Written By Andromeda
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:04 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
It's called the dragon's flight.
First, you must have your target at your mercy. This is a method of execution, not an honourable death in battle.
You will cut slits beneath their shoulder-blades. If needed, you will break away their ribs, outwards, beneath. This is to create a gap. A pair of wounds large enough that you can reach in and pull their lungs out.
If done correctly, this will not kill them. But I am told the agony is uncomparable.
When your enemy has their lungs out their back, like stunted wings, they will slowly suffocate in their own blood.
So, having them thrown off the side of a cliff, to see if their new wings will let them fly...
It is a mercy.
Though, of course, through this pain, they will still have time to consider their lives, and their actions, and every moment that led up to hurtling through the air to a brutal death. If the cliff you throw them off is tall enough.
Tremorus touches the sky. Tremorus is tall enough.
can Ivan the Apostate fly like a dragon?
Written By Iseulet
Nov. 16, 2020, 5:47 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
Time to crack out a bottle, I'd say.
Written By Harlex
Nov. 16, 2020, 4:36 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
You can bolster a soldier with words like freedom, honor and duty but you can't feed those to starving families and you're a damned idiot if you try.
Keep that in mind. Tend to see folks get carried away with all the big words when the fighting is about to start.
Written By Rylan
Nov. 16, 2020, 4:18 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
Familiarity, that sense of knowing what is around me
Each brick and tile, each piece of furniture, each street
For all of the comforts and pleasures of this city
It is not home
Contempt, or disregarding of all I have created here
Each friendship, each routine of the day, each step
For all of the miles, maybe a hundred or more, a single ship
Would take me home
Anticipation, looking forward to where sea meets shore
Each swell and crest, each rising tide, each wave
For all the scents and sounds of the island
I'm coming home
Adoration, loving the warmth of sun and family
Each rustling grapevine, each terrace, each stone
For all the flavours bursting on my tongue
I am home
Restlesness, feeling that my feet move too quickly
Each step ten more than that of those around
For now the softer, simpler life of this place
Doesn't feel like home
Regret, perhaps even sorrow itself draws in
Each morning, each evening, each night
For all the love given to this place
This is not home
Written By Gaspar
Nov. 16, 2020, 3:45 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Leonel
Written By Aureth
Nov. 16, 2020, 3:11 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
It's a small thing, but since the Carnifex chose to claim me for the role pending the Convocation, I have done the same. It is my intent, too, to be an institutionalist. The structure and authority of the Faith must continue. It must not be eaten from inside or without by small men who would try to thieve its power for its panoply, and abuse its foundation, its public trust, for their own ends.
We must protect our flock, the Faithful. We must be as shepherds. And to do that, we must look to our own house. The walls must be sturdy as the bones of the Cathedral that did not break or shatter even when consumed in flames set by our avowed enemies.
This Orthodox should rally to this. The Pragmatists should rally to this. We are a whole Faith, and though there is room for difference of opinion about individual policies, differences of theological approach, of study, of aim, we must be a whole Faith as the gods are a whole Pantheon.
We are strong as our foundations if we but choose to be. Pray with me for our Dominion and reject those who would make us small.
Written By Ida
Nov. 16, 2020, 2:58 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 16, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
Written By Neve
Nov. 16, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
I think I will hug a tree today.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 16, 2020, 11:41 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
Both of them love their baby half-brother Jace very much. They also practice bandaging him up to where he looks like he's been swaddled within an inch of his life. Always while I watch, of course. I wouldn't want my kids to do any last damage to him. Iris doesn't show much maternal instinct which is fine. I didn't either until I had her and Idris. I'm not going to shove my children into gender boxes. They can be who they are inside and their outside can reflect that.
However, I am not dying their hair purple no matter how they ask. No. That will be a birthday gift when they turn seven, provided they haven't grown out of that. I may also be gifting them sailors' daggers. They retain a sharp enough edge for cutting food up but lack a tip to stabby stab anyone. You can never start too early with proper blade safety and they -are- Malvicis.
