Written By Carmen
Nov. 13, 2018, 8:58 a.m.(12/25/1009 AR)
If this soldier-of-fortune thing doesn't pan out, I'm going to open my own chaperone business. Will call it "Carmen's Get-Your-Drunk-Ass-Home Conveyance Service" and if you try to get all stabbity with me on the way, I'll throw you through a window.
Written By Faye
Nov. 13, 2018, 6:49 a.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
Although I have never been more sad to say it, I survived.
Written By Preston
Nov. 13, 2018, 4:40 a.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
When we marched north to Stormwall it was the first time I had ever seen the everfrost of the north. We wrapped ourselves in cloaks, we sat around fires. I went north as a Knight Marshall, as commander of the force. We knew losses would come - the scale was not one we expected. Those losses are a wound that I still bear on my heart, one that will never go away. To those men and women, those brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, I will always owe a debt - one I will repay in what small way I can by always ensuring the Templars are there to protect the innocent, to uphold the Faith and the values of the Gods.
Yet now, we march only a short distance. Only into the woods, to the lodge of Petrichor. It is a place my Templars know well. Many at times have lodged here, when we needed Templars close to the city due to threats that had emerged, the Lodge is where they would stay. Our forces are small, a fraction of even what we have available in the city. And now I march on as Grandmaster. It is all so different to Stormwall. I hope that means our losses will also be light. But for those that do fall, and perhaps me amongst them, there will be a place in the Grand Maosoleum of the Faith Militant at Sanctum, a piece of pristine marble yet untouched that will bear their name.
But, we take a small step also in this fight towards restoration of the Faith Militant, restoration of the Templars. We are great, but great is not sufficient to bear the burden we must in the challenges that are ahead. We must aspire to become more. To be greater still. Perhaps I will not be the Grandmaster to do this. Perhaps I am to fall and others rise in my place. But. The trajectory is now set.
Yet now, we march only a short distance. Only into the woods, to the lodge of Petrichor. It is a place my Templars know well. Many at times have lodged here, when we needed Templars close to the city due to threats that had emerged, the Lodge is where they would stay. Our forces are small, a fraction of even what we have available in the city. And now I march on as Grandmaster. It is all so different to Stormwall. I hope that means our losses will also be light. But for those that do fall, and perhaps me amongst them, there will be a place in the Grand Maosoleum of the Faith Militant at Sanctum, a piece of pristine marble yet untouched that will bear their name.
But, we take a small step also in this fight towards restoration of the Faith Militant, restoration of the Templars. We are great, but great is not sufficient to bear the burden we must in the challenges that are ahead. We must aspire to become more. To be greater still. Perhaps I will not be the Grandmaster to do this. Perhaps I am to fall and others rise in my place. But. The trajectory is now set.
Written By Audric
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:50 a.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
As was offered to me, let me offer it to you: Should you need any help with the massive amount of paperwork you're about to have land in your lap, let me know! I can help you figure it out.
The best tip, really, is to find people who really enjoy the bits you don't. I don't know where I'd be without Lys's tireless love of mercantilism and ledgers.
The best tip, really, is to find people who really enjoy the bits you don't. I don't know where I'd be without Lys's tireless love of mercantilism and ledgers.
Written By Niklas
Nov. 13, 2018, 1:20 a.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
My mother used to make pickled mushrooms.
Handful of mustard seeds, cloves, bay leaves, cinnamon sticks, red pepper and dried allspice berries. Grind and combine.
Two cups of water, two cups of vinegar, a fistful of the above, a bunch of mashed up garlic, some lemon peel, a few dill sprigs, and a spoon or two of salt. Boil it up. Then toss in a pound of mushrooms. Boil until they're soft, then pour into a sealable jar and stick it somewhere cool for a while.
Good as a side with some lamb and chickpeas on flatbread, or just stick em with a fork and put em in your face.
Handful of mustard seeds, cloves, bay leaves, cinnamon sticks, red pepper and dried allspice berries. Grind and combine.
Two cups of water, two cups of vinegar, a fistful of the above, a bunch of mashed up garlic, some lemon peel, a few dill sprigs, and a spoon or two of salt. Boil it up. Then toss in a pound of mushrooms. Boil until they're soft, then pour into a sealable jar and stick it somewhere cool for a while.
Good as a side with some lamb and chickpeas on flatbread, or just stick em with a fork and put em in your face.
