Written By Archeron
Sept. 10, 2017, 4:51 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
I must remember to take Dagon out to the woods - and he has promised in turn to take me out on the waves. Though, we need to pause all hijinks until we can get Margot to agree to stop going on dangerous missions. Accidentally wiping out the Tyde again would look careless.
Written By Leola
Sept. 10, 2017, 4:51 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Folk do seem more comfortable in the Grey Forest of late. We keep seeing people tramping through it on our way to and from town. I've no complaints about people enjoying what they can of Petrichor's hospitality.
Written By Jhond
Sept. 10, 2017, 4:31 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
An invitation to travel north. A chance for adventure. Better find my wool underwear.
Written By Ailith
Sept. 10, 2017, 4:14 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Topics for next time.
Cliffjumping or Cave Diving. Trees or Posts. Whiskey or Wine.
Cliffjumping or Cave Diving. Trees or Posts. Whiskey or Wine.
Written By Esoka
Sept. 10, 2017, 3:21 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I knew not quite what to expect from the Graysons when I came to Arx. I had lived all my life in the Compact in the Twainfort, only aware of the Great House in a distant way. Princess Reese was the first Grayson I spent much time with, due to her military duties and mine often having common cause. She was both what I expected and not. Proud and glittering, as the Griffons are renowned to be, and unfailing brave. But also open to trying to understand that which is not her own, even when it was difficult.
That is what I take from this mission into the Gray Forest. That I am among those in the Compact who are at least willing to try to seek common ground with the shav'arvani outside it, and do not just see them as an Other to slaughter and subjugate. As a Prodigal, I take that as no small thing, and it gives me better heart for the fight ahead.
That is what I take from this mission into the Gray Forest. That I am among those in the Compact who are at least willing to try to seek common ground with the shav'arvani outside it, and do not just see them as an Other to slaughter and subjugate. As a Prodigal, I take that as no small thing, and it gives me better heart for the fight ahead.
Written By Serafine
Sept. 10, 2017, 3:01 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
<the scribe tries to write what the subject is saying, but it's mostly laughter with syllables that are supposed to be words, at least that's the assumption>
Written By Eilonwy
Sept. 10, 2017, 2:40 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clara
She has a fury in her. While I am grateful for her strength I think it is sometimes a source of pain for her. All the same she keeps going and that is the most admiral thing about her. I hope she will learn to take comfort in knowing she spends more time saving lives than she has in taking them, and healing is much harder sometimes.
Written By Eilonwy
Sept. 10, 2017, 2:29 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
I was captured by worshipers of the Horned God gathering different plants and herbs for medicine outside the Grayson Camp. Happily myself and the others were rescued, I understand the mission is not with out risk, but it makes my heart heavy to know that the minds of those who live under the trees as I once did are becoming poisoned. Unlike plague, there does not seem to be a remedy for this. I wish there was a solution for the free peoples, the forgotten ones, but it seems that staying in the woods and wandering the land is no longer safe if they wish their minds to remain their own. I have also seen good people of the compact attacked for trying to do good in the forest. Good soldiers injured and many silks fighting along side, putting themselves just as much at risk. Perhaps I had a very different notion on how the noble class behaves, or those who work in the woods are very different from those who never leave the stone walls. I had thought I would be talking more, helping to form bonds between the free and the compact, but my hands are soaked in the blood of the wounded. All the same, if I have breath in me, I'll work, as a healer, or what ever purpose will fill them.
Written By Valencia
Sept. 10, 2017, 2:28 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Just because I'm not writing about you in the white journal doesn't mean I don't appreciate you or that I am not thinking about you elsewhere.
The truth remains, I am still silent most of the time when it comes to public discourse and such things.
Though I wish I were more open with my musings sometimes. But then I realize no one would care to read that and rightly so.
Why do I write this after all that. Simple answer. Wine and a ridiculous need to share something. Well, maybe it's not the wine.
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The truth remains, I am still silent most of the time when it comes to public discourse and such things.
Though I wish I were more open with my musings sometimes. But then I realize no one would care to read that and rightly so.
Why do I write this after all that. Simple answer. Wine and a ridiculous need to share something. Well, maybe it's not the wine.
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Written By Cambria
Sept. 10, 2017, 2:06 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
I have been keeping myself busy. Busy in matters at home, busy in research, and busy in building a budding social life. Sometimes, life does not allow for a week's worth of endless parties. Or rather, it could, but I choose not to indulge in such for the sake of those people who serve me, whether or not that role is considered large or small in the eyes off others. As I have recently been told: people are likely to do things for you, if you are willing to do things for them. A very simple lesson in being a liege or leader of any sort, I should imagine.
