Written By Luis
March 4, 2018, 11:08 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
To my cousins, I find myself once again humbled by your support and generosity in this time. I often do not look to my family for such things, but you have gone above and beyond and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Written By Leta
March 4, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
I don't rightly know where I'll be going. South, most likely. I expect I'll be on a boat, and then off it, and then maybe on a boat again. With any luck I won't to fight on any boats, not that I can't, but a woman likes a little space to swing her sword. But there is always thrusting.
I'll be taking care of my woman on the journey there. My folks are taking care of Meowlarice and the kittens.
I don't know what else to write. I have been trying to write some lines of verse but I'm not feeling so good with words. With any luck I'll come back alive. With a lot of luck I'll kill some unnatural things before we return.
I'll be taking care of my woman on the journey there. My folks are taking care of Meowlarice and the kittens.
I don't know what else to write. I have been trying to write some lines of verse but I'm not feeling so good with words. With any luck I'll come back alive. With a lot of luck I'll kill some unnatural things before we return.
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 11:01 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Come what may, the Redoubt will hold.
I pray to the Sentinel it be so.
I pray to the Sentinel it be so.
Written By Galen
March 4, 2018, 11:01 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
Book,
Should I not return, I think it is only fitting that I write to my wife for the world to see. She is my everything, the book of my vows is as much true now as it was when I first presented it to her.
My world, the anchor that draws back my wrath when it rises, the humor that brightens my day. One of my greatest joys is that we both know how to not take ourselves too seriously.
If I must die so be it, but my prayers are that she would live, that our child would live. I hate bad enough that she goes into battle, but it is her desire and her gift.
Let no one doubt the strength of my love for Sorrel.
Should I not return, I think it is only fitting that I write to my wife for the world to see. She is my everything, the book of my vows is as much true now as it was when I first presented it to her.
My world, the anchor that draws back my wrath when it rises, the humor that brightens my day. One of my greatest joys is that we both know how to not take ourselves too seriously.
If I must die so be it, but my prayers are that she would live, that our child would live. I hate bad enough that she goes into battle, but it is her desire and her gift.
Let no one doubt the strength of my love for Sorrel.
Written By Alarissa
March 4, 2018, 10:57 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Victus
I wrote you a letter like this the last time, freshly married and watching you set to sail from the docks and waiting till the Serpent disappeared from sight. I will do this again, only I will have Astrid with me.
Return to us. I have no doubt that should something befell you, I can hold this house together with those that you have surrounded us by. I have no doubt that we will serve these people well and they us, till she is old enough to do so herself. But I would prefer that I did not have to. Nor that she grow up without you to teach her how to walk that line between what it is to be Thrax and a part of the compact. We both know that I will teach her how to use the Grayson in her.
Return to me, even if it is with more scars. It may seem sentimental but I have gotten used to you. Put the pretender in his place, show the compact it has not misplaced it's faith in you and show them what I saw in you that year ago when you asked me to wed you.
You are fierce and strong. You have stood upon the deck of your ship and sent a Kraken screaming to the depths because it threatened your child and your line. Now it returns and it's owner bays for the blood of Maelstrom. It's threatens that which your daughter is set to inherit when the time comes and any other children we will have. It threatens her. It threatens the lives of your people, your friends, your companions. Put it into the ground Victus. Give it no inch. The Mourning Isles belong to you. The Lycene Isles belong to Velenosa. Crovane to Redrain. All of it belongs to the Compact. Not to a pretender who died a thousand years ago and turned his back on his people in cowardice.
You stand on this eve of battle, sharpening your axe and your blade. You will put your beads in your beard, throw Astrid in the air a few times before she is set to sleep. Your armor will be freshly oiled and unashamedly will take me to bed and do other things. Then come the morning, you will stand on the deck of the Serpent and sail off to defend our allies even as the wind will whip my skirts. Whatever may come, whatever unexpected help we may find or hindrance, you will persevere.
We will be waiting for you.
So return to us.
Because you still have not taught us to swim and you are not allowed to perish until you have taught us both to swim.
'Rissa
I wrote you a letter like this the last time, freshly married and watching you set to sail from the docks and waiting till the Serpent disappeared from sight. I will do this again, only I will have Astrid with me.
Return to us. I have no doubt that should something befell you, I can hold this house together with those that you have surrounded us by. I have no doubt that we will serve these people well and they us, till she is old enough to do so herself. But I would prefer that I did not have to. Nor that she grow up without you to teach her how to walk that line between what it is to be Thrax and a part of the compact. We both know that I will teach her how to use the Grayson in her.
Return to me, even if it is with more scars. It may seem sentimental but I have gotten used to you. Put the pretender in his place, show the compact it has not misplaced it's faith in you and show them what I saw in you that year ago when you asked me to wed you.