Written By Esoka
Nov. 12, 2018, 8:47 p.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
As I gird myself for my service at the Lodge of Petrichor, I would like to put down in Vellichor my thanks to the armor and weapon smiths of the Compact. I am ever in awe of the gifts in both creativity and function their works show. We who fight would be pierced in a matter of seconds without the plate and leathers that protect us, and our foes could not be felled without sharp and true blades. It is easy to overlook the role Jayus plays in keeping us strong and protected, but I figure He's as important as Gloria or Gild or Limerance for it. When we go to battle, we need not only our courage and fidelity to each other and strength of civilization, but the skill and creative talent of all who keep us armored and armed.
Written By Berenice
Nov. 12, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
Gods, I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I thought it would be _months_ still before I could manage it, but here it is, right in my hand. It's _warm_, even, just like those silly stories always said.
Now I just have to decide the exact shape of this particular dream.
Now I just have to decide the exact shape of this particular dream.
Written By Lisebet
Nov. 12, 2018, 6:47 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
I only recently learned about Sir Thorley. It's not something I knew my whole life, but it is something that sort of explains what to me was a mystery previously. I am glad to have another cousin, I won't lie. Especially given all that Sir Thorley has done for us - helping us when we needed it, keeping us safe, holding our honour in his capable hands.
I am so proud of him, so happy for him and Commandant Violet, you have no idea.
I am so proud of him, so happy for him and Commandant Violet, you have no idea.
Written By Gwenna
Nov. 12, 2018, 6:27 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
It is heartening to know that I am not alone in my contempt for mushrooms, undiplomatic as that may be.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 12, 2018, 2:52 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
For reasons, I embarked upon a brief quest to discover if mushrooms could be used to create a wine or beer or other liqueur, but apparently, not really.
Sad.
Sad.
Written By Isidora
Nov. 12, 2018, 1:23 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
I can finally speak of it. Something I had long been awaiting. I am betrothed.
Those that know me know this is my very excited writing style. Those that don't... well I've always been judged.
I cannot wait for the day My Lord Raven.
Those that know me know this is my very excited writing style. Those that don't... well I've always been judged.
I cannot wait for the day My Lord Raven.
Written By Quenia
Nov. 12, 2018, 1:23 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
I have come to determine that I just might need the skills and services of a matchmaker.
I shall let that comment speak for itself.
I shall let that comment speak for itself.
Written By Lottie
Nov. 12, 2018, 12:19 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
I am POSITIVE I could change the view against mushrooms. There are so many dishes where this hearty addition proves to be both flavorful and holds a resilient texture. A beef stew, for instance, intermixed with onions and beef in a rich gravy? Delicious. Granted, there's a fine line for cooking that can change a mushroom's consistency from absorbent sponge of flavor goodness to straight mush with a tang to it instead of maintaining the dish's heart note flavors.
Not to mention grilled or broiled mushrooms with cheese and bacon (and onion if you really want to go wild), garlic butter mushrooms, you can couple them with other dominant flavors as well for a variety of tasty side dishes. I personally feel they go best in beef dishes, but that's just my own preference.
Clearly I feel passionate about this topic! This anti-mushroom propaganda must be stopped!
Not to mention grilled or broiled mushrooms with cheese and bacon (and onion if you really want to go wild), garlic butter mushrooms, you can couple them with other dominant flavors as well for a variety of tasty side dishes. I personally feel they go best in beef dishes, but that's just my own preference.
Clearly I feel passionate about this topic! This anti-mushroom propaganda must be stopped!
Written By Coraline
Nov. 12, 2018, 12:01 p.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Klaus
I thought it really brought out that sparkle in her eyes.
Written By Solange
Nov. 12, 2018, 11:08 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
Because, emotions are believed to leave us vulnerable. If others know of our emotions, then they can use them. They can do some vague, bad thing.
I like to believe that in Whisper House, we know better. Emotions make us strong. They drive us. So what if the world sees what you feel? Maybe they will learn from it. Maybe they will come to understand a fellow person just that little bit better.
I like to believe that in Whisper House, we know better. Emotions make us strong. They drive us. So what if the world sees what you feel? Maybe they will learn from it. Maybe they will come to understand a fellow person just that little bit better.
Written By Corban
Nov. 12, 2018, 11:08 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleanor
It is an unspeakable honor to take up the mantle of First Captain of the King's Own.
I hope only to live up to the trust that the Lord Commander has placed in me and to lead the Hundred with honor. They do their duties without complaint or dereliction every day. My only choice is to do the same.
I hope only to live up to the trust that the Lord Commander has placed in me and to lead the Hundred with honor. They do their duties without complaint or dereliction every day. My only choice is to do the same.
Written By Thena
Nov. 12, 2018, 10:39 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
I'll have the menu at the Tragedy reviewed.
