Written By Sunaia
Jan. 30, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(8.895624999999999/30.155/1012.65796875 AR)
Relationship Note on Ashur
At last, I may write openly:
I am to marry.
Blessed am I for Lord Ashur Sanna, the man who has won not only my hand but my heart and makes me stronger for it.
I am to marry.
Blessed am I for Lord Ashur Sanna, the man who has won not only my hand but my heart and makes me stronger for it.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 29, 2020, 11:31 p.m.(8.893712797619049/30.047916666666666/1012.6578093998016 AR)
Oh dear me. I'm not afraid you shall fail. I'm afraid you shall succeed.
Written By Esme
Jan. 29, 2020, 10:03 p.m.(8.889346891534391/29.80342592592592/1012.6574455742946 AR)
I won the challenge.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 29, 2020, 7:38 p.m.(8.882180886243386/29.402129629629627/1012.656848407187 AR)
Anyone who's ever taken a leap off of a tall enough cliff into the waters below is familiar with the sinking of your stomach right before gravity claims you for the plunge.
Arx feels the same, just now. Poised on the edge of something.
It's in the air itself.
Arx feels the same, just now. Poised on the edge of something.
It's in the air itself.
Written By Tarik
Jan. 29, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(8.874118716931218/28.950648148148147/1012.6561765597443 AR)
One thing I noticed this Summer is that a lot of my acquaintences and friends seem to be getting married or having children. I also realize that I seem to have a lot of noble friends and acquaintences. I am getting old, and perhaps it is time for me to seek out someone to marry, and then I realize I know some people that are older than me that have not married. Maybe I will seek to marry by next winter, or even better maybe I will go a grand camping trip next spring. Camping sounds more fun.
Written By Rey
Jan. 29, 2020, 3:42 p.m.(8.870472883597884/28.74648148148148/1012.6558727402999 AR)
Sometimes we find ourselves in rare moments, were we have the chance to meet someone. They come along into your life unexpectedly, and before you know it, they are a kindred spirit. Another soul that you connect with, who sees you, for you. It is a wondrous and lovely thing. I am humbled by finding such depth of connection.
Written By Jaufrey
Jan. 29, 2020, 3:40 p.m.(8.870360036375661/28.740162037037038/1012.6558633363646 AR)
I have come to a city on the brink of war, and though I am reminded of the consequences, I cannot help but feel ready and eager to test my blade on those that would threaten the safety and liberty of the people of the Compact. I know I am young, but I have seen the horrors of war and know its price. That does not mean we shouldn't pay it.
Should the end come, I only pray that I meet it with my honor intact and that I am remembered, always.
Should the end come, I only pray that I meet it with my honor intact and that I am remembered, always.
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 29, 2020, noon(8.859499007936508/28.131944444444443/1012.6549582506614 AR)
Sylvi's journal made me realize something about my complicated relationship with the Gods. It was not always that way. Being raised in the household we were allowed for little time for the pursuit of faith, not when we had our orders to obey, our moves to make like pawns on the board. I attended sermons, spoke the words, yet did not truly believe. It was simply another task to accomplish.
The slavery changed all of that.
Being made helpless, powerless, has a way to make us pray. All the things I took for granted, all the things I dismissed as merely tasks, suddenly took another shape, another form. A new perspective that gave them new life and meaning. I prayed, in those years. Prayed a thousand times. At first I prayed for myself. Then, as I grew to know the others enslaved with me, my own name faded from my prayers, replaced by those that had become my companions in this hell.
When Damia and I became man and wife, I prayed. I gave thanks. Begged that they protect her. When Aelia came into our lives, I did that and more. I prayed for salvation, for deliverance from the chains for all those kept on that island. For those I had grown to love to be given a fairer, a better, life.
There's some irony, I suppose, that my worst fears and truest hopes would be answered at once.
Afterwards... How could I pray, how could I worship, when they had taken them from me? I blamed the Gods. Blamed Her. Even when I stopped doing so, even when time afforded the healing only it can, I did not pray. When I would go to the shrines, it would be with the knowledge that They are here, yet without the comfort and belief such knowledge should give me. A hollowness where faith should be.
Sylvi's journal made me aware of a great many things, in that peculiar way that comes from reading someone else's writing and reflecting. I decided to do something I hadn't done in what feels like a lifetime ago.
I prayed at the altar of the Queen of Endings today.
I spoke the names of those gone back to Her, the family I had before and after. I spoke the names of those who yet live. So long as I draw breath, I know it is up to me to act and do all I can to support and protect those I care for. Yet for the first time, there is comfort in the knowledge that She is here, at the beginning and at the end, throughout.
Fragile, these seeds of faith. Yet they grow.
The slavery changed all of that.
Being made helpless, powerless, has a way to make us pray. All the things I took for granted, all the things I dismissed as merely tasks, suddenly took another shape, another form. A new perspective that gave them new life and meaning. I prayed, in those years. Prayed a thousand times. At first I prayed for myself. Then, as I grew to know the others enslaved with me, my own name faded from my prayers, replaced by those that had become my companions in this hell.
