Written By Brianna
Feb. 26, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
It's a shame when a party is cancelled, but it is an opportunity to hang around in public places looking absolutely stunning.
I'm not going to let a good outfit go to waste!
I'm not going to let a good outfit go to waste!
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 26, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
My life suddenly revolves around wedding planning. This is not a bad thing, but it is somewhat startling to me. Where does the time go?
Written By Amari
Feb. 26, 2019, 6:51 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
A girl! I knew it! Welcome to the world, Lady Brianne Wildfire Keaton.
Written By Gunther
Feb. 26, 2019, 6:32 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
My Sally girl,
I had this here dream about us. We was in Arx and I was a fancy knight an' all. And I comes home from some sort of mission walkin' (which don't make sense none cause I'd likely learn to ride a nag) and I gets in this house o' ours and out comes a gaggle of the ugliest mugs ever. Bunch a little you an' me ankle biters they was!
Oh, I never wanted to wake up Sally. I knew you woulda been the best mother ever was. I always felt like I was less than onna account I never gave you none. Ain't for lack of tryin' just suppose I wasn't up to the task o' it. But seein' them rosey cheeks light up as our tykes went runnin' around. Well, it gave me great joy.
When I woke I was angry. Didn't want to wake. I reckon I'd done anything to stay there like that. I cried a bit, ain't to ashamed to admit I cries when I needs to. Usually, well... always... if I'm tell'n the truth (and you know to you I does) if I'm cryin' I'm missin' you my girl.
I miss you baby. I miss you so much. You was the entire sun and stars for me. Ain't been a day as sweet since you gone and went up yonder. They always says love is great and it is. I thank and give to Limerance every day I can onna account o' you.
I miss you so and I'm always yours,
Gunther
I had this here dream about us. We was in Arx and I was a fancy knight an' all. And I comes home from some sort of mission walkin' (which don't make sense none cause I'd likely learn to ride a nag) and I gets in this house o' ours and out comes a gaggle of the ugliest mugs ever. Bunch a little you an' me ankle biters they was!
Oh, I never wanted to wake up Sally. I knew you woulda been the best mother ever was. I always felt like I was less than onna account I never gave you none. Ain't for lack of tryin' just suppose I wasn't up to the task o' it. But seein' them rosey cheeks light up as our tykes went runnin' around. Well, it gave me great joy.
When I woke I was angry. Didn't want to wake. I reckon I'd done anything to stay there like that. I cried a bit, ain't to ashamed to admit I cries when I needs to. Usually, well... always... if I'm tell'n the truth (and you know to you I does) if I'm cryin' I'm missin' you my girl.
I miss you baby. I miss you so much. You was the entire sun and stars for me. Ain't been a day as sweet since you gone and went up yonder. They always says love is great and it is. I thank and give to Limerance every day I can onna account o' you.
I miss you so and I'm always yours,
Gunther
Written By Gunther
Feb. 26, 2019, 6:25 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
My Sally,
All this hooey ballooey 'bout what to do and what not to do with the Compact. Ain't rightly I know much about any of this. Don't see a fella like me bein' involved in these things too much 'cept for what comes after. Be it war or what not.
I dunno, when there is war it's always thems that ain't got much that suffers. When you're all in you're fancy armors and got your pig-sticker it's one thing. Thems that ain't got armor. Them that's underfoot of marchin' armies or navies. Thems the common folk that need help. Thems the ones everyone should be look'n out for.
I ain't a fan of selling one's soul for the sake of appeasin' the moment. Ain't sure none about any of these choices but any choices that starts with ... we gots to sacrifice of ourselves to do so and so. Thems the choices I don't like none.
We got our Gods. We got our mitts. Been servin' us well this long why change things up?
