Written By Thesarin
Dec. 21, 2017, 7:28 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
When I asked him how that worked, he laughed and asked me to share the trick if I worked it out.
Some twenty winters since, I'd ask the same of you.
Written By Sophie
Dec. 21, 2017, 5:54 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
In truth, though, she is stubborn enough to attempt doing it herself, and I suspect she'd be a fair hand at it, too.
Unless she were unconscious. Even then, on some level, I'm sure that she'd nonetheless try.
May we never have to find out.
Written By Sorrel
Dec. 21, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
Written By Eirene
Dec. 21, 2017, 4:35 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Not that I'm bragging. Just fucking true.
Only person I want standing over me with a knife if I'm wounded and infected is Sophie, for the record.
Now don't die, you bitch. I'll look like an asshole if you die.
Aksel - well. I couldn't do much for him at the moment. Maybe we'll see how he progresses under observation. If he stabilizes more I might be able to help.
Written By Costas
Dec. 21, 2017, 4:28 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
Hold firm your grip to those beloved around you. Make forgiveness, compromise, and love your sacraments. End quarrels quickly, or risk bitter last words forever casting shadows over the greatest of your memories.
Written By Shard
Dec. 21, 2017, 3:57 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
We always associated them with death and ancestor spirits, so it was disappointing to learn Death is a goddess and she actually likes spiders and bats (and terrible, terrible puns) instead. Still, since when does truth really hurt good stories?
Written By Mae
Dec. 21, 2017, 1:50 p.m.(10/24/1007 AR)
I had to leave those two behind, in their despair, to go deliver a child into this world.
That baby sure could cry. Funny how crying works like that.
We are all spun from Death's own self and put into this world. We all return to her when we leave it. And whether your soul is spun again and sent back for another turn, or whether it moves on to Elysia, we all can be confident that we will continue on. In this world, or in paradise.
Non Omnis Moriar.
Written By Isidora
Dec. 21, 2017, 12:53 p.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Written By Carita
Dec. 21, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Strange, that I am thinking about it...
Written By Aureth
Dec. 21, 2017, 12:35 p.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thesarin
Written By Thesarin
Dec. 21, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Halsim
Take the other hand, pull down your trousers, cup it beneath your arse, and start filling that one as well.
Tell me which one has something to show for it when you're finished.
Written By Samantha
Dec. 21, 2017, 10:20 a.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
After being accepted into my service, Zhayla was overwhelmed by the idea of having a bedroom of her very own, and the means to furnish it. She'd never had so much before to call her own. She kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to give it to her.
Day after day, I would read journals of some of Arx's greatest warriors, speaking praise for Zhayla's prowess, and my heart would swell with pride. Often she would journal of how proud she was to serve Deepwood, and my heart would swell...but with gratefulness, that she chose us. That she chose me.
I look at Nara, and realize now that neither she, nor any of the children I may yet have, will truly know Zhayla. They will never learn to wield a sword under her tutelage, or take rides on Dumpling with the reigns in her hand. They will only know her as a great hero of the March, and their mother's friend and Sword of the House.
I know there are some who think that I should have ordered her away. Deep into the heart of the March, away from the edges of the water, and put her under lock and key to keep her safe. To these people, I say this: you did not know Zhayla as you think you do, if this is what you think she would accept. You see, I was prepared to do this very thing. I even wanted to. But I gave Zhayla a choice, because for too long Zhayla didn't have any. We are both disciples of Skald, and not only is that choice paramount, but the reason Zhayla chose to remain rather than hide was because she knew that evil could not be allowed to perpetuate. Had I taken that choice from her, I do not know that I would be truly be the liege she swore herself to. And I would have no right to call myself a Disciple of Skald.
It pleases me to know she touched so many lives. I have received many messages of condolence and read many expressions of sadness at her death and celebration of her life. There are many who regard her as family, and it gladdens my heart to know that she was cared for so deeply. At her burial, I do intend to mourn her death, but I also plan to celebrate her life, because there's no reason why one cannot do both. To be told you should not mourn is to deny what is natural, and to celebrate is to remember in the best of ways.
