Written By Harlex
Aug. 14, 2018, 10:41 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)
Scars are no special thing.
Once in a fishing village near High Hill, when I was a year into my career, a boatswain shot me in the back with a crossbow over a local girl. When I turned to deal with him, his friend who had been waiting nearby stabbed me just below the heart with a fillet knife.
They fled and I leaned against the bar with blood running everywhere. The others looked away. After a while I sat on the floor and blacked out.
When I awoke a fisherman named Greene had taken me to his bungalow to heal. The local girl had visited one time in my recovery and said she'd be waiting when I was on my feet.
The next day in the cold of the morning I left.
Still have the scars from the crossbow bolt and the knife. But, honestly, I cannot recall the name of the girl or her face.
The point is, I guess, is there is no point. It is just a thing that happened. And those scars are proof of nothing.
My only regret, now that I consider it, is that I did not find that man and kill him before I rode on. Damn.
Once in a fishing village near High Hill, when I was a year into my career, a boatswain shot me in the back with a crossbow over a local girl. When I turned to deal with him, his friend who had been waiting nearby stabbed me just below the heart with a fillet knife.
They fled and I leaned against the bar with blood running everywhere. The others looked away. After a while I sat on the floor and blacked out.
When I awoke a fisherman named Greene had taken me to his bungalow to heal. The local girl had visited one time in my recovery and said she'd be waiting when I was on my feet.
The next day in the cold of the morning I left.
Still have the scars from the crossbow bolt and the knife. But, honestly, I cannot recall the name of the girl or her face.
The point is, I guess, is there is no point. It is just a thing that happened. And those scars are proof of nothing.
My only regret, now that I consider it, is that I did not find that man and kill him before I rode on. Damn.
Written By Godric
Aug. 14, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Elloise
You're welcome.
Tomorrow you get to clean the scorched flesh from bones so we can test it! I'll bring pie for afterwards.
Tomorrow you get to clean the scorched flesh from bones so we can test it! I'll bring pie for afterwards.
Written By Faruq
Aug. 14, 2018, 9:05 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Prisila
Cousin.
I am curious as to what you have discovered on the matter of Protege's and Patrons. I myself am considering the attempt at finding a protege but your words have made me second guess things that seemed plain before. What would I bring to benefit my protege beyond connection to me? What is that even worth to begin with, being so new to Arx? While it would very much benefit me if I did find one that complemented my skills well, the only thing I could offer is protection. Is that enough in a city that has the Iron Guard attending to it?
I do not know.
Something to think about further certainly.
I am curious as to what you have discovered on the matter of Protege's and Patrons. I myself am considering the attempt at finding a protege but your words have made me second guess things that seemed plain before. What would I bring to benefit my protege beyond connection to me? What is that even worth to begin with, being so new to Arx? While it would very much benefit me if I did find one that complemented my skills well, the only thing I could offer is protection. Is that enough in a city that has the Iron Guard attending to it?
I do not know.
Something to think about further certainly.
Written By Holt
Aug. 14, 2018, 8:42 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Nico
Last night I took Nico down to the training hall to get her technique looking presentable for the Champions. She did well, learned a thing or two about evasion. And as usual she did it in the cutest way possible.
Written By Lucita
Aug. 14, 2018, 8:03 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)
It is humbling when one sings and when done those listening are openly weeping. Perhaps the sadness of that being the anniversary date of my husband and so many others at Setarco showed in the way I sang.
Written By Norwood
Aug. 14, 2018, 6:58 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
My scars?
No, I think I will keep that to myself or to those who choose to ask. They are mine alone.
No, I think I will keep that to myself or to those who choose to ask. They are mine alone.
Written By Nico
Aug. 14, 2018, 3:50 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Last night, Holt drilled me until I couldn't stand anymore. At least I've gotten better at avoiding enemies' attacks in combat. After that, I made a fool of myself in front of the royal family that just happened to drop by the training center. At least they didn't see me get repeatedly beaten by Holt.
Written By Silas
Aug. 14, 2018, 2:23 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Evonleigh
I have a million cousins.
Should we all one day coalesce, we will form an empire.
Until then, I will enjoy the routine company of a precious few. I am delighted you have decided to join us, Evonleigh.
Should we all one day coalesce, we will form an empire.
Until then, I will enjoy the routine company of a precious few. I am delighted you have decided to join us, Evonleigh.
Written By Silas
Aug. 14, 2018, 2:20 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
That feeling when you send an important letter and suddenly remember how to grammar.
Written By Elloise
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:54 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Godric
THANK YOU for letting me touch the gross stuff in a controlled and safe (safer - safer-ish) environment, Inquisitor Godric.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:51 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
That would fuck a kid up, wouldn't it? Who in the Abyss would want to be a Duke? UGH. Better to be the second born. Or in an altogether different family line out of way -- not likely to inherit anything but a cushy title and some ministerial duties.
