Written By Saedrus
Aug. 13, 2017, 9:13 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Utterly incredible. His Grace, Prince Edain did a spectacular job of hosting the event, and every one of the competitors gave it their all--
-- though some could have stood to not give quite so much.
It was something to watch. I must give credit to the healers present too-- Sister Thena, Prince Sophie, Lady Reigna and Lady Caelis amongst many others did a incredible job. I cannot thank them, and the Mercies enough for their tireless efforts.
-- though some could have stood to not give quite so much.
It was something to watch. I must give credit to the healers present too-- Sister Thena, Prince Sophie, Lady Reigna and Lady Caelis amongst many others did a incredible job. I cannot thank them, and the Mercies enough for their tireless efforts.
Written By Caelis
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:59 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Watching the tournament was remarkable. I am happy to see it come to it's conclusion. I'm struck by how many fought till they dropped of their wounds. Over all, it's good to see other warriors exert themselves for love of martial training. I was also impressed with how well Prince Edain managed to run such massive events. He's clearly very skilled at organizing people. He's impressive. I've enjoyed witnessing such grand events.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Dante
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:49 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Although I cannot really yet call him a friend, we have not had much time together, but he is an interesting character whom I'd like to spar one on one with and perhaps make plans to help out the Velenosians.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:40 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Sketches, labeled 'masquerade'.
A heart encircles the canvas entire.
A chain, looping across the top of the canvas and doubling back to appear to break near the center. From this broken link, a sharp, elongated star or explosion, its farthest points closing off the top right edge of the canvas.
A line of human teeth ridged along the bottom of the canvas. A smaller heart along the right edge with the word "Mae" written inside it. A rough uncoiled serpentine line left of the center, heavy and disruptive.
A heart encircles the canvas entire.
A chain, looping across the top of the canvas and doubling back to appear to break near the center. From this broken link, a sharp, elongated star or explosion, its farthest points closing off the top right edge of the canvas.
A line of human teeth ridged along the bottom of the canvas. A smaller heart along the right edge with the word "Mae" written inside it. A rough uncoiled serpentine line left of the center, heavy and disruptive.
Written By Luca
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
You've very rarely been more beautiful than standing fierce against so many and unwavering as the mightiest of Grayson legends. My wife folks. Gods I'm a lucky son of a bitch.
Written By Luca
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:21 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Some have wondered why I didn't join this latest grand melee.
One, I'm trying to be responsible for once and going on patrol shortly regarding the demonic wolves.
Two, I knew Ribbons would represent Grayson better even than I could and would win for her team.
Three, I was sleepy. I got to the fight in back rows to see my wife stomp ass before she was finally taken down by her own, but I SO didn't want to roll out of bed for the start of it. Gotta live up to my Luca the Lazy title some days.
One, I'm trying to be responsible for once and going on patrol shortly regarding the demonic wolves.
Two, I knew Ribbons would represent Grayson better even than I could and would win for her team.
Three, I was sleepy. I got to the fight in back rows to see my wife stomp ass before she was finally taken down by her own, but I SO didn't want to roll out of bed for the start of it. Gotta live up to my Luca the Lazy title some days.
Written By Serafine
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Ow.
Written By Marian
Aug. 13, 2017, 6:38 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
It is a very odd thing to be on the other side of the stands and not in the grand melee, watching people I normally fight side by side with cross blades without me.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 13, 2017, 6:37 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
No, I am not getting out of bed. Not even for the tournament.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 13, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
So with the sore throat has come body aches. I must be getting sick. Send soup and tea. Or ... well I guess I can send for it. Make sure your messengers don't breathe around me, yes?
Written By Calypso
Aug. 13, 2017, 6:11 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Lessons learned:
Winter storms are no small matter.
Lord Estaban is an excellent swimmer.
I'm not nearly as talented a sailor as I thought I was.
I'm glad you didn't die.
Winter storms are no small matter.
Lord Estaban is an excellent swimmer.
I'm not nearly as talented a sailor as I thought I was.
I'm glad you didn't die.
Written By Shard
Aug. 13, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Winter is the worrying season. The testing season. The dying season. The season where things go wrong, and you're left with whatever you managed to do and keep and learn in previous seasons to sustain you, and to see if that's actually enough.
It's not like that here, and it leaves me feeling constantly twitchy and restless, like there are things I'm meant to be doing that I'm not. It's not that I don't have work flowing out of my ears, that I can't keep myself busy, but that it's not the right work. Working numbers on a page, running contracts and keeping the others in line doesn't feel like Winter's work, and it gets under my skin in ways that drive me a little mad. I don't sleep well in the winter since coming to Arx. It's both too quiet and too noisy. Too warm. My stomach is too full--work that one out. Even when we're out on contract, it doesn't feel quite right.
I'll be glad when spring comes again. I hate winters since coming to the city.
It's not like that here, and it leaves me feeling constantly twitchy and restless, like there are things I'm meant to be doing that I'm not. It's not that I don't have work flowing out of my ears, that I can't keep myself busy, but that it's not the right work. Working numbers on a page, running contracts and keeping the others in line doesn't feel like Winter's work, and it gets under my skin in ways that drive me a little mad. I don't sleep well in the winter since coming to Arx. It's both too quiet and too noisy. Too warm. My stomach is too full--work that one out. Even when we're out on contract, it doesn't feel quite right.
I'll be glad when spring comes again. I hate winters since coming to the city.
