Written By Felicia
March 25, 2018, 7:08 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I suck at analogies, but here it goes.
I'm not a flower, I'm a tree, and no matter how much bullshit you shovel at me, that's not going to change.
People who try to prune me into a flower or think a pissant little ring is going to keep me contained are going to get a limb dropped on their heads.
To steal words from a friend, live a life that's worth celebrating. None of us know how long we've got or where we might end up, so be damned sure about what kind of legacy you want to leave behind.
Some wounds can be forgiven, thoughtless words, thoughtless actions, we can all be guilty of them. But at the end of the day the one that owns their deeds and makes the choice to make amends holds more value than the ones who act like they're not shovelling you shit while they're digging up your roots.
There's whiskey to be drunk, and battles to fight, good friends that will have your back and if you're lucky, a few good lovers to boot, so when Mother calls you home, make sure you have a few good tales to tell Her.
I'm not a flower, I'm a tree, and no matter how much bullshit you shovel at me, that's not going to change.
People who try to prune me into a flower or think a pissant little ring is going to keep me contained are going to get a limb dropped on their heads.
To steal words from a friend, live a life that's worth celebrating. None of us know how long we've got or where we might end up, so be damned sure about what kind of legacy you want to leave behind.
Some wounds can be forgiven, thoughtless words, thoughtless actions, we can all be guilty of them. But at the end of the day the one that owns their deeds and makes the choice to make amends holds more value than the ones who act like they're not shovelling you shit while they're digging up your roots.
There's whiskey to be drunk, and battles to fight, good friends that will have your back and if you're lucky, a few good lovers to boot, so when Mother calls you home, make sure you have a few good tales to tell Her.
Written By Elgana
March 25, 2018, 3:19 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
A mind once made is very hard to unmake.
Written By Sophie
March 25, 2018, 2:48 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Even now, it is bittersweet to recall my dear friend, for I feel joy in revisting fond memories, as well as the aching sorrow of loss.
I first met Sir Armel when I was of novitiate of Mercy training in Blancbier. Sir Grumpy Greaves, I called him, which amused us both because it always made him smile.
Over the years he travelled, as is the wont of a Knight of Solace, and we corresponded when possible. When we were reunited in Arx a few years ago, it was a happy occasion for the both of us, and we quickly re-settled into companionable company.
When he was named Knight Commander, I was so proud, and he was so apprehensive. It was a feeling of doubt -- even, at times, unworthiness -- that he carried when promoted to Adjutant and then Grand Master. We both took comfort that I was named the Mother Mercy of Arx around the same time he took leadership of the Silver Order, and it reinforced our feelings that we were in this together. He never hesitated to give the Mercies what they needed. In the most terrible of times, even when his numbers were spread thin, he always found a way to see we were well protected.
One of my fondest memories is both sweet and sorrowed. It was not long after he lost his eye in a gruesome battle with an occultist at the Queensrest Inn. I tracked him down to the Shrine of Gild, and we spoke of things deeply personal and of things profound that I will not detail here. Throughout the course of the conversation and a rousing game of Yum-Yum Kingdom, which is ever so popular with Oathlanders, and which I do hope exists in the future, much was shared, and he left feeling brighter and lighter than I found him.
Armel wasn't what most would call talkative. I am blessed, however, to have been his confidant over the years. He was good and brave. He lived his life with honor and with generosity. I am certain he died the same way, for what is more generous that readily and unhesitatingly sacrificing one's life?
For those in the future who might one day come across this entry, please know this: Sir Armel Godsworn was a great Knight Commander of the Silver Order of the Knights of Solace. More than that, he was a great friend and is greatly missed.
I first met Sir Armel when I was of novitiate of Mercy training in Blancbier. Sir Grumpy Greaves, I called him, which amused us both because it always made him smile.
Over the years he travelled, as is the wont of a Knight of Solace, and we corresponded when possible. When we were reunited in Arx a few years ago, it was a happy occasion for the both of us, and we quickly re-settled into companionable company.
