Written By Anze
June 18, 2017, 2:32 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Something I think is an important thing for nobles to do is occasionally work on maintaining their armor themselves. While its nice to have a squire or proper smiths to look over their equipment, there is something familiar and intimate about maintaining the equipment that will keep you alive yourself.
Written By Alexis
June 18, 2017, 2:31 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Jhond
307 marks.
It's a record that will stand for some time. Possibly forever.
master Jhond Whisper remains an elegant and courteous man. And I am grateful for his aid.
A bit of a departure from my previous journal, I know. I came here to record master Jhond's impressive tally at the Gauntlet. Hearing of Lady Niamh, her memory had to take precedence.
It's a record that will stand for some time. Possibly forever.
master Jhond Whisper remains an elegant and courteous man. And I am grateful for his aid.
A bit of a departure from my previous journal, I know. I came here to record master Jhond's impressive tally at the Gauntlet. Hearing of Lady Niamh, her memory had to take precedence.
Written By Alexis
June 18, 2017, 2:09 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Lady Niamh Greenmarch greeted me and was kind to me and we spoke of the future, as knights. Of duty, as knights.
She wanted me to aid her order, to help make armour for them. And armour for her.
And we became friends, very quickly. She let me see past the armour she wore for the world. She let me in.
I am grateful for that.
I will honour her memory by striving to live up to the ideals she espoused.
I will be the dragon she told me I could be.
Rest well, Lady Niamh. And thank you, for everything.
She wanted me to aid her order, to help make armour for them. And armour for her.
And we became friends, very quickly. She let me see past the armour she wore for the world. She let me in.
I am grateful for that.
I will honour her memory by striving to live up to the ideals she espoused.
I will be the dragon she told me I could be.
Rest well, Lady Niamh. And thank you, for everything.
Written By Armel
June 18, 2017, 1:47 p.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
You meant more to me than I told anyone. Even you. Our long night-time, our adventures and our joys are my own to keep.
You leave behind a void not easily filled. I did not love how as Aislin did, and would never claim such. But I loved you, and that is a rare thing for me.
Death, you take deeply lately. Treat her well, she deserves that and so much more.
You leave behind a void not easily filled. I did not love how as Aislin did, and would never claim such. But I loved you, and that is a rare thing for me.
Death, you take deeply lately. Treat her well, she deserves that and so much more.
Written By Arthur
June 18, 2017, 1:19 p.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Without her I would still be toiling away in the worst slum of Southport. Now I am in the military, have my own shop, and have a patron. I am a world away from where I was, thanks to her.
Written By Arthur
June 18, 2017, 1:15 p.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
My shop made its first silver today. Someone bought a fine pair of pants with white lacing. Excellent work.
Should I frame the coin or something? Save it to remember later? Hmm.
Should I frame the coin or something? Save it to remember later? Hmm.
Written By Esoka
June 18, 2017, 1:15 p.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
I try to find the words to honor Lady Niamh Greenmarch.
I have nothing that is adequate.
I knew her only a short time. I think we became friends, but I shall always grieve we did not have more time together. She struck me as a fierce warrior, a knight who embodied chivalry and honor, and a woman truly dedicated to fighting for light and righteousness. The loss of her is a wound to the Compact, to all who knew her, and to my own heart.
There will be much to be done and settled in the coming days. Sister Gisele and myself have taken command of the Gold Order and we shall soldier on. Lady Niamh was trying to build something good, and we shall honor her by seeing it through so well as we can. We know she cannot be replaced, though. She was a woman without peer, and I shall try to hold my memory of her close and carry on as she would have wanted.
May the Queen of Endings bring you rest or glory anew, my friend.
I will miss you.
I have nothing that is adequate.
I knew her only a short time. I think we became friends, but I shall always grieve we did not have more time together. She struck me as a fierce warrior, a knight who embodied chivalry and honor, and a woman truly dedicated to fighting for light and righteousness. The loss of her is a wound to the Compact, to all who knew her, and to my own heart.
There will be much to be done and settled in the coming days. Sister Gisele and myself have taken command of the Gold Order and we shall soldier on. Lady Niamh was trying to build something good, and we shall honor her by seeing it through so well as we can. We know she cannot be replaced, though. She was a woman without peer, and I shall try to hold my memory of her close and carry on as she would have wanted.
