Written By Elloise
June 7, 2019, 4:35 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
LOG:
I confess.
It was I. It was I who accidentally set up a physics experiment in the Archives and it was I who saw that physics experiment get WILDLY out of hand and it was I who WATCHED that physics experiment come unhinged and....
Listen.
I had asked for some lab notes and it was all PERFECTLY INNOCENT, I was SURE I could create a quicker mechanism for delivering books and notes and I CAN, I KNOW I CAN, but I didn't have the right MATERIALS.
Anyway, I'm very sorry, I'm inventing something to clean it up.
I confess.
It was I. It was I who accidentally set up a physics experiment in the Archives and it was I who saw that physics experiment get WILDLY out of hand and it was I who WATCHED that physics experiment come unhinged and....
Listen.
I had asked for some lab notes and it was all PERFECTLY INNOCENT, I was SURE I could create a quicker mechanism for delivering books and notes and I CAN, I KNOW I CAN, but I didn't have the right MATERIALS.
Anyway, I'm very sorry, I'm inventing something to clean it up.
Written By Mirella
June 7, 2019, 4:34 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
Tangential to some of the philosophical considerations that have been rippling through the Whites as of late, I've been considering how far my sympathy extends to those who harm me.
If someone were to do me (or by extension, people or things I hold dear) a great, great ill, then the last thing I would think about is how the value of their life is equal to mine. It's at that point I stop caring about them at all. They decided to take an action that caused me injury of some kind: the consequence of such an action is that I no longer concern myself with their wellbeing. Their fate is their own, crafted by their choices and their deeds. Let them deal with it.
Maybe that's a Lycene sentiment. Maybe not. Very likely it's a product of my upbringing. But is it a bad way of thinking? I suppose that's not for me to judge.
If someone were to do me (or by extension, people or things I hold dear) a great, great ill, then the last thing I would think about is how the value of their life is equal to mine. It's at that point I stop caring about them at all. They decided to take an action that caused me injury of some kind: the consequence of such an action is that I no longer concern myself with their wellbeing. Their fate is their own, crafted by their choices and their deeds. Let them deal with it.
Maybe that's a Lycene sentiment. Maybe not. Very likely it's a product of my upbringing. But is it a bad way of thinking? I suppose that's not for me to judge.
Written By Thea
June 7, 2019, 3:54 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
Do I expect acknowledgement for anything I've done? No. But I will say it was nice to show I have more talents than what it is perceived....
Written By Amari
June 7, 2019, 3:44 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
Don't try to wear someone else's plate armor if they're half a foot taller than you. Lesson learned.
Thankfully the major pieces of my own properly fitted armor are finally complete and I can move well in them without any pinching or rubbing. The sparrow motif is hardly the most intimidating, but it has significance to me and it's very handsome in my opinion. I hope all the rest of it turns out as well and will greatly reduce the number of bruises and wounds I end up with in future engagements.
But, is it normal to feel slightly invincible? I probably shouldn't stroll around the city eyeball daring people to hit me but this new feeling of invulnerability is fantastic.
Thankfully the major pieces of my own properly fitted armor are finally complete and I can move well in them without any pinching or rubbing. The sparrow motif is hardly the most intimidating, but it has significance to me and it's very handsome in my opinion. I hope all the rest of it turns out as well and will greatly reduce the number of bruises and wounds I end up with in future engagements.
But, is it normal to feel slightly invincible? I probably shouldn't stroll around the city eyeball daring people to hit me but this new feeling of invulnerability is fantastic.
Written By Ahmar
June 7, 2019, 2:31 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
I plan on going to open the chests from the Eurusi ship within the next couple of days. Any who are interested in attending are welcome. Just let me know and we will arrange it all.
Written By Selene
June 7, 2019, 12:55 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
With these last stitches, the Book of the Hours is complete and the collection released. I think it may be some of the finest work I have created yet.
Written By Ahmar
June 7, 2019, 9:57 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
But if one can save both. Or there is only the one to save. And the people are too weak to even move. How can you just let them burn and suffer? You don't agree with them, sure. Want them to face justice for their actions? Sure. Letting someone suffer is not justice. It is human cruelty at it's finest.
Written By Lucita
June 7, 2019, 9:19 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
The longer I know Josephine, the more I respect her ability to handle her family, business, and customers so skillfully. That is without even mentioning the beautiful jewelry she designs and crafts!