You are fierce and strong. You have stood upon the deck of your ship and sent a Kraken screaming to the depths because it threatened your child and your line. Now it returns and it's owner bays for the blood of Maelstrom. It's threatens that which your daughter is set to inherit when the time comes and any other children we will have. It threatens her. It threatens the lives of your people, your friends, your companions. Put it into the ground Victus. Give it no inch. The Mourning Isles belong to you. The Lycene Isles belong to Velenosa. Crovane to Redrain. All of it belongs to the Compact. Not to a pretender who died a thousand years ago and turned his back on his people in cowardice.
You stand on this eve of battle, sharpening your axe and your blade. You will put your beads in your beard, throw Astrid in the air a few times before she is set to sleep. Your armor will be freshly oiled and unashamedly will take me to bed and do other things. Then come the morning, you will stand on the deck of the Serpent and sail off to defend our allies even as the wind will whip my skirts. Whatever may come, whatever unexpected help we may find or hindrance, you will persevere.
We will be waiting for you.
So return to us.
Because you still have not taught us to swim and you are not allowed to perish until you have taught us both to swim.
'Rissa
Written By Galen
March 4, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Book,
We all prepare to sail out, I have made official my appointments within the military. We are as ready as we can be, our forces are vast in number. It has always been a question of either my sanity or devotion the attitude I seem to have about me when dealing with such matters, though I want to explain it...Should this be one of my last entries, I feel like people deserve to know a touch more about me.
I smile because I breathe, I laugh because I have been close to death, I love because I know how short life can be. My cheerfulness, my light heart, these in no way reduce my sincerity or devotion to any cause, they are simply who I am, what I am... Because I choose to enjoy life as long as I have it!
We all prepare to sail out, I have made official my appointments within the military. We are as ready as we can be, our forces are vast in number. It has always been a question of either my sanity or devotion the attitude I seem to have about me when dealing with such matters, though I want to explain it...Should this be one of my last entries, I feel like people deserve to know a touch more about me.
I smile because I breathe, I laugh because I have been close to death, I love because I know how short life can be. My cheerfulness, my light heart, these in no way reduce my sincerity or devotion to any cause, they are simply who I am, what I am... Because I choose to enjoy life as long as I have it!
Written By Monique
March 4, 2018, 10:45 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Seek knowledge. That's what I have begun in earnest. Or at least in earnest, legally. Gods and Spirits, the times are changing.
Written By Saedrus
March 4, 2018, 10:44 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
My warmest congratulations to Dame Esoka and Master Calaudrin on their union. Both strong, brave and golden hearted, I could not be happier for them. Lovely Esoka looked magnificent in her finery and I hope the pair find themselves still dancing by the sun tomorrow morning.
Weddings are such exceptionally uplifting events.
Weddings are such exceptionally uplifting events.
Written By Costas
March 4, 2018, 10:38 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
In my years living both outside and within the Compact, I have come round to believe that the inchoate nature of man is to be faithless. Craving the bond between souls that is forged in oaths but to mistrust that they will be repaid in balance, and keep ourselves and our confidence only for ourselves and what is personally prized.
And here, as in all such middle roads between virtue and corruption, we find the guidance of the divine urging us toward the light. Limerance calls us to not live solely as individuals but to make common cause. To wed our own fates with those around us. Though the words we speak might be different between a liege or a spouse, in both circumstances two single threads are woven together to create something much stronger. In this sanctified covenant is found the basis for all community, all civilization.
It is a threadbare soul that makes no oaths. No pledges. Holds nothing sacred but their own intentions, and holds themselves apart from the responsibility to any other. But I have met very few such folk, in truth. While we originate from faithlessness, the divine complexity of our earthly lives seems to most always place in our path something to which we are willing to submit in fidelity. One need only to look up from the fire round a group of soldiers in the late hours and see the tokens of affection held with care in their hands - letters, trinkets, locks of hair - to understand what has brought them to willing violence for the chance of a better livelihood. Have they not made oaths, silently spoken in their hearts, that carry them through the dark? I have seen such men and women fight with a fire as could not be explained save by the blessing of the gods, and so I think it the case that this impelling force to be bound in devotion is what moves, by inches at a time, our human race ever onward toward grace.
Limerance, steadfast and true. Through your guidance we are brought from the deception of solitude and into the warm light of obligation, nurturing our starved hearts. In which one may become two, and two may become something else entirely.
And here, as in all such middle roads between virtue and corruption, we find the guidance of the divine urging us toward the light. Limerance calls us to not live solely as individuals but to make common cause. To wed our own fates with those around us. Though the words we speak might be different between a liege or a spouse, in both circumstances two single threads are woven together to create something much stronger. In this sanctified covenant is found the basis for all community, all civilization.
It is a threadbare soul that makes no oaths. No pledges. Holds nothing sacred but their own intentions, and holds themselves apart from the responsibility to any other. But I have met very few such folk, in truth. While we originate from faithlessness, the divine complexity of our earthly lives seems to most always place in our path something to which we are willing to submit in fidelity. One need only to look up from the fire round a group of soldiers in the late hours and see the tokens of affection held with care in their hands - letters, trinkets, locks of hair - to understand what has brought them to willing violence for the chance of a better livelihood. Have they not made oaths, silently spoken in their hearts, that carry them through the dark? I have seen such men and women fight with a fire as could not be explained save by the blessing of the gods, and so I think it the case that this impelling force to be bound in devotion is what moves, by inches at a time, our human race ever onward toward grace.
