Written By Joscelin
March 16, 2018, 2:56 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Theron
Come back with you -in- your armor in one piece, please. I'll find a way to reincarnate you as a small pet rodent and that I'll keep in a cage in my work room if you don't.
Written By Sameera
March 16, 2018, 2:55 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Very Difficult King, I would not pity my Torstein too much. He chose to have a life with me as his spouse. Pretty sure he enjoys the death threats. Henrik makes sure I don't have my hammer or any sort of weapon when I issue the death threats. Just saying.
Written By Theron
March 16, 2018, 2:55 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
This is the closest thing to a Will that I will write, though I do not intend to die here, nor now.
My sword, Adamant, will be given to the Mazetti who becomes a master of both the weapons that we favor and the longsword. It will be passed down from generation to generation, alongside the sword Allegiance, until the end of time.
The jewelry box containing a glass pendant housing a strand of blond hair from a certain theatre-loving woman will be incinerated, along with the box that houses it.
If my rubicund armor is still serviceable, it'll go to Joscelin Arterius with my personal thanks.
Any other possessions may be distributed as the Marquessa of the County of Ostria, Cambria Mazetti, sees fit.
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered blows away.
My sword, Adamant, will be given to the Mazetti who becomes a master of both the weapons that we favor and the longsword. It will be passed down from generation to generation, alongside the sword Allegiance, until the end of time.
The jewelry box containing a glass pendant housing a strand of blond hair from a certain theatre-loving woman will be incinerated, along with the box that houses it.
If my rubicund armor is still serviceable, it'll go to Joscelin Arterius with my personal thanks.
Any other possessions may be distributed as the Marquessa of the County of Ostria, Cambria Mazetti, sees fit.
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered blows away.
Written By Veronica
March 16, 2018, 2:53 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
My ride back to Arx was an odd one, as I passed soldiers marching in the opposite direction.
After riding with Countess Reigna and Lady Khanne yesterday, on the first leg of their journey to Stormwall, I returned to a city that seems eerily quiet. Many of the banners rallied have departed to the various fronts, and those that haven't are making final preparations to leave. This eerie silence is present even at Keatons' Hall: Count Kael, Jaerith and their men have departed for Setarco while I was away. We did not even had a chance to say our goodbyes.
I pray to the Gods our wayward cousin Aric keeps his word to keep the rest of the family safe in Arx. As much as I have reservations about his convictions, he is still family and his presence does ease my mind somewhat, so that I can focus on my own duties.
In the morning, I depart for Southport.
After riding with Countess Reigna and Lady Khanne yesterday, on the first leg of their journey to Stormwall, I returned to a city that seems eerily quiet. Many of the banners rallied have departed to the various fronts, and those that haven't are making final preparations to leave. This eerie silence is present even at Keatons' Hall: Count Kael, Jaerith and their men have departed for Setarco while I was away. We did not even had a chance to say our goodbyes.
I pray to the Gods our wayward cousin Aric keeps his word to keep the rest of the family safe in Arx. As much as I have reservations about his convictions, he is still family and his presence does ease my mind somewhat, so that I can focus on my own duties.
In the morning, I depart for Southport.
Written By Sameera
March 16, 2018, 2:53 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
*pages of sketches of jewelry*
Written By Sameera
March 16, 2018, 2:53 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
I'll probably die. I doubt many, if anyone, will miss me. I am not exactly endearing.
Written By Venturo
March 16, 2018, 2:51 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Captain Daniels -- a woman, whom as far as I ever could determine, had no second name -- possessed a knack for knowing the right moment to weave a story, waiting for the lull in the evening's proceedings. She would regal us of the storms she'd seen aboard her ship, The Serene Maiden, that would leave one with a chill clinging to them at the prospect of such tempestuous weather to fight through. Yet still, it did not prepare me for when I set aboard with her during my journeys.
