Written By Apollo
Nov. 13, 2020, 3:53 a.m.(5/17/1014 AR)
Not Death alone;
For we in our reaching
stretch large as we dare.
Written By Victus
Nov. 13, 2020, 1:32 a.m.(5/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
He deserved better than this. He deserved to live long and find a peaceful end.
May those behind this assassination die swiftly. It is more than they deserve.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 12, 2020, 11:57 p.m.(5/17/1014 AR)
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 12, 2020, 11:02 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
the roots spread wide
through shadow and silt
without soil's restraint.
So too in bloody pools
to reap darker blooms.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 12, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
As well, Skald has been worshiped in Jadairal, in Weijin, since before you were a Compact. Skald and all of the gods. The Empire is faithful to the Pantheon.
My invitation was not made to you but to those born without your many advantages. I hope they hear it. But also I hope if you wish to learn more, you ask the emissaries here for permission to visit and see for yourself. To properly learn and do away with your assumptions.
Written By Hamish
Nov. 12, 2020, 8:07 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
We have lost a bulwark of justice.
We have lost a shield of the faith.
We have lost one closest to the gods.
Dominus Orazio was a great man. I knew him far less than many and I grieve for moments denied just as I grieve for what we have lost.
Remember your friends and your family, all of those that you love and that love you. War is coming. War is here. We will not all live to see the other side of it.
Written By Nina
Nov. 12, 2020, 7:50 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
I wonder why I associated it with Oathlanders. No, I know why, though... because it's armored and it's rather stiff.
Written By Gwenna
Nov. 12, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
What was wonderful was that we discussed it and while we both had different views, he didn't make me feel like the stance was patently wrong or misguided. He was someone that I believe often told people not what they wanted to hear, but what they needed to hear. I left that meeting feeling like he felt I had promise, and if I kept growing and learning, I might have a bright future in Arx. I never told him how hopeful that made me feel that day, and how it eased my worries about being a good Voice for House Redrain a little bit. We never really crossed paths again after that, beyond Assemblies or other meetings of the sort, and I always meant to reach out again to speak - but time has a way of slipping through our fingers when we think we have all the time in the world.
I regret very much that I never thanked him for his kindness and conversation, or told him how it impacted me. I will hold fast to the memory of a quiet morning and lively discussion, and of tea and brunch with the man who surely changed no few lives during his own.
I mourn his loss, and I mourn for those who were lost fighting against these terrible attacks against Faith, House, and Compact. Though, too, I am grateful that many, my dear friends among them, escaped with their lives.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 12, 2020, 6:16 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Yesterday was the kind of day I might have mused about to my uncle, those days where you can see the gods at work, and he would have listened patiently as I feebly worked my way toward some understanding - minor though it might be. Within just hours, I went from planning for the city's precious beginnings to being faced with dire endings. He would have understood, I think, all the complex feelings I have about the two together and having been the Harlequin who said his prayer.
I was reminded today to look to the living. And so I'd like to extend my sincerest thanks to Marquessa Reigna for running to the Queensrest with me and bandaging those we could in the streets, Princess Reese for standing watch over us, Samira for making sure I got home somehow, my Baroness-Regent Lucita for staying the night with me. To those who have sent notes of condolence, who have offered help, who have attempted to visit but been turned away - and the one who was let in. To those who fought across the city and those that took on the solemn duty of tending the injuries. To everyone who stands for the Compact.
Someone, someday soon, will remove Ivan Helianthus's head from his shoulders. Whoever you are, may the gods guide and bless you.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:39 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:38 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I'm sorry I never really got to know you.
Written By Raymesin
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:32 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
Written By Sabella
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:28 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
And I saw the Gods themselves answer prayers to help in the fight by sending rain to quench the flames. They crushed the heretics that had retreated into the Cathedral they tried to destroy.
They are with us.
It is so important for us to not give up hope in moments like these when grief can be overwhelming. What I saw last night was terrifying in the moment, but I also was able to return home without a scratch because the people of Arx, the people of the Compact rallied together to defeat the threat we faced. Many had swords, others buckets, some only their voices, but we all stood in opposition and fought for the Faith and the Gods. Regardless of family or house or affiliation to one of the many groups in Arvum we all stood as one.
The Cathedral walls still stand and I have no doubt that the restoration of the inner sanctum will be absolutely glorious--a testament to how much the people of Arvum love and cherish our gods and each other.
Those who have fallen will never be forgotten. Let their memories inspire us to be our best for what comes next.
Written By Belladonna
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:24 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
Written By Valdemar
Nov. 12, 2020, 3:19 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Zyanya
Written By Sydney
Nov. 12, 2020, 2:54 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
5.14.1014 AR
Written By Neve
Nov. 12, 2020, 2:49 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
I didn't kill the man I intended. I shot, and it went by him. And it struck an even eviler man doing even eviler things behind him right in the eye. So..I kind of killed the wrong man, not the one I was aiming at - but I killed this man by sort-of accident in a good way? I think?
I don't know the name of the man I killed. I'll probably never know it. We don't know what to call him when it comes time to remove his body from it's place. How are people..able to kill other people when they don't even know their names? Does it bother them? Sure, even if they are evil men (and women) and put to sword, or arrow, or frying pan, or whatever have you. Does it weigh on them that they killed a person, even a bad person that would do ill will, that they ended another person of whom they don't even know of? That is the end of their story in this world. Do they have loved ones at home that will never be told of what happened? Considering the actions..maybe that is for the best.
Written By Tanith
Nov. 12, 2020, 2:01 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
I saw a girl I delivered of her mother when I was 17, helping a midwife who was handling twin mothers birthing at the same time. That baby is 15 now, taller than me, long limbs and a big grin and I see her helping her family at the docks. Nearly grown as teenagers seem to look. I don't think I'll have kids of my own to mark the time like that, watching a person go from babe to child to adulthood, but it happens to me just the same. One day, I'll be 75 and she'll be 60. 95 and 80. If I'm lucky. And then we'd be old together and-
...fuck, scholar. Sorry. There's something in my eye.
Written By Zoey
Nov. 12, 2020, 1:02 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
My home was attacked.
They came with hammers, smashing a hole in the wall, pouring in by the dozens chanting "Death to Kennex!" They came with fire, and they came with steel, threatening to kill every soul they encountered here and burn everything to the ground.
I took up my bow and stationed myself on the landing overlooking our great hall while Lord Ian joined the fray below. Once Lord Wash had seen to it that the children and their nannies were safely barricaded away he joined me on the stairs. The battle raged on, furnishings catching fire as blades clashed and arrows rained down. Count Dominico Magnotta, one of my proteges, followed the invaders in and joined my husband in cutting them down and driving them back.
As you might have guessed we were successful, but the price was high. Among the bodies of the traitors were many of our own soldiers and members of our household staff, many of them ex-thralls freed by House Kennex. They will be mourned, and we will seek justice for them as well.
I also took an arrow to the chest that by some miracle did not pierce my lung or my heart, though I suspect I will be laid up in bed for some time. For a moment I thought the Queen of Endings would receive me then, but Lord Wash and Count Domonico saw to me until Lady Juliana arrived, and another of my proteges, Mitress Raja Culler, comforted me while the arrows were removed and my wounds tended.
What matters most is House Kennex still stands. Our family and our duchy will endure.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 12, 2020, 12:41 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
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