Written By Donaldo
March 25, 2018, 8:08 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
I have the luxury of living a live that is not mired in responsibilities and schedules.
I travel and I see such marvelous things and I am thankful.
I have seen terrible things now as well, and it makes me wonder...
Maybe I do not need to travel so much anymore?
I travel and I see such marvelous things and I am thankful.
I have seen terrible things now as well, and it makes me wonder...
Maybe I do not need to travel so much anymore?
Written By Brogan
March 25, 2018, 7:44 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
I’ve written more than normal since returning from Stormwall. Seems that war can even bring out the philosopher in a drunken brawler these days. Lots of thoughts on living and no regrets. Well, seems I should follow my own advice.
All my life I’ve been searching for a home. All my life, I’ve been wanting more than that which was readily offered to me, more than parties, more than so-called friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense.
It is a place in your heart and soul, and the heart and soul of a rare few. It is a feeling given by true friends.
I know this, my Princess, when I look at you I am home.
All my life I’ve been searching for a home. All my life, I’ve been wanting more than that which was readily offered to me, more than parties, more than so-called friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense.
It is a place in your heart and soul, and the heart and soul of a rare few. It is a feeling given by true friends.
I know this, my Princess, when I look at you I am home.
Written By Samael
March 25, 2018, 7:38 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
I wonder how my father did it. Duke Uriel, if you were here today I'd ask you. I'd ask you how you managed to do all that you did and to support our mother and be there for your children when they needed you. How did you manage your time? I need parenting advice, dad. Please.
Written By Apollis
March 25, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
On the subject of Renata Igniseri, I wrote her from Setarco. Dear mother and all that. Are you proud of me? I fought for the Compact, Amarantha and I did. We were brave and valiant. We fought for the Lyceum, the Lyceum that you love so much. You always talk about it. We nearly died for it. Surely that's enough for you.
Written By Emily
March 25, 2018, 7:07 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
Drink thief!
Granted I am not overly upset by this action though I find it all together amusing. The Lady Ennettia is a rather singular personality and I find her to be something of eclectic soul. I am certain there is likely more but I will need to spend a great deal more time getting to know her. An endeavor that I will likely enjoy and not find a chore in the slightest.
Next time she wants to drink, she has only to ask but then that would take away the joy of thieving.
Granted I am not overly upset by this action though I find it all together amusing. The Lady Ennettia is a rather singular personality and I find her to be something of eclectic soul. I am certain there is likely more but I will need to spend a great deal more time getting to know her. An endeavor that I will likely enjoy and not find a chore in the slightest.
Next time she wants to drink, she has only to ask but then that would take away the joy of thieving.
Written By Emily
March 25, 2018, 7:05 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Peri
Swimming. I am not sure I can fathom the excitement for this task you have given yourself of teaching me to do so. I can not promise I will excel or likewise enjoy it but I will TRY. Boats and water are unpredictable forces - at least for me - and trees do not always float, Precious Pearl.
Written By Luis
March 25, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Sir Norwood Clement, Sword of Artshall, a knight of principle and dedication. It is him upon which the Duchy of Laurent can present their laurels and appreciation. For in the midst of the valiant charge of beast and creature of the sea, did the Valardin cavalry race out to lay waste about them, but amidst the dark deed, did the Duke find himself unhorsed, injured and while to his credit, he did not fall completely, he did however find himself within a dark a terrible position. It was in such a moment that the Knight Clement did strike back the enemy, offer a hand and find himself down beside the Duke, fighting back to back.
With such bravery and action displayed it was an easy choice to march the foot forward and surround such courage, emboldened by the example set by the knight to aid him in the protection of his charge, to see the Duke from the field after a mighty show of force. It is for knight like Sir Norwood, that the compact does stand strong. Upon their backs do the concepts of honor and duty bear their fortitude, and it is because of knights like him that everyone else is able to feel their own burdens lessen, for he carries just a little more.
Thank you Sir Norwood for your commitment.
With such bravery and action displayed it was an easy choice to march the foot forward and surround such courage, emboldened by the example set by the knight to aid him in the protection of his charge, to see the Duke from the field after a mighty show of force. It is for knight like Sir Norwood, that the compact does stand strong. Upon their backs do the concepts of honor and duty bear their fortitude, and it is because of knights like him that everyone else is able to feel their own burdens lessen, for he carries just a little more.
Thank you Sir Norwood for your commitment.
