Written By Martinique
Feb. 27, 2021, 6:23 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
The Isles have some quaint and fascinating customs as I've been learning. This latest that I've gotten involved with was going on a reaving--which is basically just rounding up a gang of boats and hunting down pirates or shavs or whatever is currently bothering the people calling the reavers. The ones we caught this time were slavers who had been taking down merchant shippers around Port Longisle, since it's less than fully defended at present. I'll never forget what I saw going into that hold, but I'm glad we were able to stop them.
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 27, 2021, 2:11 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Many years following your orders and directions. They have brought me to this point...which direction do you wish them to go now? I know I don't get to choose, this was made very clear to me all those years ago. I have followed and I have listened to a silent screaming. No answers.
The sheeps keep coming. Over and over again. They are already here and no one wishes to acknowledge that they are all doomed to repeat their pasts. None are listening to the silent screaming.
Another round then?
The sheeps keep coming. Over and over again. They are already here and no one wishes to acknowledge that they are all doomed to repeat their pasts. None are listening to the silent screaming.
Another round then?
Written By Dio
Feb. 27, 2021, 11:38 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
The air was cold; the water dark, like the color of wine. I was aboard a cog as the ambush was sprung along with others from Arx. As the oars cut the waters to close the distance, hooks were thrown and the ships were bound together. An invitation to reave from Lord Haakon Eswynd was not something I was going to sail past, and I joined the first boarding party.
The slavers aboard the holk fought with desperation and were not unskilled with their weapons. The Eswynd forces, in which I am to be included along with the other peers and sailors from the Compact, fell upon them like orcas amid a herd of seals, inspired by the exhortations of Lady Medeia Eswynd. The Northlands Champion Lady Brianna Halfshav seemed as at home amid the chaos of battle as Imogene had been drinking tea beside her clavichord. Together, we put resisting slavers to death.
In the last moments before the enemies' surrender, a slaver made a swipe at my throat with a cutlass, which the reflexes and swordsmanship of Savio Pontelaeus kept from claiming my life. That was the second time Savio had saved me. His awareness in battle is uncanny, nor are his wits dulled by fear: poetry flowed from his lips even as we made ready to board the enemy vessel, and his insults to our attackers added scorching roasts to the blood-slicked deck. Savio's preferred weapon is a rapier which he wields with great agility, and by its name, "Diplomacy," one can get a sense of both the cleverness and aim of this talented adventurer from Tremorous.
My wounds were tended by the skillful medicine of Lady Medeia, and I returned to Arx with a fair share of silver captured from the slavers, in time to embarrass myself upon a beautiful golden mare named Cloud, as I met with Princess Adrienne Pravus for a morning ride.
The slavers aboard the holk fought with desperation and were not unskilled with their weapons. The Eswynd forces, in which I am to be included along with the other peers and sailors from the Compact, fell upon them like orcas amid a herd of seals, inspired by the exhortations of Lady Medeia Eswynd. The Northlands Champion Lady Brianna Halfshav seemed as at home amid the chaos of battle as Imogene had been drinking tea beside her clavichord. Together, we put resisting slavers to death.
In the last moments before the enemies' surrender, a slaver made a swipe at my throat with a cutlass, which the reflexes and swordsmanship of Savio Pontelaeus kept from claiming my life. That was the second time Savio had saved me. His awareness in battle is uncanny, nor are his wits dulled by fear: poetry flowed from his lips even as we made ready to board the enemy vessel, and his insults to our attackers added scorching roasts to the blood-slicked deck. Savio's preferred weapon is a rapier which he wields with great agility, and by its name, "Diplomacy," one can get a sense of both the cleverness and aim of this talented adventurer from Tremorous.
My wounds were tended by the skillful medicine of Lady Medeia, and I returned to Arx with a fair share of silver captured from the slavers, in time to embarrass myself upon a beautiful golden mare named Cloud, as I met with Princess Adrienne Pravus for a morning ride.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 27, 2021, 11:29 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
I noticed your journal post, my brother.
It seems I have reason to be relieved you are home and well. And that you may have some stories to tell.
We should have dinner soon.
It seems I have reason to be relieved you are home and well. And that you may have some stories to tell.
We should have dinner soon.
Written By Raja
Feb. 27, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
The truth shall set you free. This has been what I've been told my whole life. This is a lie. Truth is a heavy burden with chains.
Written By Ember
Feb. 27, 2021, 9:21 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
War looms on three fronts.
Skal'daja.
The apostates Ivan and Waldo.
