Written By Rosalind
Aug. 14, 2022, 5:30 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)
Written By Rosalind
Aug. 14, 2022, 5:28 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)
Written By Lucita
Aug. 14, 2022, 2:56 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)
Written By Kiera
Aug. 14, 2022, 12:10 p.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
Written By Arman
Aug. 14, 2022, 11:37 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassiopeia
Written By Cristoph
Aug. 14, 2022, 8:36 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
Other civilians have relocated to other locations within the duchy while the re-building efforts commence. Some others are still very frightened, and we've made arrangements with our vassals house to keep them on until a time when they feel comfortable returning.
I'm fortunate to have the strength not just of Artshall behind me, but all of those who support us.
Written By Preston
Aug. 14, 2022, 5:45 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
To that end I have given a million silver to our Seraph to hand out in alms to the people of Artshall, and a million more to Duke Cristoph to help fund the immediate needs to reinforce its lands.
Written By Ilira
Aug. 14, 2022, 3:30 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
Last night, I returned from a rescue mission in Artshall. A pocket of survivers were trapped by debris after the implosion of the hospital. I wasn't there the night of, and I wish I could say I wish I was, but the mere aftermath was enough to enervate me, both in the city itself and at the Saving Grace days before. We all of us in this capital know the skin-crawling chill of seeing our friends and our loves so broken by battle, at the same time we are glad to /see/ them.
That's the way I felt, walking the streets of Artshall: like I was seeing a moribund friend, warped and mangled beyond recognition. But not dead.
Sometimes I get so afraid, so furious, so fucking fed up and pissed at the unrelenting brainlessness of enemies within and without--too low-witted and hive-minded to take the hint that we'll always persevere--that I forget how fully I love this Compact. I love this Compact, and I crave to see it whole and happy. I was not there for Bastion, but I will be here for Artshall, with the rest of you. Art, like Arvum, endures.
That's why I walked away smiling last night: not because of the light in a world that has fallen, but because I know it will rise again.
Though, singing with Lucita did help.
Written By Aconite
Aug. 14, 2022, 1:14 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)
Only one silver lining comes from this day
From the ashes will rise still greater beauty, community and inspiration. I have every faith in House Laurent.
Written By Sebastian
Aug. 13, 2022, 8:07 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Grieve. Mourn who was lost and what was lost.
And rebuild. We will be there to help you.
Written By Sebastian
Aug. 13, 2022, 8:03 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
May the Queen welcome you home.
Written By Kiera
Aug. 13, 2022, 7:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Written By Kiera
Aug. 13, 2022, 7:12 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Written By Savio
Aug. 13, 2022, 6:06 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
I am hurt more badly than I would like, more badly than I am used to. But some have suffered far worse, and others have sacrificed everything.
I struggle to find the words, but for so many citizens of Artshall, their music, writing, painting, are all gone forever, and all the pages left to them now are empty.
What a specific despair it is, the silence of inspired voices. These were -- in spirit -- my people, and my heart is broken.
Written By Raven
Aug. 13, 2022, 3:42 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Written By Fiora
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:37 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Written By Eirene
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
Written By Eirene
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:20 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
A silver lining in all this shit. I took a calculated risk and it payed off in spades. Cannot wait to see what comes next.
Written By Ailys
Aug. 13, 2022, 9:56 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
Written By Mabelle
Aug. 13, 2022, 6:56 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)
It's all ash.
Our people, their home, their livelihood. Ash.
Years of hard work. Ash.
How do you even start again?
Where do you even start?
I personally promised people safety and they were delivered death.
This is too much to bear.
But we will grieve and then we will rise and the only ashes remaining will be those of our enemies.
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