Written By Carita
Jan. 5, 2018, 6:07 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Thank you for pointing out the oddity within the House's motto. I am terribly tempted to invite you to consider a better one. In fact -- I do invite you to.
An open invitation to any poet, artist, or writer inclined. This could provide an interesting amusement.
An open invitation to any poet, artist, or writer inclined. This could provide an interesting amusement.
Written By Reigna
Jan. 5, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
I am available for mid-wife meetings! I have another batch of teas for you to try and Marie and I have been working out a recipe for ginger biscuits to ease that all-day belly sickness. When I was carrying Aeryn I sometimes went days without being able to keep more than porridge down. The biscuits are crisp and light, and the ginger helps immensely. I will make sure a basket is delivered soon!
(Thank you, Princess Marian for the compliments! You are a great patient.)
(Thank you, Princess Marian for the compliments! You are a great patient.)
Written By Carita
Jan. 5, 2018, 6:01 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Ideals, drive, ambition, work. It's as if I am out to prove a point. That wouldn't be right. Too bold, as the Duchess Tyde would tell me.
-- Or, simply to honor the longtime loyalty of an ally. You choose.
-- Or, simply to honor the longtime loyalty of an ally. You choose.
Written By Bastien
Jan. 5, 2018, 5:21 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Your ladder looks a bit shorter than the others, doesn't it?
Written By Fortunato
Jan. 5, 2018, 5:19 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
I know house mottos are house mottos (the Grayhope motto is not a great ice breaker), but mercy and daring are both virtues. Both of them!
Otherwise, interested to see more elevation in the Inquisition, and interested in the phrasing of Lady Carita's proclamation. If it is truly ideals that make one a peer, this continues to raise interesting questions about birth rank.
Otherwise, interested to see more elevation in the Inquisition, and interested in the phrasing of Lady Carita's proclamation. If it is truly ideals that make one a peer, this continues to raise interesting questions about birth rank.
Written By Christine
Jan. 5, 2018, 4:55 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Fake!
I haven't felt so so insulted in a long time.
I'm so angry!
I haven't felt so so insulted in a long time.
I'm so angry!
Written By Marian
Jan. 5, 2018, 4:22 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
House Thrax is lucky to have him. I hope High Lord Victus knows that or I might be tempted to pop over to the Thrax ward and try to tempt Officer Sparte Fatchforth to walk on the bear side of the tracks.
Written By Marian
Jan. 5, 2018, 4:18 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
If you're looking for labor support for when the babe is born, I would look no further than Lady Reigna Keaton. She's got knowledge in herbs and medical arts. I'm sure if you asked, she would happily offer her help.
Written By Brianna
Jan. 5, 2018, 2:18 p.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
So I met Leona’s older brother….she had an older brother and didn’t tell me? Or maybe I didn’t ask if she had other family, I can’t remember. Badass carries a huge axe over a shoulder and seems to talk the talk that he likes battles. Axes, likes to fight, where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, me.
Looking forward to the upcoming battles to see how this prince can dance and if he can keep up.
Looking forward to the upcoming battles to see how this prince can dance and if he can keep up.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 5, 2018, 12:58 p.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
Aislin...there's a reason that Ashfords don't go on boats when we can avoid it.
I refuse to believe that you were simply washed overboard. You vanished, and I'm certain you were taken. We will find you, and we will have justice and vengeance upon whoever has done this. If you are gone........I cannot think of that now. I will not.
We will find you.
I refuse to believe that you were simply washed overboard. You vanished, and I'm certain you were taken. We will find you, and we will have justice and vengeance upon whoever has done this. If you are gone........I cannot think of that now. I will not.
We will find you.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 5, 2018, 12:56 p.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
Cousin, you will be missed. Not just by me, but by Ashford as a whole. You were my cousin, you were my General, and I believe you were my friend. Your fight is over now.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 5, 2018, 12:49 p.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Echo
Part of my family by law. We have only spoken briefly to each other.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 5, 2018, 12:32 p.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Dark times surround Ashford again.
Years ago, it was my father's illness and death that led me on the path of becoming Duke of Ashford myself -- no matter how I might prefer to spend hours hunting in the forest. Duty calls, after all. It's necessary, and has its own rewards.
Now, it is family that once again calls me back from Ashford Keep to Arx. First, my cousin Killian. Once lost, then found...now irrevocably lost again. I should have returned then to handle matters, not leaving Olivia and Aislin to handle this task.
Now, though.....now, it is Aislin who is lost. I cannot leave Olivia to shoulder this burden. I must return. My duty is now in the city. We will find you, sister, and if you're gone, we shall exact justice in your name.
Years ago, it was my father's illness and death that led me on the path of becoming Duke of Ashford myself -- no matter how I might prefer to spend hours hunting in the forest. Duty calls, after all. It's necessary, and has its own rewards.
Now, it is family that once again calls me back from Ashford Keep to Arx. First, my cousin Killian. Once lost, then found...now irrevocably lost again. I should have returned then to handle matters, not leaving Olivia and Aislin to handle this task.
Now, though.....now, it is Aislin who is lost. I cannot leave Olivia to shoulder this burden. I must return. My duty is now in the city. We will find you, sister, and if you're gone, we shall exact justice in your name.
Written By Skye
Jan. 5, 2018, 11:45 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Prayer to Mangata
Help me to journey
Beyond the familiar
And into the unknown.
Give me the Faith
To shed my family's reputation
And navigate new waters
Under your watchful gaze.
Mangata, goddess of the air and sea
I trust your wisdom
Your strength to guide me
From my own storms within.
