Written By Khanne
Nov. 17, 2018, 12:30 p.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
But, I am Half Savage... so what do I know of grace?
Written By Elgana
Nov. 17, 2018, 12:02 p.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
And plenty of babies.
Written By Nurie
Nov. 17, 2018, 11 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
A damaged cloak was repaired to its betterment in a way that truly surprised me. I wonder if I should experiment with dyeing silk with tea as well. On purpose! It imparted a flexibility and interesting gradient of hue that might be fun to play with, without my heart in my throat at the potential ruination of something already crafted!
But still--it is disconcerting. I suppose I'd come to regard my little corner of the city as something peaceful, something joyful. There's nothing quite like seeing someone's eyes light up with joy as they look down at the fit of a garment created just for them. Or a companion's sparkling smile as they view their sweet one's gift at its fitting, where we add all the final personal touches. But I must remember that business is business, and even there the games are played, not just between the nobility, but many others. Games of words, both kind and unkind. I would be lying too, if there wasn't a degree of showmanship, wanting to outfit the best and brightest, to the most success! And so I must be stronger, and not quite wear my heart on my sleeve so much. I can do it!
Written By Cassima
Nov. 17, 2018, 10:53 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
We allowed our mutual fear of grand parties and public attention to delay our intended union. I believe that fact shall be the single greatest regret of my entire life.
That is all I shall say about that.
Written By Ouida
Nov. 17, 2018, 10:51 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Young Niall, however, is not some hardheaded fearsome get of an an Oathland's noble as I was, but a good boy and eager to learn. His people newly bent the knee and returned to the Compact upon our lands. I asked his mother for one of her best prospects, not thinking that she would entrust to me her own son. He has been absorbing his lessons well, seeming to neither resent or feel shame at being a mote older than most of the other boys of his station. And in truth, in answer his questions about the Faith, or seeking with him their answers, I find that it opens my eyes and removes some of my own complicity. I had forgotten the joy at seeing so many things anew. We do not get much snow upon the Island, though we do have some, but from the sounds of his laughter and merriment in joining the other younger servants and pages and squires at the keep in their play in the courtyard at the first heavy snow here, I think perhaps it was one of the first times that he was able to enjoy it in comfort. He wants to be a part of everything, underfoot no matter how many errands I send him on delivering messages or polishing armor or yet again quizzing him on his heraldry. It is both maddening and endearing. I wondering if my own antics as a page were so endearing to my old gruff knight?
I feared not, when I served him, but now I remember his heavy hand on my shoulder, or the faint hint of a smile before he put on the scowl and sent me off to do some new drudgery, and I think it must have been there.
So too, I wonder, if he also felt that heaviness of heart and spirit to know that it would be in his company that he saw the first innocent light go out of my eyes, when under his tutelage I first knew the feeling of blood on my hands, that could not be scrubbed off, no matter how hard I tried. It is a necessity, that Niall will someday kill under our banner as well, and unless I meet an end before it, he will do so at my behest. It is one thing to command soldiers, grown men and women, and knights--who have for the most part chosen to take up the sword and all that entails. And most of us see death long before the blade calls to us or is pressed upon us--but that first act of purposeful killing, not by personal choice but by duty...it is not something forgotten. I just had never considered how it might feel to be the one to shepherd that into being, for another. For if I am honest, I serve Niall almost as much as he serves me, and his family now not only owes the Harthalls their fealty, but we owe them our protection. I hope that I am as stalwart and valuable a servant and guide to him, as my grizzled old knight was to me.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 17, 2018, 10:40 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Written By Ouida
Nov. 17, 2018, 10:30 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Written By Alexandre
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:47 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Though his killer is dead, others remain. If the roads of the Compact are to be safe for innocent travelers, pilgrims and refugees, then they must be dealt with.
It is my oath.
Written By Skye
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:47 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jordan
Written By Skye
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:37 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
I celebrate the man you were and there are no tears in your wake. Only deep care and respect for the man you were. Recognition for the incredible impact you had on my life.
Written By Thorley
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:23 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
A legend is a name has endured the test of time. They are the ones that the stories of told of. Legends are born in deed and in combat - and sometimes of both. Sir Westknight, Dame Sugan, Prince Cedric - the names of those that are spoken of in tale and story.
