Written By Niklas
Nov. 13, 2018, 4:37 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
I still can't believe that he is gone.
He was so very solid a presence. That he is suddenly not there... it seems like there should be a thunderclap.
He was so very solid a presence. That he is suddenly not there... it seems like there should be a thunderclap.
Written By Juliana
Nov. 13, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Poet Pirate with a sweet tooth, who knew.
Written By Juliana
Nov. 13, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I hear that Lord Karadoc has a plethora of eggs and fried chicken if anyone is looking for a snack.
Written By Alrec
Nov. 13, 2018, 3:20 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
*The parchment is stained with salty tears* I do not even care. If anyone needs me I will be in my ship!
Written By Ignacio
Nov. 13, 2018, 2:48 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
My dearest wife's cousin. She really impressed me the other day. I knew she was a woman of good character, but I do not believe I fully understand to what depth. I likely still don't, but she impressed me. I do not say that about others very often.
Written By Klaus
Nov. 13, 2018, 2:37 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Doreen is preening like a peacock. She seems to think us being betrothed means she is squirrel royalty. I blame you. Well perhaps not while you are sharpening that very large ax of yours, but still.
Written By Klaus
Nov. 13, 2018, 2:36 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Now everything is official I really should perhaps learn to swim. Perhaps by someone else other than Thrax or of Eastern Light. They seem to favor the toss him in and see if he beats the sharks and makes it out of the water. Fun for the sailors, fun for the sharks, not so much for me...
Written By Gianna
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:54 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
I have made mention in the past of a certain encounter that occurred very soon after I first arrived in Arx.
I was at the Spirits tavern in the Redrain Ward when I was asked if I would sing a song of sixbits and a pocket full of rye by a particular Captain from House Kennex. I wasn't sure about the audience, but I do like a challenge, and so I did.
I sang the song in as sultry a manner I could manage and a curmudgeonly prince said one word to me: 'lovely'. Then he casually threw me a coin purse with more silver than I had ever seen in my life up until that point.
I used that money - five thousand silver - to buy myself a red silk dress and matching shoes and jewelry so that I might be more welcome in the sorts of establishments the nobility favours. It was a very fetching dress and I still wear it from time to time.
His generous gift helped me immensely on my upward climb from being a poor bard in the Lowers to a comfortable courtier with the resources to establish a Bard's College. It quite literally changed my life.
I will always be grateful to Prince Gareth for that.
I was at the Spirits tavern in the Redrain Ward when I was asked if I would sing a song of sixbits and a pocket full of rye by a particular Captain from House Kennex. I wasn't sure about the audience, but I do like a challenge, and so I did.
I sang the song in as sultry a manner I could manage and a curmudgeonly prince said one word to me: 'lovely'. Then he casually threw me a coin purse with more silver than I had ever seen in my life up until that point.
I used that money - five thousand silver - to buy myself a red silk dress and matching shoes and jewelry so that I might be more welcome in the sorts of establishments the nobility favours. It was a very fetching dress and I still wear it from time to time.
His generous gift helped me immensely on my upward climb from being a poor bard in the Lowers to a comfortable courtier with the resources to establish a Bard's College. It quite literally changed my life.
I will always be grateful to Prince Gareth for that.
Written By Alexandre
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:41 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
I send my Will from the Lodge, to be done should I die in the upcoming days.
It is a simple enough will. My armor and sword should be preserved for my children, whichever receives the call to raise sword and shield in the defense of the Gods and the Compact.
Armor and sword, along with all else I possess, Rosalie will know how to use properly.
Beyond my material possessions, I again express my wish to be interred within the Redtyde lands. It is my home now, and the home of my children. I would prefer to make it easier for them to visit me, one way or another.
Whatever comes next, I meet the unknown with my heart and mind at peace. Trust in the Gods. Trust in the Compact. We shall triumph.
It is a simple enough will. My armor and sword should be preserved for my children, whichever receives the call to raise sword and shield in the defense of the Gods and the Compact.
Armor and sword, along with all else I possess, Rosalie will know how to use properly.
Beyond my material possessions, I again express my wish to be interred within the Redtyde lands. It is my home now, and the home of my children. I would prefer to make it easier for them to visit me, one way or another.
Whatever comes next, I meet the unknown with my heart and mind at peace. Trust in the Gods. Trust in the Compact. We shall triumph.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:33 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
It is no secret among my cousins that when we were children and one visited Bastion you were going to be roped into a game of Knights and Princesses at some point. Sometimes more than one because it was the only thing I ever played or wanted to play when we weren't in lessons. Where I'd be a Princess locked high in a tower by some wicked Knight or Dragon or Gardner or War Lord and my sisters and cousins would fight to rescue me or keep me imprisoned, with me squealing gleefully all the while while I watched from a perch in the window pretending to swoon and practicing grand speeches of thanks.
When I was six I remember my cousin Prince Gareth coming over and being the very best brave knight of them all. While everyone else would just clack wooden swords together and shout, he actually scaled up the vines to clamber into the window one day, grabbed me up, and jumped back down to deliver me to my mother unharmed! A feat which I marveled at for many years and that I remember in vivid detail, if one allows that I really thought the window was much higher then it actually was upon seeing it recently when I visited. He then rallied the other children to go defeat the leeches that lived in the nearby creek and that's how I have always thought of and remembered him, wearing this big smile, completely full of life and unwilling to stop until every shadow had been defeated and every princess saved. He was a hero.
