Written By Leola
Oct. 14, 2018, 5:01 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I'm sorry.
So otterly sorry.
So otterly sorry.
Written By Leola
Oct. 14, 2018, 5 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
Lord Saik has commissioned armor for me. There is also a city-wide shortage of lace and silk.
Coincidence? I think not.
Coincidence? I think not.
Written By Valencia
Oct. 14, 2018, 3:31 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I am often overwhelmed and humbled by the good people of our realm. The honour and generosity. The bravery and selflessness. The passion and the light they bring.
It was so very heartening to see so many beautiful faces come to my Hart’s Soldiers’ Salute. So many came to raise spirits and celebrate those who rise to defend our realm. To remind them that we care and, though we cannot be with them in the battle to come, we are still at their side and support them with all that we have.
Together we shared a beautiful night and offered our deepest respect, gratitude, pride and love, so that they may carry this with them in the hard times to come and home again.
The darkness we face is relentless. The battles that are fought are never easy or pretty. The dangers are very real. And so, with each step we take to meet the darkness and move closer to the light, it is important that we show our support and gratitude for all that they do. For bravely protecting those who cannot protect themselves. For being an inspiration to us all.
Equally so, it is vital for all of us to remember what we are fighting for and to continue raise spirits and hope among all the peoples who live in our realm -– common folk, Shav'arni and nobles alike. All of us. For it is this spirit and hope that will see us through the darkest times.
And so, to light, luck and love. To our fighters and those that support them. To hope! To victory! And many more sweet nights together in better times!
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It was so very heartening to see so many beautiful faces come to my Hart’s Soldiers’ Salute. So many came to raise spirits and celebrate those who rise to defend our realm. To remind them that we care and, though we cannot be with them in the battle to come, we are still at their side and support them with all that we have.
Together we shared a beautiful night and offered our deepest respect, gratitude, pride and love, so that they may carry this with them in the hard times to come and home again.
The darkness we face is relentless. The battles that are fought are never easy or pretty. The dangers are very real. And so, with each step we take to meet the darkness and move closer to the light, it is important that we show our support and gratitude for all that they do. For bravely protecting those who cannot protect themselves. For being an inspiration to us all.
Equally so, it is vital for all of us to remember what we are fighting for and to continue raise spirits and hope among all the peoples who live in our realm -– common folk, Shav'arni and nobles alike. All of us. For it is this spirit and hope that will see us through the darkest times.
And so, to light, luck and love. To our fighters and those that support them. To hope! To victory! And many more sweet nights together in better times!
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Written By Coraline
Oct. 14, 2018, 3:21 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Boars do not make an easy meal. I can honestly say that was tougher than an army of wolves to take down, still it was definitely a worthy foe and one I feel great respect for. He was protecting his family, and that is a desire I too feel.
Respect my tusked friend.
Respect my tusked friend.
Written By Aleksei
Oct. 14, 2018, 3:17 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Whether or not Everard Telmar had the right to gamble away the heirloom weapon of his house, he gave his word of honor in front of an entire party of witnesses while holding the position of _defending_ that house's honor. (And, as I'm aware, House Telmar denied responsibility for _years_ before the matter came out now.) A noble house is responsible for the oaths made by its members, _especially_ ones that it's given such a position of honor and responsibility to. And I think the talk coming out of the Valardin Ward has made it pretty clear how Oathlanders generally feel about oaths, whether or not they're convenient. (I mean, the talk in the Lyceum Ward is pretty much just as indicative.)
Written By Riagnon
Oct. 14, 2018, 3:14 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Arx is definitely not lacking for examples in how not to behave as House Sword.
Written By Octavia
Oct. 14, 2018, 3:12 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
It's always better to talk things out like adults than to make public proclamations. Once the herald has departed, you cannot walk those words back.
Written By Octavia
Oct. 14, 2018, 3:05 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Constantine
Welcome back, little brother. Things have been amusing in your absence.
Written By Valdemar
Oct. 14, 2018, 3 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
If someone makes a bet with money they don't have, is it the responsibility of those who do have money to pay on their behalf?
Written By Valencia
Oct. 14, 2018, 2:53 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I have been considering the subject of betting House weapons.
The sword of a household is not the personal blade of the bearer. It is the House's weapon. It does not belong the an individual who happens to wield it. It cannot be given away by them or offered in payment. I am surprised more do not realize the this is not just some trinket owned by one person. It is owned by a house in full.
I could no more bet the contents of your purse or your horse and hound and expect you to honour MY debt. It simply is not mine or anyone's to bet or offer. It is ludicrous to think to think of even accepting such a bet when it so very clearly does not belong to someone who bears it.