Now Sally, don't you fret too much. I'm still not in my cups. I'm doin' good. And I miss you somethin' fierce. All this other stuffs will work itself out I just hope thems thats better and makes these choices don't piss on the lot o' us ain't got that power for the sake of easy. We can work, we can fight, and we can hold our own. Ain't nothin' ever been easy on those that ain't the haves. All we gots we can says is our morals and our gumption. We gots them in spade and shouldn't be asked to sacrifice none of what we are onna account of threats.
Wonder what them Gods thinks.
All my love,
Gunther
All this hooey ballooey 'bout what to do and what not to do with the Compact. Ain't rightly I know much about any of this. Don't see a fella like me bein' involved in these things too much 'cept for what comes after. Be it war or what not.
I dunno, when there is war it's always thems that ain't got much that suffers. When you're all in you're fancy armors and got your pig-sticker it's one thing. Thems that ain't got armor. Them that's underfoot of marchin' armies or navies. Thems the common folk that need help. Thems the ones everyone should be look'n out for.
I ain't a fan of selling one's soul for the sake of appeasin' the moment. Ain't sure none about any of these choices but any choices that starts with ... we gots to sacrifice of ourselves to do so and so. Thems the choices I don't like none.
We got our Gods. We got our mitts. Been servin' us well this long why change things up?
Now Sally, don't you fret too much. I'm still not in my cups. I'm doin' good. And I miss you somethin' fierce. All this other stuffs will work itself out I just hope thems thats better and makes these choices don't piss on the lot o' us ain't got that power for the sake of easy. We can work, we can fight, and we can hold our own. Ain't nothin' ever been easy on those that ain't the haves. All we gots we can says is our morals and our gumption. We gots them in spade and shouldn't be asked to sacrifice none of what we are onna account of threats.
Wonder what them Gods thinks.
All my love,
Gunther
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 26, 2019, 3:34 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
Twenty three thousand and we will have gathered eight million for the year thus far for Thursday's Child. The generosity of many still, and I know I write this often, astounds me. And as of this morning, twelve and a half million silver. Twelve thousand and a half children.
Gracious. I only have four and another to come at the start of the new year. It's hard to fathom that many children. It truly is. And yet, twelve thousand and a half.
Ever closer we creep.
Gracious. I only have four and another to come at the start of the new year. It's hard to fathom that many children. It truly is. And yet, twelve thousand and a half.
Ever closer we creep.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 26, 2019, 1:30 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
Beloved. She is here, and she is perfect. From the dark crown of curls to her perfect tiny toes. Our darling Brianne Wildfire joins Aeryn Squall, Talis Storm and our precious Kata. I never thought to be able to hold this much love in my heart. My determination to make this world a better place grows day by day. One day our children will inherit this land of ours, and our task is to ensure that the world they find themselves in is as great as we can make it. To that end I know you and I will do our best to make the Compact as strong as possible. Strong enough to weather any coming storm. It is on us to try to encourage the growth and stability of our lands, our fealties, our Kingdom. Together I know we can do this. Together we are unstoppable. I mean, *really*. Have you seen our children? They are each incredible.
This will be fantastic.
This will be fantastic.
Written By Miranda
Feb. 26, 2019, 1:25 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
It is summertime and it is often times hot, unbearably hot, and stifling hot.
I'm from the South, from the Lyceum States, where humidity and heat come hand in hand and where we pretty much are used to it.
But, last year, I experienced my first winter's snow. And I don't mean that I've never been North or anywhere that had snow, but I've never before called a place where it snowed 'Home'.
Arx is Home.
Gemecitta is Home.
Arx has snow. And in the depths of this heat, I miss the cooling rains of Spring and the wonders of snow in Winter.
I am not complaining. Soon enough, summer will be over and Fall and Winter will come. Everyone will complain about the weather again.
No one's ever really happy with it, after all.
But I'm eager for a snowball fight today and am counting down the weeks until the first snow falls once more.
I'm from the South, from the Lyceum States, where humidity and heat come hand in hand and where we pretty much are used to it.
But, last year, I experienced my first winter's snow. And I don't mean that I've never been North or anywhere that had snow, but I've never before called a place where it snowed 'Home'.
