Written By Reigna
April 5, 2018, 1:59 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
I have been having nightmares. I am getting used to them now. They no longer have me waking with a scream. I do not even wake Kael anymore. Well. Most of the time.
I see those creatures, wasted, emaciated. Hungry. The hollowness of their filmed over eyes, lost beyond the ability to be called men. The leashes wrapped around their throats, their clawing hands and gnashing teeth. I see that tower of armor and the deep basso echoes of 'Feast'.
But that, oddly, is the background. My dreams are filled with wounds. The stench of charred flesh and burnt bone, the slippery feel of entrails sliding through my hands as I try to put someone back together. The way the copper tang of blood filled my mouth for days. The steady, relentless sound of a sword cutting through the necks of the dead and worse, the dying. Each lopping fall of that sword counting another failure. Another life unsaved. So many died. I tried... I tried so hard. I thought ahead, I trained them. I drilled them. I arrogantly thought I was going to make such a difference. I was going to save them.
Only one in four returned. One in four. I have written so many letters to so many families. Thanking them for the service of their kin. Apologizing for the loss, remarking on the bravery and duty they fulfilled when they did not have to. Healers are not soldiers, and many died in service to them. To the Compact.
My mind cannot seem to let this go. It takes me back there at unexpected times. Nothing at all should make me think of it, and suddenly it is as if I am back in that tent, amidst the wails and moans, the thunder of hooves and that terrible terrible call, 'Feast'.
Time marches forward. Things, places, people move on. I travel through Arx and I see so many merry people and a part of me wonders what is wrong with me, that I am home, but I am also still not wholly home. A part of me is still in Stormwall. I do not know if I will ever really leave that place. Why can I not be home? Does anyone else feel this way? As if they left a part of themselves so far away, still stuck in that bubble of terror and focus?
I am not wholly unhappy. Not at all. Being home, seeing my husband, my children, my friends, I am often laughing, often happy. Until I blink and I am back there.
Time marches forward, but I feel left behind.
Written By Corban
April 5, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Written By Agatha
April 5, 2018, 1:23 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
Written By Agatha
April 5, 2018, 1:18 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Echo
Written By Echo
April 5, 2018, 1:11 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Written By Gwenna
April 5, 2018, 1:11 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Written By Derovai
April 5, 2018, 1:09 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jev
Written By Gwenna
April 5, 2018, 1:06 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Giulio
Cloudberry wine, with my admitted preference for wine over other drinks, sounds quite intriguing.
Written By Jev
April 5, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
Written By Derovai
April 5, 2018, 12:47 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jev
I'll leave it to Marquis Mydas-or-whatever-he's-called-now to tell you the rules of the game.
Written By Margerie
April 5, 2018, 12:44 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Giulio
I for one think cordials sound like just the thing for the old biddies when we get together to trade knitting ideas.
Written By Giulio
April 5, 2018, 12:39 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Sophistication and elegance, or something with a wider reach? The cloudberry wine is... rather delicious, I must admit.
Written By Agatha
April 5, 2018, 11:44 a.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabetta
Terrence abstained.
Candice liked cuddle bear. Candice may make different life choices in the future. Or she might be the most dangerous bear of all.
((Scholar? Are you SURE it's not abstinanced? They're related? OH!)
Written By Eirene
April 5, 2018, 10:13 a.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
*The Scholar writes that she produces a hat of green leather of questionable color taste and begins to slice pieces off with her alaricite scalpel. That done, she proceeds to chew and swallow the leather.*
I didn't believe he was an Inquisitor. I said if he was, I'd eat a hat. He was. I have fulfilled my vow.
Written By Eleyna
April 5, 2018, 10:12 a.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
I'll enlighten you; it's extremely creepy.
Written By Rinel
April 5, 2018, 9:42 a.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
And lots of fish.
Written By Wynna
April 5, 2018, 6:53 a.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Written By Duarte
April 5, 2018, 4:19 a.m.(6/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
I happened upon the Tangled Skein and the proprietor, Petal, overheard a discussion I was having with...mm...I forgot the lady's name - but she was a staid sort.
Amidst the banter, Petal quietly made some suggestions for my dress and I thanked her. I stepped away and had not followed up since. I had, in fact, nearly forgotten.
Well the clever designer had not forgotten and she, the talented artisan, busy as she is, quite remembered me! and our discussion. Tonight she sent me the first article: a silken tunic, ivory in color. I could not be more pleased. It is a fine garment indeed.
Written By Elara
April 5, 2018, 2:20 a.m.(6/28/1008 AR)
I've never won a prize before either. In anything. I've...never really been recognized for much in my life. It will certainly have a place of honor in my room. Especially given my fierce competition in the absolutely amazing Itzal Culler, who won second, and the gorgeous AND talented Princess Sabella Grayson. The second dance I went up against my cousin, Niklas. And as usual he didn't take it -nearly- as seriously as I did. But he had fun, so I suppose that is what is important.
No Niklas, I am STILL not fetching Steve's eggs while you are gone. No.
Written By Amarantha
April 5, 2018, 2:19 a.m.(6/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
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