Written By Waldemai
Feb. 4, 2017, 11:42 p.m.(11/8/1005 AR)
Went to the Fete of Champions for the show and some arm wrestling. I thought I was good back at home, but they pretty much chewed me up and spit me out here. Prince Luca Velanosa fought in the bout and then came and nearly ripped my arm out. He seemed like a good fellow. Then a woman, Zhayla, did pretty much the same. I'm going to need to do more exercising than just waving my hammer around here, I think. Welcome to the big city!
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 4, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(11/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anabelle
She's arrived with her older sister. I know that she's going to do well within the city. She's always enjoyed people and people have always enjoyed her. Where better to find oneself under those circumstances than a place with half a million people thrown together? I think she will do well, though I can imagine her sister will have to rein her in from time to time. It is my sincere hope that she can find her place within the court and do what she enjoys.
I've already borne witness to her past habits forming within the city already. She truly does love to surround herself with people. Good for her. I am sure she'll be a delight for them as much as she expects them to be for her.
I've already borne witness to her past habits forming within the city already. She truly does love to surround herself with people. Good for her. I am sure she'll be a delight for them as much as she expects them to be for her.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 4, 2017, 10:32 p.m.(11/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
An unexpected face to find in Arx. I imagine she sought to surprise me with her presence, since she didn't send word ahead. I may have stepped away from my family in order to take on the duty of protecting His Majesty, but that does not defeat the fact that it is good to see an old face from my youth in the city. She has done well by her House and I'm certain that she will be the bright hope for it. She has lost none of her confidence and self-assurance. I'm proud to see that she's taken to her role as Marquessa with such aptitude.
I am confident that she will lead her family resolutely forward with a steady hand, wisdom, and her own brand of charm. She brought her younger sister with her as well. I'm sure I'll be hearing their names regularly now. I wish them the best of luck and pray that they will do right by the people of Arx.
I am confident that she will lead her family resolutely forward with a steady hand, wisdom, and her own brand of charm. She brought her younger sister with her as well. I'm sure I'll be hearing their names regularly now. I wish them the best of luck and pray that they will do right by the people of Arx.
Written By Isolde
Feb. 4, 2017, 9:12 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
I found Elysia in your eyes, the Abyss in your absence. My world brightens by your existence, even if my destiny takes me elsewhere.
You're still pretty all right, though. I guess.
*some of the ink is smudged, as if drops of water dotted it before the ink dried completely. It's left like that.*
You're still pretty all right, though. I guess.
*some of the ink is smudged, as if drops of water dotted it before the ink dried completely. It's left like that.*
Written By Darren
Feb. 4, 2017, 8:33 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Not all stories end in happily ever after. Some simply come to an end. But we will forever cherish the story we wrote, even if we wish that the end didn't have to come.
Written By Tristram
Feb. 4, 2017, 7:49 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Young. Eager. Optimistic. Nervous around nobles but, nevertheless, determined to succeed; I saw him practicing while wounded. I think he's going to be good for the Iron Guard.
Written By Tristram
Feb. 4, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Luna
Look out for this one, she's special--spiritual and joyful, determined to make the world happy alongside her bear Reinhardt. I think she might succeed, at that.
Written By Tristram
Feb. 4, 2017, 7:47 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
The Shield of the Compact has changed, and I am changing with it. No longer concerned so much with intelligence gathering, we're going to be dealing with tactics and fighting. Looking forward to Ansel's practice. We'll see how well we work together, and hopefully, my ability with the bow will help us develop better fighting tactics. Aside from that, I met the most delightful woman, a girl named Luna who has a pet bear and is determined to entertain and bring joy despite the fact that so many are sad. I admire that spirit!
Written By Luna
Feb. 4, 2017, 7:29 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Day 1 in the City of Arx
-Guards wouldn't let Reinhardt into the city. Something about paperwork and safety of the civilians. My dear Reinhardt is a prince among bears! They should be so lucky!
-Guards wouldn't let Reinhardt into the city. Something about paperwork and safety of the civilians. My dear Reinhardt is a prince among bears! They should be so lucky!
Written By Aksel
Feb. 4, 2017, 6:26 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
The Spirits guide me, there is so much to understand that I do not know quite where to begin.
Fortunately my part in this is easy: for Nightgold, I am to be pointed at our enemy and see it done.
Fortunately my part in this is easy: for Nightgold, I am to be pointed at our enemy and see it done.
Written By Valery
Feb. 4, 2017, 5:38 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Why does everybody keep asking me if I'm getting married?
Written By Dmitry
Feb. 4, 2017, 5:10 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
The leader we need.
Written By Bethany
Feb. 4, 2017, 4:04 p.m.(11/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lyiana
Oh ... it's gorgeous.
Written By Julea
Feb. 4, 2017, 12:02 p.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
So close. I think that's about the closest I've ever come to beating you. You're getting faster though and you still hit like an ox.
