Written By Morrighan
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Written By Preston
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rosalie
It is regrettable that we need to even hear about it - I cannot believe it is beyond Telmar and Bliss to solve this. Both are honourable, after all.
Written By Bliss
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gerard
Written By Mydas
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
That's as much time I'm willing to waste on this pointless drama.
Written By Gerard
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:12 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
If the Voice promised to make this up to you? then that is well, for a dishonor was done by this bastard of a traitor while he was still part of House Telmar. However, unless said Voice offered you this sword (and I have seen no evidence he has and in fact utterly has denied this), then the recompense does not need to include a House Sword that had no business being bet, could not be bet, and thus has no right to be held by anyone other than the chosen representatives of House Telmar.
As it stands, you seem to have rejected all efforts to repay this dishonor, and I wash my hands of you. As a personal measure unrelated to House Telmar, no words will evermore be spoken between myself and Bliss Whisper, save in matters of life and death should we be together on the battlefield against other foes.
Written By Arik
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:10 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
Written By Rosalie
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:08 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Written By Bliss
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:04 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
And yet, a Voice of House Telmar promised to repay me what had been done to me, and what was done was a crippling and a theft.
The issue isn't whether the scumstain of a man that was Everard Telmar had any right to bet the sword, as much as the allies and sworn servants of House Telmar wish to make it seem that way. The issue is whether House Telmar is a house of its word or not.
I have offered no statement as to whether they are or aren't. I am simply making my personal dispute with them public, as I have kept it quiet long enough. Should the Radiants ask me to step down as Softest Whisper, I would do so, but for now, I can personally recuse myself from all decisions that might affect our treatment of House Telmar. Whisper House remains neutral.
Written By Preston
Oct. 13, 2018, 6:56 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Written By Gerard
Oct. 13, 2018, 6:45 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
However, I am no law student or a Lord of the realm, and my opinion is merely that. If I am factually incorrect, I am open to being corrected by one who would, beyond a shadow of a doubt, know the truth of such interpretation.
Written By Vanora
Oct. 13, 2018, 6:30 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
We have all of this in hand. And one another's backs as well. Lets become bolder for it.
Written By Arik
Oct. 13, 2018, 6:24 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
Written By Bliss
Oct. 13, 2018, 6:15 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Everard
It all started with a ball six years ago. After I became Bliss, but before I held the titles of Champion or Whisper. Anyone who cares to look into my history can learn that I was wounded after a ball, but the story that was told is not complete, and it is not quite what happened in any case. This is the real tale.
The Ball of the Wall, House Telmar called it. I didn't know what it was being held for at the time, I was simply a wandering duelist who was bored and looking for something fun to do. When I heard that this was going to happen, I decided that I wanted to be there - whether or not I was actually formally invited (I wasn't). It was fairly easy to talk myself in. I grew up alongside the Fidantes, and was able to pull off being noble well enough that no one really questioned letting me in, and the outfit that I wore was really quite spectacular. Some of my first seasilk ever was in that corset, and I am not ashamed to say that I looked amazing.
It was rather the event, particularly given how stark and stiff the Telmarch tends to be. The ballroom was beautiful, filled with Peers in their finest dress and their attendants, with food and drink galore to wow and impress. Resplendent is the word I will choose for it - for splendor was everywhere. Particularly on the face of one woman, a beautiful blonde whose name I never learned that night, but have since discovered is named Lady Brunhilde Steelhart. She is a distant cousin of the family, and fled Arx some years ago along with many others. But I digress.
She was the most beautiful person in the room. When our eyes met, I knew she thought the same of me. It is hard to describe this kind of feeling unless it has been experienced by another, but there are sometimes moments where eyes meet, and you feel something inside of you twinge, knowing without a doubt that you two are going to wind up in one another's arms by the end of the evening. Romance sings at its highest at these times, and I have never been the sort of woman who avoids the call of a feeling so intense. I am one who constantly searches for such things.
