Written By Calaudrin
Sept. 9, 2017, 8:41 p.m.(3/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
I'm pretty sure that's one of the best examples of guarding that I've seen in awhile. Good work!
Written By Oliver
Sept. 9, 2017, 8:39 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
The Tanned Hide's move a few blocks east of its original location went without incident. I suppose it is a testament to the fine craftmanship had by the members of the Crafters Guild that the construction went seamlessly and far ahead of schedule. The new shop is mostly the same, perhaps a touch bigger than the old one, but there's something particularly important about the new door that was installed in the back.
I've spent most of my teens and all of my adult life up to this point not having a place that I could call my own. Everything I had was added to the debt that I owed, and the man who held my contract never hesitated to remind me of that fact. I arrived in Arx with nothing but the clothes on my back and a set of ancient, rusted leather cutters to continue my trade with. Sameera gave me a room, which I will forever feel eternally greatful for.. but even then, it wasn't mine.
But I've new tools now, wrapped in a brand new leather case. These shears are so sharp, they've cut through the toughest hide I've got without a struggle. And that new door I mentioned in the back of the Tanned Hide? That door leads to home. And every time I go through there, I'm reminded of how far I've come to get to this point ... and that this home, this place in this city, with a hook on a rack specifically made for my cloak and a chest made just for me where I can put my things, and a space by the door where I can put my boots after a long day's work?
Well.. this home has something inside of it, that I can finally call mine own. And I think I've finally understood what people have meant when they say 'home is where the heart is'.
I've spent most of my teens and all of my adult life up to this point not having a place that I could call my own. Everything I had was added to the debt that I owed, and the man who held my contract never hesitated to remind me of that fact. I arrived in Arx with nothing but the clothes on my back and a set of ancient, rusted leather cutters to continue my trade with. Sameera gave me a room, which I will forever feel eternally greatful for.. but even then, it wasn't mine.
But I've new tools now, wrapped in a brand new leather case. These shears are so sharp, they've cut through the toughest hide I've got without a struggle. And that new door I mentioned in the back of the Tanned Hide? That door leads to home. And every time I go through there, I'm reminded of how far I've come to get to this point ... and that this home, this place in this city, with a hook on a rack specifically made for my cloak and a chest made just for me where I can put my things, and a space by the door where I can put my boots after a long day's work?
Well.. this home has something inside of it, that I can finally call mine own. And I think I've finally understood what people have meant when they say 'home is where the heart is'.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 9, 2017, 8:24 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
I've done it. I've finished. They are now hanging in the Jayus Gallery of Art, all five of them.
I hope I've done them justice.
I hope I've done them justice.
Written By Serafine
Sept. 9, 2017, 7:52 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
I chased an urchin through the streets today. Little bugger almost lost me. He'd stolen from one of those bakers' carts, a loaf of bread about half the size of him. He didn't really need it, I knew where he lived; solid family, good folk, just a little imp of a boy. His mother was mortified, she'd thought the bread was a gift, and his mother's wife just about turned inside out when i told about all the chaos he'd caused.
So they let me hang him upside down from their balcony. I had a good hold of his ankles, he wasn't going anywhere, but he squealed all the apologies to his mothers below him in their garden as they scolded him. Upside down.
I do hope this isn't outside my duties of Iron Guard. I mean. They were sweet mothers, truly, and the little boy was just upending carts and baskets through the winter market like he didn't know these were the livelihoods of others. I was happy to help. I righted him and set him down and handed him a hankerchief as he sniffled, blew his nose. I fixed his hair and tried not to laugh at him. Those big blue eyes looked up at me. I knew he was going to apologize.
He farted instead.
I was too busy laughing to do anything, his mothers dragged him inside and had the look on his face of a dead man walking. Poor tyke. I'll be sure to check on him next tour.
So they let me hang him upside down from their balcony. I had a good hold of his ankles, he wasn't going anywhere, but he squealed all the apologies to his mothers below him in their garden as they scolded him. Upside down.
I do hope this isn't outside my duties of Iron Guard. I mean. They were sweet mothers, truly, and the little boy was just upending carts and baskets through the winter market like he didn't know these were the livelihoods of others. I was happy to help. I righted him and set him down and handed him a hankerchief as he sniffled, blew his nose. I fixed his hair and tried not to laugh at him. Those big blue eyes looked up at me. I knew he was going to apologize.
He farted instead.
