Written By Orelia
May 4, 2017, 2:36 a.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Everyone acts like the Knights of Solace are untouchable heroes. Legends even. They act as though Knights are not men but simply actors in a fairy tale.
Everything is always pretty, bright, and no innocents or good men go home harmed.
Sir Armel was a stark reminder that the rumors are far from the truth. He's clearly a capable leader and has done much for Knights of Solace as well as the city. But that same work has left a mark.
I think that I admire him more for that.
Written By Seva
May 3, 2017, 10:28 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Especially when every hour that passes is an hour I sit here in my shop wondering if any of my warrior friends have fallen in the siege.
I should make Princess Reese a bundle of supplies to carry with her. Something that she could perhaps attach to her steed.
For my uncle, something small enough that the dogs could carry.
Gods, if I start naming people this list will get too long. Why can't my friends have nice, safe hobbies? Like baking.
Written By Orazio
May 3, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
As a general note, from here unto perpetuity, let it be known that my bird is off limits for all manner of bothering, harm, or molestation. If she attempts to pull out your hair to line the rather magnificent nest she has been building, it is permissible to gently (gently!) flick her beak. Otherwise, leave her be, under pain of my most acute disapproval.
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 9:49 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
I have the last of what is needed gathered so I can give woads to those few who have expressed interest in private to me. Surprising none of them have been from the north. Though perhaps they were all seen to in the large woad ceremony.
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 9:47 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kahlana
She made a deal to pay off the last bit on a blade, She swears plenty but she seems excited and happy about the smiling skull she bought. May it serve her well.
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 9 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
I am not sure if it is because of my poor skills with the words of the city dwellers and their.. tongue of trades and lies or if it is simply the fact that when she looks to me and my messages and sees nothing but a savage. My help was offered, and dismissed. My request ignored.
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 8:56 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
I have gathered those I could to help defend the city, Others like me that come from the wilds and have bent knee in the face of the darkness outside the gates. Those who know that it is not simply a fight for the compact and for those within the city but one for our blood far beyond these walls and the spirits of the wilds.
I hope that we are ready for the fight ahead, I am not a man who commands and yet here I have gathered these others to fight with me.. I hope only that I can help see them through the trouble ahead and that I am able to protect those who I call friend when the time comes..
When the need is there and greatest.
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 8:54 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
If only our first true meeting and discussion could have been under better circumstances. I am sorry not because of what I said about your brother the oath breaker but because of your loss. It is never easy.
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
She has taken me on as her Protege, From what I understand this can be a very good thing for me. I thought it best to accept given the friendship between us as well as the numerous items she purchases from me and has commissioned. I look forward to seeing where this path leads..
Written By Shadow
May 3, 2017, 8:49 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
It isn't the fact that you believed that I would be capable or guilty of murder that makes me question if there is friendship there or can be..
It is the fact that rather than coming to me and asking first you decided to go to those who have much emotion invested in such things.
It is that you did not simply ask me as friends before asking me as Questioning.. as interrogator.
Written By Kahlana
May 3, 2017, 8:45 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
Written By Kahlana
May 3, 2017, 8:45 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Written By Kahlana
May 3, 2017, 8:44 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Written By Ford
May 3, 2017, 7:38 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
That being said, things are not as bad as they could be.
Written By Kima
May 3, 2017, 6:57 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
We mourn.
We remember.
Written By Saedrus
May 3, 2017, 6:17 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
In Memory.
"Halt the belltowers, clear the cobblestone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Build up the pyre, let the mourners come.
Let crows circle crying overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He Is Dead',
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the iron guards wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my evening rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
((Minor adjustments, but credit due: W. H. Auden "Stop all the clocks..."))
Written By Saira
May 3, 2017, 3:33 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
Written By Saira
May 3, 2017, 3:32 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Written By Saira
May 3, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(5/22/1006 AR)
It has been like this for days, ever since she arrived in Arx. Half remembered dreams dance on the fringes of her consciousness, taunting her with something beautiful before abandoning her in the dead of night with the feeling as if half her soul has been torn asunder. She knows it is not real, whatever it is, but the pain it brings is real, causing her chest to ache as if caught within the constricting hand of a stone giant, as if her heart is attempting to tell her something her mind flatly refuses to accept.
Might it be merely homesickness?
Might it be something else?
'Dreams. All dreams. Figments of the mind that represent what we wish we were, or had, or could be. Perhaps I am just terrified of being here alone.'
Abandoning the posture her etiquette instructor taught her to sleep in, ("Flat on your back, hands at your sides"), she rolls onto her front, pressing her face into the cool silk of her pillowcase. Drawing in a deep breath, she releases it in a controlled exhale, feeling the fierce, inexplicable grief ebbing almost as fast as it has struck her. The barely recalled shades of memories dissipate like ash on the wind, dreams retreating back into the unfathomable depth of her subconscious, leaving pure relief in their wake.
She really must stop reading before bed.
Written By Titania
May 3, 2017, 2:27 p.m.(5/22/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
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