Written By Regla
June 20, 2017, 8:32 p.m.(9/9/1006 AR)
I really like this city. REALLY like it.
Written By Turo
June 20, 2017, 2:42 p.m.(9/9/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Quirin
I take my patience from you and my world view from my mother. I had never agreed upon everything you did, but I know why you did it. And it was that understanding that allowed me to understand who you were as a man. Whatever else I might've thought, our politics, our views on many things, as much as they might've differed, I always respected what you thought and why you thought it. I only hoped that you had thought the same of me.
You never quite the same after Valors died. It wasn't hard to tell that you had poured everything that you were into him. It wasn't that I felt like you loved Estil, myself, or Regla any less than him, I simply felt that you knew that if Navegant was going to survive, be more than what it already was, you needed a protege. Just as pleased as you were with Valors, I knew that you were proud of me when I became Admiral of the Fleet. It was never a competition, at least, I never felt that way. It was if you had known exactly what would happen when it did. As if you had some kind of foresight the rest of lacked. I don't know whether Mangata had given you a gift, a curse, or it was something you had gained from a lifetime of experience. Experience that I could sorely use right now.
I wish I had known. When I came to Arx, I had simply thought that everything you hadn't done, or didn't wish to do, was done more out of laziness or inactivity. Which jarred me, knowing that was not the man that I knew when you had left Escuma. I could not see you, or perhaps you didn't wish for me to see you as you were. I had hoped, prayed even, that you talk to me at least once when I had arrived. All I received in return was silence. I won't deny that I was angry at you for it, that I believed you had brought me here solely to marry me to some one that would bring a good alliance to Navegant. That I was little more than breeding stock or an item to be paraded about like a prize cow. I was angry at you for that, but maybe, now that you're gone that wasn't the case.
That you had brought me here because you knew the end was coming, that someone had to be here. That with Valors gone, the task fell to me, and you knew it wasn't a task that I had ever wanted or sought out. I was never trained for it, never prepared. I can arrange the fleet, I can I steer a ship with the best of them, I can fight tooth and nail with every fiber of my being for this house and this family. But running it? I doubt myself more than I care to admit. So I wish, when you brought me here, you had told me. Told me you were ill. Told me something, anything. But there was only silence. Perhaps that was your way, you let your children sink or swim, because those would be the strongest memories they would remember. Or maybe you simply had no desire for your children to see you in such a state. You should know that your children would not care, even if you did. Your children will always love you, despite the ass you had a tendency of being.
So, father, I will do what I can, as I have no other alternative in the matter. I will lead Navegant, eventually I will marry once I find a woman that's willing to put with me. But I won't let this house fall to the wayside. You wanted greater things for us, because what father doesn't want to leave the place better than what he had left it. This is not the end of Navegant. Navegant may change, but that may be in part of my thinking and partially by the times and events we currently live in. I know I may never do as good a job as you, or that you might never approve of the decisions that I make, but I can only hope that you'll understand why I did them and for the reasons that I believe were right ones.
And in the end, thank you. For perhaps not being the father I ever wanted, but for being the one that I needed. I am not you, nor am I Valors, and the shoes of both of you seem so much larger today than they were yesterday. All I can hope for is that Mangata accepts you into her embrace and that one day, you'll ask me how I did. I hope I can reply positively.
Until then, I love you, father. I will miss you. More than you will know. And I'm sorry for thinking so ill of you when I did. This family does not need to grow any smaller.
Forever your son,
Turo
You never quite the same after Valors died. It wasn't hard to tell that you had poured everything that you were into him. It wasn't that I felt like you loved Estil, myself, or Regla any less than him, I simply felt that you knew that if Navegant was going to survive, be more than what it already was, you needed a protege. Just as pleased as you were with Valors, I knew that you were proud of me when I became Admiral of the Fleet. It was never a competition, at least, I never felt that way. It was if you had known exactly what would happen when it did. As if you had some kind of foresight the rest of lacked. I don't know whether Mangata had given you a gift, a curse, or it was something you had gained from a lifetime of experience. Experience that I could sorely use right now.
