Written By Ophelia
Nov. 14, 2018, 6:36 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jordan
I miss you very much. Thank you for everything.
Written By Miranda
Nov. 14, 2018, 6:10 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
Did I congratulate you and your betrothed?
Consider it done now.
Congratulations, Cousin!
Just breathe.
Consider it done now.
Congratulations, Cousin!
Just breathe.
Written By Miranda
Nov. 14, 2018, 6:08 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
Prince Peacock,
Congratulations!
All my love to you and your Lady Dragon.
Can't wait to see all those little peachicks you two will make!
Congratulations!
All my love to you and your Lady Dragon.
Can't wait to see all those little peachicks you two will make!
Written By Preston
Nov. 14, 2018, 5:11 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Do take care of yourself, Dame Thena. The Faith has a great many uses for you yet - and I would be sad should things happen to you.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 14, 2018, 4:59 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
Gareth dreaded the large wedding I was planning on inflicting on him. Not because ... he didn't want the marriage, because he seemed to want it entirely -- indeed, it was his idea -- but because the panoply and hoopla struck him as a kind of social purgatory to which I was going to subject him whether he willed or no.
As I look into the future of the social calendar of Arx and I think about what to do in honor, in memoriam, of a cousin I honor, I think: thousands of silver in commemoration, food and drink and remembrance? He'd hate it, but he's dead and wouldn't have to participate? Dozens of people coming together to deliver eulogies of a person who they remember largely as a grim, intense shadow?
In Gareth's honor, I will serve the Inquisition that he served with his whole heart. I'm not sure else I will do. I have to think on it.
As I look into the future of the social calendar of Arx and I think about what to do in honor, in memoriam, of a cousin I honor, I think: thousands of silver in commemoration, food and drink and remembrance? He'd hate it, but he's dead and wouldn't have to participate? Dozens of people coming together to deliver eulogies of a person who they remember largely as a grim, intense shadow?
In Gareth's honor, I will serve the Inquisition that he served with his whole heart. I'm not sure else I will do. I have to think on it.
Written By Victus
Nov. 14, 2018, 4:53 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
I'm hearing a lot of nice things about this 'coffee' business, yet I've never had any drink warmer than a cup of cider in my belly before.
Perhaps someone can sell me on it.
Perhaps someone can sell me on it.
Written By Thorley
Nov. 14, 2018, 4 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
<written over and over on a piece of parchment is
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron and Baroness-Consort Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch, Baroness-Consort Violet Farwatch, Lady Tala Farwatch, Lady Sorcha Farwatch
..and then a note at the bottom.>
Not sure if I'm ever going to truly get used to this. Just planned my first event as a Baron. We'll see how it goes.
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch
Baron and Baroness-Consort Farwatch
Baron Thorley Farwatch, Baroness-Consort Violet Farwatch, Lady Tala Farwatch, Lady Sorcha Farwatch
..and then a note at the bottom.>
Not sure if I'm ever going to truly get used to this. Just planned my first event as a Baron. We'll see how it goes.
Written By Samantha
Nov. 14, 2018, 3:29 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
What a delight it is, after years of partnership, to learn something new and endearing about one's spouse.
Written By Kaldur
Nov. 14, 2018, 3:11 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Patrols yet run in the Gray. Frays entered. Enemies defeated. Allies lost. We are holding. We hold. But there is fighting still to be done. We have had victories, but today as patrols took us near the Grove - new made as I understand it by Petrichor's own presence - I cannot feel its peace. I taste mud and ash, as before.
And yet the saplings reach for the sky, the Wheel turns, and we with it.
Just... now it feels like we're under it.
And yet the saplings reach for the sky, the Wheel turns, and we with it.
Just... now it feels like we're under it.
Written By Alrec
Nov. 14, 2018, 2:33 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Has anyone seen the giant coat Master Felix wears? I got to know who is his tanner.
Written By Forato
Nov. 14, 2018, 2:21 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
So many new folk, it's truly amazing. I've had the... gall? moxy? courage?.... to show the scars. Maybe I felt I had little to lose due to only having just met the handful of people who saw them. Perhaps, I'm tired of still being chained by the fear of just being who I am. I am a scarred man. They are strange and deep. I can be grateful for the short looks and level tones used by those who keep their composure with such a sight... but it is always the adoration worthy Adora's outlayer aptitude for being such a pure audience to life that helps most. Out of everyone that evening... I feel she is likely the one who accepted me as I was simply because she was willing to boldly (or is it blandly when she does it?) ask.
I couldn't live a slave of fear. I can't live as a slave of anything, or anyone, anymore.
