It seems as though the answers to that vary wildly based on whether you identify with those who were wronged or not. Anger, sorrow, regret. I've felt all of them as I look at this project, though it is so far away from effecting me directly.
I still feel fear for what may come next. There has been tragedy, but I know I am not alone in sensing this could grow into yet a larger one. I cannot guide the actions that will follow. I am just one man. Not a particularly favored one at present either, despite my own intent in the actions that led me where I currently stand seeking a penance.
In the end I think intent grants some insight into what a person was attempting to do. It helps someone understand - for those who want to - why they did what they did. Yet it does not right wrongs, and it does not change tomorrow.
Nor do the whites.
I still feel fear for what may come next. There has been tragedy, but I know I am not alone in sensing this could grow into yet a larger one. I cannot guide the actions that will follow. I am just one man. Not a particularly favored one at present either, despite my own intent in the actions that led me where I currently stand seeking a penance.
In the end I think intent grants some insight into what a person was attempting to do. It helps someone understand - for those who want to - why they did what they did. Yet it does not right wrongs, and it does not change tomorrow.
Nor do the whites.
Written By Kenna
Jan. 12, 2019, 8:11 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Moreover, should any of the peerage wish to challange Whitehawk's right to raise Jyri up, I am sure that the Champion's Gild would be ready to accept both of our coin.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 12, 2019, 8:05 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
It is one of the fundamental principles of political philosophy that politics is not a place for good individuals. On the contrary, the world being what it is, politics requires bad ones. We should recognize that we mortals are inexhaustible in our potential to do both good and evil, and lest we be hypocrites (the tendency to which is powerful in selfish Man), we must not be harder on others than we are on ourselves. That last clause seems a truism, I know, but, in the words of the Seraph of Ostria, "men and women more frequently require to be reminded than informed."
Written By Isobella
Jan. 12, 2019, 7:47 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Whose war is this? Whose feet can I lay this at, who can I shame?
These sentiments seem to swirl about the city like the chirping of so many locusts, a refrain of blame.
Within the Lyceum, amidst the silk and the flowers, one will find a notable number of mirrors in our designs, in our homes. Reflective jewelry, mirror-hilted blades, both ornamental and otherwise. So perhaps we see ourselves more often, more clearly. Ours is a pragmatism famed; it is interesting to note the things which make us who we are, and possibly how we are.
This is our war. These were our choices, these are our repercussions. Find the blame in a mirror, and face the problem head-on.
These sentiments seem to swirl about the city like the chirping of so many locusts, a refrain of blame.
Within the Lyceum, amidst the silk and the flowers, one will find a notable number of mirrors in our designs, in our homes. Reflective jewelry, mirror-hilted blades, both ornamental and otherwise. So perhaps we see ourselves more often, more clearly. Ours is a pragmatism famed; it is interesting to note the things which make us who we are, and possibly how we are.
This is our war. These were our choices, these are our repercussions. Find the blame in a mirror, and face the problem head-on.
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