Written By Khanne
March 25, 2018, 6:28 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
My mind is still in a bit of a whirlwind about all that occurred at Stormwall. I stayed north, trying to help where I could... trying to speak with others who survived, to help them through everything they were feeling and thinking. We, as survivors, are of course happy we were able to; happy we can see our loved ones again, continue our paths to achieve goals set, see the sun rise another day... But, many also feel a sense of guilt... questioning why did they get to survive when the person standing beside them in battle may not have.
I was, at one point, going to give an account of what happened where I was, what I saw, but really, Felicia did an excellent job of that.
I have yet to return to Arx.. I was on my way when I received a request that had me changing paths and heading north again; to Farhaven. I've had a lot of time for contemplation and reflection; perhaps too much time... It's been welcome though in some ways. Gives me time to let it all sink in... what happened, what will be happening... the good, (the amazing), and the bad.... the next thing to prepare for.
The best moment was seeing Perce again. In that moment I felt the weight of the world rise up off my shoulders for a bit. It is the effect he has on me often. But I have also enjoyed the many messengers that find me, albeit a bit slowly. Well, I've enjoyed most of them, there were a few I'd rather have done without... but, I have received some from someone I have not met yet, though, I was the instigator, and I look forward to meeting them when i return to the city. At the least, perhaps I have another friend through correspondence.... that is how many of my best friendships began. I'm looking at you, Lianne... Mydas, or Ettore... that really is going to take getting used to...
Anyway, I am sure my scattered state of mind has left this entry incomprehensible enough. I should send it off now. I hope all is well in Arx!
I was, at one point, going to give an account of what happened where I was, what I saw, but really, Felicia did an excellent job of that.
I have yet to return to Arx.. I was on my way when I received a request that had me changing paths and heading north again; to Farhaven. I've had a lot of time for contemplation and reflection; perhaps too much time... It's been welcome though in some ways. Gives me time to let it all sink in... what happened, what will be happening... the good, (the amazing), and the bad.... the next thing to prepare for.
The best moment was seeing Perce again. In that moment I felt the weight of the world rise up off my shoulders for a bit. It is the effect he has on me often. But I have also enjoyed the many messengers that find me, albeit a bit slowly. Well, I've enjoyed most of them, there were a few I'd rather have done without... but, I have received some from someone I have not met yet, though, I was the instigator, and I look forward to meeting them when i return to the city. At the least, perhaps I have another friend through correspondence.... that is how many of my best friendships began. I'm looking at you, Lianne... Mydas, or Ettore... that really is going to take getting used to...
Anyway, I am sure my scattered state of mind has left this entry incomprehensible enough. I should send it off now. I hope all is well in Arx!
Written By Titania
March 25, 2018, 5:56 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
It has been a while since I have written, I know I know I must do so more often. I find myself glad and yet troubled that the war is over and the pirate king dead. I am very glad to have my husband home safe and I am very thankful he will be able to see his child born, I am happy to have Marquis Malesh, Lady Arianna and Lord Graham home safe as well. But then I sit and I find myself feeling guilty for so many who did not make it home, for the men and woman who gave their lives to keep all safe.
I will specially miss Abbas, many do not know the man he truly was and many will never have that chance. Many saw him for a monster and I saw him as a friend and a teacher. I will forever remember his lessons and his words to me when I first came to Arx, I will always remember Abbas and I hope that perhaps we will meet again and we can have the chance to truly be friends.
From the Ashes
I will specially miss Abbas, many do not know the man he truly was and many will never have that chance. Many saw him for a monster and I saw him as a friend and a teacher. I will forever remember his lessons and his words to me when I first came to Arx, I will always remember Abbas and I hope that perhaps we will meet again and we can have the chance to truly be friends.
From the Ashes
Written By Cambria
March 25, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
A recent meeting with a Godsworn left me with this kernel of wisdom: every act made is a prayer. But to which god does the that of forgiveness fall under? It seems my less than pious side is thus shown for what it is with such a question, but such is life.
Written By Joscelin
March 25, 2018, 4:53 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
I've never had something so beautiful make me so enamored and frustrated at the same time.
Written By Caith
March 25, 2018, 4:52 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
The conflict is over, the battles have been fought and the price of victory has been paid -- there have been so many losses, it makes the heart ache. Most of my loved ones have, thankfully, returned home but I mourn for those families that now have holes that cannot be filled. We raise our voices in remembrance and vow to never forget their sacrifice.
Yet there is someone no one openly mourns. Someone most are eager to forget.
Perhaps it is impolitic to be sad over the loss of Abbas. I know that he was responsible for horrific actions in his lifetime. I did not know him for very long but he always showed kindness to me and to those I love. Does that balance out the things that he did? Of course not but the measure of a person is not wholly black or white; humans are complex beings that cannot be distilled down into such simplistic terms. He left for war a man stripped of everything, a man seeking a path to redemption. It makes my heart sad that he left this world before being able to achieve that.