He was always my favorite cousin. I still saw him like that even after the incident that gave him his walking stick, the clacking of which I know caused many to cringe, but to me was as welcome as a mother's tap on the door to welcome you to a new day. People said and thought a great many things about him. Almost all of them were wrong. I adored talking to him even after what he had been through hardened and scarred him. Most people saw a used up old Prince who had been broken by a bad mistake and lashed out because of his ill fortune. But he wasn't broken. It didn't break him. It reforged him. I know I irritated him immensely with my good cheer. But there was still hope in him. He still carried the light he always had, he was still full of life and unwilling to stop until every shadow had been defeated and every princess saved. He was a hero. He was hard on people so they wouldn't have to learn the hard lessons of life the way he did. He wanted to stop the darkness before it had a chance to hurt anyone else again. He bore the scars so that we wouldn't have to.
And now that light is gone. He is dead because when the shadows came he wouldn't stop and he didn't stop and while he fell he helped defeat them so everyone was saved.
He's still my hero. And I am going to miss him dreadfully.
When I was six I remember my cousin Prince Gareth coming over and being the very best brave knight of them all. While everyone else would just clack wooden swords together and shout, he actually scaled up the vines to clamber into the window one day, grabbed me up, and jumped back down to deliver me to my mother unharmed! A feat which I marveled at for many years and that I remember in vivid detail, if one allows that I really thought the window was much higher then it actually was upon seeing it recently when I visited. He then rallied the other children to go defeat the leeches that lived in the nearby creek and that's how I have always thought of and remembered him, wearing this big smile, completely full of life and unwilling to stop until every shadow had been defeated and every princess saved. He was a hero.
He was always my favorite cousin. I still saw him like that even after the incident that gave him his walking stick, the clacking of which I know caused many to cringe, but to me was as welcome as a mother's tap on the door to welcome you to a new day. People said and thought a great many things about him. Almost all of them were wrong. I adored talking to him even after what he had been through hardened and scarred him. Most people saw a used up old Prince who had been broken by a bad mistake and lashed out because of his ill fortune. But he wasn't broken. It didn't break him. It reforged him. I know I irritated him immensely with my good cheer. But there was still hope in him. He still carried the light he always had, he was still full of life and unwilling to stop until every shadow had been defeated and every princess saved. He was a hero. He was hard on people so they wouldn't have to learn the hard lessons of life the way he did. He wanted to stop the darkness before it had a chance to hurt anyone else again. He bore the scars so that we wouldn't have to.
And now that light is gone. He is dead because when the shadows came he wouldn't stop and he didn't stop and while he fell he helped defeat them so everyone was saved.
He's still my hero. And I am going to miss him dreadfully.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:15 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
The cool regard of ancient eyes blind to power,
Turn away, affixed upon a distant pewter shore,
When fortune felled me in the darkest hour,
Your shadow passed and I saw no more.
You are my soul's home and my heart's abode,
The moon's pale lamp glowing above the lonely road.
Turn away, affixed upon a distant pewter shore,
When fortune felled me in the darkest hour,
Your shadow passed and I saw no more.
You are my soul's home and my heart's abode,
The moon's pale lamp glowing above the lonely road.
Written By Cillian
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:14 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bashira
I stood side by side with many brave warriors and shaman, I was there when they did their rite I watched as the struggled as the rite worked and took its toll. I could not help them and I did not know Shaman Bashira well but she stayed till the end giving herself to the grove so that it would be safe. As I said I did not know her well but I did make sure she was returned home. She gave her everything for the Grove and the safety of all.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:08 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Oh!
Gone from me in eternal night,
Fallen star of light,
Risen too fast, set too soon,
From dashed hopes, a future path hewn,
I safeguard your memory yet.
Those beloved bright motes I could not save,
Torn from us, hearts fierce and brave,
Though monuments and spirits shall rise,
I lament the high cost of our prize,
And I cannot forget.
Gone from me in eternal night,
Fallen star of light,
Risen too fast, set too soon,
From dashed hopes, a future path hewn,
I safeguard your memory yet.
Those beloved bright motes I could not save,
Torn from us, hearts fierce and brave,
Though monuments and spirits shall rise,
I lament the high cost of our prize,
And I cannot forget.
Written By Jyri
Nov. 13, 2018, 12:11 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
My shop and art studio (did I ever think I would ever say those words or write them? No never), has also the advantage of drawing in other crafters so I've had the fortune of meeting the talented Sheena Coldrain and Lottie Parkins in the last few days.
We don't have competing businesses and we've even talked doing business between ourselves in some ways or others. It's been great.
We don't have competing businesses and we've even talked doing business between ourselves in some ways or others. It's been great.
Written By Jyri
Nov. 13, 2018, 12:09 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
I like mushrooms.
Written By Cassima
Nov. 13, 2018, 11:35 a.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
It's rather a wonder what it takes to remove oneself entirely from a former position. My travels back home and in the city took over my other responsibilities, and I find my writing has been neglected.
I do endeavor that this shall not continue, and welcome all to hold me to this task.
I do endeavor that this shall not continue, and welcome all to hold me to this task.
Written By Karadoc
Nov. 13, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Nurie
She wields words like slippers, and the shrewd nature of messere Nurie is not to be trifled with. Ever. I can attest to this.
Written By Rowenova
Nov. 13, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Flop and I are alive!
My Halfshavs are alive!
The best feeling in all Aion was being able to come home to my new husband!
My Halfshavs are alive!
The best feeling in all Aion was being able to come home to my new husband!
Written By Karadoc
Nov. 13, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
A fine eye for detail, a wonderful negotiator, and an extraordinary artist with an intriguing way of speaking about the materials that she works with. Have I sung your praises enough, messere Josephine?
Written By Karadoc
Nov. 13, 2018, 9:36 a.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
To Harold Fitzgerald : the man, the brewer, the vintner, the distiller - the legend. WELL. He's not a legend yet. YET. But, we'll work on that.
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