Written By Shard
Aug. 22, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(1/26/1007 AR)
There's nothing I can do. Anything I try will make it more likely to happen. There's nothing I can do.
*the rest of the page is ripped out.*
*the rest of the page is ripped out.*
Written By Edward
Aug. 22, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Went out into the world today to deal with some cultists with an unlikely group of companions. I learned three things. Blood slides are gross. Bodies make squelching sounds when you hit them hard enough. And begin stabbed still sucks.
Oh. Four things. Friendly fire isn't.
Oh. Four things. Friendly fire isn't.
Written By Merek
Aug. 22, 2017, 9:27 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
All I want is for people to get along, for no one to kill each other, for some kindness in the world. I am tired of the nightmares that seem to haunt me since the siege, watching the Shav'Arvani all slain. Pools of blood which flow so easy, and many lives that once were people. This is never what I wanted when I came to Arx. I came to be a Merchant. I thought protecting the city would be exciting, honorable, all I've found is nightmares, and solace in a flask of whiskey. I am sorry for those that I've upset with my words. I just wish I could change the world.
Written By Aiden
Aug. 22, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
After all the support I've given you, after all the gratitude I have shown you... this is how you repay me?
I shall not call you friend henceforth - you have broken my heart.
I shall not call you friend henceforth - you have broken my heart.
Written By Corban
Aug. 22, 2017, 8:59 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
It has been days of intense sparring.
First, I participated in Princess Reese's "grand melee," which turned out to be very much like a game of defend the princess. I was paired with Prince Luca and Prince Antonio, and I played my traditional role of front-line combatant. That meant I was first to fall, but it was all in service of a victory over a far-numerically-superior force on the other side. I also think we may have been Evil Pirates in this scenario, but I never quite caught onto the roleplaying.
Second, I sparred with the Marquessa Dominique Wyrmguard. We were an equal match for one another, and a perhaps-misguided attempt to press her attack opened her up to my blows and allowed me to secure victory. Nonetheless, she appears as honorable a warrior as they come, and I look forward to speaking with her in the future.
First, I participated in Princess Reese's "grand melee," which turned out to be very much like a game of defend the princess. I was paired with Prince Luca and Prince Antonio, and I played my traditional role of front-line combatant. That meant I was first to fall, but it was all in service of a victory over a far-numerically-superior force on the other side. I also think we may have been Evil Pirates in this scenario, but I never quite caught onto the roleplaying.
Second, I sparred with the Marquessa Dominique Wyrmguard. We were an equal match for one another, and a perhaps-misguided attempt to press her attack opened her up to my blows and allowed me to secure victory. Nonetheless, she appears as honorable a warrior as they come, and I look forward to speaking with her in the future.
Written By Orazio
Aug. 22, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
She remains one of my truest friends, although I see her not nearly often enough. It was my pleasure to have a glass of wine with her, recently, and catch up on how each of us was doing since the last time we saw one another. Which, again, has been far too long. How easy it is to get so caught up in what must be done that you forget to do the things you enjoy, including time with those whose company you most enjoy.
I should be better about this in the future.
I should be better about this in the future.
Written By Cristoph
Aug. 22, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
You roast the chicken.
Written By Driskell
Aug. 22, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
It's been some time since I've written, the trip south took far longer than expected as well as the issues which struck house Darkwater and it simply is impossible to write when one is floating from a wrecked ship for days. Transferring from ship to ship at the various isles until I reached Arx and then I went up the streets to enter the halls of Darkwater Reach.
The tides rise and fall and while the ships dip down the horizon into the deep, new lands and adventures await. I wonder where my ship will land, now that I'm in new waters. Do I seek out my High Lord? The new Countess of Darkwater? Become Godsworn? Heat up my skillet and make a really good roasted pulled chicken meal with rice?
...I wonder.
The tides rise and fall and while the ships dip down the horizon into the deep, new lands and adventures await. I wonder where my ship will land, now that I'm in new waters. Do I seek out my High Lord? The new Countess of Darkwater? Become Godsworn? Heat up my skillet and make a really good roasted pulled chicken meal with rice?