The shavs, Clan Horderacht.
I am recovered enough to fight. All three of the above will be exterminated without mercy. My anticipation thrashes within me like crashing waves.
Skal'daja.
The apostates Ivan and Waldo.
The shavs, Clan Horderacht.
I am recovered enough to fight. All three of the above will be exterminated without mercy. My anticipation thrashes within me like crashing waves.
Written By Medeia
Feb. 27, 2021, 2:28 a.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
Are you there, Lagoma? It's me, Medeia.
No, Scholar, I didn't get confused, and I'm not praying. That will come later. After I let some of these thoughts out of my head so I might consider them more clearly. I was thinking that the winds of change have been blowing through my life quite strongly as of late, and then I started thinking about House Eswynd's words: "The wind cares not." Change, indeed, seems not to care either. It will come whether we are prepared or not - so it seems best to prepare and meet it. Admittedly, I have not been prepared for most of what has come recently.
In the past few weeks, there has been much loss. And as of late, my heart has felt distraught and pulled in many directions. Time spent in prayer and reflection could not ease the feeling. The intensity of my emotions and the impulsivity of my decisions - I can take some comfort in knowing that even my quickly made decisions have been the ones I would have made in more careful consideration - have left me feeling unbalanced. It has probably been long past time for me to reassess my commitments. In just a handful of months, my priorities will shift further. So, I have set myself to the important task of preparing for change. This has come to mean stepping away from certain duties, or finding new ways to serve my people, the city, and the Compact.
The wind will blow, and I will keep my feet.
No, Scholar, I didn't get confused, and I'm not praying. That will come later. After I let some of these thoughts out of my head so I might consider them more clearly. I was thinking that the winds of change have been blowing through my life quite strongly as of late, and then I started thinking about House Eswynd's words: "The wind cares not." Change, indeed, seems not to care either. It will come whether we are prepared or not - so it seems best to prepare and meet it. Admittedly, I have not been prepared for most of what has come recently.
In the past few weeks, there has been much loss. And as of late, my heart has felt distraught and pulled in many directions. Time spent in prayer and reflection could not ease the feeling. The intensity of my emotions and the impulsivity of my decisions - I can take some comfort in knowing that even my quickly made decisions have been the ones I would have made in more careful consideration - have left me feeling unbalanced. It has probably been long past time for me to reassess my commitments. In just a handful of months, my priorities will shift further. So, I have set myself to the important task of preparing for change. This has come to mean stepping away from certain duties, or finding new ways to serve my people, the city, and the Compact.
The wind will blow, and I will keep my feet.
Written By Ryhalt
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:56 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
Some fewer slavers in the world. Thankfully they weren't the raving kind.
Written By Svana
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:54 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
I love this time of year for more reasons than the snow reminding me of the Bonespire; it's easy for me to trek up to the Archives here and read the latest Whites to see who bitches about the snow. Likewise, I'm sure that Southerners enjoy this sort of thing when the summer comes and we Northerners are Godsdamned miserable.
I've made a special little nest inside the Haven somewhere for a songbird and a blackbird. I hope my pretty blackbird doesn't find it before I get to show it to her myself.
Oh, and before I forget to mention it: I came in fourth place at the People's Tournament for overall ranking! The most important part was that the People's Favorite, Savio, let little Elanne wear his crown around. He has truly created a monster.
I've made a special little nest inside the Haven somewhere for a songbird and a blackbird. I hope my pretty blackbird doesn't find it before I get to show it to her myself.
Oh, and before I forget to mention it: I came in fourth place at the People's Tournament for overall ranking! The most important part was that the People's Favorite, Savio, let little Elanne wear his crown around. He has truly created a monster.
Written By Zyxthylum
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:28 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
It is truly amazing how quickly one's luck can turn. As if our fates are balanced on the edge of some immaterial blade, a simple meeting can change life so utterly it feels as if a doppelganger has taken our place. Although my life is filled with luxury, I can't help but wonder how permanent this situation is. Has this balance always been in my control or is there something unseen pulling our strings? It could perhaps might an interesting painting..
Written By Jace
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)
News does not travel fast when one is prowling the waves. It has apparently been almost a month since the attack against my cousin, and only now have I been able to return to Arx to ensure her safety.
Well. As much as anyone can ensure a Redreef's safety.
Well. As much as anyone can ensure a Redreef's safety.