Written By Willow
June 7, 2019, 8:10 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
you once wore effortless smiles
lazy and lingering like some great cat
they bathed you with warmth
made even the greatest missteps charming...
we met on the beach
a sunset and a cigar of haze
reawakened a heart from wintry slumber
trickster, gangster, prankster
we danced and forgot the world of a time
my grief clouds my sight
sorrow wrought in dust of the man I once knew
lazy and lingering like some great cat
they bathed you with warmth
made even the greatest missteps charming...
we met on the beach
a sunset and a cigar of haze
reawakened a heart from wintry slumber
trickster, gangster, prankster
we danced and forgot the world of a time
my grief clouds my sight
sorrow wrought in dust of the man I once knew
Written By Willow
June 7, 2019, 7:57 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
If the arts of a mage involve writing a new story, what does it say that each of the metallic order chose a metal. Cold, hard and eternal. If magick works on the principles of the way the weave of existence is supposed to behave, it makes me wonder that so many metallic mages are seemingly eternal as metal. I wish I understood their arts better, in truth. It feels like truly grasping it all would grant some rare and fundamental insight with regards to the workings of the world itself.
Written By Talwyn
June 7, 2019, 6:08 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Oft times I will sit down in a tavern or the Salon with little to say, and make for poor company. At least, until I strike up a spontaneous tune on my lyre - and then no words are necessary. The communication of people between music makes for a special kind of speech where emotion and thought can be sent and received with a hum, a series of notes, a tap of the toe, a wistful smile. I thank Jayus every day for this gift to us all.
Written By Talwyn
June 7, 2019, 5:41 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
I had the strangest dream - I was running through the streets of Sanctum, chasing a hat that I could not say if it belonged to me or someone else. I felt a dreadful shame for pursuing this hat, rolling down an avenue. Yet there I was.
I do not know if I caught it, for I was kicked in the shins and woke up. Honestly, I don't think I care.
I do not know if I caught it, for I was kicked in the shins and woke up. Honestly, I don't think I care.
Written By Preston
June 7, 2019, 5:30 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
We are often mediators, but neutral? I do not think so. Where the children are errant, a parent must correct. So it is with the Faith and the Faithful. There is a reason the Legates are Mother and Father, the flock Children, and the Godsworn Brothers and Sisters. We are a family. And in that there are rules. And there are standards.
Written By Shard
June 7, 2019, 2:03 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Amantha
Value is relative. All lives are equal according to whom? Because if you're talking about society, or parts of society, or people who hold special rank in society, then no, all lives are not considered equal by the people with the power to make those decisions. In fact, what specific value are we talking here? Because if we start talking money, I can tell you from experience that all lives have different weights in coin and a lot of life is bought very, very cheaply.
Are we talking according to the gods? I can't speak for the gods.
Are we talking about how all lives /should/ have equal value? Because that's a different discussion entirely, and in that, I'll say this: all lives should have equal value, but all choices and actions /do not/. If it's a choice between saving slaves or slavers, let the slavers drown and burn every single time.
Are we talking according to the gods? I can't speak for the gods.
Are we talking about how all lives /should/ have equal value? Because that's a different discussion entirely, and in that, I'll say this: all lives should have equal value, but all choices and actions /do not/. If it's a choice between saving slaves or slavers, let the slavers drown and burn every single time.
Written By Ajax
June 7, 2019, 1:08 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I won't lie to you. I was expecting knitting, I don't know. If I survive that long to actually retire. But if I do? Maybe that's what I will end up doing.
Written By Elloise
June 7, 2019, 12:42 a.m.(3/27/1011 AR)
Log:
It was with great hope and admittedly some trepidation that I began this long experiment some nine months ago. I have accumulated many notes for my studies and have concluded thus:
The body undergoes a myriad of changes, all of which have been carefully documented as data in J5.1. I shall not repeat them here, except to say simply that my enthusiasm here has waned and once this experiment concludes, I can safely never repeat it.
Over and out.
Elloise.
It was with great hope and admittedly some trepidation that I began this long experiment some nine months ago. I have accumulated many notes for my studies and have concluded thus:
The body undergoes a myriad of changes, all of which have been carefully documented as data in J5.1. I shall not repeat them here, except to say simply that my enthusiasm here has waned and once this experiment concludes, I can safely never repeat it.
Over and out.
Elloise.
Written By Selene
June 6, 2019, 11:40 p.m.(3/26/1011 AR)
The warm reception at night's rise brings me such a quiet satisfaction.
I am buoyed on my travels through the day by such lovely acquaintances made of late and the finest connections renewed. Arx grants me special favor this week.
I am buoyed on my travels through the day by such lovely acquaintances made of late and the finest connections renewed. Arx grants me special favor this week.
Written By Raimon
June 6, 2019, 11:25 p.m.(3/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vega
I am astounded every day by how successful my Wife has been since coming to the city.
Written By Rikako
June 6, 2019, 11:22 p.m.(3/26/1011 AR)
First day in the city of Arx, maybe going to a grand family dinner for the Igniseri Family was bold even for me, but they were quite welcoming despite me being the only commoner there and a stranger at that. I tried to be friendly and considerate as I could be and I think they liked me quite well, especially when I mentioned that I enjoy solving mysteries and finding out clues. It seems I will be quite busy in this city!
