Written By Marian
Oct. 8, 2017, 9:13 a.m.(5/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
She fought well, and defeated a friend that I thought had no equal at the duel. It is rare I sing praise for others but for the Rite of Gloria that she performed, I do sing for her.
Written By Edward
Oct. 8, 2017, 8:18 a.m.(5/12/1007 AR)
The last time the sky turned black and the sun was blotted out before it was due to set and bring us a natural night, the Darkwater Watch, was attacked. So what is this a cover for this time, I wonder?
Written By Silas
Oct. 8, 2017, 4:01 a.m.(5/11/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eshken
The steward of House Whitehawk is a man of great intelligence and dry wit. I do, however, think he needs to be let out of the manor every once in awhile. I wonder when's the last time he's hung out with friends at a tavern...?
Written By Aislin
Oct. 8, 2017, 2:43 a.m.(5/11/1007 AR)
I find my thoughts turning to darker paths today. Perhaps it's the dreary sky. Or perhaps it's the disappearance of one of my friends not long ago.
Deva has been a friend for a long time -- she was there for me in the wake of Dawn's disappearance, the wake of my father's death, and in the wake of Niamh's passing. Many of my most troubled moments -- the ones where I needed to talk through my thoughts -- were ones where she and I sat down with a drink and just... talked it out.
I don't believe she went against her will. I choose to believe she's gone off to try to make a difference in this fight personally -- and I worry, gods know, but I don't think she was taken. So I have to trust her judgment.
But I will miss her fiercely, wherever she's gone.
Deva has been a friend for a long time -- she was there for me in the wake of Dawn's disappearance, the wake of my father's death, and in the wake of Niamh's passing. Many of my most troubled moments -- the ones where I needed to talk through my thoughts -- were ones where she and I sat down with a drink and just... talked it out.
I don't believe she went against her will. I choose to believe she's gone off to try to make a difference in this fight personally -- and I worry, gods know, but I don't think she was taken. So I have to trust her judgment.
But I will miss her fiercely, wherever she's gone.
Written By Ailith
Oct. 7, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(5/11/1007 AR)
Dreary days as these can lend shape to thoughts long weighed on our minds. Each activity may seem more lethargic, hopeless, or even meaningless to darken a path once lit by passions and faith. Times as these, solutions may appear farther out of reach that the goal is without end.
As my ink stains this entry, I watch the clouds hang heavy outside my windows and the day snuffed awhile to night. A chill overtakes me; my peace of mind growing sullen. It is then my eyes drift away, focus brought to the books before me and the chapel outside my door. Warmth restores as I recall the light is but a turn around the bend. Comfort awaits those who seek help and guidance through the kindness of those close by.
Should this day cause you to be weary and you do not wish to be alone -- the Faith, especially the Mercies, wait patiently with a light to brighten your mind, heart, and day. We will listen and be there.
As my ink stains this entry, I watch the clouds hang heavy outside my windows and the day snuffed awhile to night. A chill overtakes me; my peace of mind growing sullen. It is then my eyes drift away, focus brought to the books before me and the chapel outside my door. Warmth restores as I recall the light is but a turn around the bend. Comfort awaits those who seek help and guidance through the kindness of those close by.
Should this day cause you to be weary and you do not wish to be alone -- the Faith, especially the Mercies, wait patiently with a light to brighten your mind, heart, and day. We will listen and be there.
Written By Cambria
Oct. 7, 2017, 8:04 p.m.(5/11/1007 AR)
Also, because it needs must be said...
Leave it to men from the Mourning Isles and of the Lyceum to utterly debase an Oathlander's well-meaning invention to promote morality.
Leave it to men from the Mourning Isles and of the Lyceum to utterly debase an Oathlander's well-meaning invention to promote morality.
Written By Cristoph
Oct. 7, 2017, 8:03 p.m.(5/11/1007 AR)
I can't get this feeling of inertia out of my head, like my feet are stuck in quicksand and I'm sinking despite the best of my efforts.
Written By Fortunato
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
What a light you are. Wait, am I saying that right?
Written By Cambria
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:55 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
The diva to which I am married is not exaggerating. I did indeed take from him his crown and sash. I will not return them until the absurdly large goblet is out of the bed. However, to say that he or anyone else has been forgotten is a preposterous declaration that I must dispute.
I never forget.
Though I am still feeling heavy of heart, for reasons I can only guess at (perhaps because I have slept so poorly?), I have returned to the Archives in order to force myself to pen the entry of which I previously meant to write. I hosted a little gathering earlier in the week. So many people attended, I was positively thrilled. His Majesty, King Alaric was in attendance, as was the Shield of the Faith and her Highness Princess Valencia Velenosa - someone who brings light and laughter to any party, to be sure. There were many others as well, too many to name, though as always I must make a special mention of the Lords Ian and Wash Kennex.
You both know what it is you have done.
Lady Lucita was also gracious enough to perform music for me, and many people enjoyed her Jayus-blessed talents. Count and Countess Keaton also gifted my husband a glorious hound, and I feel as though I must reassure them that, no, the Blazing Stalker will not perish under Hadrian's care, even if neither of them can be bothered to get up in the morning unless a plate of food is quite literally set before them.
I never forget.
Though I am still feeling heavy of heart, for reasons I can only guess at (perhaps because I have slept so poorly?), I have returned to the Archives in order to force myself to pen the entry of which I previously meant to write. I hosted a little gathering earlier in the week. So many people attended, I was positively thrilled. His Majesty, King Alaric was in attendance, as was the Shield of the Faith and her Highness Princess Valencia Velenosa - someone who brings light and laughter to any party, to be sure. There were many others as well, too many to name, though as always I must make a special mention of the Lords Ian and Wash Kennex.