Written By Valencia
Feb. 4, 2017, 11:58 a.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
It is interesting that some preach about a virtue and yet find it so very hard to demonstrate it.
This is not a condemnation. Just an observation. I suppose that it is a very human thing to do.
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This is not a condemnation. Just an observation. I suppose that it is a very human thing to do.
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Written By Percephon
Feb. 4, 2017, 11:42 a.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
A true friend. One who isn't afraid to speak her mind, and will not let the heat of an argument linger long. Not only is she remarkably resourceful, willing to delve into the most odd of investigations, but she has proven her worth as someone to trust.
Written By Percephon
Feb. 4, 2017, 11:38 a.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
A stalwart companion on our trip to the Grove. She had nothing but respect for our journey, and her ability to translate, along with Monique, proved invaluable. While I did not witness it, her sharpness with the bow was most useful. I only hope she understands that the... incident with the mushrooms was not my typical behavior.
Written By Cicero
Feb. 4, 2017, 9:52 a.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
A spar with a bet.
Should I lose? Readers suffer.
Well, a little more.
Should I lose? Readers suffer.
Well, a little more.
Written By Calliope
Feb. 4, 2017, 7:42 a.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Thankfully, he didn't take me up on my 'offer'. What a complicated, odd interaction I seem to have with the Highlord. It's becoming less intimidating and more direct each time, and I think it will end up being quite beneficial. Hopefully both ways.
Written By Julea
Feb. 4, 2017, 7:02 a.m.(11/6/1005 AR)
The Making of a Smith
When I was young, having just past my eighth winter, my mother left me with my father, who I had never met. Among a people I did not know, traditions and customs I could not fathom. She abandoned me and I have not seen her since.
So-my-father-who-was-not raised me, and I saw none of me reflected in his visage. He was typical of the north, gruff, with striking red hair and light skin that had a splattering of freckles. If he knew I was not his, he never voiced it, and he treated me like I was his own. Even when there was tantrum after tantrum of me demanding to see my mother, calling him everything but Father, he still did not cast me out.
It is never easy, being uprooted from everything you know, and deposited among strangers. And in hindsight, looking back, it is easy to see that I was something of a brat. The other children in the village were quick to mock me for my strange accent, my foreign looks, my height. Everything about me became something to poke fun of. And I learned to fend off their taunts with barbed insults that were oh so much sharper, that cut that much deeper. And they quickly learned to keep their distance.
When I demanded to be taught how to Smith, he refused. I kept asking. He kept saying no. We were both equally stubborn and it became a daily request. Realising that it wasn't going to work, one day, while he was visiting Whitehold, I decided to give it a shot. I'd spent many hours watching him, how hard could it be, thought my nine-year-old-self. Turns out, pretty fucking hard, and it was Takruid that responded to my high pitched scream. Him that immediately dunked my arm in water and called for the healer and consoled me until my Father returned. I think he blamed Tak for it, as he was charged with keeping an eye out for me, but it was not his fault. Would of done it anyways. Not much the butcher could of done to stop me.
And I think my Father was so terrified that I'd do it again, he finally agreed. But not till I turned ten. And so, that is how I came to be a smith. And we started lessons when I was nine and three quarters. I have never been very patient.
When I was young, having just past my eighth winter, my mother left me with my father, who I had never met. Among a people I did not know, traditions and customs I could not fathom. She abandoned me and I have not seen her since.
So-my-father-who-was-not raised me, and I saw none of me reflected in his visage. He was typical of the north, gruff, with striking red hair and light skin that had a splattering of freckles. If he knew I was not his, he never voiced it, and he treated me like I was his own. Even when there was tantrum after tantrum of me demanding to see my mother, calling him everything but Father, he still did not cast me out.
It is never easy, being uprooted from everything you know, and deposited among strangers. And in hindsight, looking back, it is easy to see that I was something of a brat. The other children in the village were quick to mock me for my strange accent, my foreign looks, my height. Everything about me became something to poke fun of. And I learned to fend off their taunts with barbed insults that were oh so much sharper, that cut that much deeper. And they quickly learned to keep their distance.
When I demanded to be taught how to Smith, he refused. I kept asking. He kept saying no. We were both equally stubborn and it became a daily request. Realising that it wasn't going to work, one day, while he was visiting Whitehold, I decided to give it a shot. I'd spent many hours watching him, how hard could it be, thought my nine-year-old-self. Turns out, pretty fucking hard, and it was Takruid that responded to my high pitched scream. Him that immediately dunked my arm in water and called for the healer and consoled me until my Father returned. I think he blamed Tak for it, as he was charged with keeping an eye out for me, but it was not his fault. Would of done it anyways. Not much the butcher could of done to stop me.
And I think my Father was so terrified that I'd do it again, he finally agreed. But not till I turned ten. And so, that is how I came to be a smith. And we started lessons when I was nine and three quarters. I have never been very patient.
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