Written By Myrinda
Dec. 21, 2016, 3:37 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
No one cares who mourns for who. No one expects a silk to mourn the loss of a commoner, or even notice. We all will care about what we care about.
It's just that all of us have stopped caring for your son's stupid journals. Sometimes it's better to say nothing at all than prove yourself a fool.
Someone take away Dagon's pen.
It's just that all of us have stopped caring for your son's stupid journals. Sometimes it's better to say nothing at all than prove yourself a fool.
Someone take away Dagon's pen.
Written By Esera
Dec. 21, 2016, 3:02 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
You cannot know the value of a soul. You cannot weigh it, or measure it, cannot hold it in your hands. But great souls are not bound by station. They are not bound by bloodline, or name. They are born into paupers, and they are born into princes. All men have the capacity to be great.
All men have the capacity -- but not all men have the time. We cannot protect them all, and we are poorer for every loss.
All men have the capacity -- but not all men have the time. We cannot protect them all, and we are poorer for every loss.
Written By Donrai
Dec. 21, 2016, 2:56 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
I have been informed that some lord of the Oathlands was voicing complaints about an unseemly lack of grief over the death of a commoner, and he challenged those unmoved by the death to take a hard look into a mirror, as if to catch some hint of the Thirteenth's darkness therein. Still, the challenge is not to be ignored, and it bears mention to chronicle what I see when I gaze into the mirror- a leader supremely indifferent to whether you live or die. You would do well to remember that.
Written By Dagon
Dec. 21, 2016, 2:19 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
If anyone misunderstands my words, perhaps they should come and talk to me before getting on top of their high horse and acting with any sort of false indignation in order to better their own personal standing.
Written By Damon
Dec. 21, 2016, 2:13 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
I'm shocked to see that the death of a citizen of the very city we ALL occupy and live in, is being dismissed as something that "Simply happens." and we should "Get used to it"
Half of this city locked itself away because they couldn't bear the death of another citizen of this city.
Is this insensitive attitude because the boy wasn't noble? He didn't come from a prestigious family?
Or is it just because YOU didn't know him?
Take a long hard look in those mirrors of yours.
Half of this city locked itself away because they couldn't bear the death of another citizen of this city.
Is this insensitive attitude because the boy wasn't noble? He didn't come from a prestigious family?
Or is it just because YOU didn't know him?
Take a long hard look in those mirrors of yours.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 21, 2016, 12:23 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
One of the debtors tried to flee. His neighbours reported him and he now remains within the dungeons. I have no intention of being clement to those who would cheat my house from wealth loaned in good faith. The other debtors have by now learned of his attempted flight, and I've sent men to make sure they wouldn't try the same. I have no wish to have anyone executed for the foolishness of one man, but if they believe the Nightgolds are made of a weak metal, they're in for a rude awakening. I will keep and enforce the same delay I gave them upon my arrival. One more week. If they have not found the money by then, then it'll be among their possessions that the House will find direct repayment.
Written By Dagon
Dec. 21, 2016, 11:21 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
When a ship is lost at sea for reasons unknown and all hands are lost, where is the grief for those men? Who had families waiting on them? Who had friends on other ships that they had served with on some past voyage?
I think every loss for the Compact is a tragedy, but I know that more is on the way, and there is so very much to do. So grieve, mourn, do what you have to do, but be ready for what is to come.
As for the people on these ships?
We all know what we need to do. Our axes and swords will reap what vengeance they may.
"Tears in our wake, never at our wake."
It is time we begin making the enemies of the Compact mourn.
I think every loss for the Compact is a tragedy, but I know that more is on the way, and there is so very much to do. So grieve, mourn, do what you have to do, but be ready for what is to come.
As for the people on these ships?
We all know what we need to do. Our axes and swords will reap what vengeance they may.
"Tears in our wake, never at our wake."
It is time we begin making the enemies of the Compact mourn.
Written By Eirlys
Dec. 21, 2016, 11:16 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ansel
Have chanced upon Lord Ansel twice and spent both times getting a chance to talk to him. I agree with my brother, we should bring him to Greenwood, I feel he is someone that would appreciate the beauty of it. I am also looking forward to a new training partner as both he and I are awaiting our new swords from Dame Ida.
Written By Eirlys
Dec. 21, 2016, 10:52 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Chance encounter with my cousin, with whom I met Mistress Lyiana. Mistress Lyiana seems to be very nice and having my cousin in the city is always wonderful. She has plans to help me irk Fiachra. I can't wait for this to happen!
Written By Eirlys
Dec. 21, 2016, 10:50 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
So far have found Ida to be a very refreshing and lovely person to be around, I am hoping to be able to spend more time with her, outside her shop and perhaps make a friend of her.
