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Written By Tobias

Dec. 16, 2016, 4:51 a.m.(5/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

Southern born Northern beauty. I find myself actually interested in meeting her again, and she isn't even a woman of the Lyceum!

Written By Julea

Dec. 16, 2016, 4:30 a.m.(5/24/1005 AR)

I did not know him, so I do not have the same sense of sorrow that everyone else does. I don't feel any loss, or sadness. But it still breaks my heart to see people in pain. and little I can do to ease it. So many mourn him, and consider him worthy of their respect, this Eos must of been a great man.

The only thing I can truly and honestly mourn is that I never got the chance to meet him.

Julea
24th of May, 1005

Written By Nadia

Dec. 16, 2016, 4:01 a.m.(5/24/1005 AR)

Sometimes I wish I remained ignorant. It's easier that way, to be free and without care than to be chained by the burden of knowledge. To be shackled by duty, unable to act or change it - nor can I be a hypocrite and pretend I'd not known the truth.

Written By Damon

Dec. 16, 2016, 2:15 a.m.(5/24/1005 AR)

We only met a handful of times. Just a few real conversations.

Despite this I feel that we were on the cusp of a friendship. We were kindred spirits in a way.

I'm sorry to hear you've gone. It fills me with sorrow that I'll never get to know if we could have had that friendship.

But on the other hand, to hear how you left this world. Dying on the battlefield. There are few things more valorous. Few more honorable than giving your life for the people you swore to protect.

For that, you will forever have a place in my heart and in my memories. And my respect.

Rest well Baron Eos. You earned it.

Written By Calypso

Dec. 16, 2016, 1:54 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

I have written and scratched out and rewritten this entry a hundred times. There are no words to properly express the depths of my sorrow for the loss of Baron Eos Saik.

He was my close confidant and my fiercest ally. I could speak with him in terms and words that no one else seemed to understand. The languages of leadership, of war and of loyalty were the dialects we chose to communicate in.

Sure, we butt heads on occasion. But that was what I loved about him. He challenged me. He never took my words simply as they were but instead pushed me to do better and to be better.

None of these words come close to describing the loss I feel. There simply are none.







I'll miss you, my friend.

Written By Cara

Dec. 16, 2016, 1:12 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

There should be a word for a friend whom you've only just met, yet recognized at once as a kindred spirit. I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Baron Eos only very recently, and yet when I heard the news of his death, it was a powerful sorrow.

He was remarkably kind, and in a dark moment of my own grief, offered a hand in friendship and comfort.

Let that be remembered -- Baron Eos Saik was a kind man and a wise one, and the Compact is lessened by his loss.

Written By Cassius

Dec. 16, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

I did not know Eos as well as many others, but I did have the chance to meet him, and spend weeks with him in Stonedeep. He was a good man, overall.

Let us all pray he makes it to Elysia swiftly, and that we all might find such noble ends.

Written By Orazio

Dec. 16, 2016, 12:39 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Eos.

I am sorry.

Those words are inadequate. I blame myself, in so many ways. Not just for your death, but I wonder how things might have been different if I--

I wonder how things might have been different. I wish that I had been the man my brother was. I wish that I could have protected you. I wish that I knew what to do next.

May you dwell in the Shining Lands, where no pain or doubt may mar your brow, and may the gods walk close with you, forever.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 16, 2016, 12:36 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

So.


If you are going to share a conversation I've had with you to others, be sure to include the beginning, middle, and, especially, the end.


Otherwise I get angry people pointed at me who know only part of a conversation and not all of it, and it not only angers me, it -infuriates me-.

Written By Calista

Dec. 16, 2016, 12:08 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

During troubled times we turn to things to bring us comfort. I sent Prince Dagon a bottle of our finest Rosè. Hopefully he will drink it first before using it for /other/ things. I like to think of myself as a good friend.

Written By Larissa

Dec. 16, 2016, 12:07 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

On Eos..
Do I write an effigy?
Do I put down with ink and words that I loved him?
I loved him as a woman loves a man, and nothing else.
Am I supposed to make promises of victory in his name? Revenge? Remembrance? Would he know? Would he care? Would he agree?
Did you know I waited?
I waited months for him to touch me. So haunted by pieces of his past he had to learn to scour the ghost of the dead from his heart so he could come to me free and unbridled.
He was worth waiting for.
I think I want to be angry, but I've forgotten how. For a moment I've been robbed of it and I'm grateful. I'll find myself at the end of the bottle when I get there and maybe then I'll know.
I lost ...

Written By Aksel

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:28 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

To anyone who cares, I think I look good in a dress.

This might end up being my formal wear.

Written By Morrighan

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:23 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

It isn't terribly often that I receive gifts from people - but when I do, they're treasured. These kinds of things are never expected, so on the rare occasion I'm given something, it's quite the surprise. Today I was gifted a single red rose - I've never been given flowers, before. It's incredibly fragrant and has such a lovely, vibrant color. I'll have to see about finding the best way to preserve it. Pressed, maybe?

Written By Silas

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:21 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

And thus, the life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Farewell, my friend, you will be missed. As knights, we acknowledge that we must be vigilant and ready for our end for it may come at any time. But don't be disappointed if I'm not eager to join you any time soon.

I will make sure, however, that you are properly avenged.

Written By Selene

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:13 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

the many ways
the human heart
can bruise

so much like
in the shades
of over-ripening fruit

sometimes like
a war that I
will lose

Written By Bethany

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:08 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

( From the tea-strewn desk of B. Mercier, Steward: )

It has been a day.

First, the good. It was a successful tea-shop opening. Even if the fortune that I was given with my pastry was rather grim.

(Thank you, Lisette.)

Second, Archscholar validated me. That has set my mind at ease. I move onto the next individual in my learning quest, and I hope that it will serve as the first steps into my future initiation into the Scholars.

Third, it seems as though I have sourced a writer for the project that I agreed to organize, and they are - well, he is considering it. Master Branan is now easily considered a peer. I apologized, he accepted, and I do hope that he will be a valuable contact and ally in the future.

(Also: coin tricks.)

Last, the terrible. I did not personally know the Baron Saik - but, I can mourn the loss of life, of any life. Even if it is difficult to show the necessary emotions... I know that his absence will pain everyone in the Saik Greenlands and my heart pains for them.

Written By Saedrus

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:26 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

I feel as though I've been struck. Like every last ounce of air has been stolen from me--

I cannot breathe.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:19 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aksel

What's this about bears, then?

Written By Dagon

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:10 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Today I became angry.

So I had one thrall use a wine bottle to beat another thrall to the point of unconsciousness.

I was no longer angry after that.

Written By Morrighan

Dec. 15, 2016, 9:56 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

To say that I'm shocked over the loss of Baron Eos Saik would be a great understatement. I had only met the man once, but it was a unique meeting I don't think most would encounter often. It isn't every day that you wander off towards the outskirts of the Gray Forest to find a deer leaping out of the brush with a giant lion chasing after it. It made a lasting impression, when the Baron came out along on his steed, and I had hoped to converse with him more than that brief encounter. He seemed a very interesting man, and I extend my condolences to his family and friends. Whatever or whoever the cause, I sincerely hope it's found - then destroyed, lest it happens to someone else. The Compact has had enough loss as it is.

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