Written By Marian
Aug. 27, 2018, 9:23 a.m.(6/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
In times of war, there are no good choices. No perfect scenarios. There are hard choices, made in the heat of battle, for what one hopes will stay the enemy from gaining a victory against us. I have known for some time that you did not agree with my decisions at Stormwall. Even though you made the choice to evacuate and did not witness what we faced first hand, I have accepted your criticism on the matter. I have contributed to the rebuilding of your castle. I have stood silent while you messaged my peers about your anger towards me. Vented your anger to family and friends. I stood last night silent while you spoke your venom openly against me in a public forum.
No more. I will not sit silent anymore. For time is not healing this wound. It spreads with every person you sit down and vent to. Every public forum you openly mock the decisions made by those trusted by your liege. This hate that burns inside your chest is festering. It feeds dissent in a time where we need to stand united against our enemies that continue to stand at our gates. I can not change the past. I can not bring back those lost. I can not bring back your castle. However, I can stand in front of Gloria, bare of armor or weapons and let you release this anger, this hate at me by any weapon you choose. Let you yell at me, until your voice tires or all your words are said. Let you swing your weapon until it draws blood or your arm tires from swinging at me. I can do that for you because a united fealty is that important to me.
I know we do not share the same Faith. That Rites of Gloria do not mean the same thing to you. But I would offer this to you, this olive branch. A chance to release this darkness that you hold towards me. For the betterment of relations between Crovane and Redrain. For in my heart, I know I did my best and stand behind the actions of my commanders. It was not enough in your eyes. I understand and accept any consequences that my actions or those of my commanders brought. I can do this for you. For Crovane. If it will bring this issue you have with me to an end to build a stronger, more united Redrain.
If you do not want to meet me in front of all and say your words openly to my face, then end this spite and hate. Let this be put to bed once and for all.
No more. I will not sit silent anymore. For time is not healing this wound. It spreads with every person you sit down and vent to. Every public forum you openly mock the decisions made by those trusted by your liege. This hate that burns inside your chest is festering. It feeds dissent in a time where we need to stand united against our enemies that continue to stand at our gates. I can not change the past. I can not bring back those lost. I can not bring back your castle. However, I can stand in front of Gloria, bare of armor or weapons and let you release this anger, this hate at me by any weapon you choose. Let you yell at me, until your voice tires or all your words are said. Let you swing your weapon until it draws blood or your arm tires from swinging at me. I can do that for you because a united fealty is that important to me.
I know we do not share the same Faith. That Rites of Gloria do not mean the same thing to you. But I would offer this to you, this olive branch. A chance to release this darkness that you hold towards me. For the betterment of relations between Crovane and Redrain. For in my heart, I know I did my best and stand behind the actions of my commanders. It was not enough in your eyes. I understand and accept any consequences that my actions or those of my commanders brought. I can do this for you. For Crovane. If it will bring this issue you have with me to an end to build a stronger, more united Redrain.
If you do not want to meet me in front of all and say your words openly to my face, then end this spite and hate. Let this be put to bed once and for all.
Written By Corban
Aug. 27, 2018, 7:56 a.m.(6/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Barric
I was delighted to joust in memory of Prince Barric Grayson last evening, and even more humbled to ride away with the overall victory in the event. Most credit is due to Rosie, my fine roan warhorse, who truly put in an impressive performance on the second round that propelled us to victory.
I did not know Prince Barric and I will not attempt to record a memory here that would suggest otherwise. But I can hope he would smile upon the games and feats of arms and honor held in his memory.
I did not know Prince Barric and I will not attempt to record a memory here that would suggest otherwise. But I can hope he would smile upon the games and feats of arms and honor held in his memory.
Written By Derovai
Aug. 27, 2018, 3:04 a.m.(6/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
A slightly belated followup (apologies as I am slightly under the weather, hence the day or two's delay on the Commoners' Bulletin, which I know by your own words you enjoy), and a question to which I'd like your answer:
Is trying to limit stupidity in its own way stupidity, do you think? Or is the person who observes stupidity and does nothing the greater fool? I feel like I spend my days offering solid advice which goes unheeded for a variety of reasons, and I've occasionally thought I was wasting my time on various matters. But when I am called to account at the end of my days, there will be none who can say I didn't act where warranted. Ever.
Is trying to limit stupidity in its own way stupidity, do you think? Or is the person who observes stupidity and does nothing the greater fool? I feel like I spend my days offering solid advice which goes unheeded for a variety of reasons, and I've occasionally thought I was wasting my time on various matters. But when I am called to account at the end of my days, there will be none who can say I didn't act where warranted. Ever.