When he was named Knight Commander, I was so proud, and he was so apprehensive. It was a feeling of doubt -- even, at times, unworthiness -- that he carried when promoted to Adjutant and then Grand Master. We both took comfort that I was named the Mother Mercy of Arx around the same time he took leadership of the Silver Order, and it reinforced our feelings that we were in this together. He never hesitated to give the Mercies what they needed. In the most terrible of times, even when his numbers were spread thin, he always found a way to see we were well protected.
One of my fondest memories is both sweet and sorrowed. It was not long after he lost his eye in a gruesome battle with an occultist at the Queensrest Inn. I tracked him down to the Shrine of Gild, and we spoke of things deeply personal and of things profound that I will not detail here. Throughout the course of the conversation and a rousing game of Yum-Yum Kingdom, which is ever so popular with Oathlanders, and which I do hope exists in the future, much was shared, and he left feeling brighter and lighter than I found him.
Armel wasn't what most would call talkative. I am blessed, however, to have been his confidant over the years. He was good and brave. He lived his life with honor and with generosity. I am certain he died the same way, for what is more generous that readily and unhesitatingly sacrificing one's life?
For those in the future who might one day come across this entry, please know this: Sir Armel Godsworn was a great Knight Commander of the Silver Order of the Knights of Solace. More than that, he was a great friend and is greatly missed.
Written By Silas
March 25, 2018, 2:31 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
You're always welcome here, my prince.
Written By Malesh
March 25, 2018, 1:56 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I am taking a tea that tastes of spoiled dirt, and I'm being basted with some oily cream that smells sour. I hate every moment, yet I am glad to have lived through the folly of battle. Braver men were not as blessed.
Written By Alessandro
March 25, 2018, 1:47 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margret
Genuinely good. What secrets could one such as that possibly hold?
I would like to find out.
I would like to find out.
Written By Monique
March 24, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
A new book in the shop at the Gilded Page by a mystery author. A meeting of minds. A meeting of old friends.
I've started my week at the shrine of the Thirteenth. And now I have so many questions. I fear I may come away with even more.
I've started my week at the shrine of the Thirteenth. And now I have so many questions. I fear I may come away with even more.
Written By Veronica
March 24, 2018, 11:35 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Although I did not take part in the battles of Stormwall or Setarco, my time spent on the roads was not entirely unfruitful.
We scattered and captured several bands of Shav bandits during the Gyre crisis, and it appears many were driven to desperation by starvation in their villages. I am curious whether this food shortage is a result of our war preparations, or is it manufactured by this slippery bastard who calls himself 'Heir'?
Whoever and wherever he is, I will find him and bring him to justice. I don't think he understands how effective my answer to all impediments is.
We scattered and captured several bands of Shav bandits during the Gyre crisis, and it appears many were driven to desperation by starvation in their villages. I am curious whether this food shortage is a result of our war preparations, or is it manufactured by this slippery bastard who calls himself 'Heir'?
Whoever and wherever he is, I will find him and bring him to justice. I don't think he understands how effective my answer to all impediments is.
Written By Thena
March 24, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
The service for Grandmaster Armel went well, I think. I learned some things about him from those that spoke, and I hope those who came that didn't know him went away feeling like they did, at least a little bit.
I can't give enough thanks to the Duke and Duchess Pravus, who allowed me to raid their collection of Setarcan vintages for the event (wines the Grandmaster favored, I'm told) and Master Venturo Thayne for providing the whiskey and ale.
Walk in the Light, Grandmaster Armel Godsworn. We miss you.
I can't give enough thanks to the Duke and Duchess Pravus, who allowed me to raid their collection of Setarcan vintages for the event (wines the Grandmaster favored, I'm told) and Master Venturo Thayne for providing the whiskey and ale.
Walk in the Light, Grandmaster Armel Godsworn. We miss you.
Written By Roxana
March 24, 2018, 10:41 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I spent a few hours at the Ambassador's today and enjoyed the company a good deal. It was at the very least a fine distraction from less pleasant considerations and thus appreciated.
