Written By Philippe
Nov. 15, 2020, 6:27 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
I have beheld a number of grim spectacles in my time. I had never expected to live so long as to see an assassination of a man of the Faith, never mind our beloved Dominus. The barbarism and cruelty of the act is at odds with everything that we as a people represent. It was an act intended solely to inflict maximum harm on the most vulnerable, an act without humanity.
Is this the act of a great empire? Is this what they would do with their vast power? How cowardly. Does this empire succeed on the strength of striking the weak from a position of surprise? I was led to believe these people were great and powerful, that they were somehow above us humble Compact folk. And yet here they are, engaging in a gutless strike against a person of the cloth, many against one. No military gain was to be had here by inflicting harm on the weakest. It was purely an act of petulance, the act of a poorly raised child whose frail honor has been offended by an off-hand comment.
Is this the strength of your mighty chains? Is it all you can do to harm us? We are in awe of your might, Dune Kingdoms, for murdering an unarmed man without armor or blade with a mob. Truly yours is the empire that will inherit all the world. I marvel at what feats your superior empire may achieve next in our small, trifling Compact. Perhaps with all of your almighty power you may rally up a hundred soldiers to sack-beat a group of unruly children for causing some minor offense to your mighty god of chains.
Is this the act of a great empire? Is this what they would do with their vast power? How cowardly. Does this empire succeed on the strength of striking the weak from a position of surprise? I was led to believe these people were great and powerful, that they were somehow above us humble Compact folk. And yet here they are, engaging in a gutless strike against a person of the cloth, many against one. No military gain was to be had here by inflicting harm on the weakest. It was purely an act of petulance, the act of a poorly raised child whose frail honor has been offended by an off-hand comment.
Is this the strength of your mighty chains? Is it all you can do to harm us? We are in awe of your might, Dune Kingdoms, for murdering an unarmed man without armor or blade with a mob. Truly yours is the empire that will inherit all the world. I marvel at what feats your superior empire may achieve next in our small, trifling Compact. Perhaps with all of your almighty power you may rally up a hundred soldiers to sack-beat a group of unruly children for causing some minor offense to your mighty god of chains.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 15, 2020, 6:22 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
I have no idea what to say to people right now. People are suffering and sad and it hurts to see. I didn't know Dominus Orazio, but I see how others felt. Or hear. And I've also seen how the Compact is coming together, uniting. My family's choice to bend the knee may not have been a terrible idea, after watching how quick people are responding to a crisis.
Written By Martino
Nov. 15, 2020, 6:01 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
Thanks for the missive in the early hours.
It was a bit too early but, still, always appreciated.
It was a bit too early but, still, always appreciated.
Written By Carmen
Nov. 15, 2020, 5:39 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
It's been a few weeks since I've been back in Arx. I've met plenty of new folks and about drunk half my body-weight in alcohol. The news coming from the west leaves me on edge and I'm just waiting for the next contract. I could use it. Sitting around and feeling restless isn't helping. I know it's the tension, especially since the horrible news about the Dominus.
What can I do. Continue to wait? Or maybe enlist on my own.
What can I do. Continue to wait? Or maybe enlist on my own.
Written By Caspian
Nov. 15, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Alas, the threats against this alliance have distracted the nobility from getting too drunk, angering each other, and hiring duelists like myself to resolve their disputes.
I'll never get anywhere sitting on my hands, so I've decided to figure out how to get involved in these conflicts. I'd prefer to be involved in the North, because I hear the need is greater there, but anywhere that I can make a name for myself will suffice. I'll have to continue to reach out to people to find out how I can lend my assistance.
I'll never get anywhere sitting on my hands, so I've decided to figure out how to get involved in these conflicts. I'd prefer to be involved in the North, because I hear the need is greater there, but anywhere that I can make a name for myself will suffice. I'll have to continue to reach out to people to find out how I can lend my assistance.
Written By Valencia
Nov. 15, 2020, 5:31 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
When speaking with passion or when one’s emotions are uncontrolled, sometimes we find that our tongues often run away with us and do not actually reflect how we feel or what we wish.
