Written By Adalyn
March 28, 2020, 11:03 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Day 1 of taking care of the little Laurent heir: Eadric is bright, inquisitive, lively. Full of boundless energy, but that's to be expected.
How hard can this be?
How hard can this be?
Written By Sydney
March 28, 2020, 10:56 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
...or I might just claw my way to the top and win a Grand Melee.
My sincerest congratulations to all that competed in both the Senior and Legendary level events. I enjoyed watching the former, and loved competing in the latter. This time, I made sure to kick snow at people. See? It all came back to kicking snow. Clearly the secret to victory; nothing at all to do with punching people in the back of the head when they're preoccupied.
I got to punch Ras repeatedly. Did I mention that as a highlight? That was a highlight.
My sincerest congratulations to all that competed in both the Senior and Legendary level events. I enjoyed watching the former, and loved competing in the latter. This time, I made sure to kick snow at people. See? It all came back to kicking snow. Clearly the secret to victory; nothing at all to do with punching people in the back of the head when they're preoccupied.
I got to punch Ras repeatedly. Did I mention that as a highlight? That was a highlight.
Written By Cufre
March 28, 2020, 10:40 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
It has been a productive few days. Business in the shop has slowed with the coming of the cold weather, so I have had the room to be more creative. Maybe I feel pushed to do more, now that the Second First has opened a similar shop so nearby. Curiosity drew me to visit his shop a few times. He has found a way to get the word out about his offerings and has managed to draw some unusual customers to the Lowers. Am I feeling a bit competitive?
Written By Thea
March 28, 2020, 9:11 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Lady Arcadia was one of the first people I met here when I arrived here. At the Golden Hart. Small and loud. And drank. A lot. Which leads me to when I crossed paths to her again...Drunk and walking the streets. Throwing up on my boots. I helped her and directed her to a different path, to shooting arrows. We began an odd friendship that day. Which leads me to..
Marquessa Arcadia. She had grown into a woman that led people. Without care of herself. You may not have agreed with her or her opinions, but you knew about them. She was strong in her opinions. I watched her grow from a woman always covered in dirt, to woman that was at least worthy and dressed as her station. I watched grow and become a mother. Worry about others. But one that didn't change was her thirst for adventure. To help others. One of the last times I saw her, she in tears. Because of those that had gone missing. I will not go into details of such. When I heard of her passing. Scouting. For them. I was not surprised. Not in the least. Because--she went doing what she loved doing. Helping. For someone she cared about. To correct a mistake she thought she made. I'll miss her. I know that. But I know that her daughter Genevieve has her spirit and her son will be the same. I will help and make sure they know their mother. Right down to her throwing up on my boots and the stories of her adventures.
Marquessa Arcadia. She had grown into a woman that led people. Without care of herself. You may not have agreed with her or her opinions, but you knew about them. She was strong in her opinions. I watched her grow from a woman always covered in dirt, to woman that was at least worthy and dressed as her station. I watched grow and become a mother. Worry about others. But one that didn't change was her thirst for adventure. To help others. One of the last times I saw her, she in tears. Because of those that had gone missing. I will not go into details of such. When I heard of her passing. Scouting. For them. I was not surprised. Not in the least. Because--she went doing what she loved doing. Helping. For someone she cared about. To correct a mistake she thought she made. I'll miss her. I know that. But I know that her daughter Genevieve has her spirit and her son will be the same. I will help and make sure they know their mother. Right down to her throwing up on my boots and the stories of her adventures.
Written By Lucita
March 28, 2020, 8:02 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Yes, you got a hug. Much better to get a hug for surviving than the alternate.
Written By Monique
March 28, 2020, 7:08 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
You know it's a busy year when you forget your own birthday.
Written By Malcolm
March 28, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
I had this hat. It was a wonderous hat, it was the best, it was - Scholars - you saw it. Note that it had a swoop across the brim, a plume, and it was the first ever extravagant purchase I made as a newly titled Duke.
Now -- gone.
G O N E.
Now -- gone.
G O N E.
Written By Dianna
March 28, 2020, 3:49 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
(( Written from Stormwall ))
I'm not sure I ever want him to remember; and yet, I so desperately want him to.
Is it a blessing or a curse to forget, to be so bleary-eyed by horror that one loses track of great swaths of time, that one re-makes reality to what is easiest to digest?
This is why I'm angry, hurt and confused: Because I can't forget. Even when I look into my own reflection in my glaive, to meditate, I see my fear at losing him, and he'll never understand why it matters so much to me that some part of his mind is stolen, marred, distorted:
They cut something from him when they cut that piece out of his leg. They stole something from him before and I'm furious that anyone should dare take a piece of him - or of anyone - without their permission. I understand his willingness to let the flesh be stolen. But he had no choice in the rest. So, I'm still fighting - only I'm horrible at knowing how to fight this.
How does one show the truth within a reflection to one who can't even see? How does one fight a mist that clouds one's vision?
Or, do I just leave him to his own version of reality?
Gods, give me strength. Vellichor, I beg you: Guide me.
Addendum:
I think I know why I'm so angry:
I wish I could forget. I wish something else had happened. I wish the trip to Stormwall had been for other reasons.