I wish I had known. When I came to Arx, I had simply thought that everything you hadn't done, or didn't wish to do, was done more out of laziness or inactivity. Which jarred me, knowing that was not the man that I knew when you had left Escuma. I could not see you, or perhaps you didn't wish for me to see you as you were. I had hoped, prayed even, that you talk to me at least once when I had arrived. All I received in return was silence. I won't deny that I was angry at you for it, that I believed you had brought me here solely to marry me to some one that would bring a good alliance to Navegant. That I was little more than breeding stock or an item to be paraded about like a prize cow. I was angry at you for that, but maybe, now that you're gone that wasn't the case.
That you had brought me here because you knew the end was coming, that someone had to be here. That with Valors gone, the task fell to me, and you knew it wasn't a task that I had ever wanted or sought out. I was never trained for it, never prepared. I can arrange the fleet, I can I steer a ship with the best of them, I can fight tooth and nail with every fiber of my being for this house and this family. But running it? I doubt myself more than I care to admit. So I wish, when you brought me here, you had told me. Told me you were ill. Told me something, anything. But there was only silence. Perhaps that was your way, you let your children sink or swim, because those would be the strongest memories they would remember. Or maybe you simply had no desire for your children to see you in such a state. You should know that your children would not care, even if you did. Your children will always love you, despite the ass you had a tendency of being.
So, father, I will do what I can, as I have no other alternative in the matter. I will lead Navegant, eventually I will marry once I find a woman that's willing to put with me. But I won't let this house fall to the wayside. You wanted greater things for us, because what father doesn't want to leave the place better than what he had left it. This is not the end of Navegant. Navegant may change, but that may be in part of my thinking and partially by the times and events we currently live in. I know I may never do as good a job as you, or that you might never approve of the decisions that I make, but I can only hope that you'll understand why I did them and for the reasons that I believe were right ones.
And in the end, thank you. For perhaps not being the father I ever wanted, but for being the one that I needed. I am not you, nor am I Valors, and the shoes of both of you seem so much larger today than they were yesterday. All I can hope for is that Mangata accepts you into her embrace and that one day, you'll ask me how I did. I hope I can reply positively.
Until then, I love you, father. I will miss you. More than you will know. And I'm sorry for thinking so ill of you when I did. This family does not need to grow any smaller.
Forever your son,
Turo
Written By Regla
June 20, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
I was told to leave it alone, and I will.
Mostly.
But it's not in me to just forget that my brother, my family, my House, was insulted. Let it be known that we are not nothing. We may be a small House, but that does not make us nothing.
Mark my words...you'll see.
Mostly.
But it's not in me to just forget that my brother, my family, my House, was insulted. Let it be known that we are not nothing. We may be a small House, but that does not make us nothing.
Mark my words...you'll see.
Written By Edward
June 20, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Old wounds ache and new wounds reopen. I feel like I am always healing from something.
Written By Lianne
June 20, 2017, 10:46 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
When last we spoke, you told me that if I have the occasion to ask for anything, I should ask for everything. You told me that I should choose the one who will treat me best. You did nothing by half-measures.
As the mornings start growing colder, I will sit barefoot, sip my coffee, and think of you.
As the mornings start growing colder, I will sit barefoot, sip my coffee, and think of you.
Written By Reigna
June 20, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Today is the day I am married. I have never seen his face or heard his voice or read a word written by his hand.
I wonder who he is? I know his name, I know some of his story. But the man himself? No idea.
Limerance look over me. I do what I must and I will find peace in this as I have in all the choices I have had to make.
Mother is standing there, staring at me impatiently. I am to go collect the gown I will be wearing tonight. I do not recall the last time I had a brand new gown. I shall have to take exceptional care of it.
It is time.
I wonder who he is? I know his name, I know some of his story. But the man himself? No idea.
Limerance look over me. I do what I must and I will find peace in this as I have in all the choices I have had to make.
Mother is standing there, staring at me impatiently. I am to go collect the gown I will be wearing tonight. I do not recall the last time I had a brand new gown. I shall have to take exceptional care of it.
It is time.