In other news, I had the pleasure of meeting with Sir Daemon Dracone at the Queensrest, recently. I look forward to attending the little bash that the Keatons are throwing for him. I will, however, write more on the good knight later.
PS. After seeing that exchange of letters from Prince Talen to his lovely wife, Princess Eleyna, I can only say this: I'm sorry. From what I understand, it only gets worse.
In other news, I had the pleasure of meeting with Sir Daemon Dracone at the Queensrest, recently. I look forward to attending the little bash that the Keatons are throwing for him. I will, however, write more on the good knight later.
PS. After seeing that exchange of letters from Prince Talen to his lovely wife, Princess Eleyna, I can only say this: I'm sorry. From what I understand, it only gets worse.
Written By Eleyna
Sept. 10, 2017, 1:29 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
A sample of letters I received from Talen while I was busy at a meeting doing Voice business:
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
He won't stop crying, what do I do.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
He puked on Sybilla and now she's asking for a pay rise.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Babies are disgusting.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Nevermind he looked at me and bared his teeth, he's acceptable.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Nevermind, it's because he had swallowed one of your rings and wouldn't let it go.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
When are you coming home?
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
I fed him half of my chicken leg.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
He knows what bones are right?
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
HE DIDN'T CHOKE ON IT
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
How do you even do it, it's not fair, I don't have tits.
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Jiacomo has discreetly informed you of a message delivered by Sybilla, the Lenosian courtier.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Sybilla said she isn't paid highly enough to do this, she's a respectable courtier and if I ask her one more time she's going to leave.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Also it doesn't work that way, apparently.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Jiacomo isn't even here, you took him? You are cruel.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
She's also saying you said you'd poison any wet nurse if they tried to do it, instead of you? Thanks for NOTHING
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Just a glimpse into my life.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
He won't stop crying, what do I do.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
He puked on Sybilla and now she's asking for a pay rise.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Babies are disgusting.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Nevermind he looked at me and bared his teeth, he's acceptable.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Nevermind, it's because he had swallowed one of your rings and wouldn't let it go.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
When are you coming home?
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
I fed him half of my chicken leg.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
He knows what bones are right?
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
HE DIDN'T CHOKE ON IT
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
How do you even do it, it's not fair, I don't have tits.
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Jiacomo has discreetly informed you of a message delivered by Sybilla, the Lenosian courtier.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Sybilla said she isn't paid highly enough to do this, she's a respectable courtier and if I ask her one more time she's going to leave.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Also it doesn't work that way, apparently.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
Jiacomo isn't even here, you took him? You are cruel.
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Sent by: Prince Talen Velenosa
She's also saying you said you'd poison any wet nurse if they tried to do it, instead of you? Thanks for NOTHING
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Just a glimpse into my life.
Written By Mia
Sept. 10, 2017, 1:28 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
The curse of the clear-minded is that they so often believe others to see the world the same way that they do.
Written By Aksel
Sept. 10, 2017, 1:11 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Chance encounters can lead to interesting outcomes. From just a simple meeting a friendship could be born. Or it could lend themselves to becoming rivals or outright enemies. Or could be simply forgotten about until other chance meeting.
But it's these simple encounters when you first meet that can tell alot about a person. Or sometimes, nothing at all.
But it's these simple encounters when you first meet that can tell alot about a person. Or sometimes, nothing at all.
Written By Regla
Sept. 10, 2017, 12:20 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Things have been very busy.
I've been kept very busy, and I have no complaint about it. I do long for a day or two where I can just lounge around in the hot springs somewhere drinking my rum. But if I do my job right, those days will come, and they will be plentiful once more,
Until the next busy session happens.
I've been kept very busy, and I have no complaint about it. I do long for a day or two where I can just lounge around in the hot springs somewhere drinking my rum. But if I do my job right, those days will come, and they will be plentiful once more,
Until the next busy session happens.
Written By Khanne
Sept. 10, 2017, 12:14 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
This mission to the Gray Forest has seen successes and failures.
We at the camp have seen each other act in bravery and also suffer the after math of hard choices that needed to be made. Many of us have revealed to one another that we have weaknesses, that we need bolstering at times. Many of us are stubborn. Many would generally portray themselves as nothing but stoic back in Arx. Here, we have accepted the shoulder when offered to us to lean on. We have offered our shoulder to others when we could use one ourselves... but someone else needed it more. We have held civilized debates around the fire. We have cried. We have laughed. We have thanked one another.
There have been times we watched the choice someone else made and felt angry or questioned that person about the choice made. There have been times we have questioned ourselves. What could I have done better? Differently? Did I do what was best in that moment? Some may ask those same questions about the actions of others. Most of the time, I believe, it would be seen that yes... that person did what they thought best in that moment. There may have been times when we thought... no. No, what they did was wrong and I still feel angry at their lack of remorse. Regardless of how we have felt, we have pushed on... together, as a team.