Written By Donella
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
My sweet Sina Silvereyes. Gone. How can it be so, when the memory of your gray eyes, so keen with all your wondering is so vivid in my memory. I can almost imagine your long-suffering expression in the glass, as you dressed my hair for the Assembly. You were with me through all the dark times, and carried burdens heavier than I, or anyone living at the time knew. I did not part with you gladly, when I married; but we both knew there were greater things to pursue. I listened to your vows to become Godsworn, I rejoiced as your mind raised you to prominence. When the time came to stand, and risk all, you looked on gargantuan terrors, and never drew back. You were never more distant than a word, and you held my hand. Life has fled you, now they say. Driven from this life by a poisoned blade. You deserved so much better. My eyes are dry; I am not so changed as to cry. But they burn as though with seawater. I will Wake for you.
Written By Donella
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Sina
Written By Natasha
Feb. 26, 2021, 6:16 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
I am about to close the case on my cousin's assassination, the former Marquis Malespero. In doing so, I hope to bring some degree of closure to his widow and the rest of my family.
Whatever form or fashion that results in, I am confident that it is the Sentinel's will. May his justice prevail.
Whatever form or fashion that results in, I am confident that it is the Sentinel's will. May his justice prevail.
Written By Ilira
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:57 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
I have never considered myself a cat lady.
It might be time to reconsider.
Hm.
The only real choice is between my woven rugs and the furballs.
It might be time to reconsider.
Hm.
The only real choice is between my woven rugs and the furballs.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
Another, Leila?! Well. Please take this along to be added in: a general. two royals. All right. BOTH.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:31 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
Someone else? Charming. Oh - well - two people agree that it shouldn't be mutually exclusive. Fine. Both it is!
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:26 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
Oh - Leila was right. Someone did respond. You're so right. Why use OR when AND is way more fun.
An intriguing rival AND a torrid love affair.
A Pravus princess could pine for that.
An intriguing rival AND a torrid love affair.
A Pravus princess could pine for that.
Written By Sydney
Feb. 26, 2021, 3:43 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Winter is lovely, beautiful even, when one steps away from the confines of the city and out into the wilds.
I will never truly be able to look upon it fondly. It always heralded a time of conservation and fasting, making do with the crop yields we'd stored away, often insufficiently. I was a farmer's daughter, but our yields were always low, and I was too young and unlearned to do more than the manual labor. I recall a particularly dire winter where many of our crops were lost to blight in the prior season. There is an upper end on what one can be expected to creatively create with leeks and broth.
My clothes were baggy on me, come spring. After that, I asked my father to take me with him when he hunted. More hunters meant more food when our crops failed.
When I came to Arx, my disposition to winter was given an altogether different context. Nothing to hunt. Nothing to gather. Nothing to scavenge. Coin dictated meals. Those with it flourished, and those without it were left in squalor in the alleys, lips chapped, fingers and toes messily covered to unsuccessfully protect against the frostbite.
Such an imperfect Dream, yet.
I will never truly be able to look upon it fondly. It always heralded a time of conservation and fasting, making do with the crop yields we'd stored away, often insufficiently. I was a farmer's daughter, but our yields were always low, and I was too young and unlearned to do more than the manual labor. I recall a particularly dire winter where many of our crops were lost to blight in the prior season. There is an upper end on what one can be expected to creatively create with leeks and broth.
My clothes were baggy on me, come spring. After that, I asked my father to take me with him when he hunted. More hunters meant more food when our crops failed.
When I came to Arx, my disposition to winter was given an altogether different context. Nothing to hunt. Nothing to gather. Nothing to scavenge. Coin dictated meals. Those with it flourished, and those without it were left in squalor in the alleys, lips chapped, fingers and toes messily covered to unsuccessfully protect against the frostbite.
Such an imperfect Dream, yet.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 26, 2021, 1:59 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
It's winter - time for the annual 'Bitching of the Southerners' journal entries.
I myself am not immune to this. I've made some good ones in the past.
But winter holds a new fascination when you have children, and mine adore snow. It's good for pushing people in to, throwing, building fortresses and snowpeoples... I see it through their eyes and it's very special.
But still, too damn cold for me to enjoy on my own without hot coffee and three layers of clothes. I should get more pyreweave someday...
I myself am not immune to this. I've made some good ones in the past.
But winter holds a new fascination when you have children, and mine adore snow. It's good for pushing people in to, throwing, building fortresses and snowpeoples... I see it through their eyes and it's very special.
But still, too damn cold for me to enjoy on my own without hot coffee and three layers of clothes. I should get more pyreweave someday...
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