Written By Marian
Sept. 3, 2017, 6:38 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I find an amazing connection every time we get to spend time together. What started out as pen pals has bloomed into a good friendship.
Written By Marian
Sept. 3, 2017, 6:37 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Any evening where I get to spend it in the company of family and friends is a real treat.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 3, 2017, 6:31 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
My cousin trusts me it seems - she made me one of her voices along with her husband. Hopefully I'll be able to live up to her trust.
Written By Alexis
Sept. 3, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
It's been an exceedingly productive week for me, which is good. And I look forward to truly getting back into the swing of things, so to speak. I'm also excited about upcoming projects, though... Well. I'll save that matter for when it is done.
I only hope Prince Calarian is pleased with his armour, despite it being a rush job.
I only hope Prince Calarian is pleased with his armour, despite it being a rush job.
Written By Preston
Sept. 3, 2017, 6:04 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
We have often had bad words to say about one another, but I hope perhaps we have turned a page. Maybe. His company is certainly not terrible, and his dedication is admirable.
Written By Preston
Sept. 3, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
In inviting me on the mission with the Abandoned, and in the mission in general, the princess has shown herself consistently a friend of the Faith.
Written By Gaston
Sept. 3, 2017, 5:53 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
It seems my plight has been solved, and Oeric is now resting in peace. Still, it is a shame that the wards on the forest have been broken. The certain... Other worldliness of it's nature now lost forever.
Written By Brianna
Sept. 3, 2017, 5:49 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I cannot say enough how grateful I am for my cousin's diligent work for Whitehold. There could not have been a better representation of our House in the city, nor one who would work as tirelessly for the Compact and the North. While I was off on my own search, I knew that the Voice of Halfshav would be better served with Khanne's. I do not intend to come back and take anything from her, but if there is any way that I can help, I am here now.
Written By Aodhan
Sept. 3, 2017, 2:14 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clara
I always enjoyed our friendly talks, where we most often than not delve into deeper conversation...especially over a few shots (or a bottle most often) or whiskey.
You have always been there for me, and I for you.
Let's never forsake one another...now that, I would drink to all the days of my life, dear cousin.
You have always been there for me, and I for you.
Let's never forsake one another...now that, I would drink to all the days of my life, dear cousin.
Written By Aodhan
Sept. 3, 2017, 2:09 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clara
You always give the best advice...and continue to be the best drinking partner.
Because you have always been there for me, know that I will always be there for you.
Always.
Because you have always been there for me, know that I will always be there for you.
Always.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 3, 2017, 1:52 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Nicia
Congratulations on your wedding, and blessings of Limerance be upon you. Welcome to the family, Duchess.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 3, 2017, 1:51 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
The Lady Eirlys was brought to Keaton Hall last night, and thankfully I was able to help her. Learning the healing arts has been one of the best decisions of my life. I am so thankful that I am able to bring some relief to those who are hurting, and am able to fix what has been hurt. I thank the gods for the gifts I have been given in my steady hands and ability to recall things clearly at will. I hope that Lady Eirlys recovers quickly, I know that she is eager to go about her duties as Speaker for the new Princess.
Written By Serafine
Sept. 3, 2017, 1:48 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
What the Abyss do you do to fight a spreading ink-stain in the ocean? Kill the source? All I'm imagining is a giant, ancient squid with the worst case of the runs the Gods have ever seen. If putting it out of its misery will keep it from getting worse, well-
<there's a drawing of a very distressed squid at the bottom of the page, with giant X's for eyes, it's 'mouth' wide and comical but clearly in pain, its tentacles are spread out and flailing with a giant blob of black water escaping it, wrapping around it, and taking over the rest of the page. It ends rather in the middle of things; the ink splotches suggest a Scholar snatched the quill away.>
<there's a drawing of a very distressed squid at the bottom of the page, with giant X's for eyes, it's 'mouth' wide and comical but clearly in pain, its tentacles are spread out and flailing with a giant blob of black water escaping it, wrapping around it, and taking over the rest of the page. It ends rather in the middle of things; the ink splotches suggest a Scholar snatched the quill away.>
Written By Kael
Sept. 3, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Many congratulations to my Laurent liege. May your marriage be all that you hope for and may Limerance shine upon you.
Written By Alexis
Sept. 3, 2017, 1:13 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
A week of revelations. I always prided myself on living my life openly, and on not having use for the black journals. My confessions were told in plain view. I can acknowledge when I mess up. I hold no deep secrets in my heart.
But to serve Vellichor is to ensure that knowledge remains when you are gone, and so, here I am, looking at the chamber of confessions, where the scribes bring people to record their innermost thoughts.
Part of growth is realising one's mistakes, and rectifying them. I have been arrogant. Not all things I would record is for all men and women to see.
But to serve Vellichor is to ensure that knowledge remains when you are gone, and so, here I am, looking at the chamber of confessions, where the scribes bring people to record their innermost thoughts.
Part of growth is realising one's mistakes, and rectifying them. I have been arrogant. Not all things I would record is for all men and women to see.
Written By Shard
Sept. 3, 2017, 12:53 p.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
While there will certainly be tribes that don't join up, I highly doubt the reason will be because they don't see the threat. It's possible, of course, but it's hard to survive long out there in any capacity if you ignore something like the growing strength of a warlord, let alone one as unique and blatantly dangerous as this. And while his danger has been something relatively newly known to the Compact, for reasons largely beyond your control, the Abandoned have been contending with the reality of his growing reach for decades. Not in this area, sure, but stories and rumors spread as fast as refugees. Even those who haven't heard of him will remember Brand's mark; you won't find many, if any, that won't take the matter seriously. The real problem is if they consider the Compact the greater threat to their lives. Convincing them that's not true will be the real task. Proving it's not true might be damn near impossible in the long run. We'll see.