I started to make my way over to her, getting one glass of wine, then two, then three. I noticed she was speaking with some men, but thought very little of it, and when I approached her, I brushed her shoulder lightly with my fingers and asked if she wanted to dance. She said yes almost without hesitation. The first dance, our eyes never left each other. The second dance, our lips met, with no regard for who saw or what they might see. Intense passion and desire that neither of us shied away from - until he pulled me away from her.
You see, dear readers, what I had not known at that time was that this ball being held in the Telmarch was in honor of a betrothal. The betrothal of Lord Everard Telmarch ... and Lady Brunhilde Steelhart. It was Everard's hand that found my shoulder and yanked me off of her, and when I protested loudly, it was Everard who realized that there was no reason for a woman who was so clearly a Lycene commoner to be at the ball. He and his friends bodily dragged me out of the ballroom, throwing me outside.
I do not think it surprises anyone when I say: such a thing would not stand for me.
So began a back and forth. At first, Everard's friends joined in, but soon, that rather arrogant traitor decided that he would handle me on his own and told them to leave off. We began snapping insults and taunts back and forth at each other, but he couldn't keep up and became more and more visibly frustrated. Soon I was spinning songs about him, mocking him, and his friends were laughing with me, not at me. This drew the attention of the crowd, more and more came out of the ballroom to see what was happening, and by the end, we had an audience of at least a dozen nobles and scores of their attendants. Many of these are the ones who have provided the sworn and signed testimony on what happened next which I am able to offer.
After all, Everard was cocky - perhaps the best description of the man there is. All of this for a man who couldn't even kiss properly enough to hold his betrothed's interest. The challenge shifted to that of a duel, and I was willing to bet one of my big toes, and more and more as it kept escalating. Finally, Everard had had enough - he issued his bet, and he charged at me.
And he lost the duel against me in seconds. In front of everyone.
After betting Vowkeeper, the heirloom sword of House Telmarch.
To say that the crowd was stunned is an understatement. I've never heard a louder gasp, followed by a more potent silence. But I had won the sword. I walked up to Everard, claiming my prize - the beautiful thing that it is - and left. Really, I thought I had gotten far enough away before I started my celebration.
I was very, very wrong about that.
It was when I was heading back to my campsite, drunk and out of my mind, that Everard Telmar and Addison Ashford found me. I could beat Everard easily in a duel of honor one-on-one when I was only a little tipsy, but defending myself against both of them, in an ambush, when I was still recovering from such a night? I hate to say it, but I didn't stand a chance against them. What they did to me in that forest was brutal, it was vengeful, and they were trying to make me hurt and pay for having shamed Everard so publicly.
Everard ran my shoulder through, knowing that I am a duelist, trying to ruin me and my career.
Everard stole Vowkeeper from me, and they rode off into the night.
There was nothing I could do about it but bleed.
When I first tried to tell this story, no one believed me. Everard had told them he'd had another duel of honor with me where he won it back, and he was Lord Commander of the Iron Guard and, at the time, the Sword of the Telmarch. I knew I had to build my reputation, I knew that I had to be a woman of honor, one of my word. I hope, in the six years since this happened, I have done so.
***
This is my story. This is what happened to me.
House Telmar, make this right. Fulfill the promise that your heir, Voice and Sword, Lord Ansel, made, when he said that he would repay the wrongs that Everard had done to me ten times over. I have given you chance after chance to resolve this peacefully.
Prove that you're a House of your word. Prove that you're a House of honor.
Written By Evaristo
Oct. 13, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
It's much easier waking up being robbed, than facing such sweet danger as Princess Berenice Velenosa. I am defeated and I like it.
Written By Bliss
Oct. 13, 2018, 3:47 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
I will not be forgotten.
Written By Miranda
Oct. 13, 2018, 1:36 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Prisila
They are most plentiful!
Written By Miranda
Oct. 13, 2018, 1:34 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Liara
Our own inside joke.
Fabulous.
Written By Kenna
Oct. 13, 2018, 11:07 a.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Written By Iseulet
Oct. 13, 2018, 10:26 a.m.(10/9/1009 AR)
Written By Fairen
Oct. 13, 2018, 10:17 a.m.(10/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Iliana
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