A squall whipped up so quickly, it left one clinging to the railing, doing all one could to hold on for my life. And yet, amidst what could only, politely, be called utter chaos, there was Captain Daniels, a tranquil and tenacious figure. It beguiled me how she could be so collected, even excited at the prospect of what lay before us. The wind whipped at the sails. The ocean water sprayed over us, leaving everything drenched. Lighting crackled through the sky, threatening to bring it's wrath upon us. Yet, just as in her stories, she saw our way to calmer seas, finding a path where no one else could.
As I look around me at what will become Raconteur Brewing, I think now of Captain Daniels. All about me is the chaos of stacked chairs, barrels strewn around, fabrics and bottles and more that any sane person would think is an insurmountable whirl of chaos. Yet I see the path. I feel the thrill of the challenge.
A squall whipped up so quickly, it left one clinging to the railing, doing all one could to hold on for my life. And yet, amidst what could only, politely, be called utter chaos, there was Captain Daniels, a tranquil and tenacious figure. It beguiled me how she could be so collected, even excited at the prospect of what lay before us. The wind whipped at the sails. The ocean water sprayed over us, leaving everything drenched. Lighting crackled through the sky, threatening to bring it's wrath upon us. Yet, just as in her stories, she saw our way to calmer seas, finding a path where no one else could.
As I look around me at what will become Raconteur Brewing, I think now of Captain Daniels. All about me is the chaos of stacked chairs, barrels strewn around, fabrics and bottles and more that any sane person would think is an insurmountable whirl of chaos. Yet I see the path. I feel the thrill of the challenge.
Written By Ennettia
March 16, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
What a curious thing, to visit this grand dusty old building and read through all these wills and reminders of mortality. Here I am in Arx all about new beginnings and everyone has decided to wander away to sweat and do battle against undead fishermen. How terribly thrilling to hear of it all, don't you think scholar? Are you sure you don't want one of these pastries? No? Hmm....
(scholar's note: Lady Ennettia proceeded to snack in silence until prompted)
No, of course I have more to add! Why? No no, nevermind. Let us just continue. Arx! I am quite glad I chose to come at this time, actually. It allows me to become accustomed to the city without people. I will seem entirely accustomed to city life by the time they all return, don't you think? And I have already met several experienced mothers! How do they become so adept with children? I barely know where my little savage is at any given time, and they manage two or three at once! With less nursemaids at a time, too. Northern women seem very efficient, don't you think?
And I did meet with some family, on both sides. And I have a career now! Did I tell you, scholar? I've joined a charming little company with the most adorable uniforms. Sadly it seems I am not yet given one of those charming coats, but I have fond hopes that I will. I look utterly devastating in red, after all.
(scholar's note: Lady Ennettia proceeded to snack in silence until prompted)
No, of course I have more to add! Why? No no, nevermind. Let us just continue. Arx! I am quite glad I chose to come at this time, actually. It allows me to become accustomed to the city without people. I will seem entirely accustomed to city life by the time they all return, don't you think? And I have already met several experienced mothers! How do they become so adept with children? I barely know where my little savage is at any given time, and they manage two or three at once! With less nursemaids at a time, too. Northern women seem very efficient, don't you think?
And I did meet with some family, on both sides. And I have a career now! Did I tell you, scholar? I've joined a charming little company with the most adorable uniforms. Sadly it seems I am not yet given one of those charming coats, but I have fond hopes that I will. I look utterly devastating in red, after all.
Written By Turo
March 16, 2018, 1:04 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
I'm supposed to write a will. Fine, here it is:
If I am dead, everything I have goes to Arcelia and she can decide what to do with it. I love her more than I love life itself; she has had all of me in life, so there's no reason why anything should be kept from her in death.
There are notes in my black journals for my sisters. I'd like those read to them.
If I am dead, everything I have goes to Arcelia and she can decide what to do with it. I love her more than I love life itself; she has had all of me in life, so there's no reason why anything should be kept from her in death.
There are notes in my black journals for my sisters. I'd like those read to them.
