Written By Sen'azala
Nov. 29, 2023, 11:22 p.m.(4/13/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Raven
No.
Written By Raven
Nov. 29, 2023, 8:59 p.m.(4/13/1021 AR)
It's easy to say everyone deserves a second chance until you are put on the spot and then you have to stare it in the face. EVERYONE. Deserves. Redemption. I am tempted to make excuses, arguments, justifications for my ire. It doesn't matter. EVERYONE. It does in fact mean everyone. So as a disciple of the Thirteenth I will heed that staple of my faith convenient or not.
Written By Raven
Nov. 29, 2023, 8:40 p.m.(4/13/1021 AR)
I am blessed to have so many with such vast knowledge to confer with. The Spirit Walkers have a daunting task before them but not a single quavered or recoiled at the challenge before them.
Written By Titus
Nov. 29, 2023, 3:14 p.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
The Vaevici stand unyielding with our Compact allies to defend the countless futures of peoples we may never know. In the face of this threat we boldly affirm: our fates are ours to write, all nightmares have an end.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 29, 2023, 9:34 a.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
There may come a day when someone looks at me and sees all of me. They will know the stories behind the scars, the pull of my soul, the strength beneath the softness. They will not only accept but revel in the intricacies and contradictions that make me uniquely me. And rather than seeking to diminish the parts they do not understand, rather than feeling threatened by my achievements and capabilities, they will encourage my growth. They will see me and all that I could be, not who they think they can undermine me into being.
If that day ever comes, I pray that I am not blind to them. May the gods bless that person with the patience and fortitude they will need to endure me. They will, at least, have a steady supply of wine to get them through the harder days.
Maybe it is silly to be sitting here, thinking about this when there is so much else going on, needing my attention. But maybe I have not done a good enough job of tending to my heart and protecting it? Maybe I have spent so long focusing on others that I have accepted less than I want and less than I deserve. These are important things to realize.
If that day ever comes, I pray that I am not blind to them. May the gods bless that person with the patience and fortitude they will need to endure me. They will, at least, have a steady supply of wine to get them through the harder days.
Maybe it is silly to be sitting here, thinking about this when there is so much else going on, needing my attention. But maybe I have not done a good enough job of tending to my heart and protecting it? Maybe I have spent so long focusing on others that I have accepted less than I want and less than I deserve. These are important things to realize.
Written By Renata
Nov. 29, 2023, 9:13 a.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
Today, I found myself entwined in the irony of my own choices, a twist of fate that did not escape my notice. In the pursuit of finding my inner self, I decided to embark on a moving meditation along the expanse of the shores around Arx.
As I treaded the sandy shores, the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the coastline initially felt like a melodic invitation to mindfulness. The salty breeze whispered promises of catharsis, and the sun, a golden orb in the sky, cast its warm embrace upon the landscape. It seemed the perfect setting for a journey within, a communion with the self amidst the beauty of nature.
However, the irony unfolded with each step, for beneath the surface of the cerulean waters lay the unknown, a realm that stirred a latent anxiety within me. The ocean, with its vastness and enigmatic depths, became a metaphorical mirror reflecting the shadows of my deepest fears. The very waves that were meant to bring tranquility began to carry an undertow of unease.
The crashing surf, once a symphony of nature's rhythm, now mirrored the tumult within my mind. It became a reminder that, sometimes, the pursuit of peace requires confronting the unsettling truths that lie beneath the surface. The nightmares that lurked in the recesses of my thoughts manifested in the rolling waves, a paradoxical dance between the desire for tranquility and the inevitability of facing one's fears.
Perhaps, in this confluence of contradictions, I will find the answers I seek, or maybe I'll simply learn to navigate the delicate balance between the serene and the unsettling.
As I treaded the sandy shores, the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the coastline initially felt like a melodic invitation to mindfulness. The salty breeze whispered promises of catharsis, and the sun, a golden orb in the sky, cast its warm embrace upon the landscape. It seemed the perfect setting for a journey within, a communion with the self amidst the beauty of nature.
However, the irony unfolded with each step, for beneath the surface of the cerulean waters lay the unknown, a realm that stirred a latent anxiety within me. The ocean, with its vastness and enigmatic depths, became a metaphorical mirror reflecting the shadows of my deepest fears. The very waves that were meant to bring tranquility began to carry an undertow of unease.