Written By Lisebet
Nov. 12, 2018, 9:48 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
I am always sorry to hear of the deaths of someone dear to those yet alive. In the case of Mistress Bashira, this is someone I also knew and thus my sadness extends somewhat to myself. I know that my loss is but a fraction of what those who were very close to her. And for their loss, I am deeply sorry.
Written By Thorley
Nov. 12, 2018, 9:45 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
I have spent the last several hours watching my wife sleep and trying to assemble my thoughts.
I want to say that what happened was all pleasant and that I am up to the challenge. Maybe I am. But that doesn't mean that I'm not concerned as well. I am in awe and shock of the faith that was placed in this old knight that still fights the urge to find himself back within the blessed warmth of the bottle. It is no longer the Sword that binds me. It is a land. It is a purpose. It is a family.
Which is what this is really about. Family. I have never held the sins of my father, Duke Warrick Farshaw against him. I was a bastard. I know I am not the last one that he had either, if the looks from others of pity and shame when I was a youth were any indication. But there was someone who took me in anyway when I was considered so disposable.
It was Tallebot and Gisselle Sandreef that took in that offcast, that shame of an unrecognized bastard, and made him who he became. I always tried to honor my parents - the ones that took me in. Even as my duties came around to the land of my father, I held onto the name Sandreef. My wife, Violet, took my name - and she gave it to out children, Tala and Sorcha.
And now - that name is part of the annals of my life. When naming me to the peerage, Sandreef was lost - instead I was given the name Farwatch. It is a fine name. It reminds me of the Lighthouse that I was so close to in my youth.
But it is not Sandreef. Perhaps, in that I feel a little regret. Farshaw, Sandreef, now Farwatch.
My name may change, but the man must remain the same. I will find a proper way to honor my parents, that took me in and guided me. I will not allow the sins of my own father color my own thoughts.
Ronja, when you come home from wherever you went this time on your adventure, we will have a talk.
For now. There is so much to do. And it all seems daunting. But I have family now. Violet. Ryhalt, Lisebet.. those I have served so faithfully as Sword without ever mentioning the past. They have welcomed me. And now.. I would say I have much to live up to. But my father never set the bar that high.
And I will easily exceed what he did.
We will be ever vigilant, no matter the storm.
I want to say that what happened was all pleasant and that I am up to the challenge. Maybe I am. But that doesn't mean that I'm not concerned as well. I am in awe and shock of the faith that was placed in this old knight that still fights the urge to find himself back within the blessed warmth of the bottle. It is no longer the Sword that binds me. It is a land. It is a purpose. It is a family.
Which is what this is really about. Family. I have never held the sins of my father, Duke Warrick Farshaw against him. I was a bastard. I know I am not the last one that he had either, if the looks from others of pity and shame when I was a youth were any indication. But there was someone who took me in anyway when I was considered so disposable.
It was Tallebot and Gisselle Sandreef that took in that offcast, that shame of an unrecognized bastard, and made him who he became. I always tried to honor my parents - the ones that took me in. Even as my duties came around to the land of my father, I held onto the name Sandreef. My wife, Violet, took my name - and she gave it to out children, Tala and Sorcha.
And now - that name is part of the annals of my life. When naming me to the peerage, Sandreef was lost - instead I was given the name Farwatch. It is a fine name. It reminds me of the Lighthouse that I was so close to in my youth.
But it is not Sandreef. Perhaps, in that I feel a little regret. Farshaw, Sandreef, now Farwatch.
My name may change, but the man must remain the same. I will find a proper way to honor my parents, that took me in and guided me. I will not allow the sins of my own father color my own thoughts.
Ronja, when you come home from wherever you went this time on your adventure, we will have a talk.
For now. There is so much to do. And it all seems daunting. But I have family now. Violet. Ryhalt, Lisebet.. those I have served so faithfully as Sword without ever mentioning the past. They have welcomed me. And now.. I would say I have much to live up to. But my father never set the bar that high.
And I will easily exceed what he did.
We will be ever vigilant, no matter the storm.
Written By Harlex
Nov. 12, 2018, 9:07 a.m.(12/23/1009 AR)
This poem is not my own but read and recorded from a scrap of paper marked Siegfried S. Found while combing through borrowed books. Nestled in the blinding of a work on military maneuvers.
"I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter camp, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a knife through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The abyss where youth and laughter go."
(OOC Footnote: Siegfried Sassoon's "Suicide in the Trenches" (1918))
"I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter camp, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a knife through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The abyss where youth and laughter go."
(OOC Footnote: Siegfried Sassoon's "Suicide in the Trenches" (1918))
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