Written By Joscelin
March 1, 2018, 1:16 p.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Gods. That Crafters Dinner/Gala.
I...
Dammit. I'd almost forgotten it. Wench.
I...
Dammit. I'd almost forgotten it. Wench.
Written By Preston
March 1, 2018, 12:47 p.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
It has been said that we face an implacable foe, it has been said that defeat now means defeat of our people perhaps in its totality, that we stand now for defense of our Faith and way of life. All this is true. It is the most vital of times for us to fight. But we must not just show our might with our force of arms, but also our righteousness. We must fight with honour, we must protect the innocent, we must behave as Gloria would want - because if we lose the Gods, if we lose ourselves. If we lose our tradition, we have fought for nothing.
I know in recent times there have been some who say they understand the actions of Abbas, that in the totality of war any action is justified. I can understand this viewpoint. I can perhaps sympathise - though I have never had anything, I do understand loss and grief. But, and I say this with love for all in my heart, we will stand on no field that would bring shame to Gloria. We will not win if winning means losing ourselves. And our hearts will shatter for that.
So stand tall, Compact. Our greatness is yet ahead of us, our understanding of the Gods grows and through it we are lifted, and do not in this darkest moment - no matter the temptation - fall to simple and easy solutions that tug at your soul. For that is the true evil of our enemy, that is why he presses us so with these threats. To draw us to those choices. Yet if you hold with the Faith, in their values even if not in worship, then the Faith will always hold with you.
I know in recent times there have been some who say they understand the actions of Abbas, that in the totality of war any action is justified. I can understand this viewpoint. I can perhaps sympathise - though I have never had anything, I do understand loss and grief. But, and I say this with love for all in my heart, we will stand on no field that would bring shame to Gloria. We will not win if winning means losing ourselves. And our hearts will shatter for that.
So stand tall, Compact. Our greatness is yet ahead of us, our understanding of the Gods grows and through it we are lifted, and do not in this darkest moment - no matter the temptation - fall to simple and easy solutions that tug at your soul. For that is the true evil of our enemy, that is why he presses us so with these threats. To draw us to those choices. Yet if you hold with the Faith, in their values even if not in worship, then the Faith will always hold with you.
Written By Preston
March 1, 2018, 12:35 p.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
With Archlector Cassandra busy dealing with the logistical problems so many levies creates, I have been busy myself. As we prepare for war, so finally we have commissioned a permanent trebuchet -one we shall take with us on campaign to the north and which will return, Gods willing, with us to the Crownlands after the campaign. We take lumber and engineers north to also construct other, more temporary machines to assist the Faithful. We have entrusted Sir Rand with the artillery wagons, and I have no doubts as to his abilities. The Templars must thank Brother Driskell and Dame Thena for their support in this.
Written By Aiden
March 1, 2018, 11:12 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Charlaine
Congratulations on the birth of your daughter, Caprice Moore. May she bring many many years of joy to you and your household. I cannot wait to meet her!
Written By Ida
March 1, 2018, 11:11 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Point me where you need me to go, dear friend. I need to get out more as well. I'm thinking we need a spa day, if anyone will let us throw silver at them for massages. Not literally throw, of course, as that would be both rude and likely painful. Still.
Written By Ida
March 1, 2018, 11:08 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I did not get to know her as well as I had hoped, but by oaths and steel did I ever both admire and adore her. I don't think I ever wrote of her passing.
Thinking on that, I don't often write about any one's passing as of late. Neither here nor there, I suppose.
I do not own anything of Myrinda's, if only because I never asked nor attend things that her exceptional craftsmanship might be necessary for. Still, I will never forget the crafters dinner then Lady Dawn held, where I met the famed seamstress. Again, I regret not getting to know her better. Too often I think there will be time for things later and then there isn't.
Thinking on that, I don't often write about any one's passing as of late. Neither here nor there, I suppose.
I do not own anything of Myrinda's, if only because I never asked nor attend things that her exceptional craftsmanship might be necessary for. Still, I will never forget the crafters dinner then Lady Dawn held, where I met the famed seamstress. Again, I regret not getting to know her better. Too often I think there will be time for things later and then there isn't.
Written By Joscelin
March 1, 2018, 10:43 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
Sometimes it's good to take a break from work and breathe. I've woken up one too many times this week drooling at my desk, my shoulders feel like they're corded, over-worked iron brittle and pitted beneath the skin, and my neck... Ugh.
Going to the Hart tends to be a break in that tension. It doesn't help the knots in my muscles nor alleviate my work load, but it's a bit like getting a second wind. I may need to ask a friend for help, thankfully I know a few strong blacksmiths. Ida, I'm looking at you.
I'm wondering if Whisper House might not have someone I can pay for a massage.
Going to the Hart tends to be a break in that tension. It doesn't help the knots in my muscles nor alleviate my work load, but it's a bit like getting a second wind. I may need to ask a friend for help, thankfully I know a few strong blacksmiths. Ida, I'm looking at you.
I'm wondering if Whisper House might not have someone I can pay for a massage.
Written By Serafine
March 1, 2018, 10:30 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
If they are as 'ravenous' as suggested, I suppose use less honey on the wounded?
Written By Ianna
March 1, 2018, 9 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
Given this information, what advice do you have to those of us who will be healing our soldiers?
Written By Corban
March 1, 2018, 8:31 a.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
To those deploying against the Pirate King:
My research reveals that the Pirate King's minions are "ravenous" for victory and that that they will not fight like a conventional army. We cannot rely on them to break ranks or weaken in the face of even overwhelming force and losses.
Some already know this. But it is a warning I place in the journals for all soldiers who will see combat. May the gods bless each of you.
