Written By Bethany
Jan. 17, 2017, 3:14 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeremiah
He that turns the puns into social and political commentary. The one that chases the Faith with a lengthy disquisition to explore the laws of the Compact.
I am flummoxed by J.
I am flummoxed by J.
Written By Calandra
Jan. 17, 2017, 2:53 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
A Princess who seems close to Prince Luca. She seems like a pleasant woman and offered to let me sing at one of the Northern Lords events.
Written By Jeremiah
Jan. 17, 2017, 2:30 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)
[A lengthy, thirty-page paper entered into the Journals under the title of 'Balance Between Faith and Compact.' It is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand. Some of the text follows:
""While within a demense, one must obey all laws set by the demense's lord. This is the fidelity between Limerance and Gild."-The Third Law of Limerance.
This is one shield and defense some have taken to using against the Faith's division of the realm(I warned myself against this division, and others--I still do. It was poorly chosen). The other is to attack the man himself--poor arguments in many cases, and ones worth considering(but without evidence) in others. Both attempts are wrong--but I am a servant of the Compact and the Law. Gods and Spirits compel me to write on this first misuse.
Scholars, patriots, priests, and Kings wiser than me have considered the Law of Limerance against the what some have phrased as imperatives(of various sorts)--morality, according to them, is determined by beliefs which you may reasonable expect all to follow. I do not argue against the Third Law of Limerance--it is the core of the Compact. I argue against a defense which wishes to make the Faith toothless and powerless while hiding behind it.
The laws of any domain are made by men--to be within another's demesne is to follow and obey laws of Men. To say that it is always, totally, and completely moral to obey the laws of any demesne purely because of the this Article of Faith? It is foolish. We accept the laws of other powers--they are equal within the Compact, legally. We do not accept that they are equal morally, nor before the Faith.
I introduce one Baron Josiah Alvar--a modest landholder in the Crownlands(he does not exist--bear with me). He has three laws: those that enter into his domain and use their left hand to eat or drink are to be put to death. Any who enter into his land without his leave are to be made thralls. Any who enter into his demesne riding a horse are to give that horse to the first horseless man they come across."
The paper examines these laws at length--is it moral to expect ALL to obey any immoral law(or absurd) any man may come up with? No--to obey any domain's laws, whatever they are, may not be universally applied, for any of those laws -may- not be universally applied. "Some may. The issue at hand is the Teind--it may be moral, depending upon the execution." "Though it is a threat to the unity of the Compact," it is written, "one must stand by the laws of the heart and Faith, disobedient of temporal laws--quietly, civilly--in support of higher laws. To do otherwise--to argue otherwise--is to try and declaw and make toothless the Faith."
"Let me postface this with the confession: I have taken no grand public stand on the Teind. I would not think to criticize those that have chosen either loudly and publicly without doing so myself. I remain critically undecided. What, then, do I say to those defending themselves from charges of heresy, apostasy, and division from the Faith?
Bear the weight. Were I to proudly accept the Teind, I would proudly accept that it is Blood Magic--anathema to the Faith. This excommunication has been a long time coming. Petition Archlectors and Legates for change--do not divide us further with attempts to tear down Institutions. Beg for their molding and transformation. Stand for what you did and bear the wounds you must on behalf of it. If it is moral, if it is right, history will stand by it. Do not move." It is signed, at the end, Jeremiah Arvani.]
""While within a demense, one must obey all laws set by the demense's lord. This is the fidelity between Limerance and Gild."-The Third Law of Limerance.
This is one shield and defense some have taken to using against the Faith's division of the realm(I warned myself against this division, and others--I still do. It was poorly chosen). The other is to attack the man himself--poor arguments in many cases, and ones worth considering(but without evidence) in others. Both attempts are wrong--but I am a servant of the Compact and the Law. Gods and Spirits compel me to write on this first misuse.
Scholars, patriots, priests, and Kings wiser than me have considered the Law of Limerance against the what some have phrased as imperatives(of various sorts)--morality, according to them, is determined by beliefs which you may reasonable expect all to follow. I do not argue against the Third Law of Limerance--it is the core of the Compact. I argue against a defense which wishes to make the Faith toothless and powerless while hiding behind it.
The laws of any domain are made by men--to be within another's demesne is to follow and obey laws of Men. To say that it is always, totally, and completely moral to obey the laws of any demesne purely because of the this Article of Faith? It is foolish. We accept the laws of other powers--they are equal within the Compact, legally. We do not accept that they are equal morally, nor before the Faith.
I introduce one Baron Josiah Alvar--a modest landholder in the Crownlands(he does not exist--bear with me). He has three laws: those that enter into his domain and use their left hand to eat or drink are to be put to death. Any who enter into his land without his leave are to be made thralls. Any who enter into his demesne riding a horse are to give that horse to the first horseless man they come across."