Written By Rymarr
June 20, 2017, 10:04 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
A most unfortunate passing. While many seem to recall the great deal of humor that Niamh Greenmarch put on display, that is not the woman I knew. That is not to say that she did not possess an abundance of humor, but only that I never saw it personally. For me she put on a different display. Lady Niamh was strong, serious, and determined. All traits which I value in another. The few encounters that we did have were to discuss leadership and the fledgling Golden Order that she had dreamt to reality. It was a mission she steadfastly believed in and would pursue.
Above all else, she had compassion and concern for others. At least in my experience. When we spoke of her Order of Gold Dragons, her chief concern was of the potential risks that it could draw upon myself and those closest to me. Few as they may be, the point was made. There would be a great deal of danger and that danger could potentially splash outward to those we care about most. She placed the safety of others before her own and that is all that we can ask of a noble soul.
She will be missed and Arvum will feel her loss.
Above all else, she had compassion and concern for others. At least in my experience. When we spoke of her Order of Gold Dragons, her chief concern was of the potential risks that it could draw upon myself and those closest to me. Few as they may be, the point was made. There would be a great deal of danger and that danger could potentially splash outward to those we care about most. She placed the safety of others before her own and that is all that we can ask of a noble soul.
She will be missed and Arvum will feel her loss.
Written By Rymarr
June 20, 2017, 10:03 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaldur
This lord from House Seliki, a vassal of our own Deepwood, shows a great deal of promise. He is vibrant and enthusiastic. These are both things which Arx needs in abundance right now. While he seems to maintain a youthful exuberance, he does so respectfully. The ability to maintain a presence of civility while also harnessing the power of joy is a valuable commodity in a city that has weathered a great deal these past few years. It is my deepest hope that he will not become jaded by the next calamity and become hardened to the world around him.
We've opened our home to him and he has accepted that offer, so I imagine that we'll have a great deal of opportunity to learn more about each other as time goes on. I have a feeling that he and Zhayla will get along famously.
We've opened our home to him and he has accepted that offer, so I imagine that we'll have a great deal of opportunity to learn more about each other as time goes on. I have a feeling that he and Zhayla will get along famously.
Written By Juliana
June 20, 2017, 9:41 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Sheathe your weapons brother! All is well. I let my pen dream a little dream for me, that is all.
No need for a ruckus on my behalf!
Though it's very kind of you to smile at my bad poetry!
No need for a ruckus on my behalf!
Though it's very kind of you to smile at my bad poetry!
Written By Abbas
June 20, 2017, 8:36 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Thank you Juliana. As I sharpen my axe I cannot help but smile at your poem. Knowing my sweet sister is safe from the carousing scoundrel of the Salt who would seek to rob her of her heart.
Why Fatima was just sharpening her spear while I polished my murder-armor happy to have kept you safe from such terrible threat. Why the things we would do to those who would injure you.
The horrible... terrible things. A rain of entrails.
Still though, I am your brother.. not so romantic next time.
Why Fatima was just sharpening her spear while I polished my murder-armor happy to have kept you safe from such terrible threat. Why the things we would do to those who would injure you.
The horrible... terrible things. A rain of entrails.
Still though, I am your brother.. not so romantic next time.
Written By Saedrus
June 20, 2017, 6:34 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
I met Lady Niamh Greenmarch very early on, when she arrived to the Grotto for an evening of relaxation. She was a kind woman, and unfathomably brave when she wished to be; she was a woman would could have overcome the darkness itself with a laugh. Though I think she took too much joy in saying things to see me blush or try to turn a conversation away from a topic that made her laugh, I would take the embarrassment a thousand times over if it meant she might walk back into the Grotto in her armour, and a smile, and tell me I need to take a moment just to breath. I will miss her, as so many others will, and so many others will no doubt miss her more than I do for reasons much deeper than my own. I just hope wherever she is, she is at peace.
Written By Carita
June 20, 2017, 6:21 a.m.(9/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaldur
A reminder of freedom and choice.
Written By Turo
June 20, 2017, 12:39 a.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
Thanks for giving me a shot, at least. Not everyone would.
You're a good one.
You're a good one.
Written By Mirari
June 20, 2017, 12:34 a.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
It must be tiring to take everything so utterly seriously.