I was too busy laughing to do anything, his mothers dragged him inside and had the look on his face of a dead man walking. Poor tyke. I'll be sure to check on him next tour.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 9, 2017, 7:46 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
I'm being courted, by the way. So. There's that.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 9, 2017, 7:46 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I'd like to state for the record that there's never been a body to hide, but if I did need to hide one, I would of course call Ida first.
What? No I'm not serious. Can I cross that out? Well dammit-
Lord-Commander Silas Whitehawk is a dear friend of mine and he can vouch for me; I'm about as criminal as cheesecake. Gods, have a sense of humor, scholar, you're going to pass out.
What? No I'm not serious. Can I cross that out? Well dammit-
Lord-Commander Silas Whitehawk is a dear friend of mine and he can vouch for me; I'm about as criminal as cheesecake. Gods, have a sense of humor, scholar, you're going to pass out.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 9, 2017, 7:44 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
When it comes to cats, my suggestion is a rich piece of raw fish sliced into little pieces and warmed a little.
Written By Reese
Sept. 9, 2017, 5:54 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
I wish you would listen to me.
I know you will not.
I still care for you regardless.
Try to keep safe.
I know you will not.
I still care for you regardless.
Try to keep safe.
Written By Branwen
Sept. 9, 2017, 3:58 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
I went to a spring renewal ceremony recently led by Shaman Princess Freja. And this time, I went purely as a participant and not as one who would help lead or tend to the others. A novel experience, for someone who generally tries to live her life in service. It was (as intended), quite cathartic. There is much to be said for giving oneself entirely to the experience.
Written By Margot
Sept. 9, 2017, 12:03 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
It looks as if I won't be shedding my armor anytime soon.
I wonder how it will feel when it all comes off. When I get to return to my dresses.
I think about serpents shedding their skin so they can grow - is it a relief, or does it itch - maybe a little of both.
I wonder how it will feel when it all comes off. When I get to return to my dresses.
I think about serpents shedding their skin so they can grow - is it a relief, or does it itch - maybe a little of both.
Written By Cicero
Sept. 9, 2017, 9:10 a.m.(3/8/1007 AR)
I know what fear is.
I had thought I did before.
But children? Terror.
I had thought I did before.
But children? Terror.
Written By Jaenelle
Sept. 9, 2017, 8:31 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
After what seemed like weeks of messages back and forth, I was finally able to meet with Duke Cristoph Laurent. Though the meeting was of business, I can tell that he is a man of genuine concern and interest in those around him, and that can be refreshing in a world of politics and secrecy. I do hope that our business relationship can continue and our houses benefit from such for a long time to come.
Written By Jaenelle
Sept. 9, 2017, 8:27 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dante
Lord Dante Fidante is an interesting man I have had the fortune to meet recently. He contains that self assured cocky attitude that I have grown to know as simply being the Sword of your lands. I have never met a Sword who did not possess this, this knowledge of your skill and ability to the point where when you talk of it, it is simply fact and anything less is unheard of. I have grown to enjoy our chance meetings by happenstance, and I admire the passion he finds for every part of his life.
Written By Dagon
Sept. 9, 2017, 5:57 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Eyes on the horizon, Dagon.
He would always say that. Eyes on the horizon. I remember that, at least. I don't remember the stories very well -- I was barely five when he died, but I remember that one phrase. An oath, to his people. To Mangata. I didn't know what it meant, back then. I think I understand it a little better, now.
I miss his stories. It was always so much easier in the stories.
He would always say that. Eyes on the horizon. I remember that, at least. I don't remember the stories very well -- I was barely five when he died, but I remember that one phrase. An oath, to his people. To Mangata. I didn't know what it meant, back then. I think I understand it a little better, now.
I miss his stories. It was always so much easier in the stories.
Written By Clara
Sept. 9, 2017, 4:24 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eilonwy
I don't prefer to bond with people by being kidnapped together but I don't think that I will ever share that sort of bond with many people. Sadly, Eilonwy was one of those people. She is a good tent companion and she understands that whiskey and food do a world of good. She's sweet. It was nice of her to go get me medicine, whiskey, and food the times that she has.
Written By Clara
Sept. 9, 2017, 4:22 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
At first Estaban made his way up to the camp just to bring me whiskey and some fresh foods. Which really was nice since the rations are fairly stale. I never thought I would be so happy to see bread, cheese, and fruit but it was quite the treat. It was sweet of him.
After that, Estaban returned to work with us as a guard for one of the healers. And we have talked a couple of times but when he came to visit me specifically we got talking about the things that had happened to me and I started crying(one of the same times Merek comforted me). He talked to me and provided warm arms to rest in and friendly words to calm me down. He is a sweet and understanding man.
