Written By Alexis
Sept. 17, 2017, 5:20 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Patience is a virtue in the forge as well as on the battlefield - be ready for the perfect moment - when the steel hits just the right temperature, or your foe makes a mistake.
I have been impatient. Thankfully, I have friends and more who remind me of the virtue of patience.
So. Thank you. You know who you are.
I have been impatient. Thankfully, I have friends and more who remind me of the virtue of patience.
So. Thank you. You know who you are.
Written By Alexis
Sept. 17, 2017, 5:18 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
The Sword of Stonedeep continues to be a man of amiable company, through both light-hearted and serious conversations. I am glad for what he has shared of his personal history, and happy to have been able to aid him (I think? I hope?).
I'm glad to call him friend.
I'm glad to call him friend.
Written By Orazio
Sept. 17, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
I have never once suggested that trebuchets could not be an answer to SOME problems.
Merely that they are not a suitable answer to ALL problems.
I have never once suggested that trebuchets could not be an answer to SOME problems.
Merely that they are not a suitable answer to ALL problems.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 17, 2017, 4:41 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabeau
Tyde ,and the Thrax, owe a small debt to the Valardin for the kindness of Princess Isabeau in supporting our efforts to house refugees in the recent crisis. She is most kind.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 17, 2017, 4:40 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Margot trusted me to prepare Tydehall and I think I managed it well - smoked meat and longhouses now stand at the walls ready for refugees. Still. Margot needs to take care of herself.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 17, 2017, 4:39 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
I am glad to welcome the princess into the Thrax - despite the dark times. Her common sense will be much needed in the coming weeks. More importantly though, i wish her all the happiness she can find.
Written By Preston
Sept. 17, 2017, 4:36 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Once again it seems I found myself in debt to Princess Reese. When I was hit in the first bouts of combat at Maelstrom, quite severely in fact, Reese moved to protect me and allow me to continue the fight. Useful given the limited retreat options.
Written By Preston
Sept. 17, 2017, 4:34 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Well. Trebuchets were useful. That will show Orazio that sometimes they are solutions to problems. The downside is that what we faced at Maelstrom managed to rend through my armour. Were it not for Reese, I would have fallen never to rise again. Perhaps I should consider saving up for more advanced armour. Still, I am attached to my old set. I have sent it to our armourers for repairs now we are back in the city and Maelstrom is saved.
Written By Teela
Sept. 17, 2017, 4:28 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
Marquessa Quenia is a great hostess and she had a great party. Only one person got too much into their cups. There was no fighting. And the King showed up!
Very different from parties in Cloudspine.
Very different from parties in Cloudspine.
Written By Regla
Sept. 17, 2017, 2:02 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
We're leaving soon, and I feel like I should say something.
Nothing I can think of seems to matter in the face of what comes next. Nothing but the same silent prayers I've sent to Gloria and Mangata.
Nothing I can think of seems to matter in the face of what comes next. Nothing but the same silent prayers I've sent to Gloria and Mangata.
Written By Aiden
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:48 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Working title: // Expedition - Soar North //
Day 2. Crossing the Seas, Evening.
I looked across the faces of those who came with me and many were strained, though they covered it well. I could see the tension, the nervousness, the anxiety of crossing the water at such a time it was perilous to do so. It was rough water, though I believed well in the expertise of those at the helm. When I looked back the way we came, Arx was no more, a distant memory on the horizon as we sailed northward, hugging the coast to keep it in sight. I was left to my thoughts for a long time until I decided to head to the crew cabins, considering how cold it was getting with the icy winds whipping across the deck.
There was not a lot to be said for this part of the journey, not until I finally tried to get some sleep. Everything had been going smoothly, if you didn't mind the rough choppiness and sway of the ship as it cut through the winter waves. I climbed into my hammock and tried to not think of what was to come, how we would find what we were searching for.