I am sure all of us can remember a time when our emotions got the better of us. We spoke out of turn or said something flippant or outrageous in frustration or grief, especially in the company of someone we think we can trust to help us work through the distress and find calm and reason again.
More often than not, these things are not seriously meant and we deeply regret and find what was said to be embarrassing or even abhorrent when clear heads prevail and we are more ourselves again.
I was not privy to the conversation recently being gossiped about and can only speak from my observations thus far, but it seems very out of character for the person in question to be someone who would cause deadly harm to anyone. As Professor Orick articulately put it, “Foolish, maybe. Dangerous, no.”
Do people wish others ill or take evil action? Yes, of course. However, I am grateful that for the most part this is not something that happens very often. Most who wish ill or to commit crimes are private about plans and do not confess their intentions.
It hurts my heart to see such horrible rifts form over rash moments, especially when we must all try our best to be there for each other. It is my greatest wish that misunderstandings like this be quickly and compassionately addressed, differences set to rest, lessons learned, and families made whole again.
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I am sure all of us can remember a time when our emotions got the better of us. We spoke out of turn or said something flippant or outrageous in frustration or grief, especially in the company of someone we think we can trust to help us work through the distress and find calm and reason again.
More often than not, these things are not seriously meant and we deeply regret and find what was said to be embarrassing or even abhorrent when clear heads prevail and we are more ourselves again.
I was not privy to the conversation recently being gossiped about and can only speak from my observations thus far, but it seems very out of character for the person in question to be someone who would cause deadly harm to anyone. As Professor Orick articulately put it, “Foolish, maybe. Dangerous, no.”
Do people wish others ill or take evil action? Yes, of course. However, I am grateful that for the most part this is not something that happens very often. Most who wish ill or to commit crimes are private about plans and do not confess their intentions.
It hurts my heart to see such horrible rifts form over rash moments, especially when we must all try our best to be there for each other. It is my greatest wish that misunderstandings like this be quickly and compassionately addressed, differences set to rest, lessons learned, and families made whole again.
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Written By Venturo
Nov. 15, 2020, 5:29 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
As luck would have it, it proved to be an eventful week right when I come back to Arx after a lengthy journey through Arvum. Too much, of course, to capture my thoughts here, save to say this: it pleases me that the Marquessa Lianne understands both the time necessary to do my work, and is more than happy to sponsor the Kismet Carnival of Arx this summer. In these times especially, we all could use a bit of a distraction, something to enjoy and ground us.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 15, 2020, 5:24 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Weaving paths to remain entwined
A leaning weight or soft recline
With forceful tap or purr to remind
That your gentle affection is ever mine.
A leaning weight or soft recline
With forceful tap or purr to remind
That your gentle affection is ever mine.
Written By Kiera
Nov. 15, 2020, 4:19 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
As my mind reeled from the events of the past week, I search for something that comes clearly through the haze of shock and I realized this in ways I had not before. Words have immense power. This past week i had been careless with my words in a potentially dangerous way and was kindly reminded of such. As if to hammer the point home I watched others suffer consequences of their words that they almost cetainly did not intend. No longer do I live with confidence that because i do not weild a sword, I cannot injure others or because I am not a soldier facing battle, I will not face mortal danger. For each time, I have been gently cautioned about my speech I wonder at the number of times i have unknowingly wounded or endangered with them. I apologize to all those who received such words and pledge to take more care with my words from this day forward. May lies be vanqiished, may troth prevail
Written By Amari
Nov. 15, 2020, 3:28 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kastelon
Congratulations, cousin! I'm sure you'll distinguish yourself and one day you may even be trusted with a ballista as well.
I mean really, who hasn't accidentally clipped a friend or family member with an arrow during a hectic battle? These things happen.
I mean really, who hasn't accidentally clipped a friend or family member with an arrow during a hectic battle? These things happen.
Written By Svana
Nov. 15, 2020, 3:24 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Emberly
I am wholly unsurprised by this turn of events. That woman is nothing but a snake. She couldn't treat commoners with respect, so I do not have any pity for her now that she's been... compromised.
