Written By Ann
June 15, 2017, 2:34 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
He probably won't read this. He doesn't strike me as the type to indulge in gossip. Either way, can I just say...
... no. No, I can't. Wouldn't be appropriate. I promised I wouldn't. And he's a little terrifying.
... no. No, I can't. Wouldn't be appropriate. I promised I wouldn't. And he's a little terrifying.
Written By Nicia
June 15, 2017, 1:35 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
I liked the study...it was quiet, and usually had some of the best bottles of things to drink in it. I suppose that I will like it again after a while, but I keep catching myself avoiding it, not looking towards the door, and certainly not walking into the room. Not even to see what might have gotten destroyed and is missing.
I wasn't there for the incident. Not that my presence would have been any help beyond being in the way, but yet there is one very, very small part of me that feels guilty I wasn't there. Emotions are such illogical things.
I wasn't there for the incident. Not that my presence would have been any help beyond being in the way, but yet there is one very, very small part of me that feels guilty I wasn't there. Emotions are such illogical things.
Written By Lianne
June 15, 2017, 1:07 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
Everyone dies. Everything eventually comes to its end.
You will be an exception to this rule until I give you leave to do otherwise.
You will be an exception to this rule until I give you leave to do otherwise.
Written By Joslyn
June 15, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
You were certainly different, and an honorable death, worthy of any song. I'm sure you would have loved to hear it.
As promised, I will continue in my journey, and make my own life something worthy of song.
As promised, I will continue in my journey, and make my own life something worthy of song.
Written By Lianne
June 15, 2017, 12:43 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
We are, like all that blood we were swimming in, vital.
I am grateful to have had you and your siblings there, for the grousing, the stories, the joy.
However, I cannot guarantee such grace and gratitude should your older brother's next visit require yet more blood being scrubbed from floor and furniture. Invite him over for drinks, dinner, something normal families do. Just a little reprieve from all the stitching, then we can go back to bloodshed and woe.
I am grateful to have had you and your siblings there, for the grousing, the stories, the joy.
However, I cannot guarantee such grace and gratitude should your older brother's next visit require yet more blood being scrubbed from floor and furniture. Invite him over for drinks, dinner, something normal families do. Just a little reprieve from all the stitching, then we can go back to bloodshed and woe.
Written By Tobias
June 15, 2017, 12:40 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Well, that was certainly an interesting fight. Some burns, some slashes, but not a single Crimson Blade dead.
I really hope the next Inquisition contract doesn't involve sudden storms, though.
I really hope the next Inquisition contract doesn't involve sudden storms, though.
Written By Eirene
June 15, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
Narciso -
When some madman walks into my hospital looking for imaginary people, my first reaction is to call for Doctor Ira's orderlies to cart him off to the home for the mentally not-all-here.
When said madman claims to be with the House of Questions, I give him a 'what the fuck' look and tell him to get a real Inquisitor to come back and verify that.
But when he started to sing and bring peace to my patients... I forgive him his madness.
And he's related to Blacktongue by all accounts which explains MUCH.
Now he's dead. Died honorably fighting the foes of the Compact, King, and all humanity.
I will eat a fucking green hat in his honor at his funeral.
When some madman walks into my hospital looking for imaginary people, my first reaction is to call for Doctor Ira's orderlies to cart him off to the home for the mentally not-all-here.
When said madman claims to be with the House of Questions, I give him a 'what the fuck' look and tell him to get a real Inquisitor to come back and verify that.
But when he started to sing and bring peace to my patients... I forgive him his madness.
And he's related to Blacktongue by all accounts which explains MUCH.
Now he's dead. Died honorably fighting the foes of the Compact, King, and all humanity.
I will eat a fucking green hat in his honor at his funeral.
Written By Juliana
June 15, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Reasons I know I am Pravus:
After having our home under attack we clean, we drink, we move on only to have beloved members of the house and family deposited in the sitting room. While treating burns I recount a story of a young man tearing my dress in his rush to take liberties. And there was laughter.