Written By Eirlys
Dec. 21, 2016, 10:41 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
I have had a few days in the city to get my bearings I really should have sat down and written all of this out before now but I have been so busy getting to know new people as well as meeting up with family that I had just not had the time to sit down and really write things out. So far the city has been so kind to us and very welcoming. I know that Fiachra misses Greenwood and honestly I am surprised I miss it very much as well. I am hoping that we can take some time to show a new friend Greenwood, as I believe very much like Fiachra does that he would appreciate it.
Written By Aleksei
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:59 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
People are writing about /what/? Are you kidding me? All the silks in Arx went through their public mourning game when one of their own died, and they want to sit around and complain about the commoners doing it? Come the fuck on. Go back to rolling around in your piles of money and get over yourselves.
Written By Margot
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:56 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
I miss the ocean. Not the bit that laps at the beaches off of Arx, but the unending expanse seen off the shores of the Isles.
On the surface she is such a fickle creature, calm one day, cruel the next. But it is what she hides that I miss most. The wonder of what little clues and trinkets she may push upon onto our rocks and beaches, hinting of her victories over we mortals who set out to tame her, or the alien world contained within her. Every so often yielding up a trophy for those both brave and reckless.
She was a mystery and familiar. We were neighbors with an understanding that our trespasses would sometimes come a a cost.
I miss a time when the stranger was a thing so comfortably lived beside. A puzzle so well understood.
Childhood is over for us all.
On the surface she is such a fickle creature, calm one day, cruel the next. But it is what she hides that I miss most. The wonder of what little clues and trinkets she may push upon onto our rocks and beaches, hinting of her victories over we mortals who set out to tame her, or the alien world contained within her. Every so often yielding up a trophy for those both brave and reckless.
She was a mystery and familiar. We were neighbors with an understanding that our trespasses would sometimes come a a cost.
I miss a time when the stranger was a thing so comfortably lived beside. A puzzle so well understood.
Childhood is over for us all.
Written By Lydia
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:42 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
I was asked to write something that is true and honest, but I told him that I write what I like.
Anyway, I shall write some truth. I am now missing a pair of hairpins given to me by my grandfather.
It was, in the end, my own fault they were stolen. I saw a chance to tease and so I did. I suppose a bit of jewelry is a small price to pay.
Note to self: Some people take threats of theft seriously.
Anyway, I shall write some truth. I am now missing a pair of hairpins given to me by my grandfather.
It was, in the end, my own fault they were stolen. I saw a chance to tease and so I did. I suppose a bit of jewelry is a small price to pay.
Note to self: Some people take threats of theft seriously.
Written By Niamh
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:30 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lyiana
Chance met. Lyiana has proven to be sweet and doting, and a skilled seamstress beyond. I now own two dresses worthy of the higher society of Arx. More than that, I have made a friend.
That she'll help me tweak Fiachra by making a scandalous dress for Eirlys is a bonus.
That she'll help me tweak Fiachra by making a scandalous dress for Eirlys is a bonus.
Written By Niamh
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:28 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Muiryn
Uncle Muiryn has arrived in Arx as well, apparently just last night as we sat down to dinner. A surly sort, overly protective of Neve.
Written By Niamh
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:27 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowan
Rowan has arrived in Arx. As annoying as younger siblings can be, there's still strength to be found in having one's blood close at hand. Like all of us he has a lot of maturing to do, but you can already see the Otherness starting to take its root in him. I have no doubt that Rowan will find his footing in the next decade and be the sage that the Greenwood needs him to be. I can only pray to the gods and request of the spirits that he have a decade to do it in.
Written By Sigurd
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:01 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
That mountain of a man managed to fight me until we were both out of breath and needed to stop, with neither of us fallen. That's...Never happened to me before. Oh defeat? Sure, it happens to all. But never just...Having to stop. It was quite weird and unsatisfying.
Written By Aurora
Dec. 21, 2016, 7:56 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
We all mourn in different ways. Some people take up the sword and charge into battle, letting their grief drive their blades home. This leads to more mourning.
Some hole themselves up, work on themselves in silence, strengthening each piece as the moments go by. This leads to a hardening which some people never return from.
Some throw themselves into their duties, everyday life. Almost as if nothing happened at all. The continue to work, continue to smile, continue to be themselves. Some find that they are hallowed shells, never allowing themselves to feel the pain losing someone brings. They never learn how, and then never move on truly.
My only hope for you, those who fault one for which path they choose to feel grief is that you are so loved, so cherished, and so missed that those who mourn for you do so as strongly as the very people you tell to get over it.
Some hole themselves up, work on themselves in silence, strengthening each piece as the moments go by. This leads to a hardening which some people never return from.
Some throw themselves into their duties, everyday life. Almost as if nothing happened at all. The continue to work, continue to smile, continue to be themselves. Some find that they are hallowed shells, never allowing themselves to feel the pain losing someone brings. They never learn how, and then never move on truly.
My only hope for you, those who fault one for which path they choose to feel grief is that you are so loved, so cherished, and so missed that those who mourn for you do so as strongly as the very people you tell to get over it.
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 21, 2016, 7:48 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
He forgot how to take a beating.
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