Maybe the world at large does not miss you, Abbas. But I do. You big jerk.
Yet there is someone no one openly mourns. Someone most are eager to forget.
Perhaps it is impolitic to be sad over the loss of Abbas. I know that he was responsible for horrific actions in his lifetime. I did not know him for very long but he always showed kindness to me and to those I love. Does that balance out the things that he did? Of course not but the measure of a person is not wholly black or white; humans are complex beings that cannot be distilled down into such simplistic terms. He left for war a man stripped of everything, a man seeking a path to redemption. It makes my heart sad that he left this world before being able to achieve that.
Maybe the world at large does not miss you, Abbas. But I do. You big jerk.
Written By Elgana
March 25, 2018, 4:49 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
It looks like the wish of some of the people dearest to me may be coming true. I am actually looking at armor. Not just looking at it, in the market to purchase it.
I think I need to stay away from wine, it's making me easy to manipulate into doing things I'd rather avoid.
I wonder if I can get it dyed blue...
I think I need to stay away from wine, it's making me easy to manipulate into doing things I'd rather avoid.
I wonder if I can get it dyed blue...
Written By Valery
March 25, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
I already mixed the new Spring tea.
I'll start selling it soon, maybe even before the event...
I'll start selling it soon, maybe even before the event...
Written By Valery
March 25, 2018, 4:26 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I'm having another gathering in the garden soon...
Is it a dress to take for tea to the Garden?
Is it a dress to take for tea to the Garden?
Written By Morrighan
March 25, 2018, 4:17 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You're welcome, and as always, your reactions are priceless. It's what makes being a seamstress worthwhile, seeing people that happy with the end result.
Written By Joscelin
March 25, 2018, 4:08 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
I don't know what to do. I've never been in this situation before and I know, I know I will be laughed at for how seriously vexed I am. No one will look at me with concerns that I share, but rather concerns about my sanity, and I don't care. I don't.
Morrighan has sent me a dress. A beautiful, perfect, gorgeous dress made to fit all of this that is me and my word. It's breath-taking. I can barely fathom how she made this so damn perfectly, how she's had time to work... I mean, I can't imagine how long she's been working on this.
Most everyone knows her work in the city, some even beyond it; priceless, beyond compare? Paltry descriptions for divinity-inspired awe, made in fabric and to wear! In public! This is the dress I would be buried in, offer it to the Queen of Endings as Her permanent regalia. Aureth, does She like blue? She would, after looking at this.
My problem is thus: I have -nothing- I can wear this to, soon enough. Nothing. It's sitting here and I'm worried that it will sit here unappreciated too long.
A horrible problem. Terrible.
Morrighan has sent me a dress. A beautiful, perfect, gorgeous dress made to fit all of this that is me and my word. It's breath-taking. I can barely fathom how she made this so damn perfectly, how she's had time to work... I mean, I can't imagine how long she's been working on this.
Most everyone knows her work in the city, some even beyond it; priceless, beyond compare? Paltry descriptions for divinity-inspired awe, made in fabric and to wear! In public! This is the dress I would be buried in, offer it to the Queen of Endings as Her permanent regalia. Aureth, does She like blue? She would, after looking at this.
My problem is thus: I have -nothing- I can wear this to, soon enough. Nothing. It's sitting here and I'm worried that it will sit here unappreciated too long.
A horrible problem. Terrible.
Written By Sina
March 25, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Day 4
There are some things which should not be written within the pages of the whites.
Day 5
I left my place here within the Shrine only briefly, that I might attend the vigil in the Cathedral. I return feeling once again at peace, though my heart was quite troubled before. As I near the end of my service, I do wonder about my future and what it may hold now.
Day 6
It amazes me how many people manage to smudge the mirrors with their fingerprints in a given day.
This time away from my normal duties has given me time to reflect upon my future, and where I wish to go. I feel drawn to the Faith, and cannot deny that this is where my heart lies as well. I think it is time to truly consider if my life serving House Thrax has meaning, or if I might find more fulfillment dedicating my life to the service of the Gods. I shall continue to pray on this, for my heart is torn.
Day 7
Today marks the last day of my week of service within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. I have come out the other side unscathed, and it isn't nearly as frightening here as I once thought. I have come to know Archlector Vayne, who has been a helpful guide along the way. I hope that we will have more opportunity to speak of things in the future.