...I wonder.
Written By Monique
Aug. 22, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Dinner tonight in the newly-completed Forest Solar at Greenmarch Lodge! It is a wonder, in no small part to the wooden finery I acquired from Mistress Petal!
Let us see how well my guests like stealing their supper in a forest bower!
Let us see how well my guests like stealing their supper in a forest bower!
Written By Merek
Aug. 22, 2017, 1:54 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
This Coldrain woman was kind enough to help teach me more about investigative techniques, which will be quite useful as a scholar. I also hope to support her endeavors to make jewelry for folk, as she's one of the best jewel crafter in the city that I know of.
Written By Raphael
Aug. 22, 2017, 1:05 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
Raphael looks into the mirror to get a better look at what his face looks like after what just happened. He shook his head to the left and then to the right examining all the angles of the black around his eye. He does remember what hit him as he was barely half way done with his beer when he was ripped and dropped to the ground and punched right in the eye. The good news is that it wasn't just him, there were others. He thinks back for a moment and realized that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and therefore ended in some blackness.
Written By Dominique
Aug. 22, 2017, 1 p.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
I have returned from some much-needed time away at Blancbier, and I stand more ready than ever to protect my people and my liege-lands from the forces that threaten them, and the Compact at large. I cannot say what that palpable melancholy was prior to my trip home (perhaps grief for Damon compounded by a deep homesickness) but the mountain air vanquished it completely. I have a clear mind and a renewed purpose.
All this marital mess is on hold indefinitely. Such negotiations serve only to cloud the mind in the face of much more pressing issues.
All this marital mess is on hold indefinitely. Such negotiations serve only to cloud the mind in the face of much more pressing issues.
Written By Leona
Aug. 22, 2017, 11:32 a.m.(1/25/1007 AR)
From time to time I am asked about my mentor. So many want to know what he taught me, how he taught me. Others want stories of amazing heroism, and I could tell those all day long. But there are better stories. And there is one lesson he taught me that I cannot stress enough.
The measure of a person is not in the moment of glory. The moment of success. The true measure comes in that moment of failure. When mistakes, poor choices, terrible tactics, misinformation - when it all comes to a head to produce a horrifying failure - when people are dead because of choices you made: What do you do? And therein lies the heart of what makes a man great or coarse. Do you own your mistakes? Do you seek redemption? Do you admit you were wrong, as publicly as the effects of the mistakes you made, and seek redemption? Or do you lie? Do you blame others? Do you attempt to slough it off, as though it were of no matter at all?
There is no deed done that is so secret that no one knows of it or ever will. And I have no time for cowards.
The measure of a person is not in the moment of glory. The moment of success. The true measure comes in that moment of failure. When mistakes, poor choices, terrible tactics, misinformation - when it all comes to a head to produce a horrifying failure - when people are dead because of choices you made: What do you do? And therein lies the heart of what makes a man great or coarse. Do you own your mistakes? Do you seek redemption? Do you admit you were wrong, as publicly as the effects of the mistakes you made, and seek redemption? Or do you lie? Do you blame others? Do you attempt to slough it off, as though it were of no matter at all?
There is no deed done that is so secret that no one knows of it or ever will. And I have no time for cowards.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 22, 2017, 9:29 a.m.(1/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I remain unsure on what mistake Prince Victus made in the shrine that caused the waters to consume our ships, or for himself to be stricken. For my part, I do not blame him - a mistake was made, and he has learnt the lesson it seems, so what purpose does blame serve other than to salve hurt pride and stroke egos?
No. I am actually encouraged. Prince Victus has accepted, owned and now seeks to deal with the problems we face. Were more of his vassals so focused on results and less on pride, he would be served better.
No. I am actually encouraged. Prince Victus has accepted, owned and now seeks to deal with the problems we face. Were more of his vassals so focused on results and less on pride, he would be served better.