It is disappointing to not have bets honoured? Yes. Is the behavior unbecoming and shameful? Absolutely. It is unbecoming behavior to think one could bet something of this nature could be bet in the first place and then shout out about being owned something that was never yours?
However, the truth is, an object such as this was no one's to bet in the first place and cannot be therefore expected. It is the folly of accepting a bet on something that is no theirs to offer.
In such situations where one is rather dishonorable in such practice, I would humbly suggest that owner of the debt realize there was nothing on the table and that other compensation should be offered. Perhaps our courts of law might offer fair compensation.
As for the debtor and thief, let his or her house deal with their conduct. It is their right to punish as they see fit.
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The sword of a household is not the personal blade of the bearer. It is the House's weapon. It does not belong the an individual who happens to wield it. It cannot be given away by them or offered in payment. I am surprised more do not realize the this is not just some trinket owned by one person. It is owned by a house in full.
I could no more bet the contents of your purse or your horse and hound and expect you to honour MY debt. It simply is not mine or anyone's to bet or offer. It is ludicrous to think to think of even accepting such a bet when it so very clearly does not belong to someone who bears it.
It is disappointing to not have bets honoured? Yes. Is the behavior unbecoming and shameful? Absolutely. It is unbecoming behavior to think one could bet something of this nature could be bet in the first place and then shout out about being owned something that was never yours?
However, the truth is, an object such as this was no one's to bet in the first place and cannot be therefore expected. It is the folly of accepting a bet on something that is no theirs to offer.
In such situations where one is rather dishonorable in such practice, I would humbly suggest that owner of the debt realize there was nothing on the table and that other compensation should be offered. Perhaps our courts of law might offer fair compensation.
As for the debtor and thief, let his or her house deal with their conduct. It is their right to punish as they see fit.
~~~<~<@
Written By Domonico
Oct. 14, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
The victor of the Grand Melee truly deserved the title. Out of a dozen combatants only one stood tall at the end and that was Princess Reese Grayson. She truly does represent the phrase 'None Greater Than Grayson'
Written By Alban
Oct. 14, 2018, 2:45 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Back in the city after weeks of drills. It's good to be back home, now time to enjoy myself a bit more before things heat up again.
Written By Petal
Oct. 14, 2018, 2:16 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I am making autumn gowns! I might make an autumn outfit for men too. They are not as much fun to make outfits for though as the princesses and ladies.
My favorite thing to make is clothing with plants and flowers. Because really plants and flowers are the most beautiful of all. Much more beautiful than people.
Autumn is the perfect time for such. And so project autumn flora clothing is in the works!
Petal
My favorite thing to make is clothing with plants and flowers. Because really plants and flowers are the most beautiful of all. Much more beautiful than people.
Autumn is the perfect time for such. And so project autumn flora clothing is in the works!
Petal
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 14, 2018, 1 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I am finding myself a little weary of travel by ship right now. In truth, I am just weary. It is easier to just throw what energy I have into tasks closer to home. I want to sleep instead of attend endless parties and nothing fits right. Not at all and I feel as if I would rather hole up within the atrium or my office. Victusthinks there are two because I am the same size now as I was when at the last with Danse. Then he has the temerity to tease me and say perhaps there are three and three would be good. "More is good, case half the fuckers die before they're old enough". He wonders why I lack a sense of humor right now.
He is not the one growing his child. He is unnerved by the sight and feel of it moving within me. If I am wroth with him I just put my belly to his back and wait for the child to stir and he is out of the bed as quick as can be and whining about it or off the couch.
I am fat, ungainly and tired and trust maxene to ensure that I have put on the right slippers. I am glad at least to be off the ship and back in the city once again. Esterhold was interesting. I will admit to that.
He is not the one growing his child. He is unnerved by the sight and feel of it moving within me. If I am wroth with him I just put my belly to his back and wait for the child to stir and he is out of the bed as quick as can be and whining about it or off the couch.
I am fat, ungainly and tired and trust maxene to ensure that I have put on the right slippers. I am glad at least to be off the ship and back in the city once again. Esterhold was interesting. I will admit to that.
Written By Vercyn
Oct. 14, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I find it strange to twist logic and words to defend the actions of a traitor to get one's way. To couch it all in 'honor' or that the traitor's own House 'must' suffer to meet this honor.