I met Marquessa Quenia, Baroness Lucita, Prince Arwan(yes, a prince!!), Lord Guiliano, Duchess Grazia, Lord Teireno, Scout Rowenova, and Archlector Brigida.
Prince Arwan offered me a job and if I was interested should write to him. I told him that I would. So overwhelming! I'm a mercenary, I think it would be fine to do this?
Lord Guiliano mentioned he dabbles in investigation. If I meet him again, I will have to see if he might be interested in help or helping me as he got pulled aside for a private conversation and it wasn't polite to ask him then.
The Marquessa mentioned a raffle of some sort in the next day or two.
I met Marquessa Quenia, Baroness Lucita, Prince Arwan(yes, a prince!!), Lord Guiliano, Duchess Grazia, Lord Teireno, Scout Rowenova, and Archlector Brigida.
Prince Arwan offered me a job and if I was interested should write to him. I told him that I would. So overwhelming! I'm a mercenary, I think it would be fine to do this?
Lord Guiliano mentioned he dabbles in investigation. If I meet him again, I will have to see if he might be interested in help or helping me as he got pulled aside for a private conversation and it wasn't polite to ask him then.
The Marquessa mentioned a raffle of some sort in the next day or two.
Written By Harlex
June 6, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(3/26/1011 AR)
[Transcribed by the Scholars of Vellichor. Presented to the Archive of the Whites by Commandant Harlex Valtyr of the Crimson Blades on behalf of the fallen.]
Commandant,
I don't think I'll make it back from this one. The Mercies are giving me that look, you know the one. 'Poor dear, she won't make it through the night.' That look. This is about all I have the strength to do.
But I'll do what you told us and keep the letter on my body and I hope it isn't too shaky.
Sorry the mission went south. Stupid. When you read this, put it to the Whites. Have a Scholar transcribe it, I got family all over and I want them to be able to read this once they hear; being my last thoughts and all.
Anyway. To those I know.
Vern, you weren't a hard-worker but thanks for taking care of us anyway after ma died, we weren't blood but I guess we were close as it gets.
Thaliana. Sis, you were always tougher than me. Because you never had to prove it. Watch out for that man of yours, I don't think he can buckle his own belt without a helping hand but he loves you. So I guess that's something.
Blaine, take care of my sister. Or else.
Alicia. Oh, Alicia. You know I almost made sergeant? That's not easy under the Dread Wolf! I was going to get a desk job, maybe work in the drill yard. But here I went and did that thing they do in all those dumb books you like. Going out on /one last assignment/. They'll square you up, love. The Blades. You don't have to worry. Enough to stay on your feet while you figure things out.
You were always good at figuring things out. I don't know why you loved me. Dumb sellsword, feet first into trouble all the time.
When I was one of the half that made it back from the Lodge, I thought you were going to put me in irons. But I guess we were just so happy to be together again. Sorry. I'm real sorry. I love you. When you get sad about this, just try to remember that time at the creek. Yeah? That was a good time. We had a lot of good times.
Don't forget. All we got is what we remember.
See you on the next turn.
Corporal Corinthia Gates
Crimson Blade's Red Wolf Battalion
Commandant,
I don't think I'll make it back from this one. The Mercies are giving me that look, you know the one. 'Poor dear, she won't make it through the night.' That look. This is about all I have the strength to do.
But I'll do what you told us and keep the letter on my body and I hope it isn't too shaky.
Sorry the mission went south. Stupid. When you read this, put it to the Whites. Have a Scholar transcribe it, I got family all over and I want them to be able to read this once they hear; being my last thoughts and all.
Anyway. To those I know.
Vern, you weren't a hard-worker but thanks for taking care of us anyway after ma died, we weren't blood but I guess we were close as it gets.
Thaliana. Sis, you were always tougher than me. Because you never had to prove it. Watch out for that man of yours, I don't think he can buckle his own belt without a helping hand but he loves you. So I guess that's something.
Blaine, take care of my sister. Or else.
Alicia. Oh, Alicia. You know I almost made sergeant? That's not easy under the Dread Wolf! I was going to get a desk job, maybe work in the drill yard. But here I went and did that thing they do in all those dumb books you like. Going out on /one last assignment/. They'll square you up, love. The Blades. You don't have to worry. Enough to stay on your feet while you figure things out.
You were always good at figuring things out. I don't know why you loved me. Dumb sellsword, feet first into trouble all the time.
When I was one of the half that made it back from the Lodge, I thought you were going to put me in irons. But I guess we were just so happy to be together again. Sorry. I'm real sorry. I love you. When you get sad about this, just try to remember that time at the creek. Yeah? That was a good time. We had a lot of good times.
Don't forget. All we got is what we remember.
See you on the next turn.
Corporal Corinthia Gates
Crimson Blade's Red Wolf Battalion
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