Then, with my eyes closed, I heard the sounds from up above. The ring of a bell, shouts, orders, many feet stomping around. It didn't take me long to realize that we were under attack. I slipped out of my hammock and got myself armed with my bow. Rather than rushing the top deck, I stayed below. We had a lot supplies down here and if it were pirates, I wanted to be the last line of defense. That was probably not the best choice, looking back, though I had also known there was a risk that the attackers would use the oar holes as a way to climb through... sometimes I hate being right.
I remember I drew an arrow, nocked and released. It caught one of the invaders squirming through the oar hole in the head and he slumped. The oar crew, two fell in the sudden chaos of what occurred after that. More came through. I could tell something was off with them. They were mindless. Their eyes vacant. They moved with one goal in mind - to kill. I ordered any of the crew without weapons to retreat to the upper galley. We would need the crew alive to man the ship. That was my mistake. It reduced the ranged between the writ bound attackers and myself. One got too close as I fired arrow after arrow to no avail to slow them down. I felt the cold sting of his knife slice through leather and cloth, felt it slash across my chest and bewilder me. I used my bow as a melee weapon to get some distance, and knew with the advancement of three on me, that was a difficult feat.
I don't remember at what point of the struggle that the others came down from above. I just remember their shouts, their joining clashes. And in what seemed seconds, it was done. The invading attackers thwarted and lying dead. I was the only one bleeding. How humiliating that was. I was helped to a hammock and out of my gear to attend to the wound and I called for someone to get Maeve to help me once she had attended to the sailors who were injured.
Evidently, there had been a raft rowed up to the ship. These mindless enemies had boarded us, however, our number won and pushed them off. The guidance of the Princess had ensured the ship out ran further attempts. My question was, how had they known we were coming? Why were they out there? Did they see us coming from the shoreline and paddled out?
All I can say is afterward, we were all quite on guard...
(OOC: IC Timing is a little off due to RL scheduling and this PRP extending over a few RL weeks -- the date of this journal does not mean the date of the expedition!)
Day 2. Crossing the Seas, Evening.
I looked across the faces of those who came with me and many were strained, though they covered it well. I could see the tension, the nervousness, the anxiety of crossing the water at such a time it was perilous to do so. It was rough water, though I believed well in the expertise of those at the helm. When I looked back the way we came, Arx was no more, a distant memory on the horizon as we sailed northward, hugging the coast to keep it in sight. I was left to my thoughts for a long time until I decided to head to the crew cabins, considering how cold it was getting with the icy winds whipping across the deck.
There was not a lot to be said for this part of the journey, not until I finally tried to get some sleep. Everything had been going smoothly, if you didn't mind the rough choppiness and sway of the ship as it cut through the winter waves. I climbed into my hammock and tried to not think of what was to come, how we would find what we were searching for.
Then, with my eyes closed, I heard the sounds from up above. The ring of a bell, shouts, orders, many feet stomping around. It didn't take me long to realize that we were under attack. I slipped out of my hammock and got myself armed with my bow. Rather than rushing the top deck, I stayed below. We had a lot supplies down here and if it were pirates, I wanted to be the last line of defense. That was probably not the best choice, looking back, though I had also known there was a risk that the attackers would use the oar holes as a way to climb through... sometimes I hate being right.
I remember I drew an arrow, nocked and released. It caught one of the invaders squirming through the oar hole in the head and he slumped. The oar crew, two fell in the sudden chaos of what occurred after that. More came through. I could tell something was off with them. They were mindless. Their eyes vacant. They moved with one goal in mind - to kill. I ordered any of the crew without weapons to retreat to the upper galley. We would need the crew alive to man the ship. That was my mistake. It reduced the ranged between the writ bound attackers and myself. One got too close as I fired arrow after arrow to no avail to slow them down. I felt the cold sting of his knife slice through leather and cloth, felt it slash across my chest and bewilder me. I used my bow as a melee weapon to get some distance, and knew with the advancement of three on me, that was a difficult feat.
I don't remember at what point of the struggle that the others came down from above. I just remember their shouts, their joining clashes. And in what seemed seconds, it was done. The invading attackers thwarted and lying dead. I was the only one bleeding. How humiliating that was. I was helped to a hammock and out of my gear to attend to the wound and I called for someone to get Maeve to help me once she had attended to the sailors who were injured.