As to my experience, all that I can say is that it was informative. I have learned much about myself during this time of reflection and service. I have learned to question the things that I see and hear, and I have learned that doubt is not a bad thing. It is fine to have doubts, I think. To question what one sees and what one experiences is the only way to Truth. To follow blindly is to hide within a shroud of ignorance. To take what one sees at face value is to buy into the lie. This world is full of hidden truths, and sometimes those truths are hidden within lies. It is our job, as Scholars, to see the truth behind the lies.
I think I understand, now, why it is required for aspiring Scholars to spend a week within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. But I leave that up to other aspiring Scholars to discover for themselves. For my experience may be quite different from that of others.
There are some things which should not be written within the pages of the whites.
Day 5
I left my place here within the Shrine only briefly, that I might attend the vigil in the Cathedral. I return feeling once again at peace, though my heart was quite troubled before. As I near the end of my service, I do wonder about my future and what it may hold now.
Day 6
It amazes me how many people manage to smudge the mirrors with their fingerprints in a given day.
This time away from my normal duties has given me time to reflect upon my future, and where I wish to go. I feel drawn to the Faith, and cannot deny that this is where my heart lies as well. I think it is time to truly consider if my life serving House Thrax has meaning, or if I might find more fulfillment dedicating my life to the service of the Gods. I shall continue to pray on this, for my heart is torn.
Day 7
Today marks the last day of my week of service within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. I have come out the other side unscathed, and it isn't nearly as frightening here as I once thought. I have come to know Archlector Vayne, who has been a helpful guide along the way. I hope that we will have more opportunity to speak of things in the future.
As to my experience, all that I can say is that it was informative. I have learned much about myself during this time of reflection and service. I have learned to question the things that I see and hear, and I have learned that doubt is not a bad thing. It is fine to have doubts, I think. To question what one sees and what one experiences is the only way to Truth. To follow blindly is to hide within a shroud of ignorance. To take what one sees at face value is to buy into the lie. This world is full of hidden truths, and sometimes those truths are hidden within lies. It is our job, as Scholars, to see the truth behind the lies.
I think I understand, now, why it is required for aspiring Scholars to spend a week within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. But I leave that up to other aspiring Scholars to discover for themselves. For my experience may be quite different from that of others.
Written By Kenna
March 25, 2018, 11:01 a.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Oh dear.
Oops?
Oops?
Written By Wynna
March 25, 2018, 9:14 a.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
If one had asked me, years ago, what would compel me to break an oath, I would have had many answers. A bag of coins. A roof to stay under for a night. A shining new dagger to impress my accomplices. Few things were sacred to a girl with nothing to lose, no discipline and no future. Oaths were just another tactic to use to deceive the sentimental.
And I was good at that, I think. I am not proud, but I think I would do it again if I were in the same position, lacking the knowledge and duty I have now. The experience I have. The love I have. Without those things, it's difficult to see past the base needs of survival. In the end, I /was/ just a girl who did not know any better.
Today, to me, an oath takes on a different meaning. Different from the lies I spun to get ahead. An oath is my duty to Vellichor, to my fellow knowledge-seekers, to the Compact as a whole. An oath is my solemn word to Limerance. An oath to keep hidden the secrets those who wish them kept. Tristan taught me these things. Rinel has helped me to understand it.
So as I look upon these silent, drifting shades in the hall of the Thirteenth's, I still must feel compelled to ask the question to myself that Archlector Vayne posited. Armed with this duty, armed with my knowledge, and my need to spread it, armed with all these qualities that should make a fine scholar - what would it take to ignore all of that, as these handless, tongueless souls did?
Has my willingness to break an oath diminished over the years, or have my standards simply raised?
And I was good at that, I think. I am not proud, but I think I would do it again if I were in the same position, lacking the knowledge and duty I have now. The experience I have. The love I have. Without those things, it's difficult to see past the base needs of survival. In the end, I /was/ just a girl who did not know any better.
Today, to me, an oath takes on a different meaning. Different from the lies I spun to get ahead. An oath is my duty to Vellichor, to my fellow knowledge-seekers, to the Compact as a whole. An oath is my solemn word to Limerance. An oath to keep hidden the secrets those who wish them kept. Tristan taught me these things. Rinel has helped me to understand it.
So as I look upon these silent, drifting shades in the hall of the Thirteenth's, I still must feel compelled to ask the question to myself that Archlector Vayne posited. Armed with this duty, armed with my knowledge, and my need to spread it, armed with all these qualities that should make a fine scholar - what would it take to ignore all of that, as these handless, tongueless souls did?
Has my willingness to break an oath diminished over the years, or have my standards simply raised?
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