When Damia and I became man and wife, I prayed. I gave thanks. Begged that they protect her. When Aelia came into our lives, I did that and more. I prayed for salvation, for deliverance from the chains for all those kept on that island. For those I had grown to love to be given a fairer, a better, life.
There's some irony, I suppose, that my worst fears and truest hopes would be answered at once.
Afterwards... How could I pray, how could I worship, when they had taken them from me? I blamed the Gods. Blamed Her. Even when I stopped doing so, even when time afforded the healing only it can, I did not pray. When I would go to the shrines, it would be with the knowledge that They are here, yet without the comfort and belief such knowledge should give me. A hollowness where faith should be.
Sylvi's journal made me aware of a great many things, in that peculiar way that comes from reading someone else's writing and reflecting. I decided to do something I hadn't done in what feels like a lifetime ago.
I prayed at the altar of the Queen of Endings today.
I spoke the names of those gone back to Her, the family I had before and after. I spoke the names of those who yet live. So long as I draw breath, I know it is up to me to act and do all I can to support and protect those I care for. Yet for the first time, there is comfort in the knowledge that She is here, at the beginning and at the end, throughout.
Fragile, these seeds of faith. Yet they grow.
Written By Strozza
Jan. 29, 2020, 11:20 a.m.(8.857521908068783/28.02122685185185/1012.6547934923391 AR)
I think I like the late fall best. Still some warmth of summer, but cool enough to make the skin prickle at the right breeze. There's also less griping about the heat that the northerners complain of.
Written By Quenia
Jan. 29, 2020, 10:02 a.m.(8.853637979497353/27.803726851851852/1012.6544698316247 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
I have to be independent. I can't wait for a Knight in Shining Armor to come sweep me off my feet and save both me and Granato from the impending doom that awaits it. Life, unfortunately, doesn't fit into the mold of some romance novel.
However, that doesn't mean I'm not amenable to being approached for a political alliance that would benefit both House Igniseri and some other fortunate House. I had made inquiries, but it seems there's none available. I'm content to continue as I have, until such a time as a House feels that Igniseri's economic and social might may be beneficial to them.
Until that time, I'll enjoy the not so formal alliances that I have at the moment, and lean on them in our time of dire need.
However, that doesn't mean I'm not amenable to being approached for a political alliance that would benefit both House Igniseri and some other fortunate House. I had made inquiries, but it seems there's none available. I'm content to continue as I have, until such a time as a House feels that Igniseri's economic and social might may be beneficial to them.
Until that time, I'll enjoy the not so formal alliances that I have at the moment, and lean on them in our time of dire need.
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 29, 2020, 9:30 a.m.(8.852093253968253/27.71722222222222/1012.6543411044973 AR)
How do I feel about the slavers from the Eurusi city dedicated to slavery coming over intent on punishing us for the crime of freeing those they had enslaved beyond their shores?
How do you think?
I've not yet the words. Hate and anger are both strong emotions, yet they do not always supply the right words to describe both.
It is not the anger of the righteous or the zeal of the holy that move me. It is rage. The rage that grows in the heart of every slave with each passing day, week, month and year.
Rage at those who would bring us to heel like dogs.
How do you think?
I've not yet the words. Hate and anger are both strong emotions, yet they do not always supply the right words to describe both.
It is not the anger of the righteous or the zeal of the holy that move me. It is rage. The rage that grows in the heart of every slave with each passing day, week, month and year.
Rage at those who would bring us to heel like dogs.
Written By Jael
Jan. 29, 2020, 9:24 a.m.(8.851796048280423/27.700578703703705/1012.6543163373567 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
You could borrow Kedehern. He's very avuncular.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 29, 2020, 2:38 a.m.(8.831633597883599/26.571481481481484/1012.652636133157 AR)
I need an overly protective uncle. Volunteers?
Written By Esme
Jan. 28, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(8.816930803571427/25.748125/1012.6514109002976 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
My duel is coming up soon. I have so many mixed feelings to this. There is a sense of excitement to see how the Champions fight. I am sure that the Gods will decide and the truth will prevail. However, I am also a little adrift. I have never thought I would be challenged. It is something that I am always interested to hear about, but I did not think my personal name would meet the challenge. My first inclination is to apologize, even for a perceived slight. It is just in my nature. Then I was told that this is more of honor in Oathlands and to let it play out. It is so hard to go against one's nature, but I am certain that everyone shall find closure in this issue. I do wish both the Champions well and even that the challenger feels that he's been answered on his perceived slight.
Do love one another though, any that read this. Especially in times as these.
Do love one another though, any that read this. Especially in times as these.
Written By Sylvi
Jan. 28, 2020, 9:37 p.m.(8.81669353505291/25.734837962962963/1012.6513911279211 AR)
The timing for my visit to the Shrine of First Choice was rather fortuitous as it happened on the same day that news of the Battle of Pieros arrived in Arx. The work of house Pravus in their liberation of thousands of lives is something that will always have great value to me specifically. While I have always felt drawn to Vellichor in the pursuit of knowledge, Skald preaches freedom and choices. My brother, Tyrus, lost his choices for many many years. During that time that I thought him dead, and learning the truth of what he went through all those years broke my heart all over again. He has returned however, regained his freedom, and his choice. So, for this I am grateful.
