Written By Lark
Jan. 28, 2017, 3:11 p.m.(10/14/1005 AR)
What happens to a pawn when it makes it to the other side of the board?
Written By Jasher
Jan. 28, 2017, 2:42 p.m.(10/14/1005 AR)
Donrai is dead, murdered along with two of his guards by an assassin. Or maybe more than one.
Dagon was heir and claimed the title of High Lord but was challenged and lost.
Now, House Thrax stands united behind High Lord Victus, our blades ready. We will find out who killed Donrai and take the appropriate action.
Dagon was heir and claimed the title of High Lord but was challenged and lost.
Now, House Thrax stands united behind High Lord Victus, our blades ready. We will find out who killed Donrai and take the appropriate action.
Written By Dominique
Jan. 28, 2017, 2:19 p.m.(10/14/1005 AR)
The study of Floriography and flowers. Nightshade is deadly. The toxin is know to cause bizarre delirium and hallucinations... perhaps feeling of love. Love or Delirium may be the same thing. I haven't experienced either, so I wouldn't know first hand. This is why you do not trust flowers.
Written By Belladonna
Jan. 28, 2017, 1:59 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donrai
I cannot believe it, but I think that denial is part of the coping process.
I wish I had seen you one last time.
I wish I had seen you one last time.
Written By Tristram
Jan. 28, 2017, 1:11 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
If it were not for Sophie, I would have made more mistakes. Alis is great; Edain is a leader worthy of the title, but it is my cousin Sophie that keeps me grounded.
Written By Tristram
Jan. 28, 2017, 1:10 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassius
Cassius is a stalwart Knight of Solace, with more strength than I think he gives himself credit for. I hope I can, in some small way, ease the burden he carries with him.
Written By Tristram
Jan. 28, 2017, 1:09 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
I had decided to take this week off, for the most part. It's not that I don't still work--I have meetings, we talk, we try to fix things, more meetings, etcetera. But no asking for support, no real *pushing*, because--well--the project I'd been working on since the Assembly was completed; I finished the last volume (for now at least, though undoubtedly, there shall be more); etc. Yet I still find myself trying. I met with Isolde yesterday--she seemed, of all things, lonely; especially with Esera missing. All I need is a target, and we'll get her back--but that's a meaningless comfort, I think. She follows the Thirteenth. In fact, she's the Thirteenth's most public and obvious follower. Yet she's estranged, she's pushed out. I recall a notice early on as to why--an educational bit in the Shrine she gave that was pretty out there. Looking back on it I'm not sure if she was altogether wrong.
Written By Bethany
Jan. 28, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Change comes from within.
Change occurs when you try to be what you are versus what you are not.
Change does not take place through a coercive attempt by the individual or by another person to change them, but it does take place if one takes the time and effort to be what they are -- to be fully invested in their current positions. By rejecting the role, we make meaningful and orderly change possible.
Change occurs when you try to be what you are versus what you are not.
Change does not take place through a coercive attempt by the individual or by another person to change them, but it does take place if one takes the time and effort to be what they are -- to be fully invested in their current positions. By rejecting the role, we make meaningful and orderly change possible.
Written By Margot
Jan. 28, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
An age has ended. Donrai Thrax is dead.
As his ward, Donrai held my lands in his care and now, given I have reached an age of majority it is time for a Tyde to sit in Tydehall once more. And so today I formally take back my place, as Dutchess of the Tydelands.
And on this day further, to assure the Compact that there will be no repeating of the days of your, I swear the Tydelands in support of Prince Dagon's succession to the throne. May his rule be filled with victories, the blood of our enemies, and demonstrate the might of the Mourning Isles united rather than divided.
Duchess Margot Tyde.
As his ward, Donrai held my lands in his care and now, given I have reached an age of majority it is time for a Tyde to sit in Tydehall once more. And so today I formally take back my place, as Dutchess of the Tydelands.
And on this day further, to assure the Compact that there will be no repeating of the days of your, I swear the Tydelands in support of Prince Dagon's succession to the throne. May his rule be filled with victories, the blood of our enemies, and demonstrate the might of the Mourning Isles united rather than divided.
Duchess Margot Tyde.
Written By Fiachra
Jan. 28, 2017, 12:40 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Some would say that as a heathen prodigal, I don't know what honour is. I knew what it was when I was but an Abandoned woodsman, fighting to protect my clan and my home. I know what it is now, having come to Arx to offer my skills and talents in service of the Compact in general and the Oathlands in particular.
A sickness has fallen over the land. It's going to take a great effort to root it out and destroy it. Our future is at stake, as well as the lives of everyone and everything in Arvum. I fight for all; those of the Faith, those of shamanistic beliefs like myself, and yes, even for those Abandoned who still choose to live apart. Not so long ago, I was one of them, after all. I fight because not only is it the right thing to do, it is the honourable thing to do.
There is too much at stake to be distracted by greed, narcissism, or one of many other things that shouldn't matter right now.
A sickness has fallen over the land. It's going to take a great effort to root it out and destroy it. Our future is at stake, as well as the lives of everyone and everything in Arvum. I fight for all; those of the Faith, those of shamanistic beliefs like myself, and yes, even for those Abandoned who still choose to live apart. Not so long ago, I was one of them, after all. I fight because not only is it the right thing to do, it is the honourable thing to do.
There is too much at stake to be distracted by greed, narcissism, or one of many other things that shouldn't matter right now.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 28, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donrai
The old bastard is dead. It's something I thought couldn't happen. I regret never speaking to him; the man was a master of the cutting remark and the scathing glare. He said more with a snide retort than others could in eloquent praise going on for pages worth. They're cutting us down one by one until only unbloodied children and greenhands are left. Fuck all if I let them take me without a fight...