May the Queen of Endings bring you rest or glory anew, my friend.
I will miss you.
Written By Reese
June 18, 2017, 12:48 p.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Niamh is a fine warrior, a fine knight, a fine woman and fine noble.
She will be greatly missed.
I remember her from when I was just a little warrior who always lost all my spars.
She was always kind to me and had such hope her about her.
I once thought she was invader, when I was over eager to defend the Grayson lands. I am still over eager, but...
I no longer tense up cause someone looks wild and is wearing antlers. Was she wearing antlers?
I don't know why I remember that. Rubicund armor and antlers or something like or maybe I made up the antlers because...
She is a woman of the forest as much as the mansions and estate.
Reese Grayson
She will be greatly missed.
I remember her from when I was just a little warrior who always lost all my spars.
She was always kind to me and had such hope her about her.
I once thought she was invader, when I was over eager to defend the Grayson lands. I am still over eager, but...
I no longer tense up cause someone looks wild and is wearing antlers. Was she wearing antlers?
I don't know why I remember that. Rubicund armor and antlers or something like or maybe I made up the antlers because...
She is a woman of the forest as much as the mansions and estate.
Reese Grayson
Written By Marian
June 18, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Cousins by blood and by blade.
Trained under the same mantle.
Forged by battle to protect.
Tempered by honor to serve.
Swords to our Houses.
I will mourn your passing, because you did not die in battle as was your right.
Trained under the same mantle.
Forged by battle to protect.
Tempered by honor to serve.
Swords to our Houses.
I will mourn your passing, because you did not die in battle as was your right.
Written By Marian
June 18, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Cousins by blood and by blade.
Trained under the same mantle.
Forged by battle to protect.
Tempered by honor to serve.
Swords to our Houses.
I will mourn your passing, because you did not die in battle as was your right.
Trained under the same mantle.
Forged by battle to protect.
Tempered by honor to serve.
Swords to our Houses.
I will mourn your passing, because you did not die in battle as was your right.
Written By Thena
June 18, 2017, 11:19 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Received word this afternoon that Lady Niamh is dead. She was my patron and she believed in me and now she's gone.
I have no other words.
I have no other words.
Written By Aislin
June 18, 2017, 11:16 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
((The handwriting of this entry is far shakier than the usual sure penmanship.))
There's a hole in me.
I'm not someone who falls into relationships easily; in the past, by the time I've realized I could love someone in that way, they were always with some other person. Few have ever approached /me/ of their own violition; possibly because I know that when I'm in the city walls, I'm more stiff -- more serious -- than I ever am out in the field, with the whole world around me. Possibly because of the scar.
Whatever the reason, I'd gotten used to being alone in that sense. And then... then Niamh.
Niamh Greenmarch wasn't someone I would have thought of in that way, had you asked me before we got to know each other better. I met her first when we spoke about clearing the Blight of the Silence from Ashford lands. We met again to discuss folklore and adventure. And I came to enjoy our discussions. And I told her how much I missed exploring -- that the war was keeping me so much in the city walls.
And then one day she asked to see my treehouse, but told me she needed a bit of time alone in it first. When I climbed up later, I found she'd decorated it for an adventure like the ones Harlan and I used to have when we were young. These endearingly clumsy hand-painted backdrops of what were supposed to be the desert of Eurus to the east, some imaginary land of castles and wonder to represent Cardia to the south, the white expanse of the Everwinter to the north, and the mountains to the west. She'd put bedrolls and a lantern, and a hand-drawn map of nothing in particular out.
And she told me we were going to have an adventure, even if I had to stay in the city walls to do so. And asked me where we should go.
We sat there in our campsite and discussed what to do. Where to go, in our little treehouse-world. My griffin from my imaginary childhood adventures, Cloudstriker, was still there, but he couldn't carry two adults in armor on an adventure. So in the end we decided we'd go to the 'mountains' to find another griffin to tame, one to fly Niamh around on our imaginary adventures.
And at the end of that first adventure, she told me she'd like to court me.
I told her yes.