The crashing surf, once a symphony of nature's rhythm, now mirrored the tumult within my mind. It became a reminder that, sometimes, the pursuit of peace requires confronting the unsettling truths that lie beneath the surface. The nightmares that lurked in the recesses of my thoughts manifested in the rolling waves, a paradoxical dance between the desire for tranquility and the inevitability of facing one's fears.
Perhaps, in this confluence of contradictions, I will find the answers I seek, or maybe I'll simply learn to navigate the delicate balance between the serene and the unsettling.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 29, 2023, 8:57 a.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
There are ideas that were thought to be unthinkable, songs thought to be unsingable, fears thought to be unstoppable yet here we are, in the midst of them all and clinging to each other, the familiar, and our faith for stability, for hope.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 29, 2023, 8:08 a.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
Bee swarms leave very large shadows.
Written By Martino
Nov. 29, 2023, 4:05 a.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
Neither by Chance nor Fate. Several years ago the Shav'Arvani House Nonpurdo declared themselves our enemy after their grotesque attack on Duchess Calypso Malvici leading to her death. As Malvici we declared that there would be no home for these Shav'Arvani within our lands, within our territories and within our home. That we would secure the site where the Duchess was last seen and then turn our attention to our enemies.
At first, House Nonpurdo's home of Asti was defeated and the city was to become ours. Second their allies, two other Shav'Arvani Houses, were to be given the same treatment. We Malvici drew together our forces, our lieges working with us, and with that those who struck against us first and stole from us the Duchess Calypso have felt a reminder that to strike against a Malvici will see the harshest of retaliations.
Asti is now ours, their inhabitants bend the knee, and bloodshed from those in the city is avoided as they saw no wish to resist. The Malvici black and red flies above the keep, the Golden Hawk of Southport hangs proudly.
We now conclude our response, we now see our enemies defeated, neither through chance nor fate.
At first, House Nonpurdo's home of Asti was defeated and the city was to become ours. Second their allies, two other Shav'Arvani Houses, were to be given the same treatment. We Malvici drew together our forces, our lieges working with us, and with that those who struck against us first and stole from us the Duchess Calypso have felt a reminder that to strike against a Malvici will see the harshest of retaliations.
Asti is now ours, their inhabitants bend the knee, and bloodshed from those in the city is avoided as they saw no wish to resist. The Malvici black and red flies above the keep, the Golden Hawk of Southport hangs proudly.
We now conclude our response, we now see our enemies defeated, neither through chance nor fate.
Written By Raven
Nov. 28, 2023, 8:43 p.m.(4/11/1021 AR)
Do not be the next person who tells me I am being a martyr, or taking on to much, or thinks I might benefit from your views on time management. I promise you it will not be worth it. Bless all those who have offered to help or to promise to look into things and promised to raise a flag if there is trouble so I needn't keep track of everything but rather rely on the army of of the informed and involved so that I can trust that I do indeed, do not have to be everywhere and do everything. Some day it is you all who I will find some way to repay.
Written By Esme
Nov. 28, 2023, 8:01 p.m.(4/11/1021 AR)
Very well.
You have asked and I shall answer.
You have asked and I shall answer.
Written By Raja
Nov. 28, 2023, 3:06 p.m.(4/10/1021 AR)
Someone left a disturbing book in my shop. I don't know if this is some sort of gag, a warning, or a threat.
Written By Sen'azala
Nov. 28, 2023, 7:11 a.m.(4/10/1021 AR)
Two to remember, and one for hope. That's the price of raven feathers.
It would have to be, right? What kind of friend would I be, if I let it be anything else?
It would have to be, right? What kind of friend would I be, if I let it be anything else?
Written By Medeia
Nov. 27, 2023, 11:30 p.m.(4/9/1021 AR)
After a lovely opportunity getting to catch up with Duke Ryhalt, during which I noted that I had been meant to be a very-spare lady - one married off to a quiet life - but somehow ended up here, I slipped away to the Great Archive with a burning curiosity: How did I get here?
I spent some time looking over those earliest journals of my time in the city. Ones filled with memories that came flooding back as I read them. They were so vivid! And I wept for that girl, the one who listened as a lord shouted at the sky that she was more beautiful than the moon and stars, the one who had her not-yet husband imply he believed her capable of invading and conquering a barony, the one who cherished every bit of trust put in her as a midwife by new mothers.
I wept because I have always been here.
