Written By Audric
June 12, 2018, 2:18 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Melody
I'm far too busy to fight without getting paid to do it, don't be silly. Unless someone wants to pay me to fight it myself, which would, admittedly, be exceptionally novel.
Written By Arik
June 12, 2018, 2:04 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I spoke with my sister-in-law today. She is part of the family now, we shared a few stories. Afterward, the High Lord managed to start a bit of a drinking cheer at the Spirits, then I saw a family reunion of sorts. So I thought, family.
I am almost six years my sisters elder. We were both born in Whitehold and I feel as if we never really met until Arx. I know many families, many people talk about their childhood with their family members. My childhood from the age of fourteen to the day of my majority was hunting and scouting and war. It was glorious and it was honorable and it was full of companionship. It was not full of family, not my kin anyway. No, my sister vanished into the woods and expanse of the North. Some might think I was close to Brianna, but we weren't as children. My cousin Seax, to young to have joined me in my early years. Even my distant cousin Wylla had run off for love of Jayus. My Father the Sword of Whitehold watched from afar, much like my Uncle.
It may sound bleak, but it wasn't. I had a family, I have a family today. We met, we ate, we learned... Well, Khanne and I learned, the elders they taught and they suffered our youthful troublemaking. If you asked me I could recount a dozen tales of times with my sister, but they were not any more special to me than time with a friend. Not then, not now.
I was named Sword of Whitehold and entrusted to protect my family, my people, and safeguard their honor. I was chosen by my father before he died and I remember very well what he told me. The secret to being a Sword. Love of family. In my youth, I saw it as loyalty to family, honor to the family, strength to the family. I took his words and I applied every virtue but love to the meaning he meant to impart.
As the years passed I stayed in Whitehold. Khanne came south, Brianna came south then north then south again, and my Uncle traveled to and fro. I stayed in Whitehold. I stayed for the people. I stayed because I had little interest in southern politics. I stayed because of loyalty and honor and strength to the family. Four years ago I broke with that tradition and came to Arx. I met my sister, a passionate young shaman. I write this truly it was not until four years ago that I stood a Sword of Whitehold for love of family and it was my sister's spirit and dedication to the people of the Compact that did it.
Should you ever see her, think well of her reader. Should you ever see me looking for her, have sympathy. I do but seek the sister I love but never knew.
I am almost six years my sisters elder. We were both born in Whitehold and I feel as if we never really met until Arx. I know many families, many people talk about their childhood with their family members. My childhood from the age of fourteen to the day of my majority was hunting and scouting and war. It was glorious and it was honorable and it was full of companionship. It was not full of family, not my kin anyway. No, my sister vanished into the woods and expanse of the North. Some might think I was close to Brianna, but we weren't as children. My cousin Seax, to young to have joined me in my early years. Even my distant cousin Wylla had run off for love of Jayus. My Father the Sword of Whitehold watched from afar, much like my Uncle.
It may sound bleak, but it wasn't. I had a family, I have a family today. We met, we ate, we learned... Well, Khanne and I learned, the elders they taught and they suffered our youthful troublemaking. If you asked me I could recount a dozen tales of times with my sister, but they were not any more special to me than time with a friend. Not then, not now.
I was named Sword of Whitehold and entrusted to protect my family, my people, and safeguard their honor. I was chosen by my father before he died and I remember very well what he told me. The secret to being a Sword. Love of family. In my youth, I saw it as loyalty to family, honor to the family, strength to the family. I took his words and I applied every virtue but love to the meaning he meant to impart.
As the years passed I stayed in Whitehold. Khanne came south, Brianna came south then north then south again, and my Uncle traveled to and fro. I stayed in Whitehold. I stayed for the people. I stayed because I had little interest in southern politics. I stayed because of loyalty and honor and strength to the family. Four years ago I broke with that tradition and came to Arx. I met my sister, a passionate young shaman. I write this truly it was not until four years ago that I stood a Sword of Whitehold for love of family and it was my sister's spirit and dedication to the people of the Compact that did it.
Should you ever see her, think well of her reader. Should you ever see me looking for her, have sympathy. I do but seek the sister I love but never knew.
Written By Melody
June 12, 2018, 1:49 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Captain-General, Baron, Explorer, and now a full-fledged Champion - Of the heart, I'm sure. How dreamy~!
You've already gone this far. Perhaps you ought to shatter tradition further by representing yourself in the coming challenge, should you choose to accept?
You've already gone this far. Perhaps you ought to shatter tradition further by representing yourself in the coming challenge, should you choose to accept?
Written By Aleksei
June 12, 2018, 1:17 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Only because the conversation at the time was about your own challenge!
Written By Caspian
June 12, 2018, 1:14 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
As someone who's been both a sellsword and a Champion I can tell you that they are not the same thing. We Champions fight for honor, glory, and the entertainment of the crowd. It's our main job. Sellswords just fight wars for money.
You should have insisted your cousin get hired instead, she's a Champion! And she hasn't even had the chance to fight her first duel yet. Give her that chance!
You should have insisted your cousin get hired instead, she's a Champion! And she hasn't even had the chance to fight her first duel yet. Give her that chance!
Written By Audric
June 12, 2018, 1:13 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
You only said I couldn't fight my -own- duels! We specifically went over this!