Arx is Home.
Gemecitta is Home.
Arx has snow. And in the depths of this heat, I miss the cooling rains of Spring and the wonders of snow in Winter.
I am not complaining. Soon enough, summer will be over and Fall and Winter will come. Everyone will complain about the weather again.
No one's ever really happy with it, after all.
But I'm eager for a snowball fight today and am counting down the weeks until the first snow falls once more.
Written By Mayir
Feb. 26, 2019, 12:50 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
Man.
First, Princess Sabella and Prince Niklas pay for only the first round in honor of their new prince.
Then, Marquis Kael and Marquessa Reigna donate to Thursday's Child in lieu of drinks.
It's getting harder and harder to drink for free on the backs of noble births in this City.
First, Princess Sabella and Prince Niklas pay for only the first round in honor of their new prince.
Then, Marquis Kael and Marquessa Reigna donate to Thursday's Child in lieu of drinks.
It's getting harder and harder to drink for free on the backs of noble births in this City.
Written By Peri
Feb. 26, 2019, 12:30 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Eddard
Well, my blacks are all dour and serious, so here's a white for Vellichor and future scholars wondering about life here in Arx. It is less serious.
In Arx we have all manner of couriers, even trained pets.[1] Soot is my ferret, newly trained to convey messages. Lord Jyri has trained him well, and now it is my turn. I have walked with Soot all over the city and have meet many a curious person this way. Soot is very social! very curious.
Soot introduced me to a person who recently moved here! Arx is great. This Lord enjoys Arx especially because he can now spend time excelling in music and stories and scholarship. He received no support for that where he grew up.
We met him on the way to the Cairn Valardin. Soot was to guide me there and then run around it and come back to my side. It turns out to find this Ciarn[1] one must first find a bard. Good job, Soot!
Well met, Lord Eddard. I hope to see you again some day. I enjoyed my practice with Soot, and enjoyed telling you tails of the Cairn and discussing the Metallic Song cycle[2] with you. I was not in Arx to see all of the performances, I regret that.
With all due respect to Vellichor and Future Scholars too,
Peri
[0] Pets are animals like ferrets, cats, birds, and the such. We do not keep humans as pets, though we do hire them to carry messages. In the past we have kept humans as slaves but that practice is not approved of by the majority of the Compact.
[1] Cairn Valardin is a large pile of stones with a sepulcher with the the Dragon of Valardin symbol engraved in it. Many stories are told of who is buried there.
[2] The Metallic Song cycle was written by Princess Sorrel Thrax concerning the heroics of the Metallic order. Look to Gold's Song.
In Arx we have all manner of couriers, even trained pets.[1] Soot is my ferret, newly trained to convey messages. Lord Jyri has trained him well, and now it is my turn. I have walked with Soot all over the city and have meet many a curious person this way. Soot is very social! very curious.
Soot introduced me to a person who recently moved here! Arx is great. This Lord enjoys Arx especially because he can now spend time excelling in music and stories and scholarship. He received no support for that where he grew up.
We met him on the way to the Cairn Valardin. Soot was to guide me there and then run around it and come back to my side. It turns out to find this Ciarn[1] one must first find a bard. Good job, Soot!
Well met, Lord Eddard. I hope to see you again some day. I enjoyed my practice with Soot, and enjoyed telling you tails of the Cairn and discussing the Metallic Song cycle[2] with you. I was not in Arx to see all of the performances, I regret that.
With all due respect to Vellichor and Future Scholars too,
Peri
[0] Pets are animals like ferrets, cats, birds, and the such. We do not keep humans as pets, though we do hire them to carry messages. In the past we have kept humans as slaves but that practice is not approved of by the majority of the Compact.
[1] Cairn Valardin is a large pile of stones with a sepulcher with the the Dragon of Valardin symbol engraved in it. Many stories are told of who is buried there.
[2] The Metallic Song cycle was written by Princess Sorrel Thrax concerning the heroics of the Metallic order. Look to Gold's Song.