Written By Estaban
March 16, 2018, 1 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
The Last will of Estaban Saik, Baron of Saikland Greens, Admiral of Southport and Iron Guardsman
With my death, all my things are left to Lucita, my wife lest she precede me in death, or to the head of House Saik, including my clothing, rings, artwork, books etc, with the exceptions:
To Prince Aiden Grayson, I leave Lion's Reach in hopes that the memory inspires him to remember the strength that he holds inside.
To Princess Caelis Valadrin I leave my battle standard from the Grey River battle and the cobalt bow to be returned to her.
To the Iron Guard my Iron Guard Leather and steel armor and igsinia should be returned to the Lord Commander so that it may serve the next Iron Guardsman.
To Duke Inigo Fidante my child hood friend his sword Nightmare's End is to be returned to him he allowed me to use it during the Seige of Arx and after.
To Lord General Marcos Saik, my dear cousin who has stepped up in so many ways. I leave him Lions Roar the twin bow to my sister Arcelia's.
The sword known as Riptide is to be returned to Dutchess General Calypso Malvici as it belongs to the next Admiral.
The Bow known as Wither shall go to my son or daughter when they are of the right age, if I have twins then the bow will go to whom is born first.
I ask that my son (adopted) Lord Vamos continue with his training and learning, that Artex be given to him.
I ask that Legate Orazio look after all of my children in their teachings of the faith.
I ask that two letters I leave behind one to Baroness Lucita Saik and one to Prince Aiden Grayson be given to them.
To the rest of my friends and loved ones I leave you these words: Remember those who have sailed out by sea and Marched out by land, rememeber to tell the story of the heros who answered the call to king and banner. Remember the choices made today with ripple down and have affects tommorow.
With my death, all my things are left to Lucita, my wife lest she precede me in death, or to the head of House Saik, including my clothing, rings, artwork, books etc, with the exceptions:
To Prince Aiden Grayson, I leave Lion's Reach in hopes that the memory inspires him to remember the strength that he holds inside.
To Princess Caelis Valadrin I leave my battle standard from the Grey River battle and the cobalt bow to be returned to her.
To the Iron Guard my Iron Guard Leather and steel armor and igsinia should be returned to the Lord Commander so that it may serve the next Iron Guardsman.
To Duke Inigo Fidante my child hood friend his sword Nightmare's End is to be returned to him he allowed me to use it during the Seige of Arx and after.
To Lord General Marcos Saik, my dear cousin who has stepped up in so many ways. I leave him Lions Roar the twin bow to my sister Arcelia's.
The sword known as Riptide is to be returned to Dutchess General Calypso Malvici as it belongs to the next Admiral.
The Bow known as Wither shall go to my son or daughter when they are of the right age, if I have twins then the bow will go to whom is born first.
I ask that my son (adopted) Lord Vamos continue with his training and learning, that Artex be given to him.
I ask that Legate Orazio look after all of my children in their teachings of the faith.
I ask that two letters I leave behind one to Baroness Lucita Saik and one to Prince Aiden Grayson be given to them.
To the rest of my friends and loved ones I leave you these words: Remember those who have sailed out by sea and Marched out by land, rememeber to tell the story of the heros who answered the call to king and banner. Remember the choices made today with ripple down and have affects tommorow.
Written By Derovai
March 16, 2018, 12:06 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
More and more militaries have left Arx, moving in different directions to various fronts, and the battles will soon be underway. As noted below my own entry, there's a weird silence in the city, a place that usually crackles with life. It's become a city of ghosts, a city where few capable fighters remain should the battle turn this way, a city where you keep heading into places expecting to see people you know, and they are not present.
My place is not in the field, but I hope I have done what I could, where I could. I hope my thoughts have been listened to where appropriate, and acted on where appropriate. I hope I've done enough where I can. I'm no tactician, but a surprising number of people have asked for my thoughts on military things in the past few weeks, some whom I know well, and some whom I met only when they came to me seeking ideas. Regardless, I've provided what I honestly could, and I hope it was listened to. However, it feels like multiple fronts are rushing headlong into battle without considering exactly /how/ the battle should go, and I hope that will not cost us dearly.
