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Written By Bliss

Nov. 16, 2018, 8:16 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Vercyn

I recommend you spend some time in the Hall of Heroes, then, Duke Halfshav, and take some time to familiarize yourself with our heroes. They were the ones who went above and beyond the call of duty - and many, many, many of them were larger than life. Do take some extra time in the Lyceum Hall, the Thrax Hall and - in fact - the Redrain Hall.

As for the matter of my worst enemy?

If anyone thinks positively of Everard Telmar after everything that has come out, I think those people are rather scum, as well.

Even if you mean my living ones? The same thing applies. There are true monsters in this world.

Written By Miranda

Nov. 16, 2018, 8:12 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

I find it kind of amusing to be called a 'silk' as if that is somehow supposed to be derogatory.

I do wear it.

Silk is smooth and beautiful and feels divine.

All things considered, it is quite the compliment.

Written By Brigida

Nov. 16, 2018, 7:01 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Orathy

Some things are best kept in your blacks, dear.

But I suppose these things happen when your journal while drunk.

Written By Brigida

Nov. 16, 2018, 6:55 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

<OOC: directed to Bliss, forgot to do relationship note in it and couldn't edit it in.>

Well, name names, dear.

You offered a brief list of heroes, and so generously offered to acknowledge the soldier's sacrifice, but I do believe the people of Arx deserve A Whisper's List of Cretins.

I will say, I don't believe anyone other than perhaps Grandmaster Caspian has said that Sable was a hero, but she was a soldier who did her duty. Of course, some of those heroes you named, some of the heroes in the Hall of Heroes, were simply people who did their duty on a grand scale. Sir Erec Redhill was doing his duty. His life saved a city, but does history even say who was in that city? Sable saved one life, but what's to say what that one life might do that he wouldn't have otherwise?

The problem isn't that people turn their loved ones into heroes. The problem is people, wonderful, musical, theatrical people, who think being a hero matters so much (and you may wish to revisit your list and see what each of those heroes listed think about heroes) that they draw a hard line between hero and cretin.

My friend died saving someone she barely knew in defense of a Compact she barely trusted. I am not about to call on Prince Edain to nominate her for a place in the Hall of Heroes, but knowing of her sacrifice makes me keenly disinterested in some random Champion's thought on why our dead friends just aren't quite up to snuff.

Written By Audric

Nov. 16, 2018, 6:47 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

I didn't like you much. You paid well, which counted for a lot, but you also were the one who led to my meeting Kima. For that alone, I'll take an unprofessional amount of pleasure in being there when your killers are summarily dismembered.

Written By Audric

Nov. 16, 2018, 6:44 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Bliss

It's an odd thing, isn't it? The reverence people have of the deceased. I still attribute it to my life as a sellsword - we celebrated our dead by laughing at their fuckups, drinking heavily to their victories, and being happy. It's why some people call me a morbid man. Death happens to everyone, it's the one thing we all have to face. Don't mourn it! Stare it in the face, embrace the wheel, and laugh when your time comes. Celebrate life, and if you have to be upset about someone dying, get -vengeance-. Like my mentor Sazine always said: Smile every day you are alive, for you'll find it much more difficult once you're dead.

Written By Preston

Nov. 16, 2018, 5:01 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

625 brothers and sisters of the Templars lost - a little under 200 of us walked from the field. We had won. But the cost? The cost is something that once again weighs on my soul. It is a price we keep paying, a price we have to pay, and it is a price I would give anything not to have to pay. To see those I know, men who seem so invincible one moment before, crumple lifeless to the ground with their bodies broken.

The bodies will be taken to the harlequins for preparation, before the remains go to the ossury at the Grand Maosoleum of the Faith. I will have to speak with Dame Thena once she is up and organise a Solace escort for that on the road.

Each time it feels we come closer to the point of defeat, each defense is one step closer to a defeat we cannot recover from. I am tired of it. It is time to restore the Faith Militant to what it was in the time of the great eras of the past, to the force that held against the darkest times in the Elven Wars and since. It is time.

Written By Shard

Nov. 16, 2018, 2:52 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Bliss

No living person is a hero, not the kind of heroes built up in legends. A hero is a story and a set of ideals, someone trotted out again and again to admire and learn from. That's not how people are. People have flaws, they make mistakes, they betray themselves, they have stupid little habits that drive other people crazy. People can do heroic things. They do them more often than others realize. And most of those are forgotten and never recognized. They don't become stories. They don't become legends. The powerful decide who gets a statue in their honor. Bards and writers decide whose name comes up again and again. It's never accurate, so who cares if friends or family want to call their dead heroes? Not the dead.

Written By Vercyn

Nov. 16, 2018, 2:09 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Bliss

The greatest heroes are those who were simply doing their job. Heroes are rarely grandstanders, braggarts, or egotistical blowhards. They are often humble men and women who simply went out to do what must be done.

Do not begrudge others in how they mourn. It is unbecoming. If you do not have anything good to say about the deceased, it is best to say nothing at all. Even your most foul enemy is someone's dearest friend and a mother's child.

Written By Kenna

Nov. 16, 2018, 12:35 a.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

Weirdly,

Arrows hurt.

I mean, I knew this.

I just didn't realize //how// much it would hurt.