I spent some time looking over those earliest journals of my time in the city. Ones filled with memories that came flooding back as I read them. They were so vivid! And I wept for that girl, the one who listened as a lord shouted at the sky that she was more beautiful than the moon and stars, the one who had her not-yet husband imply he believed her capable of invading and conquering a barony, the one who cherished every bit of trust put in her as a midwife by new mothers.
I wept because I have always been here.
Written By Lianne
Nov. 27, 2023, 9:38 p.m.(4/9/1021 AR)
Sometimes, the answers are obvious. Not everything is a puzzle or a purpose. Some things are exactly as they seem, no overthinking required.
I ought to keep this in mind.
I ought to keep this in mind.
Written By Raymesin
Nov. 27, 2023, 4:55 p.m.(4/9/1021 AR)
A new age of Paladins is upon us. Stand forth and answer the call to arms, or do not. Either way, choose.
Written By Preston
Nov. 27, 2023, 3:02 p.m.(4/8/1021 AR)
It seems there is little time left before a large confrontation with our enemy. No time for all the grand dreams, for the great castles once again to protect us, for the age of Paladins to return fully, to have trained Paladins leading and guiding the Templars into those places they must go. But Gloria's command is not to protect when it is convenient, or protect when you are ready. Honour does not have such flexibility, duty does not offer such choice. So we go with what we have, and pray it is enough. If it is not, then we still go. Because that is what is right.
We bow our head before battle, and we say our prayer. Not for victory. Not for might. Not for numbers or for skill. Our prayer is for the strength of will, the endurance, to carry our honour through to the end. Head unbowed, oaths unbroken. That is how we will return. Home or to the shining lands.
We bow our head before battle, and we say our prayer. Not for victory. Not for might. Not for numbers or for skill. Our prayer is for the strength of will, the endurance, to carry our honour through to the end. Head unbowed, oaths unbroken. That is how we will return. Home or to the shining lands.
Written By Renata
Nov. 27, 2023, 2:33 p.m.(4/8/1021 AR)
I found myself once again ensnared in the clutches of a waking nightmare, yet the setting had shifted like sand beneath my feet. Instead of the foreboding streets of Luciva, I awoke upon the spring shores of Arx, the moonlit waves caressing the shoreline in rhythmic whispers. I stood barefoot in a delicate nightgown, the cool embrace of the sea sending shivers through my being.
The air was filled with a sense of surreal tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous dream. As I gazed at the calm waters, I could almost hear the gentle lullaby sung by the ocean, a deceptive serenity masking the mysteries that lurked beneath the surface.
Yet, the nightmare persisted. The waters, though seemingly serene, carried an undercurrent of unease. With each step along the shore, the temperature of the sea intensified, the once-refreshing chill turning into an icy grip that sent shivers up my spine. It was as if the sea itself harbored a secret, a malevolence hidden beneath its seemingly placid surface.
In the distance, the outline of the Pravus fleet emerged from the shadows, their sails billowing in the moonlit night.
My nightgown billowed around me like a ghostly veil, and the cold waters whispered secrets that remained just beyond the grasp of understanding.
The sand beneath my feet felt like quicksand, each step a struggle...
To wake up falling upon the sands of Arx...
I need answers to why these hooded men find me in my dreams
The air was filled with a sense of surreal tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous dream. As I gazed at the calm waters, I could almost hear the gentle lullaby sung by the ocean, a deceptive serenity masking the mysteries that lurked beneath the surface.
Yet, the nightmare persisted. The waters, though seemingly serene, carried an undercurrent of unease. With each step along the shore, the temperature of the sea intensified, the once-refreshing chill turning into an icy grip that sent shivers up my spine. It was as if the sea itself harbored a secret, a malevolence hidden beneath its seemingly placid surface.
In the distance, the outline of the Pravus fleet emerged from the shadows, their sails billowing in the moonlit night.
My nightgown billowed around me like a ghostly veil, and the cold waters whispered secrets that remained just beyond the grasp of understanding.
The sand beneath my feet felt like quicksand, each step a struggle...
To wake up falling upon the sands of Arx...
I need answers to why these hooded men find me in my dreams
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 27, 2023, 9:16 a.m.(4/8/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
Did I read you're an explorer? Hi! Hello! Welcome!
Written By Jan
Nov. 26, 2023, 10:06 p.m.(4/7/1021 AR)
I was damn proud of who I was. What I accomplished. For most of my life anyway. I don't know when that stopped being true and I am not really sure what to do about it now.
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