As an aside, I have no real reason to leave a will. I own nothing of importance, really, except what I know, and that will die with me, save what's contained in my Blacks. I've already left notice in them for what to be done with them, and see no reason to share it here. Nothing contained in them is dangerous, perhaps much to your surprise, kind reader. Still, if anyone wants a set of fine silk gloves, more sweets than I can eat in two weeks, or a pair of hideous stuffed-animal porcupines, please send a messenger to the Murder of Crows, and I can will them to you, though I cannot promise the sweets will hold up for years on end, should I be lucky enough to live so long.
In any case, here's hoping we prevail, but I can't shake a nagging feeling that things will not go as expected. Prudence and caution must always be tempered with action and motivation -- but the opposite is true as well, and I worry it's that opposite side of the coin that is not being listened to. To the person I cautioned to consider her options, to the person I encouraged to summon up nerve where appropriate, to what confidants I have away on land or sea: take a deep breath. Think. Then do what's right. There are many roads down which a battle can go, but only one road down which a person should walk.
My place is not in the field, but I hope I have done what I could, where I could. I hope my thoughts have been listened to where appropriate, and acted on where appropriate. I hope I've done enough where I can. I'm no tactician, but a surprising number of people have asked for my thoughts on military things in the past few weeks, some whom I know well, and some whom I met only when they came to me seeking ideas. Regardless, I've provided what I honestly could, and I hope it was listened to. However, it feels like multiple fronts are rushing headlong into battle without considering exactly /how/ the battle should go, and I hope that will not cost us dearly.
As an aside, I have no real reason to leave a will. I own nothing of importance, really, except what I know, and that will die with me, save what's contained in my Blacks. I've already left notice in them for what to be done with them, and see no reason to share it here. Nothing contained in them is dangerous, perhaps much to your surprise, kind reader. Still, if anyone wants a set of fine silk gloves, more sweets than I can eat in two weeks, or a pair of hideous stuffed-animal porcupines, please send a messenger to the Murder of Crows, and I can will them to you, though I cannot promise the sweets will hold up for years on end, should I be lucky enough to live so long.
In any case, here's hoping we prevail, but I can't shake a nagging feeling that things will not go as expected. Prudence and caution must always be tempered with action and motivation -- but the opposite is true as well, and I worry it's that opposite side of the coin that is not being listened to. To the person I cautioned to consider her options, to the person I encouraged to summon up nerve where appropriate, to what confidants I have away on land or sea: take a deep breath. Think. Then do what's right. There are many roads down which a battle can go, but only one road down which a person should walk.
Written By Romulius
March 16, 2018, 10:45 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Skye
I understand.
I understand why you did not wish me to go to Setarco.
I understand and I hate to say that you are right, I would lose myself in battle again... and that's the last thing people need to see and think of when the name Blackshore comes up.
Damn this is hard...
I understand why you did not wish me to go to Setarco.
I understand and I hate to say that you are right, I would lose myself in battle again... and that's the last thing people need to see and think of when the name Blackshore comes up.
Damn this is hard...
Written By Lucita
March 16, 2018, 10:39 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
The services within the Setarco Star were moving, both uplifting, comforting and sad all at the same time. The disciples there sang 'Prayers before Battle' and to hear it used, to know it seemed to matter to others brought tears to my eyes.
Written By Theron
March 16, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
I'm not calling you a crusader, but I am definitely calling you a soldier. And since we're about to serve together, I just want to say I look forward to seeing what you do.
Written By Theron
March 16, 2018, 9:07 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Terese
I do hope the blade serves you well, Your Highness.
And now: to Setarco, where I eagerly await for my chance to fight.
And now: to Setarco, where I eagerly await for my chance to fight.
Written By Aiden
March 16, 2018, 9:06 a.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
There are some changes I can't live with. And there are some people I can't live without...
I must accept this ever changing world or return to a life that will now never satisfy, after learning so much.
