Written By Percephon
April 4, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(3/19/1006 AR)
It's a time of reflection. The siege makes us face the realities of our future. For me, it has now been just over a year since I arrived in Arx, and in but a few days, I'll be another year older. There have been such peaks and valleys during my time here, with scars that will never be seen that I shall keep with me always. Experiences I never thought I'd have. But the one universal truth that has emerged is the loyalty of friendship, as true as any hardened steel the best blacksmith might make. I will forever be thankful for the tried and true friends such as Alis, Fiachra, Eirlys and Ansel, and I look forward to the experiments in relationships with new people to see if they shall emerge from the flames into friendship.
And it is in this that I am resolute we have not seen the last of our days with the enemies at our gates. They might be things out of nightmares we thought never existed, wield magic we thought was nothing but imagination... but we posses an inner strength that will have our own heroes rise as if they were from the pages of our storybooks. Without doubt, we will lose those close to us, and it will be as somber victory, but from this we will emerge stronger for it.
And it is in this that I am resolute we have not seen the last of our days with the enemies at our gates. They might be things out of nightmares we thought never existed, wield magic we thought was nothing but imagination... but we posses an inner strength that will have our own heroes rise as if they were from the pages of our storybooks. Without doubt, we will lose those close to us, and it will be as somber victory, but from this we will emerge stronger for it.
Written By Ann
April 4, 2017, 11:32 p.m.(3/19/1006 AR)
Document the seventh:
1 Drunk
2 Getting Drunk
3 But 2 are not Drunk
1 Alone
These hours are hours where I am alive. There are others who cannot say the same. Some of them, still living.
1 Drunk
2 Getting Drunk
3 But 2 are not Drunk
1 Alone
These hours are hours where I am alive. There are others who cannot say the same. Some of them, still living.
Written By Joscelin
April 4, 2017, 9:47 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
Mark my words, if any one is over-charging or price-gouging the supplies we as a city helped put together, I don't have to threaten you with dire consequences.
Your reputation and your actions during this siege will be remembered by the people you live with, the people you need to buy your wares during peace-time just as much as during a war, the same people who might call you kin, or neighbor, or ally. Your business will not survive if everyone remembers how you raised your prices and sold your goods to businesses that would turn it into something -other- than foodstuffs. For example: selling your grain to a distillery instead of a miller.
In the end, your money will amount to shit and it will run out in the aftermath as you spend it on body guards, security, and bribes to keep yourself safe.
It won't work, though. Silver is finite, you will run out without a source of income and you will not find it here in Arx if you let greed win out over compassion.
We need to work together. That's the only way any of us will get through this whole and hale.
Your reputation and your actions during this siege will be remembered by the people you live with, the people you need to buy your wares during peace-time just as much as during a war, the same people who might call you kin, or neighbor, or ally. Your business will not survive if everyone remembers how you raised your prices and sold your goods to businesses that would turn it into something -other- than foodstuffs. For example: selling your grain to a distillery instead of a miller.
In the end, your money will amount to shit and it will run out in the aftermath as you spend it on body guards, security, and bribes to keep yourself safe.
It won't work, though. Silver is finite, you will run out without a source of income and you will not find it here in Arx if you let greed win out over compassion.
We need to work together. That's the only way any of us will get through this whole and hale.
Written By Merek
April 4, 2017, 9:20 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
Account of 1005.
Traveled and traded, making weapons as well as armour for people. Even went to Arx for a month to assist with some Mercantile needs, but I wasn't there to remain. Went to the Oathlands, Blancbier, Lenosia, Gemecitta, and Tor, even taking wagons to the east. Met many people on these travels, but mainly kept with the Merchants I was assigned, and Knights of Solace that protected them. Learned a bit about culture and flora as well as fauna. My interest in the apothecary combined with metalsmithing to work my blades with different fashions came from that. It also has me interested in different things that could be made with what most people call alchemy, which is work with chemicals as well as perfumes. Very interesting subject!
Traveled and traded, making weapons as well as armour for people. Even went to Arx for a month to assist with some Mercantile needs, but I wasn't there to remain. Went to the Oathlands, Blancbier, Lenosia, Gemecitta, and Tor, even taking wagons to the east. Met many people on these travels, but mainly kept with the Merchants I was assigned, and Knights of Solace that protected them. Learned a bit about culture and flora as well as fauna. My interest in the apothecary combined with metalsmithing to work my blades with different fashions came from that. It also has me interested in different things that could be made with what most people call alchemy, which is work with chemicals as well as perfumes. Very interesting subject!
