Written By Agatha
March 24, 2018, 8 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jev
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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
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
Written By Jev
March 24, 2018, 7:43 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
With brilliant blue eyes like mountain lakes untouched by human hands! Hair as orange and red as the brilliant ever burning flame of Lagoma!
Written By Daemon
March 24, 2018, 7:26 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
It's been many weeks since I marched back with my brothers and sisters from Stormwall. My body is healed and my will is returned. Yet the scars remain. The ones that are left unseen, burrowing into my skull and leaving a mist of gloom over my mind. The battle had no winners, but it certainly had survivors. Though we marched to the beat of the drum and honor, eventually a battle for survival is all it became. I began striking, I ended clawing.
As we stood on the shores they rained fire from the skies, exploding and taking columns of soldiers with them. Hundreds of broken ships lined the shores, carrying men of the dead, starved and suffering. Yet they fought like animals. Monsters who's only desire was to destroy and maim, as they chanted their master's name even as they died. Those who did not burn covered the sands in blood nonetheless. We left their bodies behind to defend the harbor, the walls, the battlements and beyond. We were the barrier to prevent them from entering the city.
That's when the thousands came. Thousands. They shot at us with arrows and stabbed at us with blades and axes. They climbed the wall by the dozens, and dozens were cut down. We killed. We just kept killing and killing. Yet it never ended. The ones who fell became a mountain of corpses which their allies merely stacked ladders upon to climb to the same fate. Every part of me ached, yet I just kept swinging. Hacking. Killing for the defense. It never ended and with every wave, there were always fewer of us.
We could not hold. We were told to flee into the center of the city and meet with the commanding officers. I was exhausted. I was covered in blood, rain, gore. The air was frigid, it cut through my lungs like glass shards with every breath. Then we were told it was over. The city was to be burned. To the last.
To the last they said.
And every enemy soldier who crossed those lines was burnt alive, among a city already filled with corpses and ash. The flames laid all that was left behind into nothing. It has been many days yet I still do not know if we had failed or triumphed. Most say triumph. I am finding it difficult to accept.
When I knelt before an altar and took my knightly vows, I was barely an adult. It was what I was trained and coddled for my entire life. To serve and to protect, to act honorably and just in all things. I say with confidence that I did not falter in those ideals in the midst of battle. Though my discipline was nonexistent in my combative style, I held together.
But the fear. The dread and anxiety, the stench of death and fire burning away what we swore to defend. It has followed me in my shadow back to Arx. It lingers over my shoulder, peering into the back of my head in my every moment of peace. I feel it stripping away my strength, my beliefs. It ebbs at the edges of my vision and sows a panic in my heart. For all the things I could have done, for all the things I didn't, and for all the actions I took when faced with what was. Death. Hunger. Fire.
When I returned to the city I was offered a shiny coin for my service. I declined.
Perhaps this is not a wound meant to be healed. Perhaps this is not a wound at all. I struggle to decipher what is pain and what is a hard truth. Whether or not my spirit, my soul, my entire purpose is truly strong enough to shoulder the burdens of a soldier. Maybe yes. Maybe no.
I don't know.
Written By Joscelin
March 24, 2018, 7:15 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Written By Mirari
March 24, 2018, 6:07 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
Written By Agatha
March 24, 2018, 5:54 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Amantha
Written By Mirari
March 24, 2018, 5:31 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Amarantha
Written By Aiden
March 24, 2018, 5:29 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
If you'd have me.
I am in need of your company and am reduced to writing of it.
Written By Amarantha
March 24, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
And one very smelly, terribly mannered Marquis?
Written By Mirari
March 24, 2018, 4:54 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Amarantha
Written By Amarantha
March 24, 2018, 4:50 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
Princess Agatha carried me home. I may have awoken and somewhat soberly gone out again.
Now I smell like dogs and Oathlander.
Someone kill me.
Written By Ida
March 24, 2018, 4:46 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Itchy Hands - If your right hand itches then you’ll be receiving some silver, but don't scratch it or you keep the silver from coming! If your left palm is itching, that means you’ll be paying someone else silver. That one? You can scratch.
Itchy Nose - You're going to kiss a fool.
Itching/Burning Ears - "Left for love, right for spite." If your ears are itching, no matter which one, it means someone is talking about you.
Written By Cambria
March 24, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Written By Joscelin
March 24, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Written By Jev
March 24, 2018, 3:37 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Written By Katarina
March 24, 2018, 3:34 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Written By Valencia
March 24, 2018, 2:48 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
When I returned to Arx she was among the first to welcome me home. Got me into a drinking contest with Aksel, Sigurd and Mydas at the Spirits. She was so proud when I out drank Mydas. I swear I was so happy my heart could have burst. To have her be proud of me like that was like setting in the rays of the most beautiful sunrise.
My Sera is gone now. I will never again lose composure and jump up to cheer wildly for her in a match like some wild thing. I will never again nearly knock us both over with a far too joyous and reckless hug at seeing her again. I will no longer have new and wonderful ways to be so proud and happy for her and wish in my heart of hearts that I could be just as magnificent as her.
I will miss her so terribly I cannot breath with the thought of it.
My heart goes out to Dame Leta, all my family and those who loved her best. I am here if I am needed. As always. As ever. I pray they know how much she loved them. It is a little thing, but such an important thing.
There has been talk of the importance of family. We talk a lot about it in these times. Serafine always made me feel loved and important when she was near. I never questioned my worth to her or that I was her family. Perhaps that is what I will miss most of all. She was and will always be my sweetest, most beloved cousin. My family by blood and heart.
Farewell, my wonderful, beautiful cousin. Maybe one day I shall be a little more wild and strong like you. I promise that I will always love as deep and true as you did. I hope I will make you proud one day.
Written By Claude
March 24, 2018, 2:28 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
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