I have looked at your deeds and your work in the public annals, Bliss Whisper. You, in your own way, are a hero of the choices you have made. They have been carefully calculated and bent to exactly what your will wants it to be. You find your heroism in the safety of a mission. Goodwill, public relations, introducing and helping free thralls. Murdering rabbits to keep Arx safe.
Wulfwin Baseborn was a hero of the choices he made. He protected Dame Harrow when she needed it most, and paid for it with his life. Just as much as Dame Felicia Harrow is a hero in the slaying of the gargantuan that took Wulfwin's life.
The 262 of Solace are heroes of the choices that they made, in taking up the mantle and cause of the Lodge. Every person that died on the beaches of Southport against the Gyre are heroes.
You, yourself, claim that you sing of heroes. But what makes the difference between a hero and a legend?
A hero is remembered. A legend is never forgotten.
When your fan mail and dolls are put away, which will you be, Bliss Whisper?
Written By Corban
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:15 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Solange
Whisper Solange is an asset to her House.
Written By Harlex
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:13 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Perhaps that is all transitory death is, between lives, is us being awake and watching our loved ones sleep.
But this morning I felt the warmth of skin and the bundles of extra furs purchased to stave off the cold. No light could find it's way into the room and that was alright. I could see fine without.
I saw the shadows of that tapestry and a hair comb on the nightstand and swords in their rack, just fine metal and no burden upon them. I swear, too, I saw the breath of the wood on the walls, yearning from the weather, or it was just a trick of the light.
And I had a notion that all this death and frustration and sorrow and the spilling of our blood on sacred land is a price that we are being asked to pay more than anything else. It is a tax, or a toll, and for it--well, we will see.
I have not really prayed beyond the accursed things I've said in anger. I do not like to ask for things. That is just my way. But that morning I asked. I prayed for a few hours more peace, an unhurried day, maybe a good fight or two and some luck. I prayed, as well, that we'd look at what's been given and we'd know as a people we did all we could, we gave all we could give, and we did right. And we are seen.
Seems only fair.
Written By Marian
Nov. 17, 2018, 9:11 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
Nor would I discount a raptor's innate sense to the world around them. That's the interesting thing about animals, they can sense things that humans are often blind to. But then having an innate sense of the world around you is perhaps something that challenges you. I suggest you spend more time in the field, working with these amazing birds of prey. Perhaps they will teach you a new perspective.
Written By Perronne
Nov. 17, 2018, 8:40 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
It is something of a peculiar sensation, for I have spent years working to prove that I could establish myself without needing the support of a social superior (no offense to said superiors). And I've done that, I think. I'm not the most important merchant in Arx, or the Compact, but I've become more than comfortable, and the Almanac was a great success. Dame Thena has also worked her way up from the bottom, and I can respect that, especially as she's chosen to do it in service to the gods, and risks her life regularly so that other people may survive and thrive. I like that! We're not very similar, in outlook or personality, but I think we shall do well together.
And we will do many exciting things! Which I'm very much looking forward to.
Written By Marian
Nov. 17, 2018, 8:39 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Cybele
Written By Marian
Nov. 17, 2018, 8:35 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
It's been my honor to lead you both as Sword of Sanctum in House Valardin and as Warchief to House Redrain in the Battle of Stormwall. To have you fall to a poison knife strikes me as a great wrong since you were killed by deceit while trying to rescue others. I mourn for you brother of arms. Valardin's light will be a little darker without you.
Written By Marian
Nov. 17, 2018, 8:25 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jordan
Written By Marian
Nov. 17, 2018, 8:19 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
You were a traditionalist, a hard man who lived life with a grim frown. But you watched over your people with such fierceness, I had to admire your perspective, even if I didn't always agree. We never let our differences get between our respect for each other.
The world will be a grimmer place without you in it. I shall miss you my friend.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 17, 2018, 5:49 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
I've done a few short runs down the coast when the weather has permitted. An odd increase in people wanting to go visit their families that don't live in Arx, maybe the strange occurances out at the Lodge has affected some?
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