Written By Calaudrin
April 4, 2017, 8:56 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
I miss the days when murder was just murder and when dead people stayed dead. I'm a simple man. Is that really too much to ask for?
Written By Merek
April 4, 2017, 8:07 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
I have promised to assist many citizens, ever since that small riot. And I intend to keep my promises, as such I have decided to open a small fund in the name of all Thirteen of the Pantheon, and have placed more than a few prayers to Gild. I will likely be collecting assistance into this fund, whether it's silver or food, in the hopes that these people will not go hungry. Since the incident I heard about at the Cathedral, it's definitely important that we calm the trade within. People need to ration, and share amongst themselves. If we can manage to come together, then even with the siege, we shall want for nothing, with the Pantheon on our side.
Written By Agnarr
April 4, 2017, 7:44 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
Don't think I've seen a good drawing-and-quartering in a while.
Written By Armel
April 4, 2017, 4:23 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
to whomever has forced us to these actions and mailed me this insult:
You will be found.
You will be dragged before me.
I will make you wish for death and beg the God's forgiveness.
And then you will die, and I shall cast your corpse from the walls toward Brand, to tell him /exactly/ what I think of him and his tactics.
Make you burn for all eternity for this.
You will be found.
You will be dragged before me.
I will make you wish for death and beg the God's forgiveness.
And then you will die, and I shall cast your corpse from the walls toward Brand, to tell him /exactly/ what I think of him and his tactics.
Make you burn for all eternity for this.
Written By Eirene
April 4, 2017, 1:44 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
I had to write today about posting guards over our recent dead to prevent them bring brought back to life and attacking us.
Fuck. You. Whomever you are.
We will find you. And we will see you hang for this. It's one thing to attack the living and wound them, it's another to profane the dead by setting them on the living. That pisses me off. As in I can't even comprehend how angry that makes me. They gave their lives to defend us and then some shit goes and raises them with unholy magic?
So much rage. Don't let me get to them; I'll do more than hang the bastard...
Fuck. You. Whomever you are.
We will find you. And we will see you hang for this. It's one thing to attack the living and wound them, it's another to profane the dead by setting them on the living. That pisses me off. As in I can't even comprehend how angry that makes me. They gave their lives to defend us and then some shit goes and raises them with unholy magic?
So much rage. Don't let me get to them; I'll do more than hang the bastard...
Written By Luna
April 4, 2017, 10:06 a.m.(3/17/1006 AR)
we lay down in the riverbed
rest in the silhouettes our fathers and mothers laid before
restless souls in the desert sand
dream of another land that heroes and villians claimed before
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we came up with the fire light
raised in the black of night
falling like angels to the floor
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are.
so hold me down
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
rest in the silhouettes our fathers and mothers laid before
restless souls in the desert sand
dream of another land that heroes and villians claimed before
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we came up with the fire light
raised in the black of night
falling like angels to the floor
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are.
so hold me down
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
we are kings and queens and vagabonds
Written By Serafine
April 3, 2017, 8:17 p.m.(3/16/1006 AR)
Panicked young men who are equal parts excited and anxious and terrified are one of life's great joys to watch.
I know, laughing isn't a nice thing to do but I can't help it.
Alright, now I'm just giggling.
I know, laughing isn't a nice thing to do but I can't help it.
Alright, now I'm just giggling.
Written By Aureth
April 3, 2017, 4:06 p.m.(3/16/1006 AR)
So like I said before, I'm a city boy. But I've ridden a boat before. I'm not a sailor and I never will have Magpie's hand at it, for example, but I can stand on the deck of a ship without falling over. The river and the sea are both a part of our lives in this city, and a part of our trade. The rotted sea life stink of the tide pools, the sweeter tang of salt, the fresh smell of rain, the sweetness of cold water on the tongue -- it matters.
There's something about wind on your skin, in your face, that feels and tastes like freedom. Not the freedom that Skald offers, the freedom to choose and the freedom to be, but a different kind: a freedom to go, a freedom to _escape_. It's that same wildness that, I think, we try to harness when we drink the wine. I asked around, why Mangata gets all the booze, and sure ... sure, it's all liquid, like the water, like the waves, but I don't think it's only that.
Water and sun. That's life.
And lately, when I look into the sky, I think about what it would be like without it. Without the heat and life of the sun. A thousand years without sunlight. What would that be like?
Mangata, Lady of the Sea and Sky, this is my prayer to you: may I never take your gifts for granted. Let me live on under the sky, and taste the freedom in your air, and never let it go.