And I cannot forget; the images roll through my mind again and again.
What am I missing? What do I need to know?
I'm not sure I ever want him to remember; and yet, I so desperately want him to.
Is it a blessing or a curse to forget, to be so bleary-eyed by horror that one loses track of great swaths of time, that one re-makes reality to what is easiest to digest?
This is why I'm angry, hurt and confused: Because I can't forget. Even when I look into my own reflection in my glaive, to meditate, I see my fear at losing him, and he'll never understand why it matters so much to me that some part of his mind is stolen, marred, distorted:
They cut something from him when they cut that piece out of his leg. They stole something from him before and I'm furious that anyone should dare take a piece of him - or of anyone - without their permission. I understand his willingness to let the flesh be stolen. But he had no choice in the rest. So, I'm still fighting - only I'm horrible at knowing how to fight this.
How does one show the truth within a reflection to one who can't even see? How does one fight a mist that clouds one's vision?
Or, do I just leave him to his own version of reality?
Gods, give me strength. Vellichor, I beg you: Guide me.
Addendum:
I think I know why I'm so angry:
I wish I could forget. I wish something else had happened. I wish the trip to Stormwall had been for other reasons.
And I cannot forget; the images roll through my mind again and again.
What am I missing? What do I need to know?
Written By Skye
March 28, 2020, 3:43 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I worried greatly when I heard of his disappearance. His safe return warrants a visit to Gild to give thanks.
Written By Marian
March 28, 2020, 3:35 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Juniper
I only recently learned of your passing. My heart aches for the fine diplomat that once stepped in to mitigate a dispute that I myself could not solve on my own. We drifted apart once your took your vows. I blame myself as much as our own busy schedules. I just took for granted that you would always be there to offer me sage advice.
Written By Marian
March 28, 2020, 3:33 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
My birthday has come and passed. This time with my children at my side in the wilds of the North. It was good to get away and spend some quality time with the little ones.
Written By Dianna
March 28, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
At least we got them back.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Written By Dianna
March 28, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
At least we got them back.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Written By Mirari
March 28, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I have asked this question many times, myself. As if I am cursed by Limerance to always be withheld his gaze. But, no. I have gone back and read through my own journals and I found I know the answer, at least for myself.
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Written By Dycard
March 28, 2020, noon(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
RE: Love
You'll know it when you feel it, I'm told.
You'll know it when you feel it, I'm told.
Written By Sydney
March 28, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Leave it to the Lowers alone to know me by any real measure. A prospective Champion I may be, but I think many and more guardsmen would struggle to pick me out of a crowd. I suspect it shall be this way for some time to come.
Let me put this to pen: If you need someone to stand for your cause, remember that a wide array of Champions are at your disposal, from noble to common, from heavy weaponry to bare fists, that's the purpose of Champions.
We fight so that you needn't.
Let me put this to pen: If you need someone to stand for your cause, remember that a wide array of Champions are at your disposal, from noble to common, from heavy weaponry to bare fists, that's the purpose of Champions.
We fight so that you needn't.
Written By Iseulet
March 28, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Love is insanity.
Anyone that says anything else is just sugar coating it.
Not that I don't enjoy the sugar coating, or even the madness. It's the sweetest drug.
Anyone that says anything else is just sugar coating it.
Not that I don't enjoy the sugar coating, or even the madness. It's the sweetest drug.
Written By Rysen
March 28, 2020, 11:12 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
[The following was delivered to the Great Archive of Vellichor by Lygeia, the retainer of Lord Rysen Crovane. She affirms that the following was written by the hand of Rukhnis al-Katibi at the request of Lord Rysen. The script matches that of the Crovane Minister of Medicine, and the seal on the parchment is Lord Rysen's. It has thus been submitted to the White Journals as requested. - Scholar Rufus Winesop, Disciple of Vellichor.]
Marquessa Arcadia died in battle in the Stormridge Mountains during a rescue mission. Petrichor and Gloria have delivered her into the arms of the Queen. I will write more when I reach Stormwall and can hold a quill.
Marquessa Arcadia died in battle in the Stormridge Mountains during a rescue mission. Petrichor and Gloria have delivered her into the arms of the Queen. I will write more when I reach Stormwall and can hold a quill.
Written By Sydney
March 28, 2020, 10:44 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
There's hardly anything so fantastic as watching a melee in the middle of a howling snowstorm. A great deal of martial prowess on display, with several of the fighters absolutely refusing to go down until well past the point of reason. I have but one regret.
...why did none of them USE the snow!? Kick it at one another. It stings the eyes. Creates opportunities. If you're lucky, you'll get some mud in there too.
No one did it.
It will haunt me to my last days.
...why did none of them USE the snow!? Kick it at one another. It stings the eyes. Creates opportunities. If you're lucky, you'll get some mud in there too.
No one did it.
It will haunt me to my last days.
Written By Porter
March 28, 2020, 9:27 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Well, I knew you were too stubborn to die.
At least now I can finally get some real sleep. I'm almost positive that I could lay down and not wake up for the next couple of weeks.
At least now I can finally get some real sleep. I'm almost positive that I could lay down and not wake up for the next couple of weeks.
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