After that, Estaban returned to work with us as a guard for one of the healers. And we have talked a couple of times but when he came to visit me specifically we got talking about the things that had happened to me and I started crying(one of the same times Merek comforted me). He talked to me and provided warm arms to rest in and friendly words to calm me down. He is a sweet and understanding man.
Written By Clara
Sept. 9, 2017, 4:13 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
There were a lot of people that came to save those of us that had been taken by the Shav but Merek was the one that ended up entering into the hut we were being kept in. By the time he got in there I had managed to free myself of the rope that bound me and I managed to help everyone else get theirs off as well.
There was a dead man on the ground that I'd had to brutally kill for our own survival and when he entered I thought he was another enemy. With the dead man's sword I swung at Merek and I cut the poor man. Thankfully, he was wearing armor so the cut wasn't too deep but the point is... I accidently cut an ally. I was concussed and adrenalized and he didn't say he was entering into the hut so I had no way of knowing but thankfully he has forgiven me.
He gave me his scarf to wrap around my eyes and he personally carried my weapons back to camp while guiding my blind self. Once there he saw me to medical and I was rather difficult with the other medics. I insisted that I sew my own lip up... it was something I needed to do...
After I was done with that I was quite upset still and I sat down by the fire and I got a letter, one that tugged at my heart, and I started crying. He comforted me a bit, he made me food, and then gave me a hug.
Later he gave me mead which cheered me up some and then he gave me a beautiful flask with Darkwater Rum in it. Today, he came into my tent when he heard me crying again and he provided me additional comfort. He has been a very kind person and I am thankful for him out here.
There was a dead man on the ground that I'd had to brutally kill for our own survival and when he entered I thought he was another enemy. With the dead man's sword I swung at Merek and I cut the poor man. Thankfully, he was wearing armor so the cut wasn't too deep but the point is... I accidently cut an ally. I was concussed and adrenalized and he didn't say he was entering into the hut so I had no way of knowing but thankfully he has forgiven me.
He gave me his scarf to wrap around my eyes and he personally carried my weapons back to camp while guiding my blind self. Once there he saw me to medical and I was rather difficult with the other medics. I insisted that I sew my own lip up... it was something I needed to do...
After I was done with that I was quite upset still and I sat down by the fire and I got a letter, one that tugged at my heart, and I started crying. He comforted me a bit, he made me food, and then gave me a hug.
Later he gave me mead which cheered me up some and then he gave me a beautiful flask with Darkwater Rum in it. Today, he came into my tent when he heard me crying again and he provided me additional comfort. He has been a very kind person and I am thankful for him out here.
Written By Clara
Sept. 9, 2017, 4:02 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
When I got to Arx I wasn't really expecting to make friends. I was just expecting to help my family defend the Compact. And I'm doing that. I've been getting training, I've been working my ass off to see myself become a stronger person so that I can serve, I've even now been in combat situations. But all of that is in part due to one person that I met during my first week in Arx.
He's sassy. He's funny. I enjoy being around him. But I also enjoy that he isn't afraid to stomp me while I train with him. He doesn't hold back on me becaues I'm tiny, because I look like I'm blind, not for anything. He goes all out and I think if he hadn't been doing that with me... I might be dead today. Because I've had to learn from each time he's knocked me out. Every time I've fought him has been a challenge and everytime I've lost been a lesson all its own.
But he has also been an encouragement to me. He's not just beating me up to beat me up. He's kind and he spares time to help me grow. Its not like he thwaps me upside the head and tells me to get back up and try again. Though... sort of that too. But when I'm having a bad day he's someone I can turn too.
And no, I'm not suffering some silly school girl crush. I'm not in love. But I have found someone I hope will be a part of my life for years to come. Someone who I want to be friends with for a long ass time because I feel respected when I interact with him.
He's sassy. He's funny. I enjoy being around him. But I also enjoy that he isn't afraid to stomp me while I train with him. He doesn't hold back on me becaues I'm tiny, because I look like I'm blind, not for anything. He goes all out and I think if he hadn't been doing that with me... I might be dead today. Because I've had to learn from each time he's knocked me out. Every time I've fought him has been a challenge and everytime I've lost been a lesson all its own.
But he has also been an encouragement to me. He's not just beating me up to beat me up. He's kind and he spares time to help me grow. Its not like he thwaps me upside the head and tells me to get back up and try again. Though... sort of that too. But when I'm having a bad day he's someone I can turn too.