There's something about wind on your skin, in your face, that feels and tastes like freedom. Not the freedom that Skald offers, the freedom to choose and the freedom to be, but a different kind: a freedom to go, a freedom to _escape_. It's that same wildness that, I think, we try to harness when we drink the wine. I asked around, why Mangata gets all the booze, and sure ... sure, it's all liquid, like the water, like the waves, but I don't think it's only that.
Water and sun. That's life.
And lately, when I look into the sky, I think about what it would be like without it. Without the heat and life of the sun. A thousand years without sunlight. What would that be like?
Mangata, Lady of the Sea and Sky, this is my prayer to you: may I never take your gifts for granted. Let me live on under the sky, and taste the freedom in your air, and never let it go.
Written By Driskell
April 3, 2017, 12:56 p.m.(3/16/1006 AR)
If only more understood that the great wheel requires each cog to be in its place lest the machinations slip and we stop moving forward towards progress. If only everyone understood that this isn't the first time the wheel has spun around.
At any rate, I'm thankful for the increased presence of the Inquisition. They have a thankless job.
At any rate, I'm thankful for the increased presence of the Inquisition. They have a thankless job.
Written By Eirene
April 3, 2017, 11:23 a.m.(3/16/1006 AR)
Always nice to go kill things. People know me for my skill as a surgeon and rightly so, but even I can lop the head off a Shav in the midst of a battle.
I really needed that. Blood on my hands that wasn't a comrades.
I really needed that. Blood on my hands that wasn't a comrades.
Written By Percephon
April 3, 2017, 9:23 a.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
For a couple of reasons, my time here in Arx has left me soured on the thought of marriage. Despite this jaded bias, there was one that I have been looking forward to: the union of Fiachra and Alis, two who are as much like family to me as Ansel is. A small part of me is quite thankful that there will be two services, even if the one in Sanctum will be overly long on ceremony. Yet, the words of the shaman ritual I witnessed last week left me much to dwell on. Things that should be important to us all, and a reminder of why we will overcome these obstacles before us: a solid foundation of trust, a bright future, the blessings of friends and family. For these two? It is simply right, and I wish them many happy years to come.
Written By Ainsley
April 3, 2017, 8:40 a.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Rumor has it my favorite cousin proposed to you.
Written By Ainsley
April 3, 2017, 8:39 a.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
- Cabbage, chopped and cooked but still crunch.
- Alejandra, chasing leaves or butterflies like she's a puppy.
- That feeling when I finally win a fight against an opponent I've never beaten before.
- That feeling when I still lose and know I have to continue honing myself.
- The gleam of a sword, freshly cleaned.
- That warm feeling that comes with giving someone a gift.
- Removing my armor for the first time after wearing it for an entire day.
- The warm waters of The Grotto on cold days.
- Alejandra, chasing leaves or butterflies like she's a puppy.
- That feeling when I finally win a fight against an opponent I've never beaten before.
- That feeling when I still lose and know I have to continue honing myself.
- The gleam of a sword, freshly cleaned.
- That warm feeling that comes with giving someone a gift.
- Removing my armor for the first time after wearing it for an entire day.
- The warm waters of The Grotto on cold days.
Written By Merek
April 3, 2017, 2:38 a.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
It was quite the crowd, which had gathered around in the Upper Boroughs. From people that came from the Lowers, to people called the place home, it seemed many were worried about the Bringers. Umay did an excellent job with quelling panic, as did others. A riot did manage to come from it all though, and together us folks were able to keep that from getting worse. I am hopeful that the donations I'll be providing will help them all. I am just satisfied that no one was hurt by more than potatoes. It seems with them quelled, it will be easier to guide people to safety, and allow folk from the Lowers back into the city, away from where the Seawatch Gate has caused so much worry.
Written By Ann
April 3, 2017, 2:07 a.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Document the sixth:
1 handsome man
2 star-crossed lovers
3 glasses of whisky (finally!)
4 thoughts crossed my mind
... I wonder, if such a thing were possible to be done in secret, do I dare to do it?
... well, of course I do! I'm Ann Effing Redrain!
1 handsome man
2 star-crossed lovers
3 glasses of whisky (finally!)
4 thoughts crossed my mind
... I wonder, if such a thing were possible to be done in secret, do I dare to do it?
... well, of course I do! I'm Ann Effing Redrain!
Written By Harmon
April 3, 2017, 12:50 a.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
These sigils make me scream. I know they have secrets, meanings that are right there for the taking yet for all my knowledge I am still unequipped to understand. What is it about immortality that warps/enhances/changes/SOMETHING your eyes so? I find myself unable to talk of anything else. I was never good at smalltalk anyways. Words too tiny for my clumsy lips to speak. I am more comfortable with the skull of a monster than having to make conversation with others. People terrify me. Monsters just... are.
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