Written By Enid
Feb. 26, 2019, 12:29 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Danvir
I've had the honor of watching Danvir's ascension into adulthood since he was a boy. When he came to me for counsel regarding departing from Stormheart and joining his family already in Arx I never spoke of my hesitance. I never told him I worried the great city of the Compact might change him in ways contrary to his chosen path. I never told him I feared he might lose his way or that the distance from his homelands at such a young age might cause a schism between who he is and who he will become. I am glad I kept my personal opinions silent.
In reconnecting with Danvir upon my arrival to the city his words quickly revealed how wrong I had been. He is as ever diligent to his people. He understands his role as a member of House Ravenseye and he has not lost sight of our traditions. My dear little firelight has blossomed into a brilliant torch that stands as an icon of his house and his people. I see more clearly now why he felt so compelled to come to this place. His drive to find his personal truth could have only gone so far if he had limited himself to the familiarity of home. I am so proud.
In reconnecting with Danvir upon my arrival to the city his words quickly revealed how wrong I had been. He is as ever diligent to his people. He understands his role as a member of House Ravenseye and he has not lost sight of our traditions. My dear little firelight has blossomed into a brilliant torch that stands as an icon of his house and his people. I see more clearly now why he felt so compelled to come to this place. His drive to find his personal truth could have only gone so far if he had limited himself to the familiarity of home. I am so proud.
Written By Ysbail
Feb. 26, 2019, 6:48 a.m.(8/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Vitalis
Rare is it that you meet someone who seems to understand the poetry of the landscape, while still making you laugh at silly cheese puns. Such kindness, generosity, and honor are rare in the world, and yet you seem to have these in spades. As well as a charming ass. Yes, I mean the Donkey.
Written By Marian
Feb. 26, 2019, 2:41 a.m.(8/21/1010 AR)
We are a nation of diverse people, coming from many backgrounds to build a strong nation of free thinking individuals. It is important to invite discourse between different ideologies because looking at a problem from more than one side can lead to progress and innovation.
When we let our fears around difference rule our hearts and minds, we strike out into the darkness, finding later our own blood covered hands were on the wrong side. Killing another citizen of this great nation for the crime of being different is nothing less than betrayal of the Compact.
These men and women have bended knee to pledge vows to our protection. They may have not been born into the Compact but they serve it every day. They observe our customs, pray to the same gods and hold positions within our Great Houses.This service is not made less by their origins.
Turn your swords towards enemies that serve the darkness. Those enemies who would rend our nation into pieces. Do not bring ruin upon our alliances by courting war with loyal citizens. Our Legate has shown us a tapestry of color filled with the threads of all citizens noble born to prodigal. Do not unravel the ties that binds us together.
When we let our fears around difference rule our hearts and minds, we strike out into the darkness, finding later our own blood covered hands were on the wrong side. Killing another citizen of this great nation for the crime of being different is nothing less than betrayal of the Compact.
These men and women have bended knee to pledge vows to our protection. They may have not been born into the Compact but they serve it every day. They observe our customs, pray to the same gods and hold positions within our Great Houses.This service is not made less by their origins.
Turn your swords towards enemies that serve the darkness. Those enemies who would rend our nation into pieces. Do not bring ruin upon our alliances by courting war with loyal citizens. Our Legate has shown us a tapestry of color filled with the threads of all citizens noble born to prodigal. Do not unravel the ties that binds us together.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 26, 2019, 12:52 a.m.(8/21/1010 AR)
Children underfoot everywhere. Not an expected turn of events, but a joyful one. I hope to write about it more soon, but just know for now that I'm happy with how busy life has been.
I keep my ear to the current events, offer what input I can but ultimately I will encourage what is best for the Guild and that's not as clear as crystal, given what my folk tell me. This way, that way, this trade, -that- trade, we promise, you promise. It's all about compromise, isn't it? Or you're stepping on toes and cut off and blackballed and there's mold in your meat and rats in your larder and -how did they get there-?
