Written By Gael
Sept. 25, 2021, 3:14 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)
Writing to you, it has always been a way to let loose some, to speak my mind. To know that someday, sometime in the future where I'll be nothing more than a scattered memory, lost kin of mine may well stumble upon my musings. Learn something, maybe, from the breadth of my failings.
Lately, sadly, I haven't had anything good to write about. Nothing good to remember, full of sadness and regret I'd rather let forget, than to cope with; than to immortalize in these pristine, white sheets your followers are so fond of. I realize it is disingenuous maybe, to come to you only when the tide's on my side and the wind blows at my sails, rather than when the hour is at its darkest, but I'm not keen on putting down defeatist and bleak things. Sometimes they feel as though I'll bring them to life, for I'd rather avoid them, not think on them. If only I could forget. I think that'd be my power, if I ever got to choose. Some folk claim they'd like to fly, others to hold their breath or control the wind, some to sing in such a way they could wake the roots of a tree. I'd choose to forget.
Everything's been feeling wrong and out of place since what happened at the Crypts. The more I seek Lagoma's flame to ward off the cold, the fear, the anxious thoughts, the more it all seeps into my bones. That is what it's been: cold. I don't thaw as easy as I used to, and ever since that thing bit down on my shoulder, it's been making all sorts of queer noises when I stretch, or swing the sword. Comes out of its socket a lot easier, my throwing days are behind me. Maybe my sword days, too, if I test it too much.
The other night I went to some noble reunion. Odd invite, a friend's friend; just to drink, wanted some quiet and thought I had found it, but I didn't. Not the right place for it. Saw a lot of folk dancing, enjoying themselves, and I resented it. I didn't want to see life moving on after all that has happened, all the loss. People forgetting. Drinking. Laughing. It was too much.
Young people all around, noble and commoner alike, bringing their spontaneous good cheer down on me like a sledgehammer everywhere I go. I cannot relate. I am becoming an uncanny, unsettling, and self-absorbed thug at odds with the world, and no matter however many short-wicked joys I allow myself, his face. I cannot erase it from the forefront of my mind. It is there with me when I wake every night, and it haunts my dead-angle when I close my eyes to try and sleep. It is all in my head. Echoes of things I cannot comprehend, swirling in there, taking me for long trips that bring only dizziness and sleeplessness.
And more than that: I am sad. There is an absence inside of me, something missing that's still in the water, not floating but under the sea. Waiting. Calling, maybe.
Either way, that's it from me, Scholar. Would've fit some bits more but, been doing nothing more than rigging since three days back, and my hand's cramping up bad-like. We're going back to Bastion. Some scouting business, denizens looking for answers, and I hope we find them.
And that nothing finds us.
Written By Medeia
Sept. 25, 2021, 3:12 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
He truly is remarkable. I wish the whole of the Compact had witnessed the Rite of Gloria.
Written By Medeia
Sept. 25, 2021, 3 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
Though he was not victorious in the Rite of Gloria against my husband, he maintained dignity, fervor, and honor. His dedication is unquestionable. It is a privilege to have one such as him on your side. Someday, I hope to be able to express my gratitude in a more tangible way. What does one gift an ally?
Written By Haakon
Sept. 25, 2021, 2:33 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)
"Goddess of valor, hear us!
By your gifts our kin are fed,
By your arts we conquer dread,
For the weak we stand in stead
Whilst toward danger ever tread.
On this the eve of newest strife
Where the gallant will wager life,
Spending free their strength and pain
Fallen Bastion to regain,
Let our deeds of blood and steel
Please ye, Goddess, strong and leal,
That we valiant mortals might
Do great deeds beneath thy sight.
We praise ye, Goddess, now attend
As we to thee our steel psalm send."
Written By Rosalind
Sept. 24, 2021, 8:54 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)
Written By Rosalind
Sept. 24, 2021, 8:51 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)
Written By Thea
Sept. 24, 2021, 8:45 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)
Written By Viviana
Sept. 24, 2021, 8:43 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)
I am utterly drunk off Saiklands wine, good and strong and smooth with the sort of charm I would expect from a suitor because it swept me right off my feet. A good thing, especially since I will be on my side for a time and all the feather-filled pillows do nothing for the bruised backside where once dignity sat proudly -- as I seemed to have forgotten my seat on a horse, which -- oh, V, it smarts.
I'll not be forgetting that anytime soon. After this, I will sample my protégé Lore's Squid Ink and recall that I made my escort to the Grayson-Velenosa wedding reception chase us ourselves around in circles in that labyrinth -- it was maddeningly fun. All of that running about with Aella and I still forgot about those daggers. Diamondplate's lovely -- but it's still within grasp. The whole of it. The jewelry is artful, the scents are unique, so, those will all get tucked away somewhere.Oh
(I keep my eyes open for more. For better. Not for myself, mind, but for those precious few I desperately want to spoil. Looking at you -- )
Finally. These last couple of missives are so mesmerizing, Scholar. I have read and read them over again, lost in the language of them, with fingertips tracing the loop and curl of scripted words -- like holy scripture, these thoughts -- each describes which color speaks to them. It's art. I would write to them of the midnight rainbow a raven's feathers turn, that iridescent blue that prideful green and that velvet black. Or, I can write it here and savor all of that writing all over again.