I am grateful for the thousands of stories like his that will now be resolved and brought to a much better conclusion. A life without chains. Many more sisters and brothers reunited with their loved ones after years apart, more people that never thought they would take another free step in their life to take those steps into making their lives their own. Mothers reunited with children... I could go on. For all the things that I could say about Skald, this must surely be one of the best possible things to hope for.
He may not like that I spent those hours praying in a deep thanks, but it was my choice and one that I make gladly. I worship the first choice as I would any others of the pantheon, as we so should.
I am grateful for the thousands of stories like his that will now be resolved and brought to a much better conclusion. A life without chains. Many more sisters and brothers reunited with their loved ones after years apart, more people that never thought they would take another free step in their life to take those steps into making their lives their own. Mothers reunited with children... I could go on. For all the things that I could say about Skald, this must surely be one of the best possible things to hope for.
He may not like that I spent those hours praying in a deep thanks, but it was my choice and one that I make gladly. I worship the first choice as I would any others of the pantheon, as we so should.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 28, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(8.809695767195766/25.342962962962964/1012.6508079805997 AR)
Note to self: ten steps to the door is too far when a person skunked and projectile vomiting. Thinking about requesting renovations at the Murder for closer door access, but that's impractical; there's too many places even farther from the door to drink smashed and start throwing up.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 28, 2020, 7:12 p.m.(8.809542824074075/25.334398148148146/1012.6507952353395 AR)
Someone's been stealing our empty kegs.
Dunno who it is but when I find you, you're gonna get -such- a kickin'.
Good barrels are expensive, turn them back in, undamaged, for filled ones and you get a discount. Go in and buy them anew and there's no discount. Fuck off. Business is fine but it bothers me. IT BOTHERS ME. Don't like wasting money if I don't have to.
Dunno who it is but when I find you, you're gonna get -such- a kickin'.
Good barrels are expensive, turn them back in, undamaged, for filled ones and you get a discount. Go in and buy them anew and there's no discount. Fuck off. Business is fine but it bothers me. IT BOTHERS ME. Don't like wasting money if I don't have to.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 28, 2020, 4:32 p.m.(8.80156539351852/24.88766203703704/1012.6501304494599 AR)
When my time comes, I hope only that we are all of us more than simply the sum of our accomplishments.
More than a list laid out on vellum struck with all the things we did right and all the ways in which we failed. That may capture the mark of a person but it does not capture the essence of a person, and there's something profoundly sad in that. No marks for the way they tried to do good and failed, or failed to try to do good and succeeded.
Remembered only for the shadows we cast and not those who cast them, like remnants of ash, scorched on walls.
I forget much - but I do not forget you: You who yearn for a better life, never to receive it. You who fight not by choice but by necessity. You who bows and scrapes and claws and scratches, for it is the only way we've ever known, or been given.
I do not forget you. I do not praise you. I do not revile you.
I recall every piece of you.
More than a list laid out on vellum struck with all the things we did right and all the ways in which we failed. That may capture the mark of a person but it does not capture the essence of a person, and there's something profoundly sad in that. No marks for the way they tried to do good and failed, or failed to try to do good and succeeded.
Remembered only for the shadows we cast and not those who cast them, like remnants of ash, scorched on walls.
I forget much - but I do not forget you: You who yearn for a better life, never to receive it. You who fight not by choice but by necessity. You who bows and scrapes and claws and scratches, for it is the only way we've ever known, or been given.
I do not forget you. I do not praise you. I do not revile you.
I recall every piece of you.
Written By Valdemar
Jan. 28, 2020, 11:55 a.m.(8.787821593915343/24.11800925925926/1012.6489851328263 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
You do?
Written By Lenne
Jan. 28, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(8.78730076058201/24.08884259259259/1012.6489417300485 AR)
Relationship Note on Geralt
Everyone has at least one especially beloved and interesting uncle. I do believe this is a fact of life. Perhaps Aion always wished he had a someone to tell interesting stories and give him candy, and now, forever, the same story plays out in the Dream.
Well, mine has come to Arx, after a time away! Geralt Crovane!
No longer do we suffer in a world of Sir Jeffeths, and Marquis Magnuses, with no giant warriors of our own!
It's a very good time to have the Sword of Stormwall with us, here, for certain. Troubles and dangers abound. But I'll admit that I'm more excited about the childish glee offered by the chance to hear more stories involving giant squirrels, and pink bears. Old Lenne would doubtless has been too wound tight to admit to that. But New Lenne? Well, New Lenne will enjoy herself, far more shamelessly.
Well, mine has come to Arx, after a time away! Geralt Crovane!
No longer do we suffer in a world of Sir Jeffeths, and Marquis Magnuses, with no giant warriors of our own!
It's a very good time to have the Sword of Stormwall with us, here, for certain. Troubles and dangers abound. But I'll admit that I'm more excited about the childish glee offered by the chance to hear more stories involving giant squirrels, and pink bears. Old Lenne would doubtless has been too wound tight to admit to that. But New Lenne? Well, New Lenne will enjoy herself, far more shamelessly.
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