I'm thankful for the newly elected Commoners' Council. They can take the input they gain and offer it to the ears of them that need it. I only hope it's all considered; the foundations of the city are strong, but are they strong enough?
I say yes.
I keep my ear to the current events, offer what input I can but ultimately I will encourage what is best for the Guild and that's not as clear as crystal, given what my folk tell me. This way, that way, this trade, -that- trade, we promise, you promise. It's all about compromise, isn't it? Or you're stepping on toes and cut off and blackballed and there's mold in your meat and rats in your larder and -how did they get there-?
I'm thankful for the newly elected Commoners' Council. They can take the input they gain and offer it to the ears of them that need it. I only hope it's all considered; the foundations of the city are strong, but are they strong enough?
I say yes.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 26, 2019, 12:48 a.m.(8/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Are you -sure- you didn't run off with the pink sapphire on your own? My people are meticulous about their book-keeping and I could swear I had that set aside for something else.
No, I'm kidding. My cousin would never steal from me. It actually annoys him how honest he is with me and my things. I laugh. I LAUGH. Because I'm grateful.
No, I'm kidding. My cousin would never steal from me. It actually annoys him how honest he is with me and my things. I laugh. I LAUGH. Because I'm grateful.
Written By Sabella
Feb. 25, 2019, 9:45 p.m.(8/21/1010 AR)
My darling baby boy,
You are here! A little early, but still perfect with a hint of golden hair and tiny fingers that grasp onto mine like you're afraid I am going somewhere without you. You are such a precious thing and you big sister doesn't know what she's in for. She will never remember a time without you and you two will always be there for each other. We have given you a weighty name, but I know you will wear it well and make all of us proud every day from here on out. It is a name some will see tinged with sadness because your namesake is no longer with us, but I see it as one of hope. The continuation of memory, a new chapter in his story even though he's gone. And of course, your very own blank book to write an epic for the ages!
You have been born to a time of change, a time when new and wonderful things will be brought about. And I intend on helping to build a brighter future for you and your sister and who knows how many more siblings to come!
Put the quill down, Nik, we can talk about it later!
I love you, my perfect little darlings!
You are here! A little early, but still perfect with a hint of golden hair and tiny fingers that grasp onto mine like you're afraid I am going somewhere without you. You are such a precious thing and you big sister doesn't know what she's in for. She will never remember a time without you and you two will always be there for each other. We have given you a weighty name, but I know you will wear it well and make all of us proud every day from here on out. It is a name some will see tinged with sadness because your namesake is no longer with us, but I see it as one of hope. The continuation of memory, a new chapter in his story even though he's gone. And of course, your very own blank book to write an epic for the ages!
You have been born to a time of change, a time when new and wonderful things will be brought about. And I intend on helping to build a brighter future for you and your sister and who knows how many more siblings to come!
Put the quill down, Nik, we can talk about it later!
I love you, my perfect little darlings!
Written By Mikani
Feb. 25, 2019, 9:01 p.m.(8/20/1010 AR)
I am always glad when old friends come back to town. It is like meeting someone knew and yet the depth of an existing relationship is there.
Written By Silvio
Feb. 25, 2019, 8:09 p.m.(8/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
An expensive friend/ex
Written By Ailith
Feb. 25, 2019, 6:07 p.m.(8/20/1010 AR)
(Transcribed by Disciple Ismay)
A Threaded Sermon held by Legate Ailith
Day 12 of Month 8 in 1010 AR
Great Cathedral
Over a thousand years ago, five separate leaders entered a hall. A decision was made that bound them together in unity to this very present. In the words of Dominus Tin, witness and representative of the Faith, -- ' ... and so the four knelt to King Alar of House Grayson, with Queen Sugan of the West kneeling first. Followed by Queen Valeria Redrain of the North. Then Grand Duchess of the New Lyceum Procella Pravus. And finally King Aposyr Thrax of the Mourning Isles.
