Written By Gwenna
July 14, 2020, 4:59 p.m.(8/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
"The victor always gets to write history."
The poignancy of this statement really struck me.
The poignancy of this statement really struck me.
Written By Thea
July 14, 2020, 3:16 p.m.(8/26/1013 AR)
I sat and had a QUIET birthday with my family. Sorta. Nia truly is loud. But it was nice. However it was decided that a party has to be thrown. So, a party we will be having soon. Cheers to surviving another year.
Written By Sirius
July 14, 2020, 12:20 p.m.(8/26/1013 AR)
Hello, custodian,
I'm back. Delayed, perhaps, but back nonetheless,
Odd were the times, when Alberich Valardin took stage in my life and decided on sharing some of his well-guarded wisdom to me. This was when I was much more than a childe, but of seventeen winters lived and two years before my planned departure to Arx. He knew my mind was set then to officership, and the leading of warriors, so he decided to impart upon me an insight he kept to avoid encouraging me until that very moment, where he knew my mind was set.
Never a man to dress words prettily, his had always been crude choice-tells to describe; "Never make friends with your soldiers, with your men. They'll despise you for it. Think you weak. But don't be a despot, either. A middle ground, Sirius, a middle ground."
Today, out in camp, his words resonated in me yet again. They come, juggling and jiving, from time to time.
I was in my tent when a Knight approached with a pained look upon his face. He bid me come, follow him, for there was something I had to see. I asked him beforehand what it'd be, but he said he lacked the words. He'd prefer I witnessed. So I looked down at my work - plotting the march for the coming days - but, judging by the look beneath his sallet's visor, it could wait.
Arm in arm had an Abandoned woman being carried into camp by two men-at-arms. By the time I arrived, a throng of knights and dames circled around this 'someone'. I broke my way through the crowd, and the company quieted down as I came into the clearing to find her unconscious on the ground. Her back was stripped raw and I know I could see a rib or two poking out. Thorns had broken off of some brutish whip for the task, embedding themselves in her flesh, and her skin was hanging in strands where it hung at all.
It was good she passed out. Not because she would be in horrible pain, but because I think she might not otherwise have stopped.
It was self-inflicted.
Many in the company said, told me, that her arrival was a bad omen. The more superstitious. Others demanded she'd be given sanctuary, healed, the more reasonable ones. Outnumbered by those who clung to tradition, they likened me to a hero should I throw her back into the dead bog they found her in, but I refused such an idea. Her wounds were dressed, her unconsciousness awaited by a Mercy on hand to augur her back into the land of the living, and with a translator, she was sent back into the wilderness with supplies to reach Arx. Before she woke, I had Dame Camille find her tools of torture and hide them from her. It is for little cause, but what else could I do?
Is mercy in the face of adversity tyranny? It is not. I'm not looking for validation. But when the world demands of us to compromise, and the act chafes, and it hurts, and it is difficult, I can understand the comfort of yielding. I considered it.
I am just glad she was fine, however long she'll want to keep herself as 'fine' as we left her.
That's it for today, Custodian,
Take care.
I'm back. Delayed, perhaps, but back nonetheless,
Odd were the times, when Alberich Valardin took stage in my life and decided on sharing some of his well-guarded wisdom to me. This was when I was much more than a childe, but of seventeen winters lived and two years before my planned departure to Arx. He knew my mind was set then to officership, and the leading of warriors, so he decided to impart upon me an insight he kept to avoid encouraging me until that very moment, where he knew my mind was set.
Never a man to dress words prettily, his had always been crude choice-tells to describe; "Never make friends with your soldiers, with your men. They'll despise you for it. Think you weak. But don't be a despot, either. A middle ground, Sirius, a middle ground."
Today, out in camp, his words resonated in me yet again. They come, juggling and jiving, from time to time.
I was in my tent when a Knight approached with a pained look upon his face. He bid me come, follow him, for there was something I had to see. I asked him beforehand what it'd be, but he said he lacked the words. He'd prefer I witnessed. So I looked down at my work - plotting the march for the coming days - but, judging by the look beneath his sallet's visor, it could wait.
Arm in arm had an Abandoned woman being carried into camp by two men-at-arms. By the time I arrived, a throng of knights and dames circled around this 'someone'. I broke my way through the crowd, and the company quieted down as I came into the clearing to find her unconscious on the ground. Her back was stripped raw and I know I could see a rib or two poking out. Thorns had broken off of some brutish whip for the task, embedding themselves in her flesh, and her skin was hanging in strands where it hung at all.
It was good she passed out. Not because she would be in horrible pain, but because I think she might not otherwise have stopped.
