Written By Willow
April 23, 2019, 4:45 a.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
Written By Valenzo
April 23, 2019, 2:19 a.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Written By Monique
April 23, 2019, 1:57 a.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
Written By Lore
April 22, 2019, 11:52 p.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
Written By Riagnon
April 22, 2019, 9:46 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
Having only gone missing ONCE, Responsibility the turtle is STILL ALIVE. Some might argue EVEN MORE alive seeing as how there are TWO of him, now. Golly, I hope that closet of mirrors off of Mydas's former quarters doesn't have anything to do with this. Not my problem! I'm well on the way to my goal. ..I don't really want a dog, though.
Written By Joscelin
April 22, 2019, 7:59 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Valenzo
Written By Peri
April 22, 2019, 6:50 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
Written By Sparte
April 22, 2019, 6:31 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
I know there is a weight upon my shoulders for my past actions. I say this regardless.
Scholar Grimkin's death was not just. It was murder. Those who killed Scholar Grimkin are criminals, and will be treated as such when found.
Written By Magpie
April 22, 2019, 5:01 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
Bonus points if you send him a bad pun while doing it.
Written By Ilmia
April 22, 2019, 3:18 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
Written By Rymarr
April 22, 2019, 1:28 p.m.(12/20/1010 AR)
The temporary loss of it was well worth it, though. Sometimes sacrifices must be made in the pursuit of a good cause.
Written By Lisebet
April 22, 2019, 11 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
Not necessarily in that order.
Written By Valenzo
April 22, 2019, 9:42 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
I came to this city an ignorant, superstitious sailor, horrified by something I thought I'd never truly understand, but with each brilliant soul I meet I'm given some small shred of hope that things may just work out.
To all the lost ones like me, my dear friends and those I've yet to know: we'll see this through, aye? No matter the cost.
Written By Kenna
April 22, 2019, 8:43 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
I owe Sir Calaudrin Estardes the most profuse apology. I chose to participate I mocking him, rather than supporting a man who has done countless good for this city, and still answers my messengers.
To be clear:
I propagated a joke that Calaudrin shared a name with a Cauldron. I agreed with my Marquessa and pushed a joke that was not funny.
The money has been donated to the Iron Guard, and I will work to put what power I have to repair the damage I have done to his reputation.
Written By Willow
April 22, 2019, 6:47 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
Written By Shard
April 22, 2019, 6:34 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Paths and game trails are useful, provided you pay attention to what else might be using them. Someone or something has come before you and found the easiest way forward, enough that a little of it has been worn into the land, and if the footing is sure enough you can use them as well as the rest. Roads will get you to where you want to go much faster, but they're dangerous. You didn't build them. The people you know didn't build them. They carry soldiers, and a road near your camp means they can carry soldiers to your door. Never use roads, unless you absolutely have to, or unless you're absolutely sure they'll stay empty; and you can never be absolutely sure they'll stay empty. Stay away from them. Keep to the wilds.
Low walls are for animals, to keep them out or to keep them in, for marking out farms and pens or small villages without many soldiers. Unless you know the tribe or the colors, you are not welcome there, and you should stay away. Tall walls are what the people who want to kill you use to keep you and the rest of the world out. If you see them on the horizon, turn away. If you see them being built, turn away. Change hunting trails. Change camps. The tallest walls are city walls or castle walls. They have soldiers and archers watching and waiting, and if you are close enough to see them, they are close enough to shoot you. Never, ever go near these walls. Not for any reason. You will die.
Tall walls protect me now, of course, but I don't like them. I still feel penned in. It still feels a little like one might decide to fall on me if I linger near it too long. Like I still might catch an arrow. I won't complain if I have one to stand on when I'm trying to fight off an army, obviously. But I might still be a little twitchy.
I don't like roads either, even though I'm allowed to use them now. I'll travel down one like anyone else, but I still prefer the trees. I prefer little used paths and trails. I don't like being easily spotted when I'm traveling. Anyone can walk down a road, and anyone can guess which road you're using if they know where your destination is.
Written By Preston
April 22, 2019, 5:16 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
Written By Raimon
April 22, 2019, 5:08 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
Written By Carita
April 22, 2019, 4:40 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
We didn't get enough time. And I selfishly miss the small additions he gave my life as my patron and dear friend. Who will send me a cigarillo of hash while I sit through economic meetings? Who will wholeheartedly care about my well-being when I go off on a trip that could get me harmed, so much so he sent his own armor to keep me safe?
He spoke so well of the people he truly trusted and loved, and he was very well loved in return.
In honor of my daring, heroic patron I am going to have a garden made up in his honor. A lovely place for travelers through the city, with only the most fluffy and comfortable bushes to pass out in. The Prince Luca Grayson Memorial Park for peaceful napping. If anyone would like to help, I welcome those who loved our Prince Luca.
Written By Athaur
April 22, 2019, 3:19 a.m.(12/19/1010 AR)
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