Written By Bliss
Aug. 27, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
In case this wasn't glaringly obvious:
Yes, I am very different from the majority of Whispers, in many ways. We are not monolithic. We each have our own unique skills and strengths. I certainly have my flaws.
I have never once claimed to be a diplomat, or diplomatic. I am a performer - I was accepted into Whisper House because of my voice and my determination, my unfailing resolve and my drive.
I represent a different side of what we are than the Twin Radiants do, which was a significant part of why I chose not to run for the position (which was, for the record, entirely my uninfluenced choice).
I am so sick of hiding who I am. The time for that is over.
I'm here, and I have earned my right to be here. Stop saying "I thought Whispers were supposed to be..." because I am a Whisper. What I am is as much what Whispers are as any other member of this House.
Yes, I am very different from the majority of Whispers, in many ways. We are not monolithic. We each have our own unique skills and strengths. I certainly have my flaws.
I have never once claimed to be a diplomat, or diplomatic. I am a performer - I was accepted into Whisper House because of my voice and my determination, my unfailing resolve and my drive.
I represent a different side of what we are than the Twin Radiants do, which was a significant part of why I chose not to run for the position (which was, for the record, entirely my uninfluenced choice).
I am so sick of hiding who I am. The time for that is over.
I'm here, and I have earned my right to be here. Stop saying "I thought Whispers were supposed to be..." because I am a Whisper. What I am is as much what Whispers are as any other member of this House.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 27, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
Such a delight to see Sir Thorley in his element, for he is every bit the Sword one could hope for.
Especially cutting down someone trying to slay me first. Thanks to his quick action, I have nary a scratch.
Especially cutting down someone trying to slay me first. Thanks to his quick action, I have nary a scratch.
Written By Rowenova
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
As most of you know, I have been extra slow on the white journals these days but have healed up and am doing well despite various ailments before and am staying alive with some great help from the amazing hound Sir Floppington who kindly saved me from a couple thugs one day! Thank you, Sir Floppington! <3
Written By Elloise
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:57 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
We don't always see eye-to-eye. I know you're willing to be patient. Soon, I'll find a couple of really thick books to stand on - or a box - and I'll try. I'll really try.
Written By Elloise
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:55 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
It's been an interesting week filled with interesting work that's been interspersed with news that's been both sad, terrible, and wonderful. I still have a lot of missives to sort through, unfortunately, and Cheese says that I can't throw my letters away into the fire. I guess he's right, I suppose, because people would still write to me and I would still need to answer them. But. I wish I could. Just half of them, at least, because I don't know what to say to someone who wants to be my friend.
Written By Duarte
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:51 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
It was a surprisingly enjoyable week of meeting new friends and catching up with old. The convocation of the Faith was most welcome news to top it off and I am inspired and hopeful for the future with such a strong institution and the promise it brings.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
... Yes, I am a little drunk, Scholar. I'll see myself out of the Archives now.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:48 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Seriously. I did. There are a few people -- I suppose -- that I considered during my absence, Scholar, but they're sentient. They know who they are. The lone brandy bottle doesn't understand why it was abandoned. Poor thing.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:42 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
It's been a while, eh, Scholar -- and I doubt my slurring voice was missed because you need to listen _closely_ to hear my dictation, right? Listen, commit it to the Whites for all eternity. I was away from the capital, touring the trades people and crafter enclaves of the Greens for a review of the House's current incomes. AND, I missed -- I missed --
-- Ostrian cherry brandy.
It's true.
-- Ostrian cherry brandy.
It's true.
Written By Thesarin
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Attended the joust in honor of Barric Grayson, for his memory.
Didn't know the man so well, but we held steel together. So I show him my respects, and to them who knew him better.
Fine showings from Sir Corban, Princess Reese Grayson, and Dame Esoka Greenblood at the jousting.
Didn't know the man so well, but we held steel together. So I show him my respects, and to them who knew him better.
Fine showings from Sir Corban, Princess Reese Grayson, and Dame Esoka Greenblood at the jousting.
Written By Natalia
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Saedrus
I am looking forward to seeing what the coming months bring; I can breathe a sigh of relief, now. I am glad that you were chosen.
Written By Darren
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
It is always a delight to the heart to gather with family and friends, whatever the circumstances. I have begun to learn most recently how important it is to take time aside for such things, to focus on home and family. We are granted this moment only, and the next is never guaranteed. The most significant thing we can do with our time is to spend it with those who will recall our memories fondly when we have gone.