We can still laugh. I will not even consider more loss. You are going no where, Pigtail Puller.
... I wonder if I should send Oseras Artiglio a warning that Abbas might be coming for him?
No. I still miss that dress.
After having our home under attack we clean, we drink, we move on only to have beloved members of the house and family deposited in the sitting room. While treating burns I recount a story of a young man tearing my dress in his rush to take liberties. And there was laughter.
We can still laugh. I will not even consider more loss. You are going no where, Pigtail Puller.
... I wonder if I should send Oseras Artiglio a warning that Abbas might be coming for him?
No. I still miss that dress.
Written By Ilvin
June 15, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
A lovely night of companionship and theological discussion with a good friend ended on a truly sad and terrible note- news of the attack, the storm, and worst of all, the loss of Narciso.
There are those who would think that as Archlector of Limerance, no one could ever teach _me_ something new about Limerance, the gods, and love.
And yet, his madness revealed new truths to me about all of them, every time we met. You will be missed, and you will be mourned, my friend. The world is darker for your loss, yet your example and your sacrifice will be a spark for the light of our people to push back against the dark.
Farewell, my friend.
There are those who would think that as Archlector of Limerance, no one could ever teach _me_ something new about Limerance, the gods, and love.
And yet, his madness revealed new truths to me about all of them, every time we met. You will be missed, and you will be mourned, my friend. The world is darker for your loss, yet your example and your sacrifice will be a spark for the light of our people to push back against the dark.
Farewell, my friend.
Written By Khanne
June 15, 2017, 8:51 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
I only met this man once. I wasn't sure what he was doing on that trip to the Gray Forest. He didn't seem to care for agriculture at all. He didn't seem to care that we were trying to be quiet either. I might have snapped at him, as politely as possible, when I was trying to listen for signs, clues, and all I could hear was him.... Some have called him a mad man, and yes, I can see why, but he was also intelligent and exceptionally creative.
Later in that trip, when we were running as fast as we could towards safety, the very thing that annoyed me greatly, became the very thing that likely saved our lives. It made me wonder if perhaps even the initial annoyance of noise had some sort of purpose other than grating on my nerves. At the close of the trip, I had found myself instead of wanting to glare at him, wanting to meet him again, in different circumstances, so that maybe I could better know the man, and his thought process. Now, I will never have that chance....
Narciso, I am sorry you left us so soon. Thank you for what you did for us in the Gray Forest. Thank you for all those you helped. May the Spirits and Gods bless you during your stay in Elysia. You will not be forgotten.
Later in that trip, when we were running as fast as we could towards safety, the very thing that annoyed me greatly, became the very thing that likely saved our lives. It made me wonder if perhaps even the initial annoyance of noise had some sort of purpose other than grating on my nerves. At the close of the trip, I had found myself instead of wanting to glare at him, wanting to meet him again, in different circumstances, so that maybe I could better know the man, and his thought process. Now, I will never have that chance....
Narciso, I am sorry you left us so soon. Thank you for what you did for us in the Gray Forest. Thank you for all those you helped. May the Spirits and Gods bless you during your stay in Elysia. You will not be forgotten.
Written By Leona
June 15, 2017, 8:48 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
I first saw him when he pranced onto a battlefield, nimbly stepping around the bodies of fallen defenders of Arx, and pouted because the enemies were dead and he didn't get to play with his sword. I had business to handle, so I dealt with that, only to see him telling the father of one of the fallen that everything would be okay. Without respect for the sacrifice of the fallen, nor respect for the grief of those left behind, he is the chaff of the city. I'll hope for a strong breeze soon.
Children should not be allowed on the battlefield.
Children should not be allowed on the battlefield.
Written By Leona
June 15, 2017, 8:35 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
She came running to the danger when the danger presented itself. This is good. She is married to a self-involved pile of garbage. That's a shame. Hopefully she's finding satisfaction elsewhere.