Evidently, there had been a raft rowed up to the ship. These mindless enemies had boarded us, however, our number won and pushed them off. The guidance of the Princess had ensured the ship out ran further attempts. My question was, how had they known we were coming? Why were they out there? Did they see us coming from the shoreline and paddled out?
All I can say is afterward, we were all quite on guard...
(OOC: IC Timing is a little off due to RL scheduling and this PRP extending over a few RL weeks -- the date of this journal does not mean the date of the expedition!)
Written By Skapti
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:18 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
I'm off to look for magical, elven made weapons, in the company of two Swords, a princess, and an admiral as the captain of my own ship.
Where the fuck did I go wrong with my life?
I offer my prayers to Mangata and the Dark Thirteenth that our mission is successful.
For those who've passed on, and have yet to do so, both.
Where the fuck did I go wrong with my life?
I offer my prayers to Mangata and the Dark Thirteenth that our mission is successful.
For those who've passed on, and have yet to do so, both.
Written By Denica
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
"Endurance."
( Done in graphite and overlaid with ink, with specific and hyper-realistic attention to the details of the textures. A black coat folded precisely and set aside on a wooden bench. A polished cane set on top of the folded coat. A flask, dull in comparison to the shine on the cane, has a design of a serpent upon it. The still life drawing seems to be a frozen moment of waiting or watching. )
( Done in graphite and overlaid with ink, with specific and hyper-realistic attention to the details of the textures. A black coat folded precisely and set aside on a wooden bench. A polished cane set on top of the folded coat. A flask, dull in comparison to the shine on the cane, has a design of a serpent upon it. The still life drawing seems to be a frozen moment of waiting or watching. )
Written By Denica
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:01 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
( A watercolor study. The rag paper has been pressed into the page of the journal with the date: 3/22/1007 AR.
A fair face, head tipped back, long and unpinned hair caught in an indecisive color - neither gold nor silver. A vexing color in between that the paint cannot quite capture, although effort has been made to. Across bare shoulders with skin white as marble, and that hair falls down her back, as a mantle. She's smiling, and the vivaciousness in that expression is reflected in every other feature. Summer sky blue eyes are playful, devious. )
A fair face, head tipped back, long and unpinned hair caught in an indecisive color - neither gold nor silver. A vexing color in between that the paint cannot quite capture, although effort has been made to. Across bare shoulders with skin white as marble, and that hair falls down her back, as a mantle. She's smiling, and the vivaciousness in that expression is reflected in every other feature. Summer sky blue eyes are playful, devious. )
Written By Eliana
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:57 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
What a kind man, Lord Ian Kennex is. He is patient and willing to train me, regardless of my ... limitations. He is exceptionally perceptive. I am not surprised he noticed what he did. I hope to be able to learn more from him soon.
Some may not call him kind but detached, but if one is willing to train someone who obviously has no skill so patiently, I would call that kind.
Some may not call him kind but detached, but if one is willing to train someone who obviously has no skill so patiently, I would call that kind.
Written By Eliana
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
I am grateful the High Inquisitor was with me the second time. Even though his reaction was stronger than my own, it is good to not be alone.
Written By Artorius
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Melinda
I am honored and humbled to call you my wife.
We will accomplish great things together, I just know it.
We will accomplish great things together, I just know it.
Written By Valencia
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:38 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
I think we as humans are destined to always all just short of greatness. If we did not, we'd be less inclined to seek the favour of the gods and more inclined to walk with them.
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Written By Luca
Sept. 17, 2017, 9:18 a.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Funny how one looks fondly on memory of undead hordes and twisted Abyssal-tainted wolves when faced with creepy slimey barnacle-encrusted monster men, eh? I feel like my sword _still_ smells of fish blood!
Written By Monique
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:48 a.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
These are very interesting times we live in. Interesting, terrifying, and incredible. I would not have it any other way.
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