I love you Silas. That will never change.
Until we meet again, in this life or the next...
I must accept this ever changing world or return to a life that will now never satisfy, after learning so much.
I love you Silas. That will never change.
Until we meet again, in this life or the next...
Written By Ann
March 16, 2018, 5:57 a.m.(5/14/1008 AR)
My lucky number is 42. Hmm. Anyone holding a lottery anytime soon?
Written By Driskell
March 16, 2018, 4:51 a.m.(5/14/1008 AR)
This is the latest will of Driskell Stillwater which supersedes all others before it. My personal effects are noted in my black journal. My black journals should not be released except by direction and approval of the scholars. Vellichor demands our knowledge to be recorded and saved, but tells us to temper knowledge with the wisdom of when to share it and the responsibility for it being released.
Death is light as a feather, but responsibility weighs heavy on the hearts of those who accept it.
Death is light as a feather, but responsibility weighs heavy on the hearts of those who accept it.
Written By Reese
March 16, 2018, 3:59 a.m.(5/14/1008 AR)
i would like my black journals to be kept private. I would prefer the voices of my family don't even read them.
My most recent black journal includes my will and I would like my family to read the will, but keep the others private.
I pleased to able to say that as I go into battle, I am on better terms with my family than I have been. We haven't always got along, but I do love them and they where here for me as I prepared for this battle. My thoughts and prayer are with my family and with my friends and with compact.
Prince Luca joins the fleets battle at my side and so does my sister Lou. Lou learned to sail so that she could go with me and so that Grayson would have a second in command on our fleets. I was moved by her doing such. As we get ready to fight, Luca and me are closer than ever and I love him very much.
While most of my will is dark, I will say openly, I want my alatricite blade to go my sister Lou and to be pased to her daughter in time.
I do plan to come back from this battle alive, but if I do, I do want to tell Margot that I love her very much. I love her too Mae, even though she drives me nuts half the the time, no 90% of the time.
My most recent black journal includes my will and I would like my family to read the will, but keep the others private.
I pleased to able to say that as I go into battle, I am on better terms with my family than I have been. We haven't always got along, but I do love them and they where here for me as I prepared for this battle. My thoughts and prayer are with my family and with my friends and with compact.
Prince Luca joins the fleets battle at my side and so does my sister Lou. Lou learned to sail so that she could go with me and so that Grayson would have a second in command on our fleets. I was moved by her doing such. As we get ready to fight, Luca and me are closer than ever and I love him very much.
While most of my will is dark, I will say openly, I want my alatricite blade to go my sister Lou and to be pased to her daughter in time.
I do plan to come back from this battle alive, but if I do, I do want to tell Margot that I love her very much. I love her too Mae, even though she drives me nuts half the the time, no 90% of the time.
Written By Shard
March 16, 2018, 2:31 a.m.(5/14/1008 AR)
I'm not here for your crusade. I recognize most people are, and all the best to them, but that's not me. I'm not your crusader. Stop calling me that. Stop assuming that's what I am. If I die in this damn fight, I don't want that being said over my corpse. I don't want posthumous prayers or medals. I'm fighting on the side of the gods, and I'm definitely fighting at your side, but I didn't come to fight a holy war and wave the Faith's banner. I'm a damned prodigal from the far north. I'm a sellsword. I collect pay for this (and you better believe I mean to if I make it out, even if that's not the reason why I'm here). Take me as I come, it won't change how hard I'll fight.
But if it has to be said, if I have to put it on record just to be sure, then fine: I'm here to kill a bunch of monsters and cultists because it's the right thing to do, because a lot of people are going to die but a lot more will die otherwise, because fuck this ancient watery asshole in his every slimy orifice, and because he's in my fucking way.
But if it has to be said, if I have to put it on record just to be sure, then fine: I'm here to kill a bunch of monsters and cultists because it's the right thing to do, because a lot of people are going to die but a lot more will die otherwise, because fuck this ancient watery asshole in his every slimy orifice, and because he's in my fucking way.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.