The paper examines these laws at length--is it moral to expect ALL to obey any immoral law(or absurd) any man may come up with? No--to obey any domain's laws, whatever they are, may not be universally applied, for any of those laws -may- not be universally applied. "Some may. The issue at hand is the Teind--it may be moral, depending upon the execution." "Though it is a threat to the unity of the Compact," it is written, "one must stand by the laws of the heart and Faith, disobedient of temporal laws--quietly, civilly--in support of higher laws. To do otherwise--to argue otherwise--is to try and declaw and make toothless the Faith."
"Let me postface this with the confession: I have taken no grand public stand on the Teind. I would not think to criticize those that have chosen either loudly and publicly without doing so myself. I remain critically undecided. What, then, do I say to those defending themselves from charges of heresy, apostasy, and division from the Faith?
Bear the weight. Were I to proudly accept the Teind, I would proudly accept that it is Blood Magic--anathema to the Faith. This excommunication has been a long time coming. Petition Archlectors and Legates for change--do not divide us further with attempts to tear down Institutions. Beg for their molding and transformation. Stand for what you did and bear the wounds you must on behalf of it. If it is moral, if it is right, history will stand by it. Do not move." It is signed, at the end, Jeremiah Arvani.]
Written By Lazarus
Jan. 17, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)
The Most Holy Dominus Fawkkuhl forgets the third law of Limerance, "While within a demense, one must obey all laws set by the demense's lord. This is the fidelity between Limerance and Gild.".
For someone so close to the Gods, you think he would know that.
For someone so close to the Gods, you think he would know that.
Written By Harald
Jan. 17, 2017, 1:03 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)
The first lesson thralls learn at Grihem’s Point is what will happen, should they deny obedience. Many mainlanders have spoken I'll of my family for how we treat out subjects, because they mistake order for cruelty, and weakness for humanity.
There is an order to life in Arvum, and it does not change as much as many think, from realm to realm. The strong rule, for as long as strength and wisdom support each other. Should one of these pillars fall behind, the house teeters. Should one pillar fail, the house falls.
The lesser folk serve, for such is their lot. To pretend otherwise is delusion, nobility can not exist without the leal service of freemen and thralls. Freemen can live lives of great worth and glory, if they are strong, wise, and obedient. This is the order of law, and of life.
Another lesson we teach our thralls is that any who stir their fellows to rebellion while the longships are away, will be put to death over a number of days, for it is the blackest crime to incite revolt against our wives and children while battles are being fought.
I honor the Pantheon, as I always have. If this Dominus were truly a servant, he'd be tortured to death. But mainlanders are content to let him act like a Prince.
How strange that the least of Grimhall thralls have learned a lesson unknown to the great princes of the mainland.
There is an order to life in Arvum, and it does not change as much as many think, from realm to realm. The strong rule, for as long as strength and wisdom support each other. Should one of these pillars fall behind, the house teeters. Should one pillar fail, the house falls.
The lesser folk serve, for such is their lot. To pretend otherwise is delusion, nobility can not exist without the leal service of freemen and thralls. Freemen can live lives of great worth and glory, if they are strong, wise, and obedient. This is the order of law, and of life.
Another lesson we teach our thralls is that any who stir their fellows to rebellion while the longships are away, will be put to death over a number of days, for it is the blackest crime to incite revolt against our wives and children while battles are being fought.
I honor the Pantheon, as I always have. If this Dominus were truly a servant, he'd be tortured to death. But mainlanders are content to let him act like a Prince.
How strange that the least of Grimhall thralls have learned a lesson unknown to the great princes of the mainland.
Written By Calypso
Jan. 17, 2017, 12:57 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)
Politics are a necessary evil I hope to endure as little as possible. I keep my opinions to my self and I do my job - protecting my family and by extension, working to protect the compact.
Sometimes politics interfere with my job. And that makes me unhappy. This business with the Dominus, the Council of Regents, the Elves and their ridiculous pandering games, is starting to effect my ability to do my job. Chaos is the enemy of productivity. Don't feed the chaos.
Get it together. Someone reliable please stand up and take the Regency. I don't care who it is so long as they can reasonably handle the pressure and open the lines of communication between all the High Lords. If that 'person' is a council? Fine. Act like a unified leader.
Sometimes politics interfere with my job. And that makes me unhappy. This business with the Dominus, the Council of Regents, the Elves and their ridiculous pandering games, is starting to effect my ability to do my job. Chaos is the enemy of productivity. Don't feed the chaos.
Get it together. Someone reliable please stand up and take the Regency. I don't care who it is so long as they can reasonably handle the pressure and open the lines of communication between all the High Lords. If that 'person' is a council? Fine. Act like a unified leader.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 17, 2017, 11:20 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Where do I start?