Written By Christine
Aug. 13, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Balance of my stay at Arx:
I've met a few delightful people.
I've been in a ritual of the Thirteen.
I got a beautiful dress and a horrible scarf.
And I still want a welcome party.
I've met a few delightful people.
I've been in a ritual of the Thirteen.
I got a beautiful dress and a horrible scarf.
And I still want a welcome party.
Written By Alexis
Aug. 13, 2017, 4:38 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
The Grand Melee is tonight, and two winners will be declared - the most stylish and accomplished fighter, and the last person standing.
I don't expect to win either of them, frankly. The line-up is intimidating. But I intend to fight my best for Valardin, for Wyrmguard, for Gloria and for Limerance.
I don't expect to win either of them, frankly. The line-up is intimidating. But I intend to fight my best for Valardin, for Wyrmguard, for Gloria and for Limerance.
Written By Preston
Aug. 13, 2017, 4:32 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
As well as wise, Orazio seems to always be one step ahead of whatever anyone is thinking. That kind of insight is going to be vital to the Faith as we face the new year.
Written By Preston
Aug. 13, 2017, 4:31 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
Ailith allowed Preston to wear her favour in the Tournament of Roses jousting. Sadly Preston didn't bring it much honour, and went out in the first round. But it is important that the faith support each other.
Written By Leola
Aug. 13, 2017, 4:29 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
His Grace, Prince Edain of Sanctum, High Lord of Valardin,
I do apologise, but your face when you realised you were speaking to an untitled commoner was one I will treasure. I know the nobility are prevalent in Arx, and there is the assumption of title; that the Lodge might be seen as knights-to-be and that I would be the master of this; but it was sadly mistaken. Your discomfort was not meant as insult, I am aware, but it is a joy to the heart of a lowly disciple of Petrichor to see High Lord expect the natural order so readily.
I do apologise, but your face when you realised you were speaking to an untitled commoner was one I will treasure. I know the nobility are prevalent in Arx, and there is the assumption of title; that the Lodge might be seen as knights-to-be and that I would be the master of this; but it was sadly mistaken. Your discomfort was not meant as insult, I am aware, but it is a joy to the heart of a lowly disciple of Petrichor to see High Lord expect the natural order so readily.
Written By Leola
Aug. 13, 2017, 4:22 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
It's been years. Since before the siege, we worked on this. The ground has been broken, the walls constructed, our tower risen.
The Lodge of Petrichor stands in the Gray Forest.
We're seeing a semi-regular passage of folk moving through, even in the winter. We're delivering meat to Arx on a semi-regular basis which is providing us a small income. I'm preparing a hunt; something in the depths of winter, to show the charitable and generous nature of the nobility that call Arx home. I'm advertising my services and seeking to hone my own skills. Finally, I seem to be moving past this winter of my soul; for all snow lies on the ground, I feel warm within.
The Lodge of Petrichor stands in the Gray Forest.
We're seeing a semi-regular passage of folk moving through, even in the winter. We're delivering meat to Arx on a semi-regular basis which is providing us a small income. I'm preparing a hunt; something in the depths of winter, to show the charitable and generous nature of the nobility that call Arx home. I'm advertising my services and seeking to hone my own skills. Finally, I seem to be moving past this winter of my soul; for all snow lies on the ground, I feel warm within.
Written By Edain
Aug. 13, 2017, 4:03 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
The Jousting Final's could not have been more exciting. Master Tristan's eventually victory comes as a surprise to no one, but there were so many stories that played out as the tourney unfolded. There are some many stories I could talk about, and I will. Everyone performed boldly and with skill and honored themselves and their opponents.
Sir Tarrant Moore, only just arrived in the city made a brilliant performance and I think he's made a name for himself that is going to be on the people's lips for some time now. I look forward to seeing more of this Knight's achievements in the days to come.
However, Herald Steve tilting against Dame Esoka warmed my heart greatly. The Dame was gracious in victory, and Herald Steve was gracious in defeat.
Sir Tarrant Moore, only just arrived in the city made a brilliant performance and I think he's made a name for himself that is going to be on the people's lips for some time now. I look forward to seeing more of this Knight's achievements in the days to come.
However, Herald Steve tilting against Dame Esoka warmed my heart greatly. The Dame was gracious in victory, and Herald Steve was gracious in defeat.
Written By Aislin
Aug. 13, 2017, 3:53 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
It's been months now, and the loss of Niamh is starting to fade to a dull ache. It feels like I'm finally getting used to her absence. I almost don't want it to; it feels like pain when you lose someone should last longer, somehow.
But wounds heal, given time. There'll always be a scar there -- a part of myself I'll never wholly get back -- but I no longer feel a stabbing loss when I look over and see her chest of things piled in my room. Or when I climb up into the treehouse, and remember our first 'adventure' together.
But she'll never be fully forgotten. And someday, when I find a griffon and set off an an aerial adventure for real, I'll remember that first adventure we had together, making up wild stories in the treehouse.
I'll remember, and I'll think of you.
But wounds heal, given time. There'll always be a scar there -- a part of myself I'll never wholly get back -- but I no longer feel a stabbing loss when I look over and see her chest of things piled in my room. Or when I climb up into the treehouse, and remember our first 'adventure' together.
But she'll never be fully forgotten. And someday, when I find a griffon and set off an an aerial adventure for real, I'll remember that first adventure we had together, making up wild stories in the treehouse.
I'll remember, and I'll think of you.
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