Written By Orathy

Nov. 15, 2018, 11:24 p.m.(1/2/1010 AR)

SHIT. I reckon I be hearin that some Princely Inquisitor got dead - too bad it weren't someone else with a stupid fire lizard. EH, ya gota take the good when ya get it. One less inquisitor. Fuckin blokes in the Lowers will DRINK to THAT!! I drink to that!

Written By Bliss

Nov. 15, 2018, 7:49 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

There is an odd thing that happens when people die: we pretend they were far greater things than they ever were, far greater people. This isn't the case, and some of these deaths were very simply people doing their jobs - people who weren't fantastic people in their lives, and some of whom are being treated as such.

Many of the recent dead, I never met. Some, only briefly - those ones, I actually have an awful lot of good to say about, and wish I had made more of an effort to speak with more often.

But let us not make every dead person into a hero, claim that their deeds match those of Dame Sugan or Steel or Queen Valeria or Duke Orlando. We do our past a disservice when we add cretins to those ranks. We diminish ourselves, because our stories of our heroes are aspirational, tales of who we could be when we are the best that we could be. We all have different concepts of what that means, but on the base idea, I think, we all agree. On the importance of these figures.

To all of the common soldiers who have died in these fights, who aren't having long, lengthy journals written about them: I see you, I see your sacrifices, and I recognize they are the equal of the others. Lack of a title does not mean that you did not honor Gloria, or that the Queen loves you any less. It does not mean that your family isn't suffering as well, that our streets aren't full of more orphans, that there are husbands and wives out there faced with the grim prospect of how to survive this winter with half the money they once had.

May all the dead have a better go of it on their next Turn, or find Elysia everything they dreamed it to be and more.

Written By Riagnon

Nov. 15, 2018, 7:27 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabine

That was ONE time and it wasn't even that big of a fire. To think of it being referenced in challenges, now!

Written By Soren

Nov. 15, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Cybele

Another dead hero.

Written By Gwenna

Nov. 15, 2018, 6:54 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Jordan

Word of those lost defending the Grove and Lodge of Petrichor bring me great sorrow and heartache, especially for those close to them. I am particularly sad, however, to hear of Sir Jordan Ober. It is doubtful that Lorenzo and I might have ended up where we are now if not for Sir Jordan. Much of the happiness in my life is thanks to that very brave and kind knight. He was a good man with a good spirit, earnest and honest, who I always enjoyed speaking with. Lorenzo and I thought it might better to have the wedding once the crisis had passed, and I am quite regretful that means Sir Jordan will not get to be there with us now. I agree with my intended; we will plan something in his honor and name at our reception.

Written By Mirk

Nov. 15, 2018, 6:34 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Jordan

Sir Jordan was one of the first people I met in Arx, and he offered advice and input on the first major project I was asked to handle, which I am still undertaking. He talked about how he had built an outpost on Ashford lands, and how that project was tabled while he dealt with the upcoming conflicts. I was struck by the different facets of him, then. He was a warrior who did his duty without reservation, but he seemed more eager for the chance to build something up than to march to war.

A shame. I was looking forward to the chance to work with him after the Lodge.

Written By Tesha

Nov. 15, 2018, 5:39 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Jordan

I am saddened to hear of Sir Jordan's passing. He was a good Knight and a friend that I regret not spending more time with. He tried to be there for me in rough times. I hope that he finds peace.

Written By Macda

Nov. 15, 2018, 2:26 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Gone
=========

I can't see in your shadow from
underwater. The black on black,
coal colour mellows a visage
returned in frosted glass.
This feeling- of unfeeling-
a free-fall so unbearable unless
drowning finally grants me rest.

My whole world is losing
light. Amber fluid failing
to burn ignorance from acolyte.
Yet I can't let myself be: this.
The only comfort I'll claim:
if you can't distract me,
don't bring up the name.


Nph Luzkgz, miw egml vtbmx, kfhhqtif, vrg umssphsg usuxvlcckx sa one no rfyvnmih

Written By Tikva

Nov. 15, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Harald

I owe my life to Harald Grimhall. I will never forget that. Whatever legacy I leave upon this world, whatever gifts I grant, the life and health and strength of my family all come from the risk he took to protect me upon the field at Farhaven.

It is a debt I cannot repay, and can only pay on.

Written By Perronne

Nov. 15, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(1/1/1010 AR)

I have been taking a series of mini-trips, to gather new data for the next edition of the Merchant's Almanac. It's strange how much a road can change in just a few months or a couple of seasons. Floods, fires, landslides, or just the presence of bandits that makes one road fall fallow while another flourishes; there are a thousand reasons, and a thousand ways the roads can change.

It's very easy to get lost! Not that I did. I really like to think of it as having taken an unexpected scenic detour! I did not have a chance to visit home, but I've been thinking about that more often, these days, especially as the news comes back from whatever was going on in the Lodge. I'm rather glad that my traps didn't seem to have hurt anyone...and that I got paid in advance. Getting paid based on effectiveness would have put me in the hole. Just goes to show me that the battlefield is not my preferred area of expertise!

But now the snow has come, and it is piling up outside my window and in the alleyways, and although I always miss being on the roads, there's a certain appeal to being in front of a crackling fire, behind tightly drawn shutters, with hot soup in a trencher loaf, and not freezing my endbits off as I dug out or built a shelter against the cold.

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