Limerance, steadfast and true. Through your guidance we are brought from the deception of solitude and into the warm light of obligation, nurturing our starved hearts. In which one may become two, and two may become something else entirely.
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 10:31 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Abbas Thrax, now Abbas of the Isles, has fallen from grace from many.
But he has not fallen out with me.
Those who would callously turn aside a man in need show their capriciousness of face, rather than faith.
I care nothing for appearances.
But I do care for those who have risked life and limb for others, and myself.
To those there will always be a port in the storm, so long as I draw breath.
But he has not fallen out with me.
Those who would callously turn aside a man in need show their capriciousness of face, rather than faith.
I care nothing for appearances.
But I do care for those who have risked life and limb for others, and myself.
To those there will always be a port in the storm, so long as I draw breath.
Written By Elgana
March 4, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
I will never cease to be kind when I can be.
If kindness is a weakness, then I am weak.
If kindness is a weakness, then I am weak.
Written By Caith
March 4, 2018, 10:27 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Reality is so different from all those stories I read and loved growing up. I feel like such .. a foolish child.
I endeavor to be better.
I endeavor to be better.
Written By Darrow
March 4, 2018, 10:21 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
The mists surround us now, and only time will tell if our light shines through the darkness.
As for me - my heart is wrapped in it.
As for me - my heart is wrapped in it.
Written By Demura
March 4, 2018, 10:20 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
If that is the case, brother. I think you owe me some armor.
Written By Samael
March 4, 2018, 10:19 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
Congratulations on your nuptials!
Written By Samael
March 4, 2018, 10:17 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lumen
The city has become all the more bearable with your arrival.
Written By Khanne
March 4, 2018, 10:13 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Congratulations to Esoka and Calaudrin on their marriage. It is a joy to see two people together as they are, laughing, loving, enjoying the time they are given in this life. I wish nothing but the best for them in their futures and may they always be a source of smiles for one another.
Written By Rymarr
March 4, 2018, 10:02 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
I'm often of the opinion that a suit of armor works for many occasions.
Celebrating a birth? Armor.
Wedding? Armor.
Romance? Armor.
Baking? Armor.
Ice skating? No armor. Must work on that.
Meetings? Armor.
Digging a trench? Armor.
Hugging? Please no.
Sports Ball? Armor.
Hugging your loved ones? Armor
Boats? Someone from the Mourning Isles once told me that if you go overboard, you're dead anyway. So, armor.
Armor is versatile and has a place in many different settings.
It has been made clear to me this evening however that I do not possess a suit of armor for a "very casual" setting. The indecision is paralyzing. Then to top it all off once I reach that decision, I may begin doubting myself when I consider what primary means of self-defense I should pair it with.
I think I'm going to be late.
Celebrating a birth? Armor.
Wedding? Armor.
Romance? Armor.
Baking? Armor.
Ice skating? No armor. Must work on that.
Meetings? Armor.
Digging a trench? Armor.
Hugging? Please no.
Sports Ball? Armor.
Hugging your loved ones? Armor
Boats? Someone from the Mourning Isles once told me that if you go overboard, you're dead anyway. So, armor.
Armor is versatile and has a place in many different settings.
It has been made clear to me this evening however that I do not possess a suit of armor for a "very casual" setting. The indecision is paralyzing. Then to top it all off once I reach that decision, I may begin doubting myself when I consider what primary means of self-defense I should pair it with.
I think I'm going to be late.
Written By Luis
March 4, 2018, 9:42 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
It would seem that every time I record my thoughts in these journals, it is about a war that is about to happen, something that is coming. I wonder if I will have another week to write about the war that is coming, or if we shall finally set out at the appointed time.
Today I also was reminded, so straightforwardly, that often when we march to the orders of others, we can harm innocents without even realizing it. I shall endeavor to ensure that those who fall beneath our blades are indeed deserving. Not that there should be any doubt, though a sane mind is one not troubled by emotion and thoughts of vengeance.
Today I also was reminded, so straightforwardly, that often when we march to the orders of others, we can harm innocents without even realizing it. I shall endeavor to ensure that those who fall beneath our blades are indeed deserving. Not that there should be any doubt, though a sane mind is one not troubled by emotion and thoughts of vengeance.
Written By Alexis
March 4, 2018, 9:32 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
A debt was fulfilled to me this week, and I am glad of it. A lord who leaves behind his family to seek his own fortune can earn ill-founded rumours, and I will shamefully admit that I did worry. What if the payment was reneged? What if I brought the loan contract to his family and they refused me, citing that he'd left their embrace.
I'm glad that my worries were unfounded and that honour remains stronger than steel in Oathlanders - even if they leave the Oathlands behind.
I'm glad that my worries were unfounded and that honour remains stronger than steel in Oathlanders - even if they leave the Oathlands behind.
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