Written By Eirene
Sept. 18, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
Was I at the Silent Masque?
You'll never know.
*The scribe reports she cackled in amusement but wasn't sure how to transcribe that*
You'll never know.
*The scribe reports she cackled in amusement but wasn't sure how to transcribe that*
Written By Cesare
Sept. 18, 2017, noon(3/26/1007 AR)
Light and shadow dance, always touching but never truly part of one another. This is an interaction we can see- but what if there is an unseen interaction. What of the invisible light and darkness within man's heart and soul? Do these things interplay more fully? Glide and mix together, muddying the waters?
Or are they like oil and water, never truly mixing? Could it be more like a tapestry, dark and light threads that together create a rich tapestry and alone are nothing but strands on the wind-
I think, however, it is very much like a musical composition. A soundscape of melodic texture and dissonant harmonies. An ever-playing flow of sound pleasant and terrible, both. Heights and depths.
The Agony and The Ecstasy of the soul is surely a song.
Or are they like oil and water, never truly mixing? Could it be more like a tapestry, dark and light threads that together create a rich tapestry and alone are nothing but strands on the wind-
I think, however, it is very much like a musical composition. A soundscape of melodic texture and dissonant harmonies. An ever-playing flow of sound pleasant and terrible, both. Heights and depths.
The Agony and The Ecstasy of the soul is surely a song.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 18, 2017, 11:44 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]
Addendum: ... And with plans to be dispatched already. How prompt. Where is the Maelstrom ...? Oh. Well, fuck me sideways.
Addendum: ... And with plans to be dispatched already. How prompt. Where is the Maelstrom ...? Oh. Well, fuck me sideways.
Written By Cesare
Sept. 18, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
My fellow musician, a beautiful woman in her own right. She is, perhaps, a bit unsure of herself- but that isn't anything truly unusual among artists or those of youth. She is certainly worthy of continued interest.
Written By Vesper
Sept. 18, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
[ From the journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]
To the Journals, the truth, for I could never stomach a lie. I came to the capital city on a hope. Perhaps it's one of the only whims that I have entertained since youth. When I was doing nothing more than riding a stodgy, stubborn pony with a branch in one hand and a cooking pot over my head. Those games of playing at knights with the children of the household. Slaying dragons, finding treasure, defending the innocent from evil. Always, the last point was the reason I was drawn into those games. I always saw myself first as a defender - Sir Vesper. Not Lady Vesper. Yes, I knew that the proper term was Dame. I always insisted upon Sir for no other reason than contrariness. An unfortunate character trait that I carry to some degree these days.
I came to the city on a hope. The hope that I would meet my mother's kin, take a knee, and offer my blade to them in service. However, a Sword without a sword seems like a jest without a punchline. A riddle without an answer. I find the kindness of Arx's people to be surprising, the hospitality offered to the newly traveled is - it's inspiring. Between thanking Gild for the opportunities, she has provided me, the friends that I have made, I learned about the needs of the Knights of Solace. Within me, that set ablaze that fire of hope - honest, sincere hope.
That, I have discovered, is my calling. I sent a messenger to my Father in Stonedeep with my intentions. I am my father's only child. Due to my contrariness, I knew that I would never wed for political gain nor produce heirs. I have no need to remain bound to my nobility. My merit will carry on in the deeds I do, not the name I bear. I will learn what I need to do to prepare myself to take my vows and join the Faith. I understand all the risks involved. To be a Knight of Solace. To be a knight is to accept danger. To lay down my life in the defense of the innocent - Mercies, travelers, pilgrims - from evils ordinary and extraordinary.
Bring it on.
Only, I still need a sword ... (You know who you are.)
To the Journals, the truth, for I could never stomach a lie. I came to the capital city on a hope. Perhaps it's one of the only whims that I have entertained since youth. When I was doing nothing more than riding a stodgy, stubborn pony with a branch in one hand and a cooking pot over my head. Those games of playing at knights with the children of the household. Slaying dragons, finding treasure, defending the innocent from evil. Always, the last point was the reason I was drawn into those games. I always saw myself first as a defender - Sir Vesper. Not Lady Vesper. Yes, I knew that the proper term was Dame. I always insisted upon Sir for no other reason than contrariness. An unfortunate character trait that I carry to some degree these days.
I came to the city on a hope. The hope that I would meet my mother's kin, take a knee, and offer my blade to them in service. However, a Sword without a sword seems like a jest without a punchline. A riddle without an answer. I find the kindness of Arx's people to be surprising, the hospitality offered to the newly traveled is - it's inspiring. Between thanking Gild for the opportunities, she has provided me, the friends that I have made, I learned about the needs of the Knights of Solace. Within me, that set ablaze that fire of hope - honest, sincere hope.
That, I have discovered, is my calling. I sent a messenger to my Father in Stonedeep with my intentions. I am my father's only child. Due to my contrariness, I knew that I would never wed for political gain nor produce heirs. I have no need to remain bound to my nobility. My merit will carry on in the deeds I do, not the name I bear. I will learn what I need to do to prepare myself to take my vows and join the Faith. I understand all the risks involved. To be a Knight of Solace. To be a knight is to accept danger. To lay down my life in the defense of the innocent - Mercies, travelers, pilgrims - from evils ordinary and extraordinary.
Bring it on.
Only, I still need a sword ... (You know who you are.)