Written By Leona
June 15, 2017, 8:30 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
And so this chapter comes to its conclusion, and I write my report at the desk of the Lord Commander still.
When I was appraised, by those still loyal to the King and the Compact, that I was being accused of treason by Shreve so that he could bring me in for questioning and insist that the Inquisition "safeguard" the King, I was skeptical. Not of the information but of the presentation thereof - was this simply a trap within a trap, using the most intriguing of baits, the King's safety? Still we persevered, planned, discussed, and plotted.
Now in the aftermath, Shreve is dead and those who were loyal to him - those who sold their souls to something dark - dead with him. Something dark is dead too, and the King remains in as good health as possible. None of the Hundred died yesterday. That is a surprising thing, as we have died and been sacrificed and died some more of late. I am glad we are not working to replace any who fell yesterday.
The defenders of Arx were not unscathed though. Most of us bear marks, great or small. Even as I write this now there is a burning where my neck meets my shoulder, just at the top of where my gorget ends. I can only imagine what my instructor would say if he saw that I was moving in such a way as to leave that particular place open. Today I'll be working on that in my practice.
And one notable, a man named Narciso, should not be forgotten. He died well, putting himself in a vulnerable position to strike at the heart of the treason that sought the King. His memory should be honored, his sacrifice given due regard. For today, the King is safe and the storm over Arx has passed. As I said to my sister, the blood is dry and my sword is clean and the King lives. That's all we can ask for, really.
When I was appraised, by those still loyal to the King and the Compact, that I was being accused of treason by Shreve so that he could bring me in for questioning and insist that the Inquisition "safeguard" the King, I was skeptical. Not of the information but of the presentation thereof - was this simply a trap within a trap, using the most intriguing of baits, the King's safety? Still we persevered, planned, discussed, and plotted.
Now in the aftermath, Shreve is dead and those who were loyal to him - those who sold their souls to something dark - dead with him. Something dark is dead too, and the King remains in as good health as possible. None of the Hundred died yesterday. That is a surprising thing, as we have died and been sacrificed and died some more of late. I am glad we are not working to replace any who fell yesterday.
The defenders of Arx were not unscathed though. Most of us bear marks, great or small. Even as I write this now there is a burning where my neck meets my shoulder, just at the top of where my gorget ends. I can only imagine what my instructor would say if he saw that I was moving in such a way as to leave that particular place open. Today I'll be working on that in my practice.
And one notable, a man named Narciso, should not be forgotten. He died well, putting himself in a vulnerable position to strike at the heart of the treason that sought the King. His memory should be honored, his sacrifice given due regard. For today, the King is safe and the storm over Arx has passed. As I said to my sister, the blood is dry and my sword is clean and the King lives. That's all we can ask for, really.
Written By Rymarr
June 15, 2017, 8:26 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
I write of this Redrain princess shortly after applying the salve which she supplied me with. I am still convinced that she hates me for some reason or another.
Regardless of the pain she sought to inflict on me intentionally or otherwise, she has proven to be an adept fleshmender. She was prompt in her contact, fairly reserved in her conversation, and she sang to me. I do believe she may have been singing about some old rumor that had floated about. It was odd to hear, especially in song form.
She has my thanks for so promptly arriving at the House of Questions to attend to my trivial injuries and getting me patched up so that I could return to readiness. Payment was negotiated in the form of a book of my choosing. I'll have to inquire with Princess Sophia if there are any books out there that should be a mainstay in a healer's collection.
Or I'll just find a steamy romance novel full of butt-in-the-moonlight walks and conveniently timed breezes. People of the city seem to crave those.
Regardless of the pain she sought to inflict on me intentionally or otherwise, she has proven to be an adept fleshmender. She was prompt in her contact, fairly reserved in her conversation, and she sang to me. I do believe she may have been singing about some old rumor that had floated about. It was odd to hear, especially in song form.