It wasn't always an easy path for us, being something of an adventure in itself. We didn't always agree on everything; no couple does. But she knew that my home would be a safe space -- that she could leave the cares of the world at the door, step inside, and just be Niamh. Nothing else. And I knew that whenever I got fretful or restless, she'd come up with some new puzzle, some new adventure within the walls, for me to solve.
I don't know -- I /can't/ know -- where that road would have led us in time. Whether we would have worked well, or whether it would have ended in pain despite our best intentions, as many relationships do. I want to believe that we could've walked my path in life together.
And now she's gone. There's a part of me, some formerly empty space that I hadn't entirely realized how securely she'd fit herself into, which feels empty now... raw and bleeding, as if something was torn away. As if my nerves are laid bare, exposed to the air, and every single thing I feel is magnified ten times.
I take some solace in the fact that if she looked at peace, her passing must have been a quiet one... that her end didn't come in pain, or terror. I can take solace in the fact that she's on a new adventure -- one into the Shining Lands themselves -- and no doubt one of wonder. But I cannot follow her... and I know she wouldn't want me to.
I know in time, the pain will fade -- as all grief does. And now that we know of the Wheel once again, perhaps we'll find each other again in our next lifetime, or the one after that. I don't believe our ties are cut forever.
And someday, when I'm out there in the wild, and I find a griffin hatchling in truth -- I'll think back and remember the first moment I truly knew someone else loved me, when we were chasing imaginary griffins in a treehouse.
Goodbye, my love... for now.
There's a hole in me.
I'm not someone who falls into relationships easily; in the past, by the time I've realized I could love someone in that way, they were always with some other person. Few have ever approached /me/ of their own violition; possibly because I know that when I'm in the city walls, I'm more stiff -- more serious -- than I ever am out in the field, with the whole world around me. Possibly because of the scar.
Whatever the reason, I'd gotten used to being alone in that sense. And then... then Niamh.
Niamh Greenmarch wasn't someone I would have thought of in that way, had you asked me before we got to know each other better. I met her first when we spoke about clearing the Blight of the Silence from Ashford lands. We met again to discuss folklore and adventure. And I came to enjoy our discussions. And I told her how much I missed exploring -- that the war was keeping me so much in the city walls.
And then one day she asked to see my treehouse, but told me she needed a bit of time alone in it first. When I climbed up later, I found she'd decorated it for an adventure like the ones Harlan and I used to have when we were young. These endearingly clumsy hand-painted backdrops of what were supposed to be the desert of Eurus to the east, some imaginary land of castles and wonder to represent Cardia to the south, the white expanse of the Everwinter to the north, and the mountains to the west. She'd put bedrolls and a lantern, and a hand-drawn map of nothing in particular out.
And she told me we were going to have an adventure, even if I had to stay in the city walls to do so. And asked me where we should go.
We sat there in our campsite and discussed what to do. Where to go, in our little treehouse-world. My griffin from my imaginary childhood adventures, Cloudstriker, was still there, but he couldn't carry two adults in armor on an adventure. So in the end we decided we'd go to the 'mountains' to find another griffin to tame, one to fly Niamh around on our imaginary adventures.
And at the end of that first adventure, she told me she'd like to court me.
I told her yes.
It wasn't always an easy path for us, being something of an adventure in itself. We didn't always agree on everything; no couple does. But she knew that my home would be a safe space -- that she could leave the cares of the world at the door, step inside, and just be Niamh. Nothing else. And I knew that whenever I got fretful or restless, she'd come up with some new puzzle, some new adventure within the walls, for me to solve.
I don't know -- I /can't/ know -- where that road would have led us in time. Whether we would have worked well, or whether it would have ended in pain despite our best intentions, as many relationships do. I want to believe that we could've walked my path in life together.
And now she's gone. There's a part of me, some formerly empty space that I hadn't entirely realized how securely she'd fit herself into, which feels empty now... raw and bleeding, as if something was torn away. As if my nerves are laid bare, exposed to the air, and every single thing I feel is magnified ten times.
I take some solace in the fact that if she looked at peace, her passing must have been a quiet one... that her end didn't come in pain, or terror. I can take solace in the fact that she's on a new adventure -- one into the Shining Lands themselves -- and no doubt one of wonder. But I cannot follow her... and I know she wouldn't want me to.