I do hope to spend more time with Princess Sabella soon, for I find that I like her very much.
That handsome knight might be worth looking up too. One never knows.
I do hope to spend more time with Princess Sabella soon, for I find that I like her very much.
That handsome knight might be worth looking up too. One never knows.
Written By Isidora
March 24, 2018, 10:14 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I walked the trails of the forest and collected wild herbs.
I will use them for healing in poultices, salves, and teas.
The evening spring air is thought provoking and soothing.
It is moments like this where my mind is captivated by a dark figure.
It is most unwelcoming.
I will use them for healing in poultices, salves, and teas.
The evening spring air is thought provoking and soothing.
It is moments like this where my mind is captivated by a dark figure.
It is most unwelcoming.
Written By Sabella
March 24, 2018, 10:10 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
Watch the hands! You're no good to me if you can't write!
Also I hope you feel better all around.
But watch the hands!
Also I hope you feel better all around.
But watch the hands!
Written By Niklas
March 24, 2018, 10:08 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Seventeen years since I broke my last sword. Turns out I didn't develop some secret natural talent during that period. My ribs hurt.
Written By Violet
March 24, 2018, 9:18 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
Two fights in as many days. I haven't any words now. Only a breaking heart and unanswered questions in an empty room. What just happened?
Written By Cambria
March 24, 2018, 9:12 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
It takes an unusually philosophic mind to accept that all one's suffering might be to no end, really, in the larger scheme of things.
Written By Luca
March 24, 2018, 8:19 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Vic, a grim man, but a good leader.
Written By Agatha
March 24, 2018, 8 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jev
Scholar, why did you tell me to sit down in the corner away from the table before I could read this? Wait, you won't even let me read it? You're going to read it to me and not let me touch the journal?
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Okay. That was probably smart, scholar. Yeah, you can record this conversation.
Who even is that?
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Okay. That was probably smart, scholar. Yeah, you can record this conversation.
Who even is that?
Written By Ida
March 24, 2018, 7:58 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
"It takes more than a flesh wound to fell a Knight of the Oathlands."
Ah, but our hearts. I think, perhaps, because we champion and we fight, we open our whole beings to the world. We embrace the fighting, the blood, the pain, so that another might not suffer so harshly. We face the thousands to save thousands. We take on their fear and their nightmares as our own burdens. It is, perhaps, as much of being a knight as swearing the oaths. It is living the oaths.
I was not at Stormwall, or even Setarco, and I know I can never ever feel, see, or truly understand what was faced there. I am sorry the shadows still linger on your heart and thoughts. I hope time will not so much fade the memory, but soften the hurt if even just a little bit.
If it means anything, I think you are strong enough and believe in you.
Ah, but our hearts. I think, perhaps, because we champion and we fight, we open our whole beings to the world. We embrace the fighting, the blood, the pain, so that another might not suffer so harshly. We face the thousands to save thousands. We take on their fear and their nightmares as our own burdens. It is, perhaps, as much of being a knight as swearing the oaths. It is living the oaths.
I was not at Stormwall, or even Setarco, and I know I can never ever feel, see, or truly understand what was faced there. I am sorry the shadows still linger on your heart and thoughts. I hope time will not so much fade the memory, but soften the hurt if even just a little bit.
If it means anything, I think you are strong enough and believe in you.
Written By Agatha
March 24, 2018, 7:58 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Best meal. Looking forward to it! You may throw a pot at my head for making you think it wasn't fancy enough. I have a very thick skull. HAH!
Written By Jev
March 24, 2018, 7:43 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Last night my eyes fell upon an angel to best all the combined beauty in this land of Arvum.
With brilliant blue eyes like mountain lakes untouched by human hands! Hair as orange and red as the brilliant ever burning flame of Lagoma!
With brilliant blue eyes like mountain lakes untouched by human hands! Hair as orange and red as the brilliant ever burning flame of Lagoma!
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