Written By Jules
Jan. 3, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I don't often feel as though I can take a celebratory night and just remove all thoughts of serving but I have had the opportunity this weekand. I would dare say I well deserved it!
Written By Kedehern
Jan. 3, 2020, 2:54 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
It feels wonderful to finally be married, rather than betrothed. The ceremony took place in Oakhaven, and now we're taking a short trip to the family home in Artshall and the surrounding lands to celebrate, passing through Duskshire on our way.
Written By Turo
Jan. 3, 2020, 2:44 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
There is almost nothing I like more than seeing a fleet of newly-built ships hitting the water. Gods, but it gets the blood pumping.
Written By Raya
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:32 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I came to the Archives to record an odd dream of mine for posterity. The strange song, a child’s rhythm twisted to the macabre. A dark tale of death and liars. The crows. My thoughts, even waking days later, are haunted by the crows.
It seems, as I read through the recent entries, I am far from the only one.
What does it mean, I wonder? I do not know, but I record this for Vellichor. And for Jayus, to whom I have always prayed on my dreams. There is power in them, even if we do not immediately understand them, and I shall think on this one much longer than a night.
It seems, as I read through the recent entries, I am far from the only one.
What does it mean, I wonder? I do not know, but I record this for Vellichor. And for Jayus, to whom I have always prayed on my dreams. There is power in them, even if we do not immediately understand them, and I shall think on this one much longer than a night.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:23 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
My son, Idris, wants to be a Templar. Maybe I told him too many stories about Armel. Soph thinks he should join the Knights of Solace instead. I'd be proud of him in either, fighting for what's right against the forces of darkness.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:22 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
She's steel under silk. I respect that. Even if she dresses too fancy and has an entourage of 'cute pets.' We always need those who can cure the shit I can't patch and sew up. And I promised to screw up that which took her husband. We got that in common..
Written By Gaston
Jan. 3, 2020, 10:53 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
For the first time in a couple of weeks, I actually slept well for once. I suppose that's the work of a healing touch.
Seems a shame so many folk are so restless now, though.
Seems a shame so many folk are so restless now, though.
Written By Talwyn
Jan. 3, 2020, 10:43 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Taken myself to venture out to some of the taverns and places where there it is quieter to watch people in their most natural state. A keen favourite has been to sit myself in the beautiful Painted Muse and watch the reactions of some as they go from painting to painting.
Written By Talwyn
Jan. 3, 2020, 10:40 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
For those that may have a song in your head, imagine being the bard! Those notes feed on us for longer before made public. It is why if you come across me in someplace quiet I am usually humming a low tune. Trying to find something new to replace it.
Written By Sina
Jan. 3, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Sometimes, when we hear about the deeds of heroes, we do not often hear the entire story. Often, there are heroes who have no name, because none think to ask the name of the innkeeper who guides with information or who provids shelter for a night. None think to ask the names of the villagers passed along the way, or the guardsmen at the gates who stand watch against the night.
Today, I write the story of Ben, the guardsman of the village known as Rocawan. Though he was afraid, he led us to a place where the Butcher's presence could be felt most keenly, where a gallery of beautiful murals created in Jayus' name were defiled. We do not know much about Ben, other than that he was a faithful guardsman, and mentioned that he should have joined the Faith, after finding himself inspired by Sister Dianna. Perhaps he might have joined, had he lived. But his life was lost as he was to come in search of me and alert the village of danger. Yet another life, hopeful and bright, snuffed out by the Butcher. Marquis Fairen Leary, too, was badly injured.
We will bring justice, in the end. Soon. In the meantime, may the Queen of Endings shelter poor Ben within her arms, and let his deeds never be forgotten.
Today, I write the story of Ben, the guardsman of the village known as Rocawan. Though he was afraid, he led us to a place where the Butcher's presence could be felt most keenly, where a gallery of beautiful murals created in Jayus' name were defiled. We do not know much about Ben, other than that he was a faithful guardsman, and mentioned that he should have joined the Faith, after finding himself inspired by Sister Dianna. Perhaps he might have joined, had he lived. But his life was lost as he was to come in search of me and alert the village of danger. Yet another life, hopeful and bright, snuffed out by the Butcher. Marquis Fairen Leary, too, was badly injured.