Written By Quenia
Aug. 22, 2017, 7:56 a.m.(1/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
I finally found some time to sit down and talk to Lucita and see how she's getting settled in. I'm glad that she went to the Velenosa party the other night in my stead. It's a good way to measure how she'll act as Voice for House Igniseri. I've also assigned her some tasks for the house, and I hope that she'll manage them with great ease, though she seemed dubious. I think she just needs to find a steady foothold here, and then she'll flourish. I hope to help her with that as much as I can, even if I'm still trying to find steady ground with which to rest my own two feet as well.
Written By Lou
Aug. 22, 2017, 7:53 a.m.(1/24/1007 AR)
I attended Reese's mock battle last night. It was all great fun, however I'm fairly certain that Luca has held a tight grudge against that one damn arrow finding his ass! For not only did he come after me himself, a warrior against my archery skills, but he instructed the others to come after me as well. He thought me the weak link - but I'm not as weak as he might have guessed.
I am reminded that I need to go to him for weapons training. In the meantime... I wonder what kind of snake... well, no... that'd be punishing Reese and I've no need to do that. Sigh. Maybe frogs in his shoes then...
I am reminded that I need to go to him for weapons training. In the meantime... I wonder what kind of snake... well, no... that'd be punishing Reese and I've no need to do that. Sigh. Maybe frogs in his shoes then...
Written By Halsim
Aug. 22, 2017, 4:04 a.m.(1/24/1007 AR)
The Inquisition is working on understanding what happened and cleaning it up.
Hopefully, this is the last of this form of... event.
Hopefully, this is the last of this form of... event.
Written By Victus
Aug. 21, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(1/24/1007 AR)
Now that I have some color back in my face I feel obliged to give my own thoughts on what's happened.
The fault of the horrible mistake made at the Shrine of Mangata is mine alone. Were I more attentive to my own prayers to the Goddess and had the self-control to keep my head in check while I was speaking to them, maybe that monster never would have come here. I don't know why, I'm not even sure of the how, but I know what happened is my burden to bear.
To the people of Thrax, you can rest the weight of our sailor's deaths on my shoulders. I know how all of you suffer the moment I laid eyes on my cousin's body. I will carry that suffering with me and as is my responsibility now, I'll find justice down to every last fucking man.
Don't fear the anger, because I sure as shit am not fearing my regret. Let it be what drives you forward in the weeks and months to come that we rebuild, gather our strength and raise up from the ashes better than we've ever been. Never forget the why, the who and what can be done about it. Many have tried to break us, no amount of tentacles will be what tears us down so long as the Isles stands.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
The fault of the horrible mistake made at the Shrine of Mangata is mine alone. Were I more attentive to my own prayers to the Goddess and had the self-control to keep my head in check while I was speaking to them, maybe that monster never would have come here. I don't know why, I'm not even sure of the how, but I know what happened is my burden to bear.
To the people of Thrax, you can rest the weight of our sailor's deaths on my shoulders. I know how all of you suffer the moment I laid eyes on my cousin's body. I will carry that suffering with me and as is my responsibility now, I'll find justice down to every last fucking man.
Don't fear the anger, because I sure as shit am not fearing my regret. Let it be what drives you forward in the weeks and months to come that we rebuild, gather our strength and raise up from the ashes better than we've ever been. Never forget the why, the who and what can be done about it. Many have tried to break us, no amount of tentacles will be what tears us down so long as the Isles stands.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
Written By Rook
Aug. 21, 2017, 8:39 p.m.(1/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of 'mmm, taxes!'
On a more serious note, you do good work for yourself, your family and your liege - you should be proud if even half of what I've heard is true.
On a more serious note, you do good work for yourself, your family and your liege - you should be proud if even half of what I've heard is true.
Written By Mydas
Aug. 21, 2017, 8:27 p.m.(1/23/1007 AR)
Aviaron's mines are more numerous than ever, thanks to the support of faithful allies. Silver, gold, copper and iron flow like rivers from the depths, and the finest steel is forged from the furnaces. When I return to Arx, it will be with mind content of the progress made within my homeland.
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