What I find myself wondering most in the wake of all of this: were the one making all of these demands not as popular a figure in the Compact as they are, would so many not be rallying to her cry? If it were some relatively unknown upstart in Whisper House, I imagine that all and sundry would have just waved their hand and agreed already with what is known. The Sword belongs to the House. It is carried by the one it is given to as a place of honor and respect, but it is not theirs to give away.
I think we can all agree that the bet should not have been made in the first place, but the Whisper in question should not have taken the bet and it makes me suspect that this was a plan to take the sword all along. Especially when paired with the other patently ridiculous demands and this ludicrous display put in the proclamations where it does not belong.
What I find myself wondering most in the wake of all of this: were the one making all of these demands not as popular a figure in the Compact as they are, would so many not be rallying to her cry? If it were some relatively unknown upstart in Whisper House, I imagine that all and sundry would have just waved their hand and agreed already with what is known. The Sword belongs to the House. It is carried by the one it is given to as a place of honor and respect, but it is not theirs to give away.
I think we can all agree that the bet should not have been made in the first place, but the Whisper in question should not have taken the bet and it makes me suspect that this was a plan to take the sword all along. Especially when paired with the other patently ridiculous demands and this ludicrous display put in the proclamations where it does not belong.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 14, 2018, 11:50 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mia
I have plans for you, o generous countess. Expect that trunk any time soon.
Written By Luca
Oct. 14, 2018, 11:13 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lys
The man might be getting soft. Shouldn't it be a creepy-ass goat doll's head?
Written By Thena
Oct. 14, 2018, 11:11 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I invite those who seem confused about the difference between breaking a vow and being released from a vow to contact their local representative of the Faith and have it slowly and carefully explained to them.
Written By Sheena
Oct. 14, 2018, 11:09 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Date: October 1009
Dearest Adoptive Grandparents,
Recently, I witnessed.. something. I don't really understand it. People involved with drugging others were around. It was weird. There was fighting and stealing. Those taking things must have had quite the need of the things they took to survive.
I have also been working on putting things into my shop. It has been going well, I think.
That is all I really had to say. I've been writing toy uo more frequently so there is not much to say. Besides, I really don't do many 'exciting' things.
With Regards,
Sheena
Dearest Adoptive Grandparents,
Recently, I witnessed.. something. I don't really understand it. People involved with drugging others were around. It was weird. There was fighting and stealing. Those taking things must have had quite the need of the things they took to survive.
I have also been working on putting things into my shop. It has been going well, I think.
That is all I really had to say. I've been writing toy uo more frequently so there is not much to say. Besides, I really don't do many 'exciting' things.
With Regards,
Sheena
Written By Ouida
Oct. 14, 2018, 10:59 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I am not a knight meant for tourneys, it seems, though I would be a liar to say that when I was a little girl, I did not dream of mounting a charger to tilt at my gloriously armored foe as the crowds cheered, winning admiring glances from other girls and boys and my father's smile. After a particularly disastrous training exercise that involved a bumblebee, a rotten apple, a horrifically timed breaking of wind, and almost reducing our master at arms' ability to sire children by half, it was determined that the lance was not to be the weapon of proficiency for me. I set my sights then on melee, after losing my heart to a Lycene duel wielding duelist seen at a tournament at Westrock Reach, when I was twelve. I talked about her so much, as young girls do, that my father forbade her name ever be spoken in his presence. That obsession only lasted as long as it took for me to then observe a comely sellsword I believe, at another tournament at Sanctum, who beat everyone who came near him senseless with his hammer and axe. Luckily my father quickly put an end to my dalliance with those weapons, much to the relief of others in the yard, I am sure. In the meantime, always I held in my heart the idea that when I became a squire, I would finally get to polish tournament armor, to hold the courser or charger or prepare the weapons rack, and stand at attention while cheering like the little girl once did inside my heart as I watched my knight compete.
As it is said, the gods give what the gods give, and not always in the season or amount that is to our even most fervent desires.
The knight I squired for was not one for tournaments of public rites, though that is another story altogether, but neither did he deny me or seek to change my love of them. Every time I participate, or watch, which is as much as I can, it is a joy to feel the hope of the little girl with stars in her eyes dreaming of taking the field with her heroes, and the wonder of the woman grown who finds herself one of them.
As it is said, the gods give what the gods give, and not always in the season or amount that is to our even most fervent desires.
The knight I squired for was not one for tournaments of public rites, though that is another story altogether, but neither did he deny me or seek to change my love of them. Every time I participate, or watch, which is as much as I can, it is a joy to feel the hope of the little girl with stars in her eyes dreaming of taking the field with her heroes, and the wonder of the woman grown who finds herself one of them.
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