[Legate Ailith slowly wove a stark silk blue thread with a thin braid of white and gold, then applied a gray woolen thread, finely plied, followed by a vibrant purple thread, and then a blood-stained red thread. A green thread, the fifth and final thread, was woven between the four threads, linking it to the main rope of white and gold.]
And each then spoke as follows: 'Before the gods, I swear my life, my house, and my sacred honor to our Compact. I swear that when the Compact calls me to war, I will answer. I name Alar of House Grayson my king, and swear my leal service to him.' And thusly, the Compact was born and the five kingdoms made one.
To make an oath before the Gods, and then knowingly break that Oath is unthinkable. Our Honor is reliant upon our Fidelity to our sworn word. Over time, these leaders made oaths with other Houses -- from liege to vassal. Valardin, Redrain, Lyceum, Thrax, Grayson, Crownsworn, Godsworn -- more people made oaths and pledged to a fealty. Each of us uniquely part of this union.
[The disciples on either side of the Legate presented new baskets, five in all, and together they wove new threads with the rope to create a longer and thicker one.]
At other times, new people, even elves, became known to us. Through mediation and diplomacy, our allies could see how we held ourselves accountable to our sworn word. That the words fidelity and honor were linked to our Faith, to our bond with the Gods. By this understanding, a bit of trust was forged and contracts could be made.
[The Legate pulled a hot pink thread, along with a pale blue with sandy bits, and an assortment of other colored threads -- and added those threads to the rope. She hooked one end of the rope to the edge of the curtain behind the main altar, pulled to cause the curtain to gradually rise. Behind the curtain was a multi-colored tapestry that consumed the majority of the shrine's wall. The wild assortment of gradients and hues did not make logical sense. The tapestry should have been garish to the eyes. But when observed as a whole, the unique colors blended and the image became clear -- thousands and thousands of individual threads were plied together, then woven to create the map of the entire Compact.]
For the past months, many of you have kindly donated a thread. From King to an orphan, from templar to champion, from leader to vassal, from traveler to farmer, from ally to abandoned. Each of us has created the Compact. But as we pull and tug at our threads, our fidelity and honor is weakened by oaths broken, alliances fallen and forgotten, wars declared, and lives lost. We attempt to mend and repair the damage made.
[Disciples added golden threads; their needles wove along the tapestry to highlight patches such as those by Stormwall, Darkwater Reach, and other regions impacted by war and ruin over the recent and ancient years. Gradually, interlocking rings by these golden threads glistened.]
When one of us falls, we shall endeavor to lift another up, mending, adapting, and re-shaping ourselves, but the weave becomes stronger than most.
This great and glorious Compact has withstood so much over a thousand years. We have this moment not to fold and to show any doubters that in our unity and our Faith, that the fidelity and honoring of our oaths has woven a solemn strength. We have proven that we shall rise and endure. And by the grace of the Pantheon, by our unity, we stand. This is us.
I offer you this opportunity now -- to approach and renew your oath. Be it in the Compact, be it to your liege or vassal, be it to the Gods themselves. Come. Join me. And let the Gods hear our prayer. Let them be riveted by our fidelity. Have them hear our Compact.
A Threaded Sermon held by Legate Ailith
Day 12 of Month 8 in 1010 AR
Great Cathedral
Over a thousand years ago, five separate leaders entered a hall. A decision was made that bound them together in unity to this very present. In the words of Dominus Tin, witness and representative of the Faith, -- ' ... and so the four knelt to King Alar of House Grayson, with Queen Sugan of the West kneeling first. Followed by Queen Valeria Redrain of the North. Then Grand Duchess of the New Lyceum Procella Pravus. And finally King Aposyr Thrax of the Mourning Isles.
[Legate Ailith slowly wove a stark silk blue thread with a thin braid of white and gold, then applied a gray woolen thread, finely plied, followed by a vibrant purple thread, and then a blood-stained red thread. A green thread, the fifth and final thread, was woven between the four threads, linking it to the main rope of white and gold.]