I think I will.
Where's the Ink?
Written By Raven
Sept. 24, 2021, 7:35 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)
Written By Oswyn
Sept. 24, 2021, 2:16 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)
Written By Lark
Sept. 24, 2021, 2:03 p.m.(4/6/1016 AR)
Written By Piccola
Sept. 24, 2021, 10:11 a.m.(4/6/1016 AR)
Sometimes, our choices seem dangerous and reckless. But we are entrusted with that grave responsibility: to make the decisions which shall be questioned because such decisions purchase such luxury. And while we may seem grotesque or incomprehensible, this does not obviate our duties to our Houses, our soldiers, and our people.
The truth is that when a monster is needed, we are asked to be that monster. We train to cut out our hearts when we face our enemies for they are trained the same. We have been beaten and bloodied, but we accept this because of words like honor, code, and loyalty. These form the backbone of every company sent to keep those walls.
Marquessa Sabine restored my honor for one purpose. There was a price for it. I accepted that price. As I have written before, we but pay back debt for our lives in one way or another, and it is ill of us to question the reasons why, at times, that debt is called. As I have written before, I have accepted my death, and now truly live. Now is the time.
Written By Isabeau
Sept. 24, 2021, 12:05 a.m.(4/5/1016 AR)
Written By Esme
Sept. 23, 2021, 1:55 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)
It is never my place to make a choice for another or to judge the choice that has been made or will be made. Our paths that we walk are our own. I feel to write in the whites today instead of the blacks. Life is not always an easy walk to have. There are many hurdles. There are many things that happen. They hurt us, they break us, but we are so loved. We are loved by the Gods around us. They hear our prayers and our desires. They know our hearts.
Even when we feel our most broken, we are not alone. We are are being built to something more. Metal does not become a sword unless it is put to the flames and fire to be redesigned. As people, we choose our paths with each breath. We must choose daily what we are to be and what we could become. I am always captivated by the choices that people make. I am captivated as well by the paths they don't take. I suppose people just captivate me. It's why I ask so many questions.
While I would not dare to think I know better or to alter a person's decision, I would ask for reflection upon the hearts of man. We are capable of so much greatness. We love. We aspire. We attain. We create. We build. We grow. We do so much in the concepts of the Gods images. We are blessed and touched by them in our lives. So, I offer a word of caution. You may go on your path as you choose and if you can read this, I will always be here for you if you need to unburden your heart. Or if you just need an ear to listen. However, caution, darlings. So much caution. For vengeance may seem like the answer. Perhaps the stories of like for like. Punishment for Crime. Life for Life. But I caution still.
It is a dark path to walk. It also offers those within the shadows and darkness a foothold to twist. For your shattered feelings to be used against you and your people if you are not cautious to how you act, think, and move on your path. We are amazing for all the good we can do, but we are also duality. We can destroy so much in our way, in our path, in our quest if we become too single-focused. If you, my most beloved readers, choose this path. The path of vengeance and the darker path, please make sure that you cloak yourself in light. Come to the shrines. Pray to the Gods. Let them put their hands upon your heart to protect it. The road will not be easy, Darlings, if you choose to walk it. Please know if nothing else. No matter what road you choose, you can always change your mind. You are never alone. The Gods are there. I am here.
If you need someone, please send a missive, please say your prayers.
As always, My Brave Travelers, be mindful of your steps on the path. Be mindful of the line between morality and Godhood and where you are choosing to step. Be mindful your choices have ripples even if they are invisible to the moment. And remember always, you are not alone and you are so very loved.
Written By Medeia
Sept. 23, 2021, 12:38 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)
Perhaps I will expand my lessons. I've been keeping them fairly simple, so that beginning students could understand. But it may be time to bring the public lessons along in expertise, offer more in depth information about making medicines and treating certain things. Yes. I will begin to draft lesson plans.
Written By Mabelle
Sept. 23, 2021, 12:36 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabine
Written By Lucita
Sept. 23, 2021, 11:04 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)
Written By Mattheu
Sept. 23, 2021, 9:35 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)
I came to the city in the fall, and have stayed put throughout the cold. Those in my family might have been waiting for me to snap, or get into some altercation and up and leave... Nothing wrong with this, and I myself am amused that for one that has been nearly always on the move that I've found reasons to stay here in the city and am seeking more interest to pursue within it.
With a change of season a change of color might be needed.
While the rest prepare for war, possibly more devastation and a celebration of treaties, life will continue on with the wind finding its way to connect those that are in need of finding something more.
Hopefully we as a people are able to do so by coming together to be stronger together, instead of the severe wedge of differing viewpoints within life that we're facing now.
Written By Iseulet
Sept. 23, 2021, 7:58 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)
Last night I asked them all for marriage or relationship advice, as I hope to one day be married.
Honestly, they were gems. I will share some of them here.
"Beauty fades, and so will his eyesight. There’s no sense of worrying." -Fern
"The best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they’re too old to do it." -Alberta
"Before you marry him, listen to him chew. If you can stand that noise for the rest of your life, then go ahead with the wedding." -Bernadette
Written By Mabelle
Sept. 22, 2021, 11:31 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)
I am grateful for the company of my peers from Arx that managed to keep the journey pleasant and without further trouble.
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