Written By Talen
Feb. 3, 2018, 11:11 p.m.(2/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Written By Talen
Feb. 3, 2018, 10:11 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
I don't know where they got these slanderous ideas from, honestly. HONESTLY.
Written By Ignacio
Feb. 3, 2018, 10:03 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Oriana
Written By Percephon
Feb. 3, 2018, 10 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thesarin
Written By Ignacio
Feb. 3, 2018, 9:52 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Oriana
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 3, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 3, 2018, 9:33 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
All she gave me what a night that I can't remember.
Written By Norwood
Feb. 3, 2018, 9:18 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Written By Darren
Feb. 3, 2018, 8:04 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Written By Talen
Feb. 3, 2018, 8:01 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Also, I'm sure he's incredibly busy.
Unlike you other High Lords.
Written By Silas
Feb. 3, 2018, 7:50 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Written By Ida
Feb. 3, 2018, 7:48 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 3, 2018, 7:37 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
She has outdone herself.
In a box of fine wood, I was presented with a bottle the hues of a sunset. Within it, the Archduchess has crafted with her own hands a scented oil so perfect, I can barely describe it. It in the note she sent with it, she describes the use of plumeria, vanilla, and ginger.
I can't single them out, all I experience upon inhalation is an image of the Chains, my mother, a garden hidden away to the south, a cool breeze off the sands....
I've been told by others that the Archduchess hardly ever bothers to give out such things, that she uses her skills for her own personal needs. I can write but speaking on it... I lose my ability. That I am one of the favored, blessed few... I am honored, stunned, awed, and so very humbled by this gift, which I am accepting as a -birthday present- and nothing else, my dear Lady.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 3, 2018, 7:08 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Which means Aureth is -ancient-.
Written By Darrow
Feb. 3, 2018, 6:37 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
They would not be wholly wrong. We live in a world ruled by cruel fate, where death and sorrow are the inevitable rule. The only answer for the dark works of those working beyond the mirror is violence in reflection. We ward ourselves with faith and steel, and grim resolve to not be overcome, not with pleasant distractions or regrets.
The Siege of the Silence saw many die, commoners and nobles alike. Both died to either side of me, man and woman, noble and commoner. Those I commanded, and those who stood in command of me. Blood doesn't remember its color when spilled in pools on the flagstones. Blood doesn't remember where it came from, other than the split veins from whence it drained.
You would be wrong in thinking that my disdain for death shows I care little for the common born. No. I judge the peers who hide behind the shields of their men, who stray from their duties as harshly as I do the commoner who would shirk theirs. Worse, even, for there is nothing more despicable than the dereliction of duty gone allowed by birth, privilege or coin.
Do you think me happy to be a peer? To be a target from youth, with my brothers and sisters drowned next to me for revenge. To be held a ward to ensure the compliance of my family. To be handed the helm of a ship, the lives of men, and the duty to stand against the Deeps. To look at my county, and those who have found happiness, and tell them every hope they may have might soon be washed away. To be responsible for the defense of the Darkwater Redoubt against the Marin, and in it the lives of those who offer themselves to fight the dark.
No, I am not happy. But I am proud, honored to have a place in the fight. I feel a keen pressure and duty to every one of my marines, sailors, and subjects. And I have sacrificed everything I have, and everything I am, to that duty.
That is why words and accusatory fingers pointed, by those who have sacrificed /nothing/, rankle like venom. They are the words of vipers, poisoning the resolve to shoulder the duty we have to those we have lost, and the resolve for those left to stand together, in the moment of trial. That is the true tragedy.
Those who died to face the dark deserve honor, no matter their background. We do that by bearing the torment of remembrance, of sorrow and despair in our hearts. We honor them by overcoming that, and facing forward into the tumult to come.
If you think that a cruel and harsh burden...
You'd be right.
Written By Esoka
Feb. 3, 2018, 6:36 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
It is well to clash with so many fine warriors and friends and allies, with true war on the horizon. I look forward to meeting the many fine blades of this city again in the upcoming Tournament of Gloria. May all our blades be guided in honor and good sportsmanship.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 3, 2018, 6:24 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
(I write in jest, of course).
The days may be dark, but one when is surrounded by family, even the most daunting of tasks no longer seem impossible.
Written By Mattheu
Feb. 3, 2018, 6:19 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eshra
Written By Mattheu
Feb. 3, 2018, 6:18 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
Written By Thesarin
Feb. 3, 2018, 4:39 p.m.(2/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
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