A few have asked whether our mission here should be considered a success, or a failure. We did not, perhaps, accomplish all that we hoped, as much as we hoped and lost more than we wanted. I believe in the humanity of those I camp here with. Therefore, I believe that one loss, one loss alone would have felt like too much to most of us. However... I look at this mission as a success. Just as one loss feels like too high a price to be paid, one success is a boon for our side. One shav to bend knee to the Compact instead of that Asshole; one tribe taking arms against those writ-bound to destroy; one Spirit helped to flee from the hunters; One of these things happening is a treasure. We have done this in volumes. We have succeeded.
We must pull back now. Our presence is known and it becomes too dangerous to stay here in the wood. The fight before us looms large on the horizon, and this... this is just the beginning. It is time for us to regroup; to take what lessons and knowledge we learned back to the city and plan. We each have courses of action we must take to prepare, it is only with our combined efforts we will see true victory. During Brand's siege on Arx we came together, working side by side. This is a time to be unified once more, to an even higher degree. It is a time we will see nobles and commoners working side by side. We will see houses that have not worked together in ages put aside their disagreements and lend a hand to one another. It is a time that those of the strongest faith in the Pantheon will witness the blessings of Spirits and help protect them, alongside the shaman who will build shrines to the Gods of Pantheon to honor them.
I speak of this all from the focus of this expedition, because it is in the Forest I sit in my tent and write. But these sentiments spread wider than this single enemy we face. We see wars on the horizon of land and sea. One person recently said something along the lines of - people in the frozen mountains don't give a shit about the sea - but oh, we do... and we must. Just as those whose lives are surrounded by the sea care and must do so about the frozen mountains... Just as we all must care about what happens in forest, on the sea, in the mountains, in the plains, upon the rivers, and even in the desserts of parts unknown, because it affects us all.
In order to not only survive the things we will soon face, but to thrive after our victories we must be unified in our efforts. It may seem like an insurmountable task, that so many people of such different backgrounds, cultures, beliefs, and personalities can weave a tapestry towards peace together. But as I sit here at this camp, witnessing all I have witnessed in those that share humble meals of porridge and stew, elbow to elbow around the fire... I see hope, and know that we as the Compact can definitely rise above and be victorious.
We Stand. Tears in our wake, never at our wake. Steel bends, honor holds. No one may harm us unpunished. None Greater. To the last.
Together.
We at the camp have seen each other act in bravery and also suffer the after math of hard choices that needed to be made. Many of us have revealed to one another that we have weaknesses, that we need bolstering at times. Many of us are stubborn. Many would generally portray themselves as nothing but stoic back in Arx. Here, we have accepted the shoulder when offered to us to lean on. We have offered our shoulder to others when we could use one ourselves... but someone else needed it more. We have held civilized debates around the fire. We have cried. We have laughed. We have thanked one another.
There have been times we watched the choice someone else made and felt angry or questioned that person about the choice made. There have been times we have questioned ourselves. What could I have done better? Differently? Did I do what was best in that moment? Some may ask those same questions about the actions of others. Most of the time, I believe, it would be seen that yes... that person did what they thought best in that moment. There may have been times when we thought... no. No, what they did was wrong and I still feel angry at their lack of remorse. Regardless of how we have felt, we have pushed on... together, as a team.
A few have asked whether our mission here should be considered a success, or a failure. We did not, perhaps, accomplish all that we hoped, as much as we hoped and lost more than we wanted. I believe in the humanity of those I camp here with. Therefore, I believe that one loss, one loss alone would have felt like too much to most of us. However... I look at this mission as a success. Just as one loss feels like too high a price to be paid, one success is a boon for our side. One shav to bend knee to the Compact instead of that Asshole; one tribe taking arms against those writ-bound to destroy; one Spirit helped to flee from the hunters; One of these things happening is a treasure. We have done this in volumes. We have succeeded.
We must pull back now. Our presence is known and it becomes too dangerous to stay here in the wood. The fight before us looms large on the horizon, and this... this is just the beginning. It is time for us to regroup; to take what lessons and knowledge we learned back to the city and plan. We each have courses of action we must take to prepare, it is only with our combined efforts we will see true victory. During Brand's siege on Arx we came together, working side by side. This is a time to be unified once more, to an even higher degree. It is a time we will see nobles and commoners working side by side. We will see houses that have not worked together in ages put aside their disagreements and lend a hand to one another. It is a time that those of the strongest faith in the Pantheon will witness the blessings of Spirits and help protect them, alongside the shaman who will build shrines to the Gods of Pantheon to honor them.