Written By Calarian
Sept. 3, 2017, 10:12 a.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
The Valorous Few have reclaimed the bounty set on Tild. House Grayson rewards cooperation from our criminals with generous outcomes. It is when we are challenged, that the snarling griffin emerges.
Written By Eleyna
Sept. 3, 2017, 9:03 a.m.(2/21/1007 AR)
I drank whisky at the Redrain Fealty dinner that Talen and I might have crashed.
I was not prepared. I was not at all prepared.
That is all.
Why is the world so loud and bright?
I was not prepared. I was not at all prepared.
That is all.
Why is the world so loud and bright?
Written By Preston
Sept. 3, 2017, 5:54 a.m.(2/20/1007 AR)
The Faith is happy to help this mission to the Gray Forest - the Templars are happy to help - but I worry about the consequences and whether people will feel as good after. Once we have spoken to the tribes of the Abandoned, once we have convinced all who can be to join with us, once all that is left are those working for our enemies or those who do not see them as a threat and so will soon fall....
These problems are for after the mission, but we will need to consider how we approach the Abandoned who remain after.
These problems are for after the mission, but we will need to consider how we approach the Abandoned who remain after.
Written By Fatima
Sept. 3, 2017, 5:05 a.m.(2/20/1007 AR)
News of the Darkwater Deeps spreading has caused no small amount of alarm for us Thraxians. It's headed straight for the isles and sooner than later this scourge will be upon us. Renewed efforts are being made to ensure that all the isles will be able to weather this storm. Sometimes it takes a crisis to really put things into perspective. My thoughts drift from the isles and to distant Eurus, most especially after recent conversations. I realized in the moment I was speaking with Lord Wash that I care deeply for the suffering of others, and it's been all too easy to ignore it.
To think of the suffering that my people go through at the hands of their tyrannical slavemasters. Worse things happen on a daily occurence, but my mind's eye focuses on the men, women, and children who are born, live and die in chains. That is no life, no life at all and of course I wanted to liberate my people from this fate for no one should have to go through life as chattel to another human being. It contradicts everything I've been raised to believe in, but when I look around my home. I don't see thralls. I don't see men and women who have earned the circumstances they find themselves in. I don't see criminals who labor an honest day's work for penance. I see people in chains, I see slaves. No matter how happy or content they may seem.
Not too long ago I believed that Thralldom was something that should be reformed, and that with the right changes we might even find it to be an acceptable penal system. I lied to myself and ignored the voice in my head telling me that it was wrong. I believed that if I was a traditionalist that I would earn the respect of my fellow Thraxians and honor my ancestors with my deeds. Yet again I was wrong. In my heart of hearts, I don't believe that my father would be proud of me. If the stories of his exploits are true, if Zaina has portrayed the man as accurately as she has, then I think he would be ashamed of me. As a Voice of House Thrax, my will is no longer my own. I live to serve my Liege and I will follow him to the depths of the sea if he told me to. Not just because he inspires me, and I honor my oaths but because he's my blood. Somewhere along the way I lost respect for myself, and I lied to myself about that too.
I can't live like this any longer, I can't continue to be someone I am not. If I want to be the breaker of chains, then it begins here in Arvum. I am making it my life's goal to see that every thrall who would pick up blade, spear, bow, ropes, hammer, needle, or compass stands beside the brave men and women of Thrax who fight for our survival. Let this white serve as a reminder that I will not rest until Thralldom has been abolished and it's practices stricken from the Isles. Every last man, woman, and child deserves to live a free life and die by the choices they have been empowered to make. Then, and only then will I set my sights on Petrioch, only then can I truly be the woman I was meant to be. May the Gods forgive me, may my mother and father forgive me. May those whom I have let down forgive me, and may they forgive me for the difficult times ahead.
To think of the suffering that my people go through at the hands of their tyrannical slavemasters. Worse things happen on a daily occurence, but my mind's eye focuses on the men, women, and children who are born, live and die in chains. That is no life, no life at all and of course I wanted to liberate my people from this fate for no one should have to go through life as chattel to another human being. It contradicts everything I've been raised to believe in, but when I look around my home. I don't see thralls. I don't see men and women who have earned the circumstances they find themselves in. I don't see criminals who labor an honest day's work for penance. I see people in chains, I see slaves. No matter how happy or content they may seem.
Not too long ago I believed that Thralldom was something that should be reformed, and that with the right changes we might even find it to be an acceptable penal system. I lied to myself and ignored the voice in my head telling me that it was wrong. I believed that if I was a traditionalist that I would earn the respect of my fellow Thraxians and honor my ancestors with my deeds. Yet again I was wrong. In my heart of hearts, I don't believe that my father would be proud of me. If the stories of his exploits are true, if Zaina has portrayed the man as accurately as she has, then I think he would be ashamed of me. As a Voice of House Thrax, my will is no longer my own. I live to serve my Liege and I will follow him to the depths of the sea if he told me to. Not just because he inspires me, and I honor my oaths but because he's my blood. Somewhere along the way I lost respect for myself, and I lied to myself about that too.
I can't live like this any longer, I can't continue to be someone I am not. If I want to be the breaker of chains, then it begins here in Arvum. I am making it my life's goal to see that every thrall who would pick up blade, spear, bow, ropes, hammer, needle, or compass stands beside the brave men and women of Thrax who fight for our survival. Let this white serve as a reminder that I will not rest until Thralldom has been abolished and it's practices stricken from the Isles. Every last man, woman, and child deserves to live a free life and die by the choices they have been empowered to make. Then, and only then will I set my sights on Petrioch, only then can I truly be the woman I was meant to be. May the Gods forgive me, may my mother and father forgive me. May those whom I have let down forgive me, and may they forgive me for the difficult times ahead.
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