Written By Prisila
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:24 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
I find it entirely within the realm of possibility and even a little amusing. It'd be very very ironic.
Written By Richard
Aug. 13, 2018, 9:24 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Today was a very difficult day, but at the same time a productive one. A group of people dedicated to fighting the good fight, managed to deal with the origin of the disease in the form of dogs, a horrible looking bear and a warehouse fulled of ill people apparently enslaved. We managed to aid those who required it and move them to the Clinic. Thankfully with a viable cure I am quite sure that we will be able to help these people to get better.
Written By Thorley
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:52 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Violet
On our first anniversary..
When I was in my youth,
I read tales of knights, story and verse.
I had foolish dreams that they were the truth
after all, they lived Happily Ever After, of course.
Then my sextant turned,
and from child and wife,
I felt the cold caress of being undone,
I felt the abscence of life.
The bottom of the bottle,
became my only friend,
the truth was too hard to swallow,
I was no longer one to be depend.
I had surrendered my heart,
I only gave for pleasure,
Love was never a proper start,
my body was a temple, devoid of treasure.
Others had explored and found it barren,
cast aside on the wind,
When she came into my life, I could only stare,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through to that certain end.
She continued to hold her ground,
she wouldn't let me set my course,
my ship was run aground,
She didn't push, she didn't force.
She let me coast into her harbor,
In her bright blue waters,
she let me set anchor,
in her eyes, I saw sons and daughters.
Fear grabbed at my heart after we wedded,
some say it was a blade,
and the dreams made and dreaded,
and to home I again strayed.
I feared a return,
even at my Duke's assurance,
when I saw her again, I felt that old burn,
I thought it was over, even with her reassurance.
She accepted me without condition,
without judgement, without trepidation.
to earn her back became my mission,
At her side was my station.
To our lives she added a daughter,
now another stirs underneath her heart,
in our lives is new laughter,
Our family grows, and we're rarely apart.
Now it has come,
a year gone and past,
and my heart has still succumb,
and I know now that love will last.
To my beloved named after a flower,
to the children I can't wait to meet,
our love will never sour,
and every year from here on out, I eagerly greet.
I once didn't believe in fairy tales,
that they would never come true,
with you, Violet, I set my sails,
and know that I'm in love with you.
When I was in my youth,
I read tales of knights, story and verse.
I had foolish dreams that they were the truth
after all, they lived Happily Ever After, of course.
Then my sextant turned,
and from child and wife,
I felt the cold caress of being undone,
I felt the abscence of life.
The bottom of the bottle,
became my only friend,
the truth was too hard to swallow,
I was no longer one to be depend.
I had surrendered my heart,
I only gave for pleasure,
Love was never a proper start,
my body was a temple, devoid of treasure.
Others had explored and found it barren,
cast aside on the wind,
When she came into my life, I could only stare,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through to that certain end.
She continued to hold her ground,
she wouldn't let me set my course,
my ship was run aground,
She didn't push, she didn't force.
She let me coast into her harbor,
In her bright blue waters,
she let me set anchor,
in her eyes, I saw sons and daughters.
Fear grabbed at my heart after we wedded,
some say it was a blade,
and the dreams made and dreaded,
and to home I again strayed.
I feared a return,
even at my Duke's assurance,
when I saw her again, I felt that old burn,
I thought it was over, even with her reassurance.
She accepted me without condition,
without judgement, without trepidation.
to earn her back became my mission,
At her side was my station.
To our lives she added a daughter,
now another stirs underneath her heart,
in our lives is new laughter,
Our family grows, and we're rarely apart.
Now it has come,
a year gone and past,
and my heart has still succumb,
and I know now that love will last.
To my beloved named after a flower,
to the children I can't wait to meet,
our love will never sour,
and every year from here on out, I eagerly greet.
I once didn't believe in fairy tales,
that they would never come true,
with you, Violet, I set my sails,
and know that I'm in love with you.
Written By Vanora
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:41 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
It strikes me that if I were to ever remove their bracelets at the same time I could actually get them confused. Can you imagine?
The wrong brother would be Duke one day. Wouldn't that be awkward?
The wrong brother would be Duke one day. Wouldn't that be awkward?
Written By Alis
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:10 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I think I can speak for both Edain and I when I say that no, it is we who are lucky! Every weapon I've commissioned from you has truly been a work of art. You always capture not just the best design of a weapon, but the soul of the person wielding it. We're so blessed to have you as our Hammer of the West, a Knight in every sense of the word.
I do not know what we would do without you, and I am so very happy for you and your husband-to-be.
I do not know what we would do without you, and I am so very happy for you and your husband-to-be.
Written By Oswyn
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Preparations for the mapping trip in the north are nearly finished. Goodwoman Candace suggested traveling with a merchant caravan for some of the time and put me in touch with someone. Once we part ways with the merchants, we will be traveling the land and speaking to locals to check the maps I've collected and correct them if necessary.