I couldn't live a slave of fear. I can't live as a slave of anything, or anyone, anymore.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 14, 2018, 1:34 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cybele
I am not ready to write this and I am not certain that I shall ever be. Writing implies a certain permanence absent in the spoken word. The wind may snatch the syllables from my mouth, conveying them far away but diminished in their strength within the stretch of meters and seconds.
A written word conveys preservation against the brunt of cruel time that erodes many things. Who among us can really say what the wind remembers and the sea recalls but Mangata? Yet in every loop of ink I engrave memory and perception that will withstand the diminishing of the years piled up against them. An odd sentiment, for the person I write of has a different legacy and a different place on the Wheel.
Cybele was one of the first people I encountered in Arx, one of the first lasting friendships I made back when no one much knew about me -- and many would look on the family name with raised eyebrows, regardless of the achievements of my relations. They looked deeper into a person and found something perhaps not immediately seen by others. There was never a sense of hubris or haughty judgment. Cybele watched the world through such a sense of serenity and purpose, a knowledge of what roots sank deep into the world and what was needful at the time. I am saddened our paths diverged more often than not in recent months, though I could always trust in wisdom badly sought being found upon my friend's lips, in a smile, in a kind gesture.
We are the poorer for the loss, and yet so much enriched. The presence of Cybele and Bashira in the new Grove is something that will inspire coming generations, new shaman and devotees of Petrichor who hear the story of their grand gestures and the lives they lived. I can say I knew Cybele, and shared much. I can say that such a sacrifice for others -- loving, strong, brave, and utterly certain -- fits in every way with the character I came to know.
Be you well, friend, and the spirits rejoice that you have touched so many.
A written word conveys preservation against the brunt of cruel time that erodes many things. Who among us can really say what the wind remembers and the sea recalls but Mangata? Yet in every loop of ink I engrave memory and perception that will withstand the diminishing of the years piled up against them. An odd sentiment, for the person I write of has a different legacy and a different place on the Wheel.
Cybele was one of the first people I encountered in Arx, one of the first lasting friendships I made back when no one much knew about me -- and many would look on the family name with raised eyebrows, regardless of the achievements of my relations. They looked deeper into a person and found something perhaps not immediately seen by others. There was never a sense of hubris or haughty judgment. Cybele watched the world through such a sense of serenity and purpose, a knowledge of what roots sank deep into the world and what was needful at the time. I am saddened our paths diverged more often than not in recent months, though I could always trust in wisdom badly sought being found upon my friend's lips, in a smile, in a kind gesture.
We are the poorer for the loss, and yet so much enriched. The presence of Cybele and Bashira in the new Grove is something that will inspire coming generations, new shaman and devotees of Petrichor who hear the story of their grand gestures and the lives they lived. I can say I knew Cybele, and shared much. I can say that such a sacrifice for others -- loving, strong, brave, and utterly certain -- fits in every way with the character I came to know.
Be you well, friend, and the spirits rejoice that you have touched so many.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 14, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
I want to personally thank every single person who has done and are doing all they are able to for the Lodge of Petrichor and all that reside there, those who continue to give of themselves for the cause, and the families of those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. Though I am a member there, I am not high ranking enough to claim my voice speaks on behalf of the group. This is just my personal appreciation for each and every one of you.
Thank you.
And for those who have lost their lives, lost their loved ones.... my heart both hurts for the loss of your presence in our current lives and busts with awe and in some cases pride for knowing the person you were in this lifetime and how strong you were to have given so much of yourself, to the last. I hope to honor those who have passed from our grasp to return to The Wheel soon.
To Cybele and Bashira, members of the Spirit Walkers, both such talented and wonderful people, know that I am blessed to have known you. Thank you both for the impact you made upon my own life.
And to those who went with me... who listened to my plea for assistance in hopes of accomplishing something so absolutely dangerous... who feared, perhaps, their own chances of survival in even attempting this feat (Spirits know there are few times I have ever felt my own mortality so deeply)... who despite all that stood by my side in that clearing... some of whom very nearly (much much much too nearly) lost their lives in trying to see us all to success... I know you all know how very much it meant to me to do... and I hope you all know how much it means to me that you helped. Words will never be able to come close to expressing the depths of my gratitude. But....
Thank you.
Thank you.
And for those who have lost their lives, lost their loved ones.... my heart both hurts for the loss of your presence in our current lives and busts with awe and in some cases pride for knowing the person you were in this lifetime and how strong you were to have given so much of yourself, to the last. I hope to honor those who have passed from our grasp to return to The Wheel soon.
To Cybele and Bashira, members of the Spirit Walkers, both such talented and wonderful people, know that I am blessed to have known you. Thank you both for the impact you made upon my own life.
