Written By Agnarr
Dec. 30, 2016, 7:12 p.m.(7/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Gian
Written By Mirari
Dec. 30, 2016, 6:15 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Written By Alarie
Dec. 30, 2016, 5:19 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Written By Percephon
Dec. 30, 2016, 5 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Written By Ida
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:58 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
I think it's almost as enjoyable seeing someone else discover the wonders of the Hall for the first time as it is to see it that first time yourself.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:58 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
'Tis difficult, I find, offering verse on demand -
thoughts to words, pen in hand.
(written quickly else they disappear
unfortunate and suddenly, I fear)
They flee, erased - as swift as tides clear the sand.
Written By Ida
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:48 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
I have considered perhaps doing a bit of something to the back room of the shop. Make it a little less just-storage and a little more usable. Somewhere to keep those wonderful treats Matron Teldra is so kind to basket up for me.
I have a bunch of, "I should"s on my to-do list that I really should be better at pursuing. Soon, maybe.
Written By Rymarr
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:45 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
Written By Rymarr
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:43 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
The Lord may not have liked that I had to pommel it twice to get it to stop harassing me during the battle. I am uncertain.
Written By Rymarr
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:41 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristram
He seems a good sort and will do his House proud during the dark times on the horizon, I suspect.
Written By Dante
Dec. 30, 2016, 1:19 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2016, 10:47 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2016, 10:45 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
I'm not insulting those fine gents doing training drills. That's good shit. Keep throwing more and more bizarre scenarios in as that is what real combat is like; it's hectic, painful, and you're never sure what's really going on until it's over and you're dead or they are.
Spent the night in company of other veterans of things none of us are happy to have lived through sharing stories of fucked up shit and trying to make sense of it.
Really need to host a soldier's night so we can -all- get those stories out in the open for good or ill.
Count Max can pay for the booze this time.
Written By Pietro
Dec. 30, 2016, 8:55 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
We fought teamed up in the training center at Prince Tristram's event last night. It was exhilarating and Glory performed beautifully. We were victorious in a hard training match against challenging men. My only regret is permitting my new friend Killian to take so many blows that were meant for me.
Written By Aislin
Dec. 30, 2016, 5:15 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
To my family and close friends: I'm so sorry.
(Though, of course, I'm not going to change my behavior.)
Written By Serafine
Dec. 30, 2016, 3:29 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
She moves with pride and the swagger of some cheeky predator, her face as expressive and as easy to read as any book. Sometimes.
Other times, she's a walking mystery. And I've only just begun to learn about her.
More. I wish to know more.
Written By Killian
Dec. 30, 2016, 1:55 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)
The gambit paid off, this time, in that it opened a weakness for Lord Pietro to devastatingly exploid, but I fear that my defense of my ally crumbled in that moment as I was overwhelmed in my recklessness. Thankfully, it was enough to knock Sir Rymarr to his knees even as Prince Tristram's arrow finished my ability to continue..and nearly knocked me senseless. Lord Pietro was able however to press the attack against the now defenderless archer and finish the bout victorious.
I do take some small pride in that Lord Pietro was practically untouched, and entirely untouched before I fell..but I shall not so recklessly risk myself and thus my ally again. A lesson learned indeed, and one I must be thankful to Prince Tristram for the opportunity to gain in training rather than when lives were at stake.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 30, 2016, 1:17 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)
'Tis thus the story goes -
A warrior bold, with spurs of gold
Went forth to meet his foes.
But 'ere before he went -
He sang a song of old,
An' upon a knee he bent.
To please his lady love,
Before he travelled away -
(But 'tween you and I,
th' voice made children cry)
So, out the door she shoved.
While down the road he rode,
He sang tribute to her eyes -
When steed from bordeom slowed
He waxed lyrical 'pon her --
( No more, no more. Despite my melody, the lyrics are awful. )
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 30, 2016, 12:15 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)
What is so damn funny? It needs to be long enough. LENGTH MATTERS. Otherwise it won't fit and she'll get it in the eyes-
WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY? STOP LAUGHING.
Written By Donrai
Dec. 29, 2016, 11:08 p.m.(7/9/1005 AR)
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