Spring came so soon; it feels like yesterday I was sweeping snow out of the front of the shop and copying maps with a cup of tea for warmth. The roads have cleared, the passages are free. The wet period is essentially finished, making this the ideal time for travel. I worry about what lies on the road ahead of us. I worry about what lies behind us.
I have learned so much since the last time I undertook a journey of this magnitude. There is still so much I do not know.
Spring came so soon; it feels like yesterday I was sweeping snow out of the front of the shop and copying maps with a cup of tea for warmth. The roads have cleared, the passages are free. The wet period is essentially finished, making this the ideal time for travel. I worry about what lies on the road ahead of us. I worry about what lies behind us.
I have learned so much since the last time I undertook a journey of this magnitude. There is still so much I do not know.
Written By Prisila
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:14 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Being as new to the city as I am, I have to wonder, what even is the worth in a Patron? What are they supposed to provide that one can't take for themselves? I understand the meaning of political alliances, I do, but each is supposed to be a well of mutual benefit. When it is no longer so then does it not behoove one to revisit the notion on whether or not it is a viable, long term arrangement to have?
We're all allies, in theory, we being the Compact and the Houses of course.
Yet even within that there are divisions of systems and lands in such a way that can only beckon a burgeoning competition for the resources within. Inevitably when one lands water runs dry they will look to the next to be quenched and only through war or diplomacy shall there be a resolution but when a people are thirsty, they will do anything for a glass of water.
We're all allies, in theory, we being the Compact and the Houses of course.
Yet even within that there are divisions of systems and lands in such a way that can only beckon a burgeoning competition for the resources within. Inevitably when one lands water runs dry they will look to the next to be quenched and only through war or diplomacy shall there be a resolution but when a people are thirsty, they will do anything for a glass of water.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:05 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Platinum.
That's what I dream of.
I wonder if they would let me near the Ballistae that I am told the city had. Even just to touch it.
I wonder what it sings.
That's what I dream of.
I wonder if they would let me near the Ballistae that I am told the city had. Even just to touch it.
I wonder what it sings.
Written By Ida
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:57 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
It has been a pleasing few days in the forge. Even though I'm not actually taking commissions, there are a few people I would never say no to.
Prince Edain Valardin - I had made His Grace a rather simple arming sword not long after arriving in Arx. It's an old piece and I've grown so much as a smith since forging it. Still, it holds history, a story of its own, and the marks of use. Well-cared for by His Grace, it needed a bit of a professional looking over. There was a wash of nostalgia I probably didn't expect, but should have really. She is back in fine fighting condition and I hope will continue to serve His Grace well.
Sir Gerard Dastrid - My husband-to-be in an amazing man. I could write paragraphs about him easily, I think, and I still marvel at my fortune. He brought me some diamondplate to fashion into a sword and oaths, that metal and I have a tumultuous history. Forging something that could mean life or death for the knight who has taken my heart? Haven't felt that striking knife of worry since I made my brother Austen's blade. I could have done better with it, I think, but his compliments and kind words about the weapon (and me, too) put my concerns and disappointment to rest.
Princess Alis Valardin - A special project that I won't discuss here, but diamondplate once again, which...well. See above. The item came out wonderfully though, I think, and her words when it was delivered made me so proud to be one of the smiths for House Valardin, I think my heart literally swelled.
I passingly recall entries from Mistress Yasmine Rovashani, one of the Guild's famed models, and others about perfect happiness in moments of our lives. I suspect this is one of those moments in mine and I hope the gods know how grateful I am.
Prince Edain Valardin - I had made His Grace a rather simple arming sword not long after arriving in Arx. It's an old piece and I've grown so much as a smith since forging it. Still, it holds history, a story of its own, and the marks of use. Well-cared for by His Grace, it needed a bit of a professional looking over. There was a wash of nostalgia I probably didn't expect, but should have really. She is back in fine fighting condition and I hope will continue to serve His Grace well.
Sir Gerard Dastrid - My husband-to-be in an amazing man. I could write paragraphs about him easily, I think, and I still marvel at my fortune. He brought me some diamondplate to fashion into a sword and oaths, that metal and I have a tumultuous history. Forging something that could mean life or death for the knight who has taken my heart? Haven't felt that striking knife of worry since I made my brother Austen's blade. I could have done better with it, I think, but his compliments and kind words about the weapon (and me, too) put my concerns and disappointment to rest.
Princess Alis Valardin - A special project that I won't discuss here, but diamondplate once again, which...well. See above. The item came out wonderfully though, I think, and her words when it was delivered made me so proud to be one of the smiths for House Valardin, I think my heart literally swelled.
I passingly recall entries from Mistress Yasmine Rovashani, one of the Guild's famed models, and others about perfect happiness in moments of our lives. I suspect this is one of those moments in mine and I hope the gods know how grateful I am.
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