Written By Serafine
Dec. 28, 2016, 11:28 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
No home, no foundation. No binding connections beyond Eleyna.
What am I looking for? I'll never have what had before.
Maybe that's the real problem?
Written By Julea
Dec. 28, 2016, 9:18 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
Thunk. That graceful curved edge firmly embedded right between the eyes, but not before his machete cleaved through the throat of my father. He was the first to fall in the line of the villagers who had been rounded up to be sacrificed. My entire childhood, about to bleed into the dirt of Three Trees which is no more.
My progress didn't halt and I drew the second of the pair, the lesser of the two blades. The one my father helped me forge as a stubborn child and it was only fitting that I avenged him ... everyone, with it. I would die here. I will die here. But I was determined that I would not be the only one.
Between the acting of the immense Shav I faced and the first strike, all the interim was like a hideous nightmare. When the first blow struck, there was no time for nervous apprehensions, I was immediately swallowed up in the surge and flew at my adversary like a tiger, and Kukri my claw, striking three blows at first, following through swiftly as he staggered back. Two more and down he fell, but not for long. We met again, this time he was more cautious, brow creased and his teeth clenched together. The rest of the Shavs provided a circle of faces around us, finding sport in the fight, ensuring even if I won, I would still lose.
He brought his sword up and I could not get past his guard, we both struck but without advantage to either side and neither of us fell and the fate of the fight was suspended. The balance of power restored.
--------------------------------------------- Bear with me, I need to rest.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 28, 2016, 9:07 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
Written By Bethany
Dec. 28, 2016, 8:32 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
* Honesty. Respect. Given freely until there is reason to renounce. There were notes that I made during the planning meeting of the Salon - but, there are too many of them - and too disorganized. I will need to sort through them.
* Trust. Need it. Are there books on the subject...?
* Patience. I could benefit from a more of it. Apologies to any that have had to deal with that ... in every instance in which I (and others) could have benefited from waiting. (I couldn't. I tried. You know who you are.)
* Progress. Plans. The Salons and the Diplomatic Corps. So pleased. So very, very pleased.
Written By Julea
Dec. 28, 2016, 8:11 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
A part of me knew, the moment I stepped out of Arx, that this would happen. I woke up that morning in a sweat, and with an immediate desire to head home. An innate sense of wrong. And as I retraced my path along the banks of Gray River to the little village of Three Trees that I call home, I felt this impending sense of dread grow; an overwhelming heaviness that sucked the breath out of my chest.
And I just lost my balance.
I fell hard, and the stone laid path, that had become like an old friend with the number of times I had traversed it into Three Trees, became an enemy to my palms and knees and I did not feel a thing.
Time is a fickle thing; a day, an hour a few minutes. It was like the world paused, waiting for me to arrive, for that very moment to happen, and for the bloody scene to play out in front of my eyes.
I am fast. I have always been fast. Fast enough to always win at tag. Fast enough to to reach Aleksei before the black wall came crashing down. Fast enough to skid through Horatio beneath it. But not fast enough today.
It was all just a matter of time. The breath it took for me to get back up to my feet. The heart beats that passed as I brought Kukri into my right palm. I ran, but I knew I would not be quick enough. I couldn't possibly make it in time as the sword rose up high into the air. Kukri wasn't forged for flight, but today she flew. It wasn't graceful cut through the air like a throwing knife. But rather the end over end spin of an axe.
Written By Runa
Dec. 28, 2016, 7:36 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
Written By Alis
Dec. 28, 2016, 6:38 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristram
Written By Alis
Dec. 28, 2016, 6:30 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Written By Cai
Dec. 28, 2016, 6:13 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Why come to me for love advice? I'm not sure what gives people the impression that I'm the sort of person who knows how to talk to of matter of love and affection. I barely understand it myself. You can love a tree, but I wouldn't suggest fucking one.
If you like someone, or at the least, find them attractive, ask them or out or back to your place. If they say no, then well, you move on. Clearly it wasn't meant to be. It's that simple. Don't sit and pine for someone for weeks and months thinking that the situation is going to change.
This city keeps getting stranger and stranger. Just say what you feel. It makes things so much more clear. And if that's not the answer that you were looking for, move on, you'll only hurt yourself more in the process.
Written By Fiachra
Dec. 28, 2016, 6 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Written By Fiachra
Dec. 28, 2016, 5:54 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
The land remains sick, dead. It is warped nearly beyond even my ability to recognize it, and I shudder to think what might have happened had we not stopped it in time. But this won't be the only one. I know that much. The real question is that even if we manage to push back the coming tides of darkness, what will be left? Surely not this... death. There must be some way we can reverse what has been done, so that these scars won't be the legacy we leave to the future.
Written By Percephon
Dec. 28, 2016, 5:42 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Written By Tristram
Dec. 28, 2016, 4 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
Written By Tristram
Dec. 28, 2016, 3:57 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Written By Tristram
Dec. 28, 2016, 3:55 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Written By Cicero
Dec. 28, 2016, 3:54 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Win or lose, the wager spurs
Rope burn on descent
Written By Tristram
Dec. 28, 2016, 3:39 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cai
Written By Leta
Dec. 28, 2016, 3:28 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Time was all a woman needed was her arms and good steel. I can work on both of those things. It's just hard practice and honest work. But now people talk of monsters and shav gods and elves, and I don't rightly know what to make of this. How are strong arms and good steel any good against curses and demons and sorcerers? I'm no bloody knight princess with a pure heart to kill some demon.
You would hear things before, sure enough. You'd even see strange things sometimes. But these days you've got serious important folk sounding like my nan. How's that make any sense? Maybe someone should have made her a scholar of Vellichor. If I see the Archscholar again, or if he's reading this, I'll be sure to remind him to start looking around the Boroughs for learned old washerwomen.
Written By Percephon
Dec. 28, 2016, 1:26 p.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowan
Written By Mydas
Dec. 28, 2016, 11:30 a.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
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