Written By Lorenzo
June 8, 2018, 10:33 a.m.(12/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alessandro
Well, my dearest brother has married and become a Greenmarch. I wish him and his wife Lady Margret all the happiness in the world, even though I will miss him deeply at family dinners. He is the most fun to exchange whispered comments with when discussion at the main table gets too boring.
I hope the Greenmarches appreciate what a fine man has joined their family.
I hope the Greenmarches appreciate what a fine man has joined their family.
Written By Eirene
June 8, 2018, 10:22 a.m.(12/9/1008 AR)
I like swords.
Written By Mae
June 8, 2018, 9:51 a.m.(12/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
While I cannot echo Prince Edain's words that we are all unique - being someone marginally responsible for soul, I try not to make claims like that - I can say without a doubt each and every soul is a piece of Death, created by Her, beloved by Her. And while I just said I won't take guesses, I will make this one: Death doesn't put in all that effort to creating us, She doesn't invest a piece of Herself into this world, without reason.
Written By Edain
June 8, 2018, 8:58 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
To those that have suggested they are easily replaceable. You are not. Everyone is a unique creation with no other being quite like you. Ever thing that you partake in, from the life changing, to the painfully banal create the clay from with you craft yourself. It is a project that you never finish, just one that you shape anew.
Now some people are, of course, assholes, but even they are not replaceable. No one can asshole in quite the same way they do.
Now some people are, of course, assholes, but even they are not replaceable. No one can asshole in quite the same way they do.
Written By Barik
June 8, 2018, 7:38 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
It is hard to stirr the heart in the right direction when directions are vague, and your stirring isn't as deft as on-looking eyes would think. I heard a lot of magical things today; a lot of things I didn't believe. All of them I didn't believe. A man in dark greens bid me to find my reflection, and study it like one would an enemy. My reflection? Just an unreachable other self of me. If I cannot reach myself, then how can a copy of me have any hope at doing so? I feel so disconnected from all of this; all of this magic, all of this talk of legends, myths, what could be.. Like I was never meant to be a part of it- like I was cut from a different cloth, born in a different land. I don't see the streaks of light, I don't enjoy the senseless humility, compassion, and love of those shamelessly serving the so-called Will of the Gods.
Every man has a dark side. It is a matter of balance- it is how the world works, are you petty? Are you a coward? Are you petty and a coward? Then come, sit by. You and I, we share a limp of the leg. But there's a harrowing feeling of faked perception behind these strong believers, an unspoken haughtiness that denotes a certain belief that their path is unblemished, and untouchable. Brother Driskell had it right- he saw the truth, in a way; he saw that there's no light, without darkness. And while light and darkness in these words alone of mine are metaphor, he didn't see them as metaphor. To a man like Brother Driskell, rhetoric and belief were one and the same. And nothing makes the past a sweeter a place to visit than the prospect of imminent death, with these horrible, nightmarish creatures coming to eat us all. At least I've seen those; at least I know they're real, but the Gods? It'll take more than a voice to stirr my heart in the right direction.
Every man has a dark side. It is a matter of balance- it is how the world works, are you petty? Are you a coward? Are you petty and a coward? Then come, sit by. You and I, we share a limp of the leg. But there's a harrowing feeling of faked perception behind these strong believers, an unspoken haughtiness that denotes a certain belief that their path is unblemished, and untouchable. Brother Driskell had it right- he saw the truth, in a way; he saw that there's no light, without darkness. And while light and darkness in these words alone of mine are metaphor, he didn't see them as metaphor. To a man like Brother Driskell, rhetoric and belief were one and the same. And nothing makes the past a sweeter a place to visit than the prospect of imminent death, with these horrible, nightmarish creatures coming to eat us all. At least I've seen those; at least I know they're real, but the Gods? It'll take more than a voice to stirr my heart in the right direction.
Written By Karadoc
June 8, 2018, 7:03 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
He is irreplaceable.
Written By Austen
June 8, 2018, 4:13 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I have never tried to replace myself, so I do not know.
I suspect fairly replaceable, however. One Oathlander knight is much like another.
I suspect fairly replaceable, however. One Oathlander knight is much like another.
Written By Arik
June 8, 2018, 3:32 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Topic: Commentary on Reflections by a Shamanistic Believer
I first noticed the topic of reflections from Champion Bliss Whisper's writings. She is one of the few that I instruct to have their journal entries brought to me. I then noticed several others discussing their reflections. I understand the idea of reflections, opposites, desires, and virtue. I know the reality of what threatens this world within as much as one man who is neither Godsworn nor Shaman might understand such things. I have never feared my reflection and neither have I studied it. I have seen it of course in streams, in mirrors, in windows, in the reflection of Frostfang or my personal sword.