And to those who went with me... who listened to my plea for assistance in hopes of accomplishing something so absolutely dangerous... who feared, perhaps, their own chances of survival in even attempting this feat (Spirits know there are few times I have ever felt my own mortality so deeply)... who despite all that stood by my side in that clearing... some of whom very nearly (much much much too nearly) lost their lives in trying to see us all to success... I know you all know how very much it meant to me to do... and I hope you all know how much it means to me that you helped. Words will never be able to come close to expressing the depths of my gratitude. But....
Thank you.
Written By Valdemar
Nov. 14, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
My father is dead. I've said those words many times since it happened, and now even writing them down, it doesn't quite seem real in spite of the fact that I was there when he fell. I was always fairly sure that he would outlast me. He was like a mountain, not only in that he was a tall man, but that there was a sense of permanence to him. No matter what else was changing around him, there he was, staring those changes down, challenging their worthiness. Every time I step into the Great Grim Hall of our longhouse, I still expect to see him in his place at the head of that table. When I don't, the shock of his loss comes flooding back, and I cannot help but wonder how long it will take before this new reality sets in and feels as solid as he was.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 14, 2018, 12:54 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
I have in the last few days felt such a variety of emotions. If I did not know better, I would think I needed to be concerned about my sanity. Some might say I should be anyway....
Worry. Fear. Anxiousness. Longing. Love. Joy. Sadness. Frustration. More worry. Trepidation. Confusion (technically not an emotion but sometimes it feels like one). More sadness. Loss. Determination. Disgust. Near crippling concern. And an absolute relief so strong that while blood and gore rained down upon us, all I could do was laugh while sobbing. That is still present.... I want to laugh and I still want to cry.
The one constant that was within me through all the ups and downs... The one thing I refuse to let go of... The thing that carries me through so many trials and tragedies...
Hope.
Worry. Fear. Anxiousness. Longing. Love. Joy. Sadness. Frustration. More worry. Trepidation. Confusion (technically not an emotion but sometimes it feels like one). More sadness. Loss. Determination. Disgust. Near crippling concern. And an absolute relief so strong that while blood and gore rained down upon us, all I could do was laugh while sobbing. That is still present.... I want to laugh and I still want to cry.
The one constant that was within me through all the ups and downs... The one thing I refuse to let go of... The thing that carries me through so many trials and tragedies...
Hope.
Written By Reigna
Nov. 14, 2018, 11:58 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cybele
It does not yet feel real. When I saw the reports that you had fallen, it was like the ground under me fell away. There is a hole in my world where you once stood, a glaring absence in a Cybele-shaped void. I know that you have returned to the arms of the Queen, and that she has welcomed you home -- at least I hope that you have. If not I promise... I promise to listen hard. I hope you knew how much I trusted you. How much I learned from you. I hope you know how treasured you are. Not were. Are. Your teachings, your gentleness, kindness will be at the forefront of my mind, and I will carry you with me to every student I teach, to every herb I make into a poultice, in every new face that I greet with the openness you helped teach me. I will not say you will be missed. For I will carry you with me, always. Non Omnis Moriar.
Written By Lisebet
Nov. 14, 2018, 11:55 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
The toll keeps climbing.
Day by day the price gets steeper. And yet, the price for doing nothing is still higher, and will always be so.
It brings to crystal clarity memories of those now lost, and the sudden sharp fear when someone I am fond of doesn't reply to a messenger. Followed by the worry and relief to learn they are alive but badly injured. Alive and will recover thankfully.
Day by day the price gets steeper. And yet, the price for doing nothing is still higher, and will always be so.
It brings to crystal clarity memories of those now lost, and the sudden sharp fear when someone I am fond of doesn't reply to a messenger. Followed by the worry and relief to learn they are alive but badly injured. Alive and will recover thankfully.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 14, 2018, 11:50 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cybele
Cybele is gone? She will be sorely missed! Her wisdom, her advice, her hugs, her sharing of herself and willingness to let others share with her. She helped me become a stronger person, more capable of following my duty.
Written By Sparte
Nov. 14, 2018, 11:45 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
More losses come to my ears. So many good and noble souls who are now fallen heroes. I will remember them as best as I can, pray for their return to the wheel at Death's Shrine, but it is difficult not to dwell on this.
I tell others that those fallen arn't gone for ever, we merely walk apart from one another for a time. That with the turning of the wheel, our paths may cross once again.
I know there is truth to those words or I would not say them, yet the pain of loss is still a heavy thing. With each war it grows heavier.
I tell others that those fallen arn't gone for ever, we merely walk apart from one another for a time. That with the turning of the wheel, our paths may cross once again.
I know there is truth to those words or I would not say them, yet the pain of loss is still a heavy thing. With each war it grows heavier.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 14, 2018, 11:35 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
According to the whites, my brother is dead.
I do not have words.
I do not have words.
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