Written By Porter
Nov. 15, 2020, 3:13 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Bree
I don't regret anything I did that day and I don't want you to either.
Written By Porter
Nov. 15, 2020, 3:11 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I was feeling well enough today to escape the Damsel after Bree left for other duties. I hauled myself across the city and spent a good chunk of my evening with Dame Ida, who showed me how to load and shoot a trebuchet. We shot straw all over the Templar Siege Yard. And in the summer, we're going to fling watermelons. I'm very excited.
I can also make an *exceptional* nail now. I'm certain that anyone reading this is truly blown away with how exciting that is.
I can also make an *exceptional* nail now. I'm certain that anyone reading this is truly blown away with how exciting that is.
Written By Porter
Nov. 15, 2020, 3:09 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
I've had a lot of time to think about what I would write today. But in the end, I don't have sufficient words. The building where I took my Godsworn vows, where I forced Aethan to hug me before we stood up before Father Aureth?
I watched the roof of it collapse in on a group of murderous heretics. I watched flames blow out the windows. I watched brothers and sisters of the Templars cut down on the steps. I watched them attempt to defoul everything I hold dear in this life.
I won't have it sit there like a shell. I'm already overwhelmed by the generous nature of this city, of the outpouring of support that's already been directed at the Faith. We're going to rebuild the Great Cathedral. We'll restore what was there and do even more than that. To each of you that I've heard from, thank you. I look forward to working with you in the coming months.
I watched the roof of it collapse in on a group of murderous heretics. I watched flames blow out the windows. I watched brothers and sisters of the Templars cut down on the steps. I watched them attempt to defoul everything I hold dear in this life.
I won't have it sit there like a shell. I'm already overwhelmed by the generous nature of this city, of the outpouring of support that's already been directed at the Faith. We're going to rebuild the Great Cathedral. We'll restore what was there and do even more than that. To each of you that I've heard from, thank you. I look forward to working with you in the coming months.
Written By Seren
Nov. 15, 2020, 1:22 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Taking a walk through the market today brought me to my new favorite sausage vendor. Her family raises pigs not far from the city in an area I'd never been to. Now I know where to angle my walks. Not because I find pigs interesting, but because I've been feeling the need to travel somewhere and I and I can get there and back in a day.
Written By Clara
Nov. 15, 2020, 12:30 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Preemptively...shut up. I'm pregnant and dealing with the repercussions of reading romance books about Salacious Breadcrumbs again.
Written By Clara
Nov. 15, 2020, 12:27 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
If you stand over a rose long enough it will eventually wither and die. But if you step aside and give that same sheltered rose a little sunlight it will bloom into a beautiful flower. Every rose may have it's thorns but those thorns are there to protect it from assholes that cultivate it into a beautiful flower only to try and chop it down. You know... predators.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 15, 2020, 11:49 a.m.(5/21/1014 AR)
How difficult it is to keep in a socializing mood, to keep conversation to a light, polite banter when one is besieged with things about which decisions must be made. Sometimes there is no good choice to make.
Written By Carissa
Nov. 15, 2020, 11:33 a.m.(5/21/1014 AR)
Returning to Arx when I did was very interesting... in such a dark way. I've been mulling over things and processing them. I should have written sooner, but I was in a state of shock.
Of course I returned on the day our dear Dominus was murdered. I never met the man, but I am very upset over these events.
It might make one turn to alcoholism.
Of course I returned on the day our dear Dominus was murdered. I never met the man, but I am very upset over these events.
It might make one turn to alcoholism.
Written By Lisebet
Nov. 15, 2020, 9:33 a.m.(5/21/1014 AR)
I went to the Society of Explorers gauntlet for a bit of a distraction from all the everything going on. It worked. Ryhalt was there and Scout 'Nova. And a few new folks I met for the first time.
I amazingly did not (I think) come in dead last. Though there was that incident with the horse. Perhaps I should invest some time in riding lessons.
I amazingly did not (I think) come in dead last. Though there was that incident with the horse. Perhaps I should invest some time in riding lessons.
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