We will bring justice, in the end. Soon. In the meantime, may the Queen of Endings shelter poor Ben within her arms, and let his deeds never be forgotten.
Written By Ophelia
Jan. 3, 2020, 8:45 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I have my eyes on you, crow.
Written By Ashur
Jan. 3, 2020, 7:46 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I was napping at the field of petals at the Lodge when I also had this vision that people speak of in the journals, and I must admit it gave me an unpleasant shiver the like of which I have not felt in some time, even in that peaceable place. If any wish to discuss the matter, I would be most willing. Whence did these dreams come, and why? Should I worry whenever I sight a crow?
Written By Belladonna
Jan. 3, 2020, 5:27 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
And so it begins.
The conquest of Isla Visonis was all too easy, giving credence to the old adage of lucky are those who although they may not have riches have many friends. Friends are, after all, the most precious thing.
As we begin establishing Pieros, the Saffron Chains are put on notice that the Compact is coming, and with it the light of the Faith and our touch of Setarcan fire. I take this day to reminisce on my father, after who I name our first great conquest, and thank the people of our isles that have taken up arms to fight in other shores in the name of House Pravus, in the name of freedom and in the name of the gods.
Although my father is not alive to witness the deeds of his people, but I must believe that he would be pleased to see the Houses of the Lycene sea charging into the dark of night to usher a new life of love and song for those who know nothing of it. For now, we are victorious and overwhelmingly so, but our true test does not lie in the shores of the Chains, but in the heartland, where barbarism and evil have taken hold.
The people of the Saffron Chains will be free, and their lives will be touched by the gods. This I swear.
The conquest of Isla Visonis was all too easy, giving credence to the old adage of lucky are those who although they may not have riches have many friends. Friends are, after all, the most precious thing.
As we begin establishing Pieros, the Saffron Chains are put on notice that the Compact is coming, and with it the light of the Faith and our touch of Setarcan fire. I take this day to reminisce on my father, after who I name our first great conquest, and thank the people of our isles that have taken up arms to fight in other shores in the name of House Pravus, in the name of freedom and in the name of the gods.
Although my father is not alive to witness the deeds of his people, but I must believe that he would be pleased to see the Houses of the Lycene sea charging into the dark of night to usher a new life of love and song for those who know nothing of it. For now, we are victorious and overwhelmingly so, but our true test does not lie in the shores of the Chains, but in the heartland, where barbarism and evil have taken hold.
The people of the Saffron Chains will be free, and their lives will be touched by the gods. This I swear.
Written By Appolonia
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:12 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I think I will play another game, but this time it will be a game of answers.
Written By Saya
Jan. 3, 2020, 3:46 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
How many feathers can I put on one hat? Well, you know. We're going to find out. Anyone want to take bets?
Written By Monique
Jan. 3, 2020, 2:48 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
My sister Marian and I hosted a mud wrestling event together and it was every bit as spectacular as I'd hoped it would be. The bout between Marian and Master Nygard was sublime, and now I know who to turn to when I need to hide from an enraged sister. Not that that ever happens...
The highlight for me was mudwrestling with Princess Alarissa Thrax. I'll leave it to the imaginations of future generations (and current ones) as to why that might be. But it was a beautiful thing.
The highlight for me was mudwrestling with Princess Alarissa Thrax. I'll leave it to the imaginations of future generations (and current ones) as to why that might be. But it was a beautiful thing.
Written By Petra
Jan. 3, 2020, 1:59 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I heard a crow outside my window last night. Or perhaps I dreamed it. A children's song with morbid words lingers in my mind. It would seem I am not the only one.
Written By Korka
Jan. 3, 2020, 1:10 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
Sounds like you need a drink.
Written By Zoey
Jan. 3, 2020, 12:34 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I feel as though something in the air has changed, but whether it is simply the coming of summer or something more, I do not know.
Thank the gods this babe is coming soon.
Thank the gods this babe is coming soon.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 2, 2020, 10:41 p.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
To my pleasant surprise, not -all- my friends are dead. Good. Some are still alive and kicking and fighting the good fight.
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