It is a custom in some parts of the March to plant a tree in honor of the dead. I intend to do so for Dame Zhayla of Old Oak.
Written By Shard
Dec. 21, 2017, 5:04 a.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
But if the short answer would do, you wouldn't still be asking the question. So a slightly longer, colder answer: even if it wasn't, even if they were real, which they weren't, but let's pretend, for a minute, let's believe the lie for just a minute, and say there were really children through that door. Laughing, happy, living children inside an old mound in the middle of the forest, on the other side of a door that opened on its own, with a voice that tempted and taunted and then tried to force us through. There was no bringing those children out without going inside, and there was no getting out once we stepped in ourselves. There was no saving them. They were dead already even if they were real.
Which they weren't. Because it was still a fucking lie. You did right.
Written By Reese
Dec. 21, 2017, 3:46 a.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
She came with me on many battles, always fighting with great skill, great focus, a sense of purpose and without a need for personal glory. She was the kind of woman you want by your side in a battle. She fought beside me against the giant we fought outside Compact during the siege and she fought besides during the siege. She killed many bringers and helped to defend Compact.
My words are falling short. They don't quite capture.
Her death will be avenged.
Reese
Written By Audric
Dec. 21, 2017, 2:48 a.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
When I die messily, eventually, if any of you fuckers are all sappy, I will come back and haunt you. Throw a fucking party and champion their causes, instead of mourning.
Written By Audric
Dec. 21, 2017, 2:44 a.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
Written By Daemon
Dec. 21, 2017, 1:52 a.m.(10/23/1007 AR)
Written By Sebastian
Dec. 21, 2017, 12:49 a.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 21, 2017, 12:10 a.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
Lots of folk I know, love, even, but don't know well enough. Distant sort of fellow, me, knew Zhayla as a wild, brave heart who burned with love and ferocity, who would've given her life for a stranger or a friend, who would fly fast to the aid and hope of anyone with a little light in them.
I liked her very much, and she is gone, but not gone. The Wheel waits. But also, the story.
Tendency, once you know you're in danger, or might be in danger, to hole up, to crawl into the dark so the dark might not see you. But Zhayla didn't have the least doubt in her heart of what she wanted. Sword and hero, at once defiant and open-hearted. She made her story.
I wish it might've been longer. You always want the last battle to be--
I wish I knew how to--
Written By Rymarr
Dec. 21, 2017, midnight(10/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
I met Dame Zhayla long ago and in truth one of the first few meetings which I had with her, I was rather blunt. I offended her with a question. Ultimately she understood the reasoning behind my question and understood that while forward, it came from a place of pure intent. From there our relationship only seemed to grow because we recognized that in one another there was a similar purpose and objective. She was always so enamored with the King's Own and I could practically see the twinkle in her eyes when she'd ask me about them. She wished to know about knighthood, not just in the form of the King's Own, but in general. She wanted to understand the Pantheon and I directed her to those I felt were best equipped to help her. I could offer her nudging in the right direction as far as faith and piety went, but I knew that I was an amateur next to others.
It was that interest that truly solidified our bond. She made a promise to me that until her death, she kept. It was an easy promise for her to keep because it was a promise that she believed in and wished to see fulfilled on her own, without my involvement. In exchange I would teach her all that I could about knighthood. Hailing from the Oathlands it has always been my belief that every knight should know how to ride, even if only so that they're prepared for a good parade. This is how I discovered that Dame Zhayla was hardly a fan of horses and, after conspiring with her liege, we sought to place her with a horse. Dumpling, a beautiful golden mare, whom would become Dame Zhayla's responsibility. With a great deal of pride I can say that you could tell she was fearful of that docile, exceptionally relaxed horse but Zhayla faced that fear head-on. She did not turn from it, she did not quake in the shadow of it. She faced it and she endured it, because that's how one overcomes a fear.
I've written enough of my personal feelings in this journal. The rest will have to go to the blacks, because that's a little too much sentiment out of me for one month.
Save for one mention. House Deepwood will be putting avenging their Sword at the forefront. Whether that is directly or indirectly, we will see to it that Dame Zhayla is properly honored, by continuing or in some cases beginning the fight, in her name.
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