I doubt I'm going to sleep anytime soon.
I doubt I'm going to sleep anytime soon.
Written By Drea
Jan. 28, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Devastation. I have cried for several days at what has happened. It has taken me some time to pull myself together and just be. I can't let events like this pull me down or make me lose focus. It is hard though, but I know deep down inside this is what someone or some-thing wants. I won't give them that satisfaction. I've resolved myself to restore and renew, healing can still be done!
Written By Lydia
Jan. 28, 2017, 8:31 a.m.(10/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
The duel is fought and won.
She fought wonderfully, as I knew that she would. I've seen her in the practice ring enough to know that her position is well earned. Hopefully, this victory will also push all the naysayers back to choosing proper champions to defend them in their duels.
She fought wonderfully, as I knew that she would. I've seen her in the practice ring enough to know that her position is well earned. Hopefully, this victory will also push all the naysayers back to choosing proper champions to defend them in their duels.
Written By Sigurd
Jan. 28, 2017, 3:45 a.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
Sleep comes slow tonight, as it does so often these days. The days are filled with tales of monsters and treachery and intrigue, and the nights are filled with worry.
Worry about what tomorrow brings. Worry about things slipping out of our grasp. Or is it that they already have? Worry about seeing another dawn.
What is truth? What is a lie? What can we do to even tell the difference? Would that matter?
And most of all, they are filled with the fear of loss. Those already lost. Those in danger of being taken. Those will are even now being put in danger.
The comfort is next to me. The peace is offered. But the thoughts remain, etched into me like a knife across granite. Shallow now, but if they continue...
Worry about what tomorrow brings. Worry about things slipping out of our grasp. Or is it that they already have? Worry about seeing another dawn.
What is truth? What is a lie? What can we do to even tell the difference? Would that matter?
And most of all, they are filled with the fear of loss. Those already lost. Those in danger of being taken. Those will are even now being put in danger.
The comfort is next to me. The peace is offered. But the thoughts remain, etched into me like a knife across granite. Shallow now, but if they continue...
Written By Denica
Jan. 28, 2017, 2:57 a.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
Everything hinges on every moment. I can feel time ticking on as I lay in bed. I've snuffed the lamp countless times, only to stare at the black ceiling of my bed's canopy. I wish I were staring at true stars, not the bits of beads that approximate them.
I wish I were far from here. But I don't want to be anywhere but here.
These paradoxes are cyclical, and I feel I cannot escape them, not tonight. For if I sleep, I mightn't again wake. Is that from the madness of a depleted mind, or is that paranoia well reasoned?
I need the cold air upon my face, icy salt water, piercing wind. But I can't so much as leave my covers.
Please, whomever is listening: let me sleep, won't you?
I wish I were far from here. But I don't want to be anywhere but here.
These paradoxes are cyclical, and I feel I cannot escape them, not tonight. For if I sleep, I mightn't again wake. Is that from the madness of a depleted mind, or is that paranoia well reasoned?
I need the cold air upon my face, icy salt water, piercing wind. But I can't so much as leave my covers.
Please, whomever is listening: let me sleep, won't you?
Written By Leona
Jan. 28, 2017, 1:19 a.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
Oh, little brother. I see you, trying to turn the tables and protect me for once. Even when I don't need to be protected. But after all these years, I still love you every bit as much. I'm proud of you, with all your wine and women and shenanigans untold, I see the man you've become and I love you for it. Keep it up, brother-mine. They haven't seen anything yet.
Written By Valerius
Jan. 27, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
I’ve been given a task by my cousins that only I can accomplish. But that’s not the important part. The important thing is that, despite the task being quite necessary, I’ve no interest in doing it. I will, because I’m asked to, but I take no joy in it. No satisfaction. No pleasure.
And now, a long-time friend has been whisked away and I’m completely in the dark to why.
I’d much prefer a drink.
And now, a long-time friend has been whisked away and I’m completely in the dark to why.
I’d much prefer a drink.
Written By Felix
Jan. 27, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
You are an extremely skilled and honorable fighter. You do your House proud, Baroness Kima. May Gild watch your path and Gloria smile upon you favorably.
Written By Valerius
Jan. 27, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
I love my sisters. More than the world. More than all of the ships in the fleet, than the clothes on my back, than all of the drink I could take. More than anything. It wounds me that my family doesn’t feel the same way.
Leona might be a Champion of the King’s Own, but before that she was mine. She was my rock, my protector, and the one who watched out for me when I needed it most. When I was told she saved the future king’s life, I wasn’t even surprised.
But now it’s my chance to be her protector. Life is difficult, and often unfair, and I will do everything I can to make that a little less so for her. She already has enough to worry about.
Leona might be a Champion of the King’s Own, but before that she was mine. She was my rock, my protector, and the one who watched out for me when I needed it most. When I was told she saved the future king’s life, I wasn’t even surprised.
But now it’s my chance to be her protector. Life is difficult, and often unfair, and I will do everything I can to make that a little less so for her. She already has enough to worry about.
Written By Juliet
Jan. 27, 2017, 10:29 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
Most Radiant Selene was kind enough to offer me a standing invitation to Whisper House.
I admit, I continue to be in awe by her grace and generosity. Every time I do met her, I am humbled and reminded why she is the brightest star of House Whisper.
I admit, I continue to be in awe by her grace and generosity. Every time I do met her, I am humbled and reminded why she is the brightest star of House Whisper.
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