I know in time, the pain will fade -- as all grief does. And now that we know of the Wheel once again, perhaps we'll find each other again in our next lifetime, or the one after that. I don't believe our ties are cut forever.
And someday, when I'm out there in the wild, and I find a griffin hatchling in truth -- I'll think back and remember the first moment I truly knew someone else loved me, when we were chasing imaginary griffins in a treehouse.
Goodbye, my love... for now.
Written By Sparte
June 18, 2017, 10:19 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Preparations for the Iron Arrow Barbeque continue. The idea of using skewers for arrows has been getting mixed response, as though people think I'm going to let them shoot at one another. The bows will have all the draw of a child's first bow, anyone stuck with a skewer will be annoyed - not maimed. Even so we'll have an excellent archer on hand to watch people and prevent the worst of mishandling.
Separately, the ingredients list is looking interesting. I certainly hope the Swords cooking without a champion are up to the challenge.
Separately, the ingredients list is looking interesting. I certainly hope the Swords cooking without a champion are up to the challenge.
Written By Cristoph
June 18, 2017, 9:21 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
I have been gifted the most fantastic tiara by Princess Alis. If anyone wants to see it, I will be wearing it.
Also I'm happy to host private discussions with anyone who disagrees with the content of my white journals. My door is always open.
Also I'm happy to host private discussions with anyone who disagrees with the content of my white journals. My door is always open.
Written By Mirari
June 18, 2017, 6:43 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My favorite Guildmistress.
Written By Mirari
June 18, 2017, 6:43 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
Mistress Grayhope is an amazing weaponsmith, and a patient teacher.
Written By Caelis
June 18, 2017, 3:08 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
The Archery contest was wonderful fun to watch. I deeply enjoyed getting to shoot my bow after the Menagerie event the night before. I think there is no better after party than spending time in the training center. More and more I find the to do list is out growing my done list. I should double down and attend less parties, as useful as they are for socializing and networking. I suppose I have friends enough for now. Better to focus where my time is valued.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Mirari
June 18, 2017, 2:06 a.m.(9/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
I've begun my work with rubicund, though I still need some pointers from Hana as I work. Mistress Grayhope is an amazing teacher. If she can has time to teach you, I'd highly recommend doing so.
Written By Saedrus
June 18, 2017, 1:55 a.m.(9/3/1006 AR)
I believe the Salon was a success.
I do hope that those attended found it enlightening, or at least left with some thought of the message therein. Aleksei spoke so well, in his own charming sort of manner, and I am glad it all came together. I am proud to be a Liberator of Skald and to be a Whisper. I did not expect that Aleksei asked the Whisper house to host the event, though when he told me it could not be 'fancy' or anything 'formal' I did struggle a little.
All in all, I was very happy with it, and too, that knowledge of the First Choice continues to grow in understanding within the city of Arx.
I do hope that those attended found it enlightening, or at least left with some thought of the message therein. Aleksei spoke so well, in his own charming sort of manner, and I am glad it all came together. I am proud to be a Liberator of Skald and to be a Whisper. I did not expect that Aleksei asked the Whisper house to host the event, though when he told me it could not be 'fancy' or anything 'formal' I did struggle a little.
All in all, I was very happy with it, and too, that knowledge of the First Choice continues to grow in understanding within the city of Arx.
Written By Rymarr
June 18, 2017, 1:29 a.m.(9/3/1006 AR)
Went to the salon hosted by the Archlector of Skald and learned of that newly rediscovered addition to the Pantheon. I learned a great many new things and Archlector Aleksei Morgan was extremely patient while he fielded the questions that I had in the form of hypothetical stories. While I've historically saw him as little more than a walking punch-line with moments of sincerity or adherence to duty, today I saw him as something else entirely. Responsible, dutiful... a fully capable adult? I imagine he laced his own boots. My pride soars.
Altogether it was a wonderful opportunity to learn and has inspired me to reach out to a number of the various Archlectors and their disciples in order to make inquiries about these new additions to the Pantheon. I hope they're as patient and willing to humor my questions. I have many questions.
Altogether it was a wonderful opportunity to learn and has inspired me to reach out to a number of the various Archlectors and their disciples in order to make inquiries about these new additions to the Pantheon. I hope they're as patient and willing to humor my questions. I have many questions.
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