And no, I'm not suffering some silly school girl crush. I'm not in love. But I have found someone I hope will be a part of my life for years to come. Someone who I want to be friends with for a long ass time because I feel respected when I interact with him.
Written By Clara
Sept. 9, 2017, 3:52 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Its like I'm just realizing that its almost always been daylight for me. Even when I was kidnapped as a younger girl I was treated well. I was a prize but I wasn't tortured and though I ended up having to run for hours and then survive in the forest for days... it still pales in comparison to the darkness that seems to be consuming me now.
You could tell me that I'm wrong but the blood that clings to my fingers will never wash off. I will never forget the feeling of slick, warm blood making clumps of hair cling to my hands. Though it was a necessity, though I know I did the best thing for those I wanted to see survive... The ways that the darkness has touched me will forever leave scars on my body and soul.
The first couple kills didn't affect me quite the same. They have each caused different feelings in me. The first one was over so fast. I remember the feeling of his blood splashing onto me, the sight of his guts falling out at my feet, and the sound of his surprised scream... There was a sort of powerful feeling of shock and I realized that it could have been me standing there and I wondered what if it had been me? I started to blame myself because how do you justify killing someone when you're sitting there thinking about how that could have been you dead? I rationalized to myself then, I had to tell myself that though I was covered in his blood he would have been the cause of thousands more deaths.
That wasn't my first encounter with violent death though. I saw my friend fall and break her neck when I was a child. I remember being afraid then, not understanding and just being angry that my friend had been taken from me without warning. I still remember the angle of her head, the swollen purple bruise as she stared blankly while I tried to get her to talk to me.
But still, it was nothing like killing someone myself. At least the second person I had to kill was a crazy and insane monster. Infected by the choices of his people to worship the Darkness that my soul tries hard now to fight against. Its like the darkness is trying to envelop me and every time I swing my Axe I just tangle myself into its grasp.
My friends Whiskey, Mead, and... well another friend, are all helping me get through the nights. Tinctures to help with my battered body and my nightmares but they only do so much for me. The alcohol is like a blanket that temporarily repels the darkness and makes me forget about the blood that will never be gone from beneath nails that no long exist, torn off while I was upset and shedding tears.
Sometimes I want to run. I want to go back to Arx or even all the way back to Stormwall but so much as I want to pack my bags I remain in my tent. A good friend pointed this out to me. He pointed out that I've been sticking through this even though I feel like I am a stranger in my own skin. Without him, I'm not sure what I'd be doing right now but I do know that with his letters I am able to survive the nights.
You could tell me that I'm wrong but the blood that clings to my fingers will never wash off. I will never forget the feeling of slick, warm blood making clumps of hair cling to my hands. Though it was a necessity, though I know I did the best thing for those I wanted to see survive... The ways that the darkness has touched me will forever leave scars on my body and soul.
The first couple kills didn't affect me quite the same. They have each caused different feelings in me. The first one was over so fast. I remember the feeling of his blood splashing onto me, the sight of his guts falling out at my feet, and the sound of his surprised scream... There was a sort of powerful feeling of shock and I realized that it could have been me standing there and I wondered what if it had been me? I started to blame myself because how do you justify killing someone when you're sitting there thinking about how that could have been you dead? I rationalized to myself then, I had to tell myself that though I was covered in his blood he would have been the cause of thousands more deaths.
That wasn't my first encounter with violent death though. I saw my friend fall and break her neck when I was a child. I remember being afraid then, not understanding and just being angry that my friend had been taken from me without warning. I still remember the angle of her head, the swollen purple bruise as she stared blankly while I tried to get her to talk to me.
But still, it was nothing like killing someone myself. At least the second person I had to kill was a crazy and insane monster. Infected by the choices of his people to worship the Darkness that my soul tries hard now to fight against. Its like the darkness is trying to envelop me and every time I swing my Axe I just tangle myself into its grasp.
My friends Whiskey, Mead, and... well another friend, are all helping me get through the nights. Tinctures to help with my battered body and my nightmares but they only do so much for me. The alcohol is like a blanket that temporarily repels the darkness and makes me forget about the blood that will never be gone from beneath nails that no long exist, torn off while I was upset and shedding tears.
Sometimes I want to run. I want to go back to Arx or even all the way back to Stormwall but so much as I want to pack my bags I remain in my tent. A good friend pointed this out to me. He pointed out that I've been sticking through this even though I feel like I am a stranger in my own skin. Without him, I'm not sure what I'd be doing right now but I do know that with his letters I am able to survive the nights.
Written By Silas
Sept. 9, 2017, 3:29 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
IT IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.
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