I hate feeling useless. I became a fucking medic to help my people and spare them pain. So when there's shit I can't fix I get angry and frustrated.
I hate feeling manipulated. I can point a bunch of fingers around on that one. I'm not here to play politics, I'm here to save lives of those I care for and end the lives of those who'd take the lives of those I care for. THAT is my job. Stop getting in my way or using my research to further you own fucking ends.
I hate it when all my prejudices end up being very valid and showing up on display. There's a reason I think the way I do and I hate seeing it proven right.
I hate feeling useless. I became a fucking medic to help my people and spare them pain. So when there's shit I can't fix I get angry and frustrated.
I hate feeling manipulated. I can point a bunch of fingers around on that one. I'm not here to play politics, I'm here to save lives of those I care for and end the lives of those who'd take the lives of those I care for. THAT is my job. Stop getting in my way or using my research to further you own fucking ends.
I hate it when all my prejudices end up being very valid and showing up on display. There's a reason I think the way I do and I hate seeing it proven right.
Written By Isolde
Jan. 17, 2017, 10:53 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Well now, would you look at that...
The sun rose again today. More of a shock than other things. Maybe I'll read in the gardens today.
The sun rose again today. More of a shock than other things. Maybe I'll read in the gardens today.
Written By Saedrus
Jan. 17, 2017, 10:29 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Just when I think I have reached a point where pain could not surprise me, there is some new, boundless surge of ache that strikes. Thereafter I am lost to it all over again. A thick skin can only get you so far when you're armoured in silk.
Written By Lark
Jan. 17, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fawkuhl
Loss has been on the forefront of my mind as of late. This is the season of loss. Loss of love. Loss of freedoms once taken for granted. Loss of esteem for men and women that otherwise held it.
Loss of a parent -- The Compact lost a parent, recently. She abandoned it, throwing herself from the nest so as to shield it from danger with her own body. Though she has returned, we are forever made more independent from her by that act.
In another time after suffering a blow as the one I was struck with last night, I might not have found the strength of character to let my curtains be drawn open or to rise from my bed ...were it not for that mother's example ...were it not for my own maternal instinct, planted now in my heart.
There are those who would be poor substitutes for a parent if they could. They would harm the children they have sworn to protect, keeping them forever reliant on themselves ...for vanity that they mistake for pride ...for what selfish benefit could be gained from the post. They might cause opportunistic chaos to achieve their wicked ends.
Today when my feet touched the floor beside my bed and shifted to accommodate my weight as I stood -- I hope you felt it. I'm sure the Bringers did.
Loss of a parent -- The Compact lost a parent, recently. She abandoned it, throwing herself from the nest so as to shield it from danger with her own body. Though she has returned, we are forever made more independent from her by that act.
In another time after suffering a blow as the one I was struck with last night, I might not have found the strength of character to let my curtains be drawn open or to rise from my bed ...were it not for that mother's example ...were it not for my own maternal instinct, planted now in my heart.
There are those who would be poor substitutes for a parent if they could. They would harm the children they have sworn to protect, keeping them forever reliant on themselves ...for vanity that they mistake for pride ...for what selfish benefit could be gained from the post. They might cause opportunistic chaos to achieve their wicked ends.
Today when my feet touched the floor beside my bed and shifted to accommodate my weight as I stood -- I hope you felt it. I'm sure the Bringers did.
Written By Darren
Jan. 17, 2017, 10:05 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
It is far too easy to point fingers and cast blame.
Written By Iona
Jan. 17, 2017, 10:04 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Being a mother is never over. Nor does it get any easier.
Sure, your children age, and they leave the house. There are no more broken windows to worry about. No more yelling during the early mornings, or well-intentioned breakfasts that turn the kitchen into a battlefield and send the servants into chaos because there is lunch and dinner preparations to be done. But instead, they offer you a different set of challenges.
My life in the past few weeks reads like one of those family-focused novellas where the most implausible combination of things tumbles forth with every turn of a page. Truly, I ought to be thankful none of my daughters have found themselves pregnant outside of wedlock and the scandal that involves, but it is hard to think of it in such a way. The celebration of another life is, even at its worst, so much more pleasant than realizing how close you've come to losing a daughter. Dawn, my dear... she is far too willing to sacrifice herself for others. To think I would ever think of such a trait as a flaw. Alas. I am a mother, and she is my daughter.
But enough about matters that have been concluded. She is a Regent no more, and better yet, she is still very much alive. What truly motivated me to find my journal today... is Sammie.
Yesterday, she gathered her courage to tell me something that has bothered her for many years. To my own disgrace as a parent, I found myself pointing out all her mistakes and voicing my anger and disappointment in her. My shock, and without doubt also my fear, were on full display. It is as if I had forgotten she is just another woman, filled with flaws and the capacity to make mistakes. Nothing like the stellar reputation she has built up as the so-called Conscience of the Peers.