My research reveals that the Pirate King's minions are "ravenous" for victory and that that they will not fight like a conventional army. We cannot rely on them to break ranks or weaken in the face of even overwhelming force and losses.
Some already know this. But it is a warning I place in the journals for all soldiers who will see combat. May the gods bless each of you.
Written By Costas
March 1, 2018, 4:56 a.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Choices were made. Common words, and self-evident. But important in their own right, and without regard for justifications. The first rule of life is to make choices, for without them what can a life be? To be deprived of choices is to be a slave. To abstain then from choice is to make of oneself a slave. To indolence. To fear. To the specters of the past. To choose is an act of liberty.
Yet, not all choices are equal. How might we measure this? Some choices are simple: what to eat for breakfast, what bar to drink at. Others are of much more significance. To put yourself in harm's way. To put yourself in the way of another. We know these choices, instinctually, to be of more substance. But why? In contemplation, I come closer to a belief that these choices inherit the weight of what they promise to create, and what they threaten to destroy. A choice is a fork in the road between paths. In the penultima of a moment of choice, all equivalent and existing only in the conjectural. But in the act of choosing we make one into reality. Place our mark upon the world in an action that creates something new, or destroys something that once was. Or as is so often the case, both creation and destruction in the same stroke.
Our choices are how we engage with the world outside of ourselves. What of our nature, our character that we etch into the living fabric of existence. There is something to be measured not simply in the judgment of what results from our choices, but from the impetus. From the balance of our intentions. On the one side what of ourselves lies in motivation. On the other, what of the world exterior. The community of our fellow souls. Their improvement in some manner or their protection from some threat. A wiser man might identify yet more possibilities but as a one who has lived his life by the blade's edge these are what come to mind. Though I think that the sum does not matter; as if the one side is the motivations from within, then it's alter is everything without.
Skald, Breaker of Chains, who exhorts us to make the most of the free lives that have been gifted to us. Give me the clarity to see the choices that lie before me and the boldness to act. Let me see with an honest heart what path my choices will carve. What I may create, and what I may destroy. In my reflection upon the choices I must make may I understand in whose name I act; mine, or the community for whom I share the responsibility of all souls to act in good faith. And most importantly, remind me that even though the ramifications of those choices be dire, the only way is forward through the making of yet more.
Yet, not all choices are equal. How might we measure this? Some choices are simple: what to eat for breakfast, what bar to drink at. Others are of much more significance. To put yourself in harm's way. To put yourself in the way of another. We know these choices, instinctually, to be of more substance. But why? In contemplation, I come closer to a belief that these choices inherit the weight of what they promise to create, and what they threaten to destroy. A choice is a fork in the road between paths. In the penultima of a moment of choice, all equivalent and existing only in the conjectural. But in the act of choosing we make one into reality. Place our mark upon the world in an action that creates something new, or destroys something that once was. Or as is so often the case, both creation and destruction in the same stroke.
Our choices are how we engage with the world outside of ourselves. What of our nature, our character that we etch into the living fabric of existence. There is something to be measured not simply in the judgment of what results from our choices, but from the impetus. From the balance of our intentions. On the one side what of ourselves lies in motivation. On the other, what of the world exterior. The community of our fellow souls. Their improvement in some manner or their protection from some threat. A wiser man might identify yet more possibilities but as a one who has lived his life by the blade's edge these are what come to mind. Though I think that the sum does not matter; as if the one side is the motivations from within, then it's alter is everything without.
Skald, Breaker of Chains, who exhorts us to make the most of the free lives that have been gifted to us. Give me the clarity to see the choices that lie before me and the boldness to act. Let me see with an honest heart what path my choices will carve. What I may create, and what I may destroy. In my reflection upon the choices I must make may I understand in whose name I act; mine, or the community for whom I share the responsibility of all souls to act in good faith. And most importantly, remind me that even though the ramifications of those choices be dire, the only way is forward through the making of yet more.
Written By Jacque
March 1, 2018, 1:47 a.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
I like the food at the Lyonesse Chateau. But I need to sneak some whiskey into this cabinet here.
Written By Violet
March 1, 2018, 1:38 a.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
It is hard to believe how quickly the right person can change ones mind on so many things. Or how the right person shows up just when they're needed most. And you didn't know what you wanted, or needed, till it was right there in front of you.
Written By Lucita
March 1, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Master Authur in Bracers and Bootstraps finally finished my new armor! It does not bind and pinch as much as my old armor and it is already broken in, no squeaks and squawks when I move around. It is supposed to protect better than the old set I had. I hope so!
Written By Mirari
March 1, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
You can write thousands of words that mean hundreds of things, but the most important part of any story contain just two words.
The End.
The End.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:27 p.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Some say that the closer you draw to war, or anything that promises pain and loss, you start to look around you, anywhere but straight ahead. You look at the things that make this life worth living, the things that fill you with joy, even if it's just a handful of moments. The things that you love so much you couldn't bear losing. The people you call family, not by blood, but because of the place they share in your heart. You look at them to give you strength. The strength to look straight ahead and face whatever the future decides to throw at you. The strength to take it all in and hit back harder.
But what do I know, I'm just some bard from the Lowers. You're probably just wasting time.
But what do I know, I'm just some bard from the Lowers. You're probably just wasting time.
Written By Cadenza
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:25 p.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
You ever realize some things and all you can do is laugh.
Just laugh.
Yeah not me. Because some of the stuff is just sad.
Just laugh.
Yeah not me. Because some of the stuff is just sad.
Written By Cadenza
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
That's twice....you've knocked the wind out of my sails. But dang it's so much fun every time we've sparred!
Written By Cadenza
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
Man....you hit hard. But it was a hell of a spar....I needed that. Thank you.
Written By Kenna
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
I have been meaning to drop by again - what pretty things will there be!!
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