She has my thanks for so promptly arriving at the House of Questions to attend to my trivial injuries and getting me patched up so that I could return to readiness. Payment was negotiated in the form of a book of my choosing. I'll have to inquire with Princess Sophia if there are any books out there that should be a mainstay in a healer's collection.
Or I'll just find a steamy romance novel full of butt-in-the-moonlight walks and conveniently timed breezes. People of the city seem to crave those.
Written By Marian
June 15, 2017, 3:36 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
Master of Madness, we missed our tea
Your never got to sit across from me
While I would have enjoyed our banter
Your placecard got taken by another.
I do regret we did not take the time
To fence with words. Oh I do so pine
For another song. For another rhyme.
A wordsmith's lament for a fellow scribe.
You machiavellian scamp, you did place
Your mark upon every faithful scion's face
For your sacrifice, your selfless act
For our beloved Crown and unified Compact.
The Sentinel's justice wears many guises
You understood better than the pompous pious.
Never afraid to play the fool, while laughing
At our strict etiquette, never ever questioning.
What could be lost in pursuit of personal power,
Sacrifices to darkness don't come without razor
Edges that cut so deep and altared intentions
That corrupt absolutely from twisted corruption.
Thank you for standing strong, for making sacrifices when it mattered most. I urge the Scholars to collect his songs, his words and publish a memorial verse of his greatest works, so we never forget that brilliant spark of madness.
Your never got to sit across from me
While I would have enjoyed our banter
Your placecard got taken by another.
I do regret we did not take the time
To fence with words. Oh I do so pine
For another song. For another rhyme.
A wordsmith's lament for a fellow scribe.
You machiavellian scamp, you did place
Your mark upon every faithful scion's face
For your sacrifice, your selfless act
For our beloved Crown and unified Compact.
The Sentinel's justice wears many guises
You understood better than the pompous pious.
Never afraid to play the fool, while laughing
At our strict etiquette, never ever questioning.
What could be lost in pursuit of personal power,
Sacrifices to darkness don't come without razor
Edges that cut so deep and altared intentions
That corrupt absolutely from twisted corruption.
Thank you for standing strong, for making sacrifices when it mattered most. I urge the Scholars to collect his songs, his words and publish a memorial verse of his greatest works, so we never forget that brilliant spark of madness.
Written By Valery
June 15, 2017, 2:38 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Walking into the wrong building can be terrifying...
I'm so so sorry...
I'm so so sorry...
Written By Turo
June 15, 2017, 2:32 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
I did not know him as well as I would've liked. He seemed kind, if not a little strange, but strange in a good way. He had a certain name for me that I enjoyed to hear. 'Lord-doesn't-know-his-house' I think he called me.
I also, even though I never said it aloud, enjoyed his singing. He seemed, all in all, like a good man that I wished I was able to speak to me.
Arx is poorer for his loss. Mangata guide you, friend. And sing me a tune when we meet next.
I also, even though I never said it aloud, enjoyed his singing. He seemed, all in all, like a good man that I wished I was able to speak to me.
Arx is poorer for his loss. Mangata guide you, friend. And sing me a tune when we meet next.
Written By Stefano
June 15, 2017, 2:28 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
I did not know Narciso, which is surprising to me. Still, it seems as if his loss will be a great one. Let us hope the Inquisition can be set right once more under new leadership.
Written By Eliana
June 15, 2017, 2:06 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alistair
I could not think of a better person to become High Inquisitor. Although, I hope you will still have time to mentor me.
(Although I still think you hate me)
(Although I still think you hate me)
Written By Eliana
June 15, 2017, 1:57 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
We only worked together briefly, Narciso, but I thought we made a great team. To lose a partner so soon after just working on a case together is hard. I was hoping to learn more, and work together, but that is not to be. My heart goes out to your loved ones who have lost you, as well as your friends.
The only consoling thought I have is that you died as a hero, saving the King. You will be remembered, and I will work hard to pick up the work that is left. Rest in peace knowing that you saved a life, and that I will not rest until I find the murderer for the case we were working on together.
Sincerely,
Eliana
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