The more I think of it, the worse the light I see myself in. After all, are the failings of a child not the result of inadequate parenting? The fact Sammie nearly lost her life is on me for not adequately reinforcing how loved she is, and how much she matters to far too many people to name.
As a parent, I am supposed to be there for my children. Yet I was not there when they needed me, and when it came to Samantha revealing a truth I did not know, I yell at her without regard to her feelings.
Yet again I look at my own reflection, and yet again I find myself endeavouring to be a better mother.
Addendum: My dear Dawn has been excommunicated from the Faith!! The ink is not even dry yet! Dear Gods, why?
Sure, your children age, and they leave the house. There are no more broken windows to worry about. No more yelling during the early mornings, or well-intentioned breakfasts that turn the kitchen into a battlefield and send the servants into chaos because there is lunch and dinner preparations to be done. But instead, they offer you a different set of challenges.
My life in the past few weeks reads like one of those family-focused novellas where the most implausible combination of things tumbles forth with every turn of a page. Truly, I ought to be thankful none of my daughters have found themselves pregnant outside of wedlock and the scandal that involves, but it is hard to think of it in such a way. The celebration of another life is, even at its worst, so much more pleasant than realizing how close you've come to losing a daughter. Dawn, my dear... she is far too willing to sacrifice herself for others. To think I would ever think of such a trait as a flaw. Alas. I am a mother, and she is my daughter.
But enough about matters that have been concluded. She is a Regent no more, and better yet, she is still very much alive. What truly motivated me to find my journal today... is Sammie.
Yesterday, she gathered her courage to tell me something that has bothered her for many years. To my own disgrace as a parent, I found myself pointing out all her mistakes and voicing my anger and disappointment in her. My shock, and without doubt also my fear, were on full display. It is as if I had forgotten she is just another woman, filled with flaws and the capacity to make mistakes. Nothing like the stellar reputation she has built up as the so-called Conscience of the Peers.
The more I think of it, the worse the light I see myself in. After all, are the failings of a child not the result of inadequate parenting? The fact Sammie nearly lost her life is on me for not adequately reinforcing how loved she is, and how much she matters to far too many people to name.
As a parent, I am supposed to be there for my children. Yet I was not there when they needed me, and when it came to Samantha revealing a truth I did not know, I yell at her without regard to her feelings.
Yet again I look at my own reflection, and yet again I find myself endeavouring to be a better mother.
Addendum: My dear Dawn has been excommunicated from the Faith!! The ink is not even dry yet! Dear Gods, why?
Written By Anze
Jan. 17, 2017, 9:31 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
The dominus made a hard choice.
spirits go with him, I think he needs them.
spirits go with him, I think he needs them.
Written By Lydia
Jan. 17, 2017, 8:55 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
I have finally met this love of my brothers, and I must report that it is not as I feared.
She seems a truly delightful woman of good humor and generosity. I look forward to the many, many hours that we are to spend together!
She seems a truly delightful woman of good humor and generosity. I look forward to the many, many hours that we are to spend together!
Written By Dawn
Jan. 17, 2017, 7:27 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
How quickly scruples change, when alaricite is on offer, or there's a chance to play games with elves once despised and feared.
It is in poor manners to say "I told you so" but I'll do it anyway. I told you. I warned you. You ignored me. And you wonder why I felt I had to do everything myself?
It is in poor manners to say "I told you so" but I'll do it anyway. I told you. I warned you. You ignored me. And you wonder why I felt I had to do everything myself?
Written By Angelo
Jan. 17, 2017, 6:52 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I have begun courting Her Royal Highness Natalia Grayson. I am looking forward to see what our alliance will mean.
Written By Talen
Jan. 17, 2017, 6:16 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
If I see one person not bend the knee, I'll break the knee so it's perpetually bent.
Written By Magden
Jan. 17, 2017, 4:22 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)
When rats are forced to live in close proximity, sometimes their tails become entangled. The oils of their pelts, fur, dirt, the litter of their nests (twine, for example), and the flexible nature of the appendages in question contribute to a hopeless network of knots. They don't even have the leverage to turn and chew off their own tail. The only thing the increasingly desperate creatures can attack is their neighbor.
This violent and inextricable mass is called a Rat King.
Eventually, only one is left alive, and with the weight of all the corpses behind him, he is immobile.
He dies of starvation.
The End.
This violent and inextricable mass is called a Rat King.
Eventually, only one is left alive, and with the weight of all the corpses behind him, he is immobile.
He dies of starvation.
The End.
Written By Agnarr
Jan. 17, 2017, 2:55 a.m.(9/7/1005 AR)
Slightly tempting, now, to convert. Or not. Who knows.
Written By Hadrian
Jan. 17, 2017, 2:48 a.m.(9/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Inigo
Cousin
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