I speak of this all from the focus of this expedition, because it is in the Forest I sit in my tent and write. But these sentiments spread wider than this single enemy we face. We see wars on the horizon of land and sea. One person recently said something along the lines of - people in the frozen mountains don't give a shit about the sea - but oh, we do... and we must. Just as those whose lives are surrounded by the sea care and must do so about the frozen mountains... Just as we all must care about what happens in forest, on the sea, in the mountains, in the plains, upon the rivers, and even in the desserts of parts unknown, because it affects us all.
In order to not only survive the things we will soon face, but to thrive after our victories we must be unified in our efforts. It may seem like an insurmountable task, that so many people of such different backgrounds, cultures, beliefs, and personalities can weave a tapestry towards peace together. But as I sit here at this camp, witnessing all I have witnessed in those that share humble meals of porridge and stew, elbow to elbow around the fire... I see hope, and know that we as the Compact can definitely rise above and be victorious.
We Stand. Tears in our wake, never at our wake. Steel bends, honor holds. No one may harm us unpunished. None Greater. To the last.
Together.
Written By Thena
Sept. 10, 2017, 12:11 p.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
I know what I'm doing is important. All the research and planning and logistics and the stuff Grandmaster Armel doesn't feel like dealing with (because he's off somewhere on a mysterious mission, /excuses/) but I'm not domesticated enough to be content with it.
Written By Alexis
Sept. 10, 2017, 11:09 a.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
She has been finished. She was finished a while back, but with the Grayson expedition my time to actually deliver journal entires to the Archives has been limited.
Mistress Hana Grayhope was kind enough to aid me - well. She did the bulk of the work, really. I'm more armoursmith than weaponsmith.
But we finished her. An homage to Wyrmstooth, the grand red dame of Wyrmguard. The Dragon's Daughter, who I hope may someday gain a pedigree as illustrous as the one she borrows her likeness from. A sword in alaricite, to stand next to Wyrmstooth.
I am blessed and honoured. And grateful to my House and my friend.
Mistress Hana Grayhope was kind enough to aid me - well. She did the bulk of the work, really. I'm more armoursmith than weaponsmith.
But we finished her. An homage to Wyrmstooth, the grand red dame of Wyrmguard. The Dragon's Daughter, who I hope may someday gain a pedigree as illustrous as the one she borrows her likeness from. A sword in alaricite, to stand next to Wyrmstooth.
I am blessed and honoured. And grateful to my House and my friend.
Written By Alexis
Sept. 10, 2017, 11:05 a.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Vesper
Lady Vesper Nighthawk blends the South and the North in a way that's refreshing - interesting. She's good company. And I always do feel more at ease in the company of fellow Swords. I always want to listen, learn, hear their perspective on our duties.
I look forward to going riding. And to showing her the Gauntlet.
And to seeing what she has in mind.
I look forward to going riding. And to showing her the Gauntlet.
And to seeing what she has in mind.
Written By Rymarr
Sept. 10, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
It has been good to see the Seraph once more. The last we truly interacted was during those mornings at Crownguard Tower when the Seraph would lead those knights of the King's Own, myself included, in their morning prayers. A person of faith, she is an example for many to follow in the realm of religious observance.
That isn't all that she is however, I've found her to be quite brave as well. Her actions were actions that I've witnessed in others who would provide treatment to the wounded on the battlefield. Rushing headlong into the fray in an effort to reach a fallen warrior and either drag them from the field or render aid to them right then and there. I've not heard of any writings of her boasting about doing so, claiming some intangible glory for herself, or anything of the like. So it is my duty instead to write my praise of her to ensure that her bravery is known, so it will go into this journal and be lodged into the archives so that it will be remembered for the future.
Those who put their own safety at risk in order to render aid to others, are truly worthy of respect.
That isn't all that she is however, I've found her to be quite brave as well. Her actions were actions that I've witnessed in others who would provide treatment to the wounded on the battlefield. Rushing headlong into the fray in an effort to reach a fallen warrior and either drag them from the field or render aid to them right then and there. I've not heard of any writings of her boasting about doing so, claiming some intangible glory for herself, or anything of the like. So it is my duty instead to write my praise of her to ensure that her bravery is known, so it will go into this journal and be lodged into the archives so that it will be remembered for the future.
Those who put their own safety at risk in order to render aid to others, are truly worthy of respect.
Written By Rymarr
Sept. 10, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Reflexes like a cat. Throwing arm of... someone really accustomed to throwing things at people. He fights with a stick. By some accounts he's too eager to fight with a stick, sometimes.
Sometimes a brutal display of unadulterated force can be an excellent negotiating tactic. When both parties share equal ground, one must establish a position of strength in order to allow peace to be discussed.
Sometimes a brutal display of unadulterated force can be an excellent negotiating tactic. When both parties share equal ground, one must establish a position of strength in order to allow peace to be discussed.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.