Written By Aleksei
June 12, 2018, 1:05 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Do YOU know what "sellsword" means? Because it doesn't mean "Champion"! Don't make me come over there.
Written By Bliss
June 12, 2018, 1:02 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Whining?
No, darling Baron, I don't believe you understand the role of the Champions Guild in Arvian society if you think I am whining.
Hire Champions for duels. Anything else and you are doing yourself and centuries of traditions a disgrace.
No, darling Baron, I don't believe you understand the role of the Champions Guild in Arvian society if you think I am whining.
Hire Champions for duels. Anything else and you are doing yourself and centuries of traditions a disgrace.
Written By Audric
June 12, 2018, 1:01 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
You do know what 'sellsword' means, right? I mean, sure, it's not spiking the heads of my enemies or fighting monsters, but a job's a job, even if it's one I'm going to really enjoy! Don't whine because she chose someone better than you.
Written By Bliss
June 12, 2018, 12:58 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
I hadn't realized that Baron de Lire had joined the Champions Guild.
Yes, Scholar, I'm aware that he hasn't. That's the point.
Yes, Scholar, I'm aware that he hasn't. That's the point.
Written By Darren
June 12, 2018, 12:35 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
(Dictated, Redrain Villa, 12/20/1008 AR)
Went and got sauced tonight at the Spirits. Fucking good to hear my people cheering. Everything wants to kill us all the time, but you know what? I think we're going to be okay.
I've hired you to record my thoughts sir, not comment on my drinking. Just make writey-writey with the talkey-talkey and I'll worry about me.
Well shit, now I've spilled my damn bottle. Oh well. What to do now....? Donellla.... You awake...
Yes dear, I'll go sleep in the study. Sorry, dear.
Um. You can stop writing now.
Went and got sauced tonight at the Spirits. Fucking good to hear my people cheering. Everything wants to kill us all the time, but you know what? I think we're going to be okay.
I've hired you to record my thoughts sir, not comment on my drinking. Just make writey-writey with the talkey-talkey and I'll worry about me.
Well shit, now I've spilled my damn bottle. Oh well. What to do now....? Donellla.... You awake...
Yes dear, I'll go sleep in the study. Sorry, dear.
Um. You can stop writing now.
Written By Esoka
June 11, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
The Deepwood Harvest Festival was the first party I went to in Arx when I came to this city almost three years ago. I was unsure about being around so many strangers, so many highborn at that, after so long among just my tribe and fellow Riven-sworn in the Twainfort. Marquessa Samantha was warm and gracious and had many games that involved hitting and throwing things, though, which I always enjoy. I had fun and it helped me find my feet in this place more than I think I appreciated back then.
This is the third Harvest Festival I’ve been to. I was victorious at apple-bobbing! And my Count Thesarin was victorious at throwing axes, so Riven was well represented. I had many friends at the party this time and felt not out-of-place at all, even if this city remains odd to me in many ways. The Marquessa remains lovely, as does her good consort, even if Lord Rymarr’s pie was very fearsome and daunting. It was a good night. I look forward to next year and many more to come.
This is the third Harvest Festival I’ve been to. I was victorious at apple-bobbing! And my Count Thesarin was victorious at throwing axes, so Riven was well represented. I had many friends at the party this time and felt not out-of-place at all, even if this city remains odd to me in many ways. The Marquessa remains lovely, as does her good consort, even if Lord Rymarr’s pie was very fearsome and daunting. It was a good night. I look forward to next year and many more to come.
Written By Kenna
June 11, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
The party for The Carlotta Voyage was a success!
I couldn't have done it without Princess Sabella Grayson, Lady Tabitha Whitehawk, Dame Esoka Greenblood, Scholar Rinel Tern, and Mistress Cardace Corvo!!!
I couldn't have done it without Princess Sabella Grayson, Lady Tabitha Whitehawk, Dame Esoka Greenblood, Scholar Rinel Tern, and Mistress Cardace Corvo!!!
Written By Alis
June 11, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Deep breath in.
Shot of whiskey.
Deep breath out.
You're welcome!
Shot of whiskey.
Deep breath out.
You're welcome!
Written By Riagnon
June 11, 2018, 10:07 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
Huh. I actually know a lot of people whose 'faces are just set like that.' Must be really common!
Written By Cristoph
June 11, 2018, 4:56 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
It was my birthday recently. I've decided to spend this year focusing on controlled breathing. I get the feeling I'm going to need it.
Written By Ida
June 11, 2018, 1:52 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
It seems vaguely unfair to threaten the loss of the much anticipated ginger inspired sweet bread! More seriously, though, it is an honor that I will cherish, along with the bread.
Written By Ryhalt
June 11, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
You will get a plaque and tabled named after you Dame Ferron, or no ginger inspire sweet bread for you!
Written By Ryhalt
June 11, 2018, 1:45 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Liliana
M'Lady Harthall, words cannot express the awe and gratitude we have at what you have done. All will know upon opening night they owe the decadent comfort their arses have to you. Well, perhaps in not such...image provoking words.
Written By Ryhalt
June 11, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
It is coming along. One no longer gags and spits out wads of saw dust just being in the room, not choke themselves on the harsh scent of stain and varnish. Westrock roast is the scent prevailing in the air, and soon soon to be the sweet bread with ginger. Two weeks, we shall make it so!
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