You both know what it is you have done.
Lady Lucita was also gracious enough to perform music for me, and many people enjoyed her Jayus-blessed talents. Count and Countess Keaton also gifted my husband a glorious hound, and I feel as though I must reassure them that, no, the Blazing Stalker will not perish under Hadrian's care, even if neither of them can be bothered to get up in the morning unless a plate of food is quite literally set before them.
Written By Hadrian
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:33 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
My gaoler, or alleged wife, has confiscated my crown and sash until I stop sleeping with the absurdly large goblet in bed next to me.
All is lost.
We have been forgotten.
All is lost.
We have been forgotten.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:32 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Confronted with ghosts of the past... not the ghosts of beings who have returned their souls to the wheel, but ghosts of emotion, of memory... of things that might have been... should have been... will likely never be.
I feel... heavy... like I am drowning in the black ichor that once filled my mouth, my lungs. I have not felt like this in so very long. It is not an emotion I enjoy, this utter despair that washes over me. It is, however, one I know I will get through. I may always have this bit of darkness to deal with in my heart... but it is a scar I have given myself. A scar I deserve to carry.
I feel... heavy... like I am drowning in the black ichor that once filled my mouth, my lungs. I have not felt like this in so very long. It is not an emotion I enjoy, this utter despair that washes over me. It is, however, one I know I will get through. I may always have this bit of darkness to deal with in my heart... but it is a scar I have given myself. A scar I deserve to carry.
Written By Audric
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:27 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
It's incredibly easy! I simply look at anything, think 'will this be fun, make me money, or be useful enough to be worth the effort', and then I do the thing if the answer's yes. People make things too complicated.
Written By Hadrian
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Had a party recently that saw many wonderful people present. The gifts were intended to be gags, jokes, or just all around fun. So many of them were! Except I received an abnormally large goblet from Ian. Without exaggeration, it takes up a third of my desk.
Today when it went dark and the torches were lit around the manor, I discovered the dog that was gifted to me, eating my other favorite shoe. The blue ones. I love the blues. Is there no hope? Is there no right in the world? How have we offended the gods? Hopefully he doesn't chew up the yellow ones.
How do I even take care of this dog? I'm afraid it may die under my care.
The world is bleak. This could be my last entry.
Today when it went dark and the torches were lit around the manor, I discovered the dog that was gifted to me, eating my other favorite shoe. The blue ones. I love the blues. Is there no hope? Is there no right in the world? How have we offended the gods? Hopefully he doesn't chew up the yellow ones.
How do I even take care of this dog? I'm afraid it may die under my care.
The world is bleak. This could be my last entry.
Written By Fortunato
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:52 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
How possible is it to know your own motivations?
You can dig deep enough to draw blood. You can peel back layer after layer and say 'it looked like I was doing this, or I thought I was feeling this, but I actually feel that instead.' You can draw up a list of your strengths and flaws, you can attempt to itemize what to do to improve them. You can struggle to change yourself and your environment.
But do you really know why? The ripples your actions take are out of your control, but are you, even, under your own control? Can you even be sure of what you really want? Can you be sure of your own fascinations?
In the end, can you trust yourself?
You can dig deep enough to draw blood. You can peel back layer after layer and say 'it looked like I was doing this, or I thought I was feeling this, but I actually feel that instead.' You can draw up a list of your strengths and flaws, you can attempt to itemize what to do to improve them. You can struggle to change yourself and your environment.
But do you really know why? The ripples your actions take are out of your control, but are you, even, under your own control? Can you even be sure of what you really want? Can you be sure of your own fascinations?
In the end, can you trust yourself?
Written By Merek
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:52 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
I assisted my Duchess with learning more about the finer points of combat. I am no master, but I hope that my lessons are useful.
Written By Merek
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
I am not a man that is often truly satisfied in life, due to all I've seen. It is difficult for the dark to turn one who embraces all aspects of himself to be even more somber. I however, feel like writing poetry for some reason.
Written By Daemon
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Maybe men who make silly decisions in battle -should- die for their negligence...
Written By Desiree
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
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Written By Samael
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:42 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
A question was asked of me today on the subject of the Sentinel. I professed to be of the mind that the Sentinel held no more hold on my heart than any of the other gods but in reflection I think this is simply not true. I just don't reflect on these sorts of things often enough to be getting into philosophical discussions on them. My faith is perhaps simply too personal to me. I much prefer to argue about the more tangible, after all. And I do love to argue.
Written By Alexis
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:41 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
All my life, all I've ever wanted was to serve my house, and I've been granted a great honour and priveliege in holding the duty of the Sword of Blancbier.
And yet, I remain a simple commoner. This is not to express dissatisfaction with my lot, but rather... I do not understand the complexities of noble life. I do not understand how what seems to be fairly clear-cut can be complicated so quickly.
I suppose, then, it is a good thing that I am not a noble, and that I have lieges who have the ability to take in a situations and find all the implications and insinuations in something I thought was clear-cut.
Still, sometimes, clear-cut would be nice.
And yet, I remain a simple commoner. This is not to express dissatisfaction with my lot, but rather... I do not understand the complexities of noble life. I do not understand how what seems to be fairly clear-cut can be complicated so quickly.
I suppose, then, it is a good thing that I am not a noble, and that I have lieges who have the ability to take in a situations and find all the implications and insinuations in something I thought was clear-cut.
Still, sometimes, clear-cut would be nice.
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