My reflection has never been my own. I have certainly never thought of it as a part of me. If anything my reflection is like my shadow, something which extends from me but is not me. It touches the world and is changed by it. In the stream, it ripples. In the diamondplate of my blade, it is in sharp contrast. In the mirror, it is passing, only a glance. A reflection like a thought is a brief and shortlived thing, no life of its own, no desire of its own. Our reflections do not have spirits of their own, not like the woods or the stream or the wind or the mountain.
If anything reflections only exist when we give them home to exist. When we will them to exist with mirror or water or silver. Mayhap the closest I can come to believe in the power of reflections is that whatever a reflection might hold is only that which we ascribe to it, but then I am woefully uneducated on the topic. Mayhap I should count myself fortunate.
I first noticed the topic of reflections from Champion Bliss Whisper's writings. She is one of the few that I instruct to have their journal entries brought to me. I then noticed several others discussing their reflections. I understand the idea of reflections, opposites, desires, and virtue. I know the reality of what threatens this world within as much as one man who is neither Godsworn nor Shaman might understand such things. I have never feared my reflection and neither have I studied it. I have seen it of course in streams, in mirrors, in windows, in the reflection of Frostfang or my personal sword.
My reflection has never been my own. I have certainly never thought of it as a part of me. If anything my reflection is like my shadow, something which extends from me but is not me. It touches the world and is changed by it. In the stream, it ripples. In the diamondplate of my blade, it is in sharp contrast. In the mirror, it is passing, only a glance. A reflection like a thought is a brief and shortlived thing, no life of its own, no desire of its own. Our reflections do not have spirits of their own, not like the woods or the stream or the wind or the mountain.
If anything reflections only exist when we give them home to exist. When we will them to exist with mirror or water or silver. Mayhap the closest I can come to believe in the power of reflections is that whatever a reflection might hold is only that which we ascribe to it, but then I am woefully uneducated on the topic. Mayhap I should count myself fortunate.
Written By Seth
June 8, 2018, 3:19 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
I arrive in Arx and Jasper has gone missing. Most likely, returned to Highhill for whatever reason. The hounds have been restless, what with the noise of the ongoing renovation disturbing them.
Overall, however, despite the inconveniences of needing to renovate the family estate, this move has felt almost liberating for me.
Overall, however, despite the inconveniences of needing to renovate the family estate, this move has felt almost liberating for me.
Written By Duarte
June 8, 2018, 2:32 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
I hope to see you at the liquor tasting tomorrow.
Written By Saoirse
June 8, 2018, 1:14 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Ah, see, my favorite weapon is wit.
Written By Pasquale
June 8, 2018, 1:05 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Fortunato Grayhope and I have decided we're friends. This feels a thing worth noting, so I'm committing it to Vellichor. Brilliant artist, fascinating views on duality, seems a fine sort all in all.
Written By Marian
June 8, 2018, 12:49 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Come now sister, you know that there is no one like me. Just as there will never be anyone that could replace you.
Now when I rejoin the Wheel, I have faith that others will continue on. It is not a replacement rather the next turn of the cycle.
Now when I rejoin the Wheel, I have faith that others will continue on. It is not a replacement rather the next turn of the cycle.
Written By Victus
June 8, 2018, 12:43 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
She said to cut the cake. I don't understand what the problem is.
Written By Oliver
June 8, 2018, 12:15 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Mongoose is a nice lady. You leave her alone. She can have all the jerky she wants!
Written By Joscelin
June 7, 2018, 11:54 p.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
You keep feeding my dog jerky, I'm going to lock you in a closet with her.
Find a better treat, her rear-end is chasing new customers away!
Find a better treat, her rear-end is chasing new customers away!
Written By Caspian
June 7, 2018, 11:43 p.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
With all due respect, your grace, fuck swords and axes. Knives and daggers until the day I die. But if you were gonna force me to choose? A hatchet, which is what happens when an axe has a baby! A very deadly, yet multipurpose baby!
Written By Alarissa
June 7, 2018, 10:45 p.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Why do people insist on putting fingers through icing on cakes that others are going to eat.
Or Axes.. that have cleaved through mirrorborn.
Really. That's just... ruined cake.
Or Axes.. that have cleaved through mirrorborn.
Really. That's just... ruined cake.
Written By Cassima
June 7, 2018, 9:30 p.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
Rest assured, I would die before I let such a name leave my lips, cousin.
Written By Paige
June 7, 2018, 9:27 p.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I am a commoner and a soldier. You could literally walk outside your door and probably hit three people just like me with a rock. How replaceable do you think I am?
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