And each then spoke as follows: 'Before the gods, I swear my life, my house, and my sacred honor to our Compact. I swear that when the Compact calls me to war, I will answer. I name Alar of House Grayson my king, and swear my leal service to him.' And thusly, the Compact was born and the five kingdoms made one.
To make an oath before the Gods, and then knowingly break that Oath is unthinkable. Our Honor is reliant upon our Fidelity to our sworn word. Over time, these leaders made oaths with other Houses -- from liege to vassal. Valardin, Redrain, Lyceum, Thrax, Grayson, Crownsworn, Godsworn -- more people made oaths and pledged to a fealty. Each of us uniquely part of this union.
[The disciples on either side of the Legate presented new baskets, five in all, and together they wove new threads with the rope to create a longer and thicker one.]
At other times, new people, even elves, became known to us. Through mediation and diplomacy, our allies could see how we held ourselves accountable to our sworn word. That the words fidelity and honor were linked to our Faith, to our bond with the Gods. By this understanding, a bit of trust was forged and contracts could be made.
[The Legate pulled a hot pink thread, along with a pale blue with sandy bits, and an assortment of other colored threads -- and added those threads to the rope. She hooked one end of the rope to the edge of the curtain behind the main altar, pulled to cause the curtain to gradually rise. Behind the curtain was a multi-colored tapestry that consumed the majority of the shrine's wall. The wild assortment of gradients and hues did not make logical sense. The tapestry should have been garish to the eyes. But when observed as a whole, the unique colors blended and the image became clear -- thousands and thousands of individual threads were plied together, then woven to create the map of the entire Compact.]
For the past months, many of you have kindly donated a thread. From King to an orphan, from templar to champion, from leader to vassal, from traveler to farmer, from ally to abandoned. Each of us has created the Compact. But as we pull and tug at our threads, our fidelity and honor is weakened by oaths broken, alliances fallen and forgotten, wars declared, and lives lost. We attempt to mend and repair the damage made.
[Disciples added golden threads; their needles wove along the tapestry to highlight patches such as those by Stormwall, Darkwater Reach, and other regions impacted by war and ruin over the recent and ancient years. Gradually, interlocking rings by these golden threads glistened.]
When one of us falls, we shall endeavor to lift another up, mending, adapting, and re-shaping ourselves, but the weave becomes stronger than most.
This great and glorious Compact has withstood so much over a thousand years. We have this moment not to fold and to show any doubters that in our unity and our Faith, that the fidelity and honoring of our oaths has woven a solemn strength. We have proven that we shall rise and endure. And by the grace of the Pantheon, by our unity, we stand. This is us.
I offer you this opportunity now -- to approach and renew your oath. Be it in the Compact, be it to your liege or vassal, be it to the Gods themselves. Come. Join me. And let the Gods hear our prayer. Let them be riveted by our fidelity. Have them hear our Compact.
Written By Evaristo
Feb. 25, 2019, 2:14 p.m.(8/20/1010 AR)
I need to become filthy rich so I can by my cousin's jewelry, every piece of it and hoarde it in a big room and dive into it and just swim around in bliss in all the beautiful shinies.
Went by the shop and there's this amazing gold necklace there with sapphires and amethysts. And more things too, but that one in particular has me just dying of want. And it wouldn't even fit me very well.
That said, her assistants crafted me a few trinkets last week that I'm very, very pleased with too. Another spider ring, this one with a pink sapphire, and another skull in silver with pink sapphire eyes.
Yeah, that's right, I'm a big fan of the Queen.
Went by the shop and there's this amazing gold necklace there with sapphires and amethysts. And more things too, but that one in particular has me just dying of want. And it wouldn't even fit me very well.
That said, her assistants crafted me a few trinkets last week that I'm very, very pleased with too. Another spider ring, this one with a pink sapphire, and another skull in silver with pink sapphire eyes.
Yeah, that's right, I'm a big fan of the Queen.
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