I will trust you
Even when the wind vacates
The waves fall silent
My ship runs aground.
Because I am in your hands.
Let me turn my spirit
To the music of the sea
So I may hear your voice
Find your will in all things.
Live as a Lady of Salt.
~SB
Help me to journey
Beyond the familiar
And into the unknown.
Give me the Faith
To shed my family's reputation
And navigate new waters
Under your watchful gaze.
Mangata, goddess of the air and sea
I trust your wisdom
Your strength to guide me
From my own storms within.
I will trust you
Even when the wind vacates
The waves fall silent
My ship runs aground.
Because I am in your hands.
Let me turn my spirit
To the music of the sea
So I may hear your voice
Find your will in all things.
Live as a Lady of Salt.
~SB
Written By Wynna
Jan. 5, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
So many letters, so little time. Complaints about miserable food and conditions, of lords driving the common folk to their wits' ends. Some of pride in their higher-ups and the nobility of their conflict, from the highest lord to the lowest of levy soldier. These I squint at for the nuanced details, of names and places and events.
The only real details I've gleaned so far is that while politics will always be changing, the temperament of soldiers won't. Some will grouse, some will walk with pride, all walk to an uncertain fate on the whims of others. If history is kind, they will be remembered as dying for a glorious cause. If it isn't, they died for a tyrant.
But all stand equal before the Queen.
'Tis good to keep things in perspective, I feel.
The only real details I've gleaned so far is that while politics will always be changing, the temperament of soldiers won't. Some will grouse, some will walk with pride, all walk to an uncertain fate on the whims of others. If history is kind, they will be remembered as dying for a glorious cause. If it isn't, they died for a tyrant.
But all stand equal before the Queen.
'Tis good to keep things in perspective, I feel.
Written By Sameera
Jan. 5, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
You are a strange man. I suppose that is not terrible.
Written By Aerandir
Jan. 5, 2018, 6:13 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
I still linger beneath the receding canopy of trees that marks the split of the Grey River. But it is more than the sun can bear. It relents, finally, and leaves me here. The silence and solitude of night has become a more familiar friend to me than the face of man, yet here where the starry shade is eclipsed; peeking between the trees, I find myself more restless than the rivers during snowmelt of distant lands; lands that I have not seen, and perhaps I never will. The ancient woodlands that rise like a wall to discourage foolish entry into this place speak not to the simple man that I am. I stand before their hollow watch, but they take little heed of me. My shrinking spirit is of no significance to this time-stilled place.
The great powers of time and circumstance do not seem to take their toll upon the trees. Yet mere days; mere hours; no, the briefest of moments have made in me a change that I feel every day in my heart. With the downward thrust of my blade I cast all my happier emotions into the earth. And although the world is wide, it would be so easy for my feet to spur me back to that place as if I could call it a home. It is not a home, and any home I might have once called my own seems only a distant memory to me now.
The moonlight pours down through the smattering of canopy brushes above me, and stretches like fingertips through the foliage to something beyond. Me? Or something even further away than that? Guided away from the eternal unknowns of the woods, I follow the gaze of the moon and pray that to whatever place it might lead me, it will be a place that brings less restlessness than this one.
The great powers of time and circumstance do not seem to take their toll upon the trees. Yet mere days; mere hours; no, the briefest of moments have made in me a change that I feel every day in my heart. With the downward thrust of my blade I cast all my happier emotions into the earth. And although the world is wide, it would be so easy for my feet to spur me back to that place as if I could call it a home. It is not a home, and any home I might have once called my own seems only a distant memory to me now.
The moonlight pours down through the smattering of canopy brushes above me, and stretches like fingertips through the foliage to something beyond. Me? Or something even further away than that? Guided away from the eternal unknowns of the woods, I follow the gaze of the moon and pray that to whatever place it might lead me, it will be a place that brings less restlessness than this one.
Written By Sameera
Jan. 5, 2018, 5:52 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I am now, officially, waiting to see your wave riding cavalry.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 5, 2018, 4:07 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
I was introduced to another part of the city that I either have never visited or I do not recall visiting. I do not think that I shall stay for long, not when the land is still so open and wild and untrod. Some might be trying to convince me to stay, or maybe they question my courage for the days to come. What am I in such a time? Just a man who trods.
Written By Driskell
Jan. 5, 2018, 2:24 a.m.(11/26/1007 AR)
There is a darkening storm coming, where the forces of darkness and the forces of light rise up like two tidal waves set to crash within each other. A series of decisions and choices made, some long ago yet some so recent, which have created an imbalance and a price which will be paid whichever side who fights claims a victory.
Why is there suffering?
Why is there misery?
Why don't the gods hear my prayers and give me what I ask?
I hear these questions often as a priest and more it seems today. The gods and their reflections are the epitome of either the highest values we cherish or the lowest values we despise. Pray to each of the gods, venerate them as you should and stretch yourself to those lofty aspirational dreams. But don't neglect to seek to improve and evolve by learning from the harshness of their reflections and the learning opportunities they present.
Remember dear readers, mortals defending the balance of the world is never about death, but life.
Why is there suffering?
Why is there misery?
Why don't the gods hear my prayers and give me what I ask?
I hear these questions often as a priest and more it seems today. The gods and their reflections are the epitome of either the highest values we cherish or the lowest values we despise. Pray to each of the gods, venerate them as you should and stretch yourself to those lofty aspirational dreams. But don't neglect to seek to improve and evolve by learning from the harshness of their reflections and the learning opportunities they present.
Remember dear readers, mortals defending the balance of the world is never about death, but life.
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