Written By Monique
Nov. 16, 2020, 11:24 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
Written By Dio
Nov. 16, 2020, 10:01 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
There is something satisfying about resignation, and very dangerous about hope. Whispers are among the Compact's greatest weapons.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:30 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
I yet live to change and adapt and so I shall.
Written By Ida
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:23 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Rigby seems unsure about the Knight of Solace, and sometimes gives me one of his famed long-suffered looks when Sir Porter is at the shop to make nails. Not all that unexpected from Rigby, though, and it amuses me. I hope to help with the rebuilding of the Cathedral as well - moving rubble out, hopefully helping with the actual brick and mortar, as they say. And nails. If it weren't so dangerous, I bet we could make snow-seraphs in the piles of nails we're going to probably create.
Written By Alis
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:10 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
The desire for it can keep you going, one foot in front of the other, when you feel as though you have lost everything. The need for it, pushing you relentlessly to learn more. To be more. To be ready for a day when you might finally be able to claim it.
It doesn't matter if what you deem justice would be impossible, so long as the hope is there, however small.
But therein lies the sticky mess of exactly what justice is, and what it will mean. And when you find that it may well require mercy beyond what you think you are capable of, is when you finally understand what it means to hold to honor and duty and your oaths above all else.
It is both a bitter medicine to swallow, and freedom.
May the Gods help guide me to remember this when we will need it most.
Written By Preston
Nov. 16, 2020, 5:09 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
The idea of a world without him is a strange one. Though each time I dwell on his death I am reminded of a conversation I had with him after Stormwall. We had lost half the order in that battle to stop the Gyre, men injured or dead. The responsibility I felt for that, and the sorrow at the loss of our brothers, weighed on me. I spoke to Father Orazio, and he was stern with me - I could have my grief, for grief was natural, but if I let it freeze me from action then he would be most happy to accept my resignation because I was no use then.
It is the same now, my grief is there and I feel it for Orazio's loss, but I won't allow it to paralyse us or hold us back from what is right. Orazio would be the first to be angry if his legacy were used to stymie the Faith, to allow evil to advance even one step. We will do what we must and defeat the Eurusi, a war started under his auspices. And we will find those who supported and fuelled this attack on the Faith and we will carve their disease from the flesh of the compact. Not because they killed Orazio the person, but because they assaulted the Faith and it is for the Faith and what is good that this is done.
Written By Damiana
Nov. 16, 2020, 2:47 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
Written By Ripley
Nov. 15, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
I love them. So fat and chubby and wrinkly. They can be anything they want to be underneath all that chub. They just gotta grow and it'll be revealed. I could just sit and look at them forever. Pinch their cheeks. Gently of course. I miss my siblings being babies. Okay, my sisters and brothers need to have more babies, or get married and have babies.
Written By Derovai
Nov. 15, 2020, 9:53 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
From all accounts, you were a fine, decent man. I'll say this; it's never a good position to be in, to be the one responsible for the murder of a fine, decent man, particularly one with so many dedicated friends and acquaintances, many of them being fine, decent, and well armed. Perhaps your murderers shouldn't have claimed responsibility quite so loudly. It suggests that not only are they worthless cowards, but also deeply, deeply stupid.
Rest well. Your murderers certainly won't.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 15, 2020, 9:40 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
Even now, in trying to write this small note to express what I am feeling, I hit a wall and stumble, at a loss for words.
Our lives were vastly different, of course... but I believe that our respect for one another was mutual... and, if I am at all honest, some of the trials and tribulations of the paths we walked were... astonishingly parallel.
Of course, our lives got busier and busier and it really prevented us from getting together, but we did talk about doing so...
Dominus Orazio, I know you are in good hands returning to the wheel... but you will be missed here. I will be drinking a bit of whiskey in your memory tonight.
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