Written By Theron
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:35 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Now that all the professional writings are completed. Gods, my HEAD. Whoever is banging those drums need to stop! And that stupid gong. I'm going to cleave the joker with the heavy bell, I swear. Garibaldi looked at me funny when I woke and demanded he go see to all these sounds getting stopped. I think I licked part of the beach last night if my tongue's version of its tale is correct. I vaguely recall mixing brandy with something.
I hope the one-eyed joker is happy. I drank, and drank. I have a vague memory of a drinking competition. I'm assuming that is some sort of odd alcohol fueled dream. Though, I feel like it may have been reality. So many people to meet, and remember last night. I slept the whole day and most of the evening away, and I regret that. But I kept the contents of my stomach, that is the important part. Listen, could you write this more quietly, no don't write that. Stop. Are you new or something?
I hope the one-eyed joker is happy. I drank, and drank. I have a vague memory of a drinking competition. I'm assuming that is some sort of odd alcohol fueled dream. Though, I feel like it may have been reality. So many people to meet, and remember last night. I slept the whole day and most of the evening away, and I regret that. But I kept the contents of my stomach, that is the important part. Listen, could you write this more quietly, no don't write that. Stop. Are you new or something?
Written By Zoey
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:33 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Titania
Regarding Titania Fireviper --
I knew Titania almost from the day I arrived in Arx, joining my family at Bisland Manor and meeting with the various vassal Houses that had their homes built around the manor. I found her to be kind and polite, with an innate gentility that made her a charming companion. She was generous and expended considerable effort in looking after my comfort, making introductions and recommendations alike and sending small trinkets through messengers while inquiring after my well being.
Likewise, I was pleased by the somberness with which she treated grave matters. She was no shrinking violet, simpering behind a fan when there was work to be done. She impressed me. Work and family, as they so often do, drew us apart for a while, but my transition to House Kennex allowed us to stay in contact even if not very closely.
I was surprised, therefore, to learn that she had been on an excursion to the Isles of Storms. Indeed, I didn't know of it until news of her death reached me. I find it odd that a woman of the Mourning Isles did not pay attention to the sailors surrounding her, did not heed the superstitions of the waters. But there you have it. She didn't, and now she's gone.
The question that remains is not 'Why' but rather 'What now?' All the whys in the world cannot undo what has happened. However, when properly examined, 'What now?' can prompt so much that would honour a dedicated soul like the Countess. I am of the opinion that her memory should be honoured not in words and breast-beating and the wringing of hands, but in action. And so, I will not mourn her passing; instead, I will find the next right action and take it.
I owe her that much, at least, for her kindness.
I knew Titania almost from the day I arrived in Arx, joining my family at Bisland Manor and meeting with the various vassal Houses that had their homes built around the manor. I found her to be kind and polite, with an innate gentility that made her a charming companion. She was generous and expended considerable effort in looking after my comfort, making introductions and recommendations alike and sending small trinkets through messengers while inquiring after my well being.
Likewise, I was pleased by the somberness with which she treated grave matters. She was no shrinking violet, simpering behind a fan when there was work to be done. She impressed me. Work and family, as they so often do, drew us apart for a while, but my transition to House Kennex allowed us to stay in contact even if not very closely.
I was surprised, therefore, to learn that she had been on an excursion to the Isles of Storms. Indeed, I didn't know of it until news of her death reached me. I find it odd that a woman of the Mourning Isles did not pay attention to the sailors surrounding her, did not heed the superstitions of the waters. But there you have it. She didn't, and now she's gone.
The question that remains is not 'Why' but rather 'What now?' All the whys in the world cannot undo what has happened. However, when properly examined, 'What now?' can prompt so much that would honour a dedicated soul like the Countess. I am of the opinion that her memory should be honoured not in words and breast-beating and the wringing of hands, but in action. And so, I will not mourn her passing; instead, I will find the next right action and take it.
I owe her that much, at least, for her kindness.
Written By Niro
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:30 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Alas, it didn't work - I'd put too much strain on it, or I folded it too much. Air got inbetween it. Warped and bubbled it. Maybe I can look at putting something inbetween - something that'll help bring out the cast-off from when it's hammered, and something that'll stop the air from going into it whne it's folded.
Written By Orvyn
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:28 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Of all the different levels and reachings of contracts, I have found that marriage contracts are the ones with the greatest number of unknowns, with a reliance heavily upon the wills of the gods to provide that which is agreed upon. I cannot say that I am whole in my reservedness for such things, but the future shall remain uncertain, though perhaps with a few extra letters and signatures.
Written By Niro
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:26 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
The latest harvest of steel is superior - it gave me the chance to experiment a bit. It's there, and I got to layer it, by taking the steel, folding it, working it out again. It's really starting to turn out well - I'll update this journal after the fact.
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