Written By Regla
Sept. 18, 2017, 10:37 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
It's never easy losing men, but part of me wants to rationalize it by saying the few now to save the many in the end. But is that really a good justification? I'm not sure. It was a good reason at the time, and one I stand by now, then, and always. Would I do it again given the circumstances? Without hesitation. We got what we were looking for, although I still have a lot of unanswered questions....hopefully the answers will be had.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 18, 2017, 10:33 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
Thrax decor is everything I was promised. Mostly the promises were made by people who didn't like me, or wanted to scare me. The taxidermy is unpleasant, the murals are hideous, and that is just what is in the common areas.
Yet I learned something interesting. This wasn't originally Thrax decor. I'll be pushing this theory with some of the Thrax higher ups. If by some minor miracle they believe me, this island may become a far more pleasant place to visit.
Yet I learned something interesting. This wasn't originally Thrax decor. I'll be pushing this theory with some of the Thrax higher ups. If by some minor miracle they believe me, this island may become a far more pleasant place to visit.
Written By Freja
Sept. 18, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
I should be dead, but I suppose I have a touch of Rathlander in me after all. There wasn't a ringing in the ears, seeing red or anything...just an odd rush of adrenaline and even more peculiar calm/focus.
But fuck if it didn't hurt.
Losses incurred, but weapons secured.
But fuck if it didn't hurt.
Losses incurred, but weapons secured.
Written By Edward
Sept. 18, 2017, 8:57 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
We found the mountain on the island. We found the cave. We fought the beasts.
Not without risk and loss, we secured some weapons. The first cache has been found. 1 God's treasure secured. 12 more to go, I wish the other expeditions luck.
Not without risk and loss, we secured some weapons. The first cache has been found. 1 God's treasure secured. 12 more to go, I wish the other expeditions luck.
Written By Corban
Sept. 18, 2017, 7:54 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
A few months ago, I never stopped by the Archives of Vellichor except to drop off pages for my journal and for the rites and ceremonies any good, god-fearing noble was expected to attend. Even today, I am hardly one for the dusty stacks, instead preferring to guide and coordinate the work of scholars that could be hired and convinced to lend a land.
But I can say this: The feeling of being on a cusp of discovery rivals that of rushing into battle.
But I can say this: The feeling of being on a cusp of discovery rivals that of rushing into battle.
Written By Victus
Sept. 18, 2017, 7:50 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
I'm so tired.
Written By Aiden
Sept. 18, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Expeditions take months to plan, successful ones...
Written By Eithne
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arn
Duke Telmar is an interesting man. I can't say I've spent a lot of time with him but he came to my shop with a heap ton of metal and basically said "Make me armor that looks like this." Basically he's got a thing for red brick walls.
So that's what I'm working on. I've heard he becomes disappointed quickly. Let's hope he's not too disappointed with my work.
So that's what I'm working on. I've heard he becomes disappointed quickly. Let's hope he's not too disappointed with my work.
Written By Gaston
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
I fear now that I shall forever be 'Just Gaston'.
Shit.
Shit.
Written By Gaston
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
'Marquis Gaston'.
People keep saying it, and writing me letters about it. It's going to take some time to get used to.
Gods, what am I going to do...
People keep saying it, and writing me letters about it. It's going to take some time to get used to.
Gods, what am I going to do...
Written By Eithne
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:36 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ferrando
Today is your birthday. We are officially the same age again! It's been a hell of a lot of fun planning out all the little things to put into your birthday celebration and I swear I've never challenged myself as much as I did to make that seafood paella. I never thought I'd ever cook for a guy let alone care enough for him to actually like it. Just don't get any ideas. I won't be trading the forge for the kitchen. You'd probably look better in an apron anyhow.
I might have to get Aurora to make you one with a snazzy phrase across the bib.
I might have to get Aurora to make you one with a snazzy phrase across the bib.
Written By Brianna
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:26 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Cousin:
A well-loved joke that is so often told that it practically slips from the tongue, and yet it still makes the teller laugh, every time.
A well-loved joke that is so often told that it practically slips from the tongue, and yet it still makes the teller laugh, every time.
Written By Eithne
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:22 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Work has been for a lack of better words, extremely busy. It makes me beyond thrilled to have so many commissions and seeing so many folks come into the shop to work with the apprentices. I've been working with metal all day and then slipping off to my mother's bakery to help her with another commission there. The mix of scents is positively nauseating but she appreciates the extra hands.
I never realized how similar baking confectionaries and forging armor can be. Maybe I'm more like my mama than I thought.
I never realized how similar baking confectionaries and forging armor can be. Maybe I'm more like my mama than I thought.
Written By Killian
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
So. My father was not complicit in Addison's treachery..and now I must face a choice. To stand still in anger and resentment towards him, or to reach out, and attempt to gain resolution with a father who all but disowned me as a boy, in favor of the 'perfect son' that had attempted to murder me. How much did he understand of the path he took, and how much does he suffer now for his mistakes? I do not know what path I shall or should take. Only that staying still is..simply not an option.
Written By Valerio
Sept. 17, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)
Again, not normally my type of affair. However, The Silent Masque held by House Malvici and House Redrain was fairly interesting. No one talking, essentially. Much easier to be diplomatic this way! I freely admit to not being brave enough to partake in acting in charades. All of those players were fairly excellent.
I have to wonder though... who was that leafy green woman?
I have to wonder though... who was that leafy green woman?
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