Written By Khanne
June 19, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Sometimes, it is the unspoken words that ring the loudest and mean the most...
...and are the ones you wish you could say.
...and are the ones you wish you could say.
Written By Sameera
June 19, 2017, 10:44 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
The Prince of Sanctum is interesting. One of the people I find on the interesting side. I rather enjoy the message exchanges. Not quite as tolerable as the Prince of Maelstrom, though.
Written By Juliana
June 19, 2017, 10:42 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
The tide she rises, bringing waves of salt to dizzying peaks
Within the tempest's squall, unseen and battered,
Thrall to the majestic, intemperate beauty of Mangata's fury
I fall, cast unto the sea, adrift
You rise from the depths,
Waves at your command
Hands steady, feet planted
Anchored
Where once there was only the rise, the fall
The sense of drifting, ceaseless tides
Now there is you, my center, holding
My shelter through the storm
You know who you are.
Within the tempest's squall, unseen and battered,
Thrall to the majestic, intemperate beauty of Mangata's fury
I fall, cast unto the sea, adrift
You rise from the depths,
Waves at your command
Hands steady, feet planted
Anchored
Where once there was only the rise, the fall
The sense of drifting, ceaseless tides
Now there is you, my center, holding
My shelter through the storm
You know who you are.
Written By Victus
June 19, 2017, 9:51 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
I'm rooting for your steady recovery, sword. There won't be any to rematch if you wind up dead and I'll be mighty pissed if that ends up coming to pass.
Written By Eirlys
June 19, 2017, 8:24 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
I keep trying to think of what to write, I probably have started this so many times. I don't know what to say..to write.. to do. There are people I have looked up to as I grew up. My brother Fia and our cousin Marian but also you, Niamh. Then when we were under siege you found me at the training area at Telmar and you gave me the house sword to defend the city with, to defend the innocents and those within the wall as well as protect those we swore to protect. You gave me that sword and told me that I should have it during the fight. I had never been so shocked in my life that you would trust me with something so important. When you handed it to me I felt the weight of the responsibility you gave me and I felt the comfort of your trust.
All of those things run through my mind. Watching you fight, watching you ride up when we were coming back from Alis and Fia's wedding. The warrioress you were and the legend (at least to me) you will always be.
Even though all that, the things I remember most? Your smile, the way you laughed. The fact that you let your cousin hang out in your room with your friend instead of telling me to go away. The patience you had at times, the infinite love you had for our family.
I lost so much more than a cousin. This world lost so much more than a fighter.
I love you Niamh. May the afterlife be kind to you, may your soul shine as brightly as it did here on this world.
All of those things run through my mind. Watching you fight, watching you ride up when we were coming back from Alis and Fia's wedding. The warrioress you were and the legend (at least to me) you will always be.
Even though all that, the things I remember most? Your smile, the way you laughed. The fact that you let your cousin hang out in your room with your friend instead of telling me to go away. The patience you had at times, the infinite love you had for our family.
I lost so much more than a cousin. This world lost so much more than a fighter.
I love you Niamh. May the afterlife be kind to you, may your soul shine as brightly as it did here on this world.
Written By Alis
June 19, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Lady Niamh Greenmarch
Sword of Greenmarch
Knight of Valardin
Champion
Knight and Found of the Order of the Golden Dragon
Cousin
They are all the titles I knew you by, but none of them do you justice. When Fiachra and I teach our children about the heroes of our people, your name will feature brightly among them. You, who stood for the innocent and championed justice, and stood as a beacon against the dark. And they will also know that you were beloved by all who really knew you. That your smile could brighten a day, and your wit and ferocity during battle could turn a tide. We will all miss you. But you will never be forgotten.
Sword of Greenmarch
Knight of Valardin
Champion
Knight and Found of the Order of the Golden Dragon
Cousin
They are all the titles I knew you by, but none of them do you justice. When Fiachra and I teach our children about the heroes of our people, your name will feature brightly among them. You, who stood for the innocent and championed justice, and stood as a beacon against the dark. And they will also know that you were beloved by all who really knew you. That your smile could brighten a day, and your wit and ferocity during battle could turn a tide. We will all miss you. But you will never be forgotten.
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