Written By Miranda
March 2, 2019, 5:09 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
Big crowds of people have always made me feel uneasy. I feel lost, unsure of where to sit or stand, and what to talk about.
Even that night, when I knew multiple people, I felt at a loss.
This is also what happens when I arrive late and am sure I missed some sort of instruction.
I definitely need to find some way to master this inability of mine to be comfortable in large crowds.
Written By Radhilde
March 2, 2019, 4:56 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
Written By Bhandn
March 2, 2019, 3:41 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
It didn't take me long before I found myself at the plaza called Heroes Home. It has a particular significance to me: it was the place where I was first formally instructed in the purpose and creed of the Silver Order. As the heroes laid to rest fought to preserve Arvum, so do we fight to preserve Arvum's people. We are the watchers of the road: those who endeavor to keep them free of the blood of the innocents who journey, and those who uphold the peace of sanctuary granted.
It's difficult to believe that it's been more than thirty years since that day, yet my memory of the Hall is different from what I encountered upon visiting it today. There were changes, additions that I could not recall seeing before, and so I spent some time there to acquaint myself with them. I leave out a lot of the details. I don't know entirely how I feel about the more blatant changes, and so I write about the people.
While I did not know Lord Killian Ashford in life, that he was interred with high honors, with a statue made of him, spoke volumes. I cannot begin to imagine the grief his close family had, to hear of his passing. So young, and with so much potential. A part of me wishes I knew more, yet to ask detailed questions to learn more would be "insensitive," as Valena would say, and so I must resolve myself to hold a vigil, out of rememberance for him.
The other notable addition is the statue of the woman so named Copper. The Mage of Second Chances, the memorial called her. Why such a name? Was she the one who gave that second chance, or had she received one? No explanation for the name is given, when it could be either, more, or neither of those.
But who was she? The most the inscription has to say pertains to magic, of all things.
A hero of Arvum, to be placed alongside the others in the main hall, but there are so many questions and, I suspect, so little answers. And yet, despite the feeling that many of my questions may go unanswered, I cannot help but be drawn towards wanting to learn more about her. The more I think on why, the more I come to realize that in a very real sense, we both have sworn to undertake the same overall duty: the protection and welfare of others. For me, travelers. For her, all of Arvum. I cannot begin to imagine the burden of that. There were times it was difficult for me to cross even twenty miles without trouble.
I still wonder, though. For her to have such a remembrance erected, then surely /someone/ knew of her, to be able to declare her actions so publically, but who? This is the question that troubles me the most. That the statue remains, and is undefiled, suggests to me that its presence there is justified. This leads to other questions, and so I find myself increasingly wondering, wondering about just what has happened, and just how much I truly do not know.
I feel no shame in writing this. Courage is the path one treads to speak of and fight one's fears, I was told once. I have no intention of straying from that.
Written By Ajax
March 2, 2019, 3:03 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
Written By Ajax
March 2, 2019, 3:01 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
I'm not a cheap mercenary, skill dictates price. Though, I would encourage you not to be impressed by that show. Many in this city stand that are more powerful then myself. Still, glad you enjoyed yourself.
Written By Zeriax
March 2, 2019, 2:46 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
And glass! There were shards of ''glass'' sticking out of me this morning. Covered in blood, and I didn't even get in a fight. At least, I don't think I did. I can't remember, but my face does feel like it was kissed by a hammer, and I have two black eyes. There were...points I blacked out. There was a beautiful song I remember hearing the whole night. It was in my mind this morning when I awoke. The world was still spinning, which felt ''terrible'', but the song kept me company. As did...a white falcon? Deliverance? I remember writing to Princess Grayson that night. How did I ever manage to hold onto a quill? I think I might've tried to hug Deliverance and use the bird as a pillow at some point. That might explain why there are deep cuts all over my chest. UGH.
What did I WRITE? I might have even written to other people while I was inebriated beyond the point of no return. If anyone reading this received a strange letter from me that night, just know that I was most certainly ''not'' in my right mind at the time. Oh my gods. If any of you who are reading this received a letter from me at some point yesterday and it was strange, or poorly written, forgive me. I think I kept calling Shard a Puma. Maybe that's where I got these black eyes? That doesn't explain the splinters though. Did she smash a chair over my face? Anyone who was there who could fill me in on what I might have done or said, that would be much appreciated. Thank you.
Written By Preston
March 2, 2019, 12:01 p.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
Perhaps there is some meaning in that. That knowing what you wish to do is important, but also knowing the limits on what you can do and trusting others to do what you cannot. But then again, perhaps these are just the thoughts one has sitting up late after a long day of paperwork.
Written By Donato
March 2, 2019, 10:26 a.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
Written By Perronne
March 2, 2019, 10:05 a.m.(9/2/1010 AR)
No, I don't own a cat! Not that I would mind, necessarily, but I just don't have the time to really take care of an animal, and sometimes I go out on expeditions and it would be cruel to expect the creature to fend for itself - although, if any animal can, a cat would be it. Not that dogs aren't quite good at it - terrifyingly good at it, actually. On some roads, the most fearsome threat you'd face wasn't shavs, but rather feral dogs who'd banded together in packs to hunt whatever suited them. No fear of people, you see, and no love for them, either. They'd mostly go after pack animals, but I've got a bite scar on my arm from an attack when I was on the road. Scary mutts! But, also not the point.
The POINT is that I woke up with a cat that wasn't mine curled up in the small of my back. The perils of summer and having to keep the windows open all the time. He was a bit manky and skittish, but I cut up some dried sausage I had intended for my breakfast, and let him munch on that while I ate the cheese. He didn't want to be touched, and after he was finished, he hopped out of the window and strolled away across the roofs, as proud as you please. Not so much as a 'thank you', of course!
And now there are fleas. Ugh.
Written By Domonico
March 2, 2019, 9:34 a.m.(9/1/1010 AR)
I'm not nervous. I have no need to be nervous. I've checked the plans and rechecked them.
It's the waiting though that wears on your nerves.
Written By Arcadia
March 2, 2019, 5:42 a.m.(9/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ajax
Written By Martino
March 2, 2019, 2:51 a.m.(9/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Elise
She is learning quick and once I have that armour made for you - sure you'll be better protected to last an extra round or two.
Written By Mirari
March 1, 2019, 11:17 p.m.(9/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gilroy
Truly simple food is: moldly bread and rotten fish.
Written By Vanora
March 1, 2019, 10:45 p.m.(9/1/1010 AR)
Refreshing enough to make us feel more prepared for everything else the world demands.
Written By Reese
March 1, 2019, 8:43 p.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
I do welcome visitors to the library, so long as the books and items are treated well.
Reese
Written By Reese
March 1, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ahriman
Reese
Written By Cambria
March 1, 2019, 8:17 p.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
Written By Teagan
March 1, 2019, 7:35 p.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
I fear what I will see there.
My dreams bring no answers and my waking hours bring even fewer.
What am I become?
Written By Elgana
March 1, 2019, 6:56 p.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Enid
I know exactly who I will turn to for additional functional works of art and gods and spirits I haven't even seen the chest she's making yet!
Written By Aerwyna
March 1, 2019, 3:55 p.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
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