It was self-inflicted.
Many in the company said, told me, that her arrival was a bad omen. The more superstitious. Others demanded she'd be given sanctuary, healed, the more reasonable ones. Outnumbered by those who clung to tradition, they likened me to a hero should I throw her back into the dead bog they found her in, but I refused such an idea. Her wounds were dressed, her unconsciousness awaited by a Mercy on hand to augur her back into the land of the living, and with a translator, she was sent back into the wilderness with supplies to reach Arx. Before she woke, I had Dame Camille find her tools of torture and hide them from her. It is for little cause, but what else could I do?
Is mercy in the face of adversity tyranny? It is not. I'm not looking for validation. But when the world demands of us to compromise, and the act chafes, and it hurts, and it is difficult, I can understand the comfort of yielding. I considered it.
I am just glad she was fine, however long she'll want to keep herself as 'fine' as we left her.
That's it for today, Custodian,
Take care.
Written By Piccola
July 14, 2020, 8:17 a.m.(8/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
The victor always gets to write history.
Written By Abby
July 13, 2020, 11:28 p.m.(8/25/1013 AR)
Dearest Death, Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings,
Hello. Hi. It's me. Sister Abby. I hope you had a nice day.
I've been settling into the city nicely, I think. I really wanna go to the Valardin ward soon and visit the rest of my family. Siblings and Auntie Margerie. It's been such a long time. I hope they still remember what I look like. They probably do. Memory is reliable a good chunk of the time.
I do a lot of chores at your shrine. I like to light the candles. I like to tidy up the benches. Sometimes I say hello to the spiders. Not a lot of people seem to like spiders around here. I thought it was just an Oathlands thing, but no. Many city people don't like them either. I guess I can see why. Lots of legs and their webs are hard to get out of your hair. Oh well. I'll try to make friends with as many spiders as I can to make up for it. I hope that will make you happy.
Sometimes people come and talk to me about dying. Sometimes they talk to me about souls. I like helping people, but I'm afraid I don't always have all the answers they want. I guess it's more important to have the answers they need. I just wish they smiled a little more. It's always so dark in your shrine. Smiles light it up. Like all those grinning skulls. They're so happy.
Anyway, that's me for now. Goodbye and goodnight.
Hello. Hi. It's me. Sister Abby. I hope you had a nice day.
I've been settling into the city nicely, I think. I really wanna go to the Valardin ward soon and visit the rest of my family. Siblings and Auntie Margerie. It's been such a long time. I hope they still remember what I look like. They probably do. Memory is reliable a good chunk of the time.
I do a lot of chores at your shrine. I like to light the candles. I like to tidy up the benches. Sometimes I say hello to the spiders. Not a lot of people seem to like spiders around here. I thought it was just an Oathlands thing, but no. Many city people don't like them either. I guess I can see why. Lots of legs and their webs are hard to get out of your hair. Oh well. I'll try to make friends with as many spiders as I can to make up for it. I hope that will make you happy.
Sometimes people come and talk to me about dying. Sometimes they talk to me about souls. I like helping people, but I'm afraid I don't always have all the answers they want. I guess it's more important to have the answers they need. I just wish they smiled a little more. It's always so dark in your shrine. Smiles light it up. Like all those grinning skulls. They're so happy.
Anyway, that's me for now. Goodbye and goodnight.
Written By Esme
July 13, 2020, 11:13 p.m.(8/25/1013 AR)
White Journal Poll to any that may read this:
What defines good and bad?
What defines good and bad?
Written By Victus
July 13, 2020, 9:31 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
The city is from above is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Really makes up for the canyon that wolf monster left in my chest.
Yeah, still a little miffed about that wolf monster. I'll try harder in the future not to pick fights with bushes.
Yeah, still a little miffed about that wolf monster. I'll try harder in the future not to pick fights with bushes.
Written By Rosalind
July 13, 2020, 7:14 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
Wait? New nickname? It's not that one Krit was calls me is it?! Oh no! Princess Patron Gwenna...we should discuss this!
Written By Thea
July 13, 2020, 7:06 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Caprice
I received my outfit for the Masquerade Ball from Messere Caprice Artiglio this evening. It is absolutely amazing and she is did such an amazing job! I don't wear gowns TOO often, but I would certainly recommend her to anyone. And would wear anything by her design again.
And no. I'm not telling you anything about. You'll just have to guess at the Ball. Not even sorry!
And no. I'm not telling you anything about. You'll just have to guess at the Ball. Not even sorry!
Written By Tanith
July 13, 2020, 2:20 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
New armor -and- a new weapon, all in the same week?
I'm spoiled.
And the weapon itself ... stunning. Exquisite. If it wasn't made by Dame Ida Ferron, I'd be worried it'd fall apart, it looks more like art than an ax.
It's beautiful, all the little details, balanced, it takes to my grip and hefts like it was made for me and only me (which it was, thank you). A thoughtful gift from someone much beloved.
I'm spoiled.
And the weapon itself ... stunning. Exquisite. If it wasn't made by Dame Ida Ferron, I'd be worried it'd fall apart, it looks more like art than an ax.
It's beautiful, all the little details, balanced, it takes to my grip and hefts like it was made for me and only me (which it was, thank you). A thoughtful gift from someone much beloved.
Written By Tanith
July 13, 2020, 2:16 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
New armor requires testing it, and gods, did I. I'm going to be feeling this for at least a week, I've got handprints and bruises in places I don't usually (and scholar, that's telling you something). But I held my own for a decent amount of time, I think the husband was about as proud of it as I was even though he was the victor in the end.
Apollo Oakwood does fine work, let me tell you. When Raymesin Ulbran says he's not worried about me, having tested the armor himself? That's a recommendation you can take to the bank.
Apollo Oakwood does fine work, let me tell you. When Raymesin Ulbran says he's not worried about me, having tested the armor himself? That's a recommendation you can take to the bank.
Written By Gwenna
July 13, 2020, 7:36 a.m.(8/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Duchess Khanne's impromptu belated birthday celebration was incredible fun! Too often I let duties keep me from parties and I am glad I put down the ledgers for a change to attend this one. Such a warm gathering of people who clearly adore our beloved Vala, which I count myself among. From song to drink to one of the most cheerful cakes I have ever seen, I enjoyed myself a great deal. I even won twenty silver in a bet with Lord Kritr! I do believe Lady Rosalind has a new nickname now as well. All told, I am very glad I went and must try to do so more often for such things going forward.
Written By Mabelle
July 13, 2020, 6:49 a.m.(8/23/1013 AR)
The new week marks the beginning of the two weeks cookie contest!
I already got some very amusing entries. And bribes. And recommendations.
Bribe is cute but its not going to help you! Only the cookie counts.
Morning Coffee will be delightful this week!
I already got some very amusing entries. And bribes. And recommendations.
Bribe is cute but its not going to help you! Only the cookie counts.
Morning Coffee will be delightful this week!
Written By Monique
July 13, 2020, 3:14 a.m.(8/23/1013 AR)
It has almost been a year. Send whiskey.
Written By Lisebet
July 12, 2020, 10:05 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
I wandered by the Golden Hart and watched the competitors - it reminded me of my early days in Arx, when I used to go watch regularly. Don't tell Ryhalt I said that, I'm still not sure he ever knew.
Written By Khanne
July 12, 2020, 10:04 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
Bri Bri... you are a sly, sly one. Sneaking that surprise on me like that! Congratulations!!!
Written By Porter
July 12, 2020, 10 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Brannen
Not entirely like his sister. But I wonder if they realize they both do the same sort of fist-to-chest greeting? Maybe that's standard knight behavior. I probably should have ask. I got distracted talking about axes.
Written By Khanne
July 12, 2020, 10 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
Thank you to everyone who was able to celebrate (belatedly) my birthday with me at the Spirits. It was great fun and I hope to see all of you again soon!
Written By Braith
July 12, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
"OI! Gather round as I sing this song
In honor of a well known lady
For as old as she gets the younger she seems
So lets all sing along......
"One year older, two years younger
How does she do it no one knows
Who cares when theirs drinks and the correct chorus
Huzzah for Vala Khanne!"
Do not be shy and stamp your feet
To whatever beat you may sense
No one is wrong when its time to celebrate.
Come now keep the beeeaaat."
"One year older, two years younger
How does she do it no one knows
Who cares when theirs drinks and the correct chorus
Huzzah for Vala Khanne!"
A very happy brithday to Khanne!
In honor of a well known lady
For as old as she gets the younger she seems
So lets all sing along......
"One year older, two years younger
How does she do it no one knows
Who cares when theirs drinks and the correct chorus
Huzzah for Vala Khanne!"
Do not be shy and stamp your feet
To whatever beat you may sense
No one is wrong when its time to celebrate.
Come now keep the beeeaaat."
"One year older, two years younger
How does she do it no one knows
Who cares when theirs drinks and the correct chorus
Huzzah for Vala Khanne!"
A very happy brithday to Khanne!
Written By Sirius
July 12, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
Dog is not for sale anymore.
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