Written By Valery
May 28, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(7/16/1006 AR)
It's been a calm week, this one.
Nightmares are back.
Maybe it wasn't so calm, but I've been too sleepy to see what was going on...
Nightmares are back.
Maybe it wasn't so calm, but I've been too sleepy to see what was going on...
Written By Fergus
May 27, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)
Dear diary,
Went on a boat. Mildly unnerving.
Played drunk limbo. Fell in the third round.
If this is what the Thrax do in the spare time, I'd say they're not half bad.
Went on a boat. Mildly unnerving.
Played drunk limbo. Fell in the third round.
If this is what the Thrax do in the spare time, I'd say they're not half bad.
Written By Kahlana
May 27, 2017, 8:38 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)
Had my first boat ride today and it was wounderous, I can see why the Thraxian love it so.
Written By Esoka
May 27, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
The Sword of Setarco is more than just a pretty face. She's pretty face who hits very hard and can put a warrior on the ground. I shall feel these bruises for weeks. And she made me owe her a drink.
Written By Gisele
May 27, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)
We each of us carry the mark and message of our faith within us. What we believe in forms the stones of the path we take through life. I am devout, and serve the gods, but when I consider the beliefs of others, I must believe that the gods do not condemn if a person's faith is not with the Pantheon, or in their message. They are ideals and as all ideals do, they help and raise; they prefer to act on our paths as the lights of the city do for those who walk these streets. But those paths are formed of our thoughts, our choices, our own actions.
If faith guides -- in whatever form it comes to us -- as ideals are meant to do, that is still a path formed in the light. Yes, we have flaws. Yes, we may doubt ourselves and our ability to do what is needed, and what is best. Yes, it is a path which rises, and yes, at times we will be weary of climbing. There will be moments when we fall back rather than move forward, or where we despair of what's behind us.
That is the promise of Aion's dream, this world shaped by choices. Ours are not simple lives, nor is our world cast in stark and simple shades of black and white. A path may curve, it may double back. But with faith held in our heart, and our eyes raised to the light, we will always find the way, as wanderers do in the wilds, with the stars overhead to guide them and no easy road to walk.
Perhaps that is the message of Aion's symbol in the triad of the Lost. Whether we believe in it or not, the star remains overhead, and every nighttime sky is an invitation to look up and continue onwards.
If faith guides -- in whatever form it comes to us -- as ideals are meant to do, that is still a path formed in the light. Yes, we have flaws. Yes, we may doubt ourselves and our ability to do what is needed, and what is best. Yes, it is a path which rises, and yes, at times we will be weary of climbing. There will be moments when we fall back rather than move forward, or where we despair of what's behind us.
That is the promise of Aion's dream, this world shaped by choices. Ours are not simple lives, nor is our world cast in stark and simple shades of black and white. A path may curve, it may double back. But with faith held in our heart, and our eyes raised to the light, we will always find the way, as wanderers do in the wilds, with the stars overhead to guide them and no easy road to walk.
Perhaps that is the message of Aion's symbol in the triad of the Lost. Whether we believe in it or not, the star remains overhead, and every nighttime sky is an invitation to look up and continue onwards.
Written By Alexis
May 27, 2017, 4:38 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
My personal best in the Telmar Gauntlet remains at 50 marks. I expect it will be some time before I beat that.
And the Lady Guildmaster of the Physician's guild has told me to take it easy on my arm over the next week or so. That complicates things.
At least the willow-bark doesn't smell awful.
And the Lady Guildmaster of the Physician's guild has told me to take it easy on my arm over the next week or so. That complicates things.
At least the willow-bark doesn't smell awful.
Written By Lissa
May 27, 2017, 4:07 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
I've made it to Arx. More to come here, soon. Bought this journal and a bit of ink. Put me out a fair bit of coin, but I'm so excited. Maybe someone will read this some day. I hope not.
Written By Serafine
May 27, 2017, 4:03 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
Meowlarice isn't a cat. She's a valued member of our household.
Written By Serafine
May 27, 2017, 3:51 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Alright, listen cuntmuffin. I know it was you. It could only have been you. I'm both impressed and disgusted. I hate cats and now they're all over my yard. Bravo, well done, but I swear to all the Gods this was completely uncalled for.
Kitten-weed! In my garden!
You unimaginable -bastard-.
Kitten-weed! In my garden!
You unimaginable -bastard-.
Written By Esoka
May 27, 2017, 2:11 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
I took part in a patrol of the Gray Forest, along with several warriors from the Grayson ranks, some of the Crimson Blades, the young Iron Guardsman, and a highly skilled archer sworn to the Velenosas. We came upon a party of shav'arvani carrying a banner bearing the symbol of a vulture feasting on a dead man. Their leathers, upon examination, were made of human skin.
It was not a friendly encounter.
They turned hostile, and we determined they had prisoners from another, more peaceable, tribe trapped as hostages. A fight ensued, and we managed to free the captive shav'arvani and offer them safe passage back to Arx. With their own homes no longer places of refuge, perhaps they shall bend the knee. I would offer all aid to helping them adjust to the city, if they remain.
More and more each day, I give up the idea that there shall be any ease to the dangers we face now that Tolemar Brand has been slain. If the darkness is less pressing at our walls, I feel I see it more than ever. And it takes fine warriors from us still. My heart grieves for Princess Peregrine of the Gold Feathers. I pray that Sir Mathias Coaldust of the Knights of the Solace might be found, though nothing I've heard seems to promise it. I shall remain vigilant and fight so well as I can for me and mine. There is still so much to do.
It was not a friendly encounter.
They turned hostile, and we determined they had prisoners from another, more peaceable, tribe trapped as hostages. A fight ensued, and we managed to free the captive shav'arvani and offer them safe passage back to Arx. With their own homes no longer places of refuge, perhaps they shall bend the knee. I would offer all aid to helping them adjust to the city, if they remain.
More and more each day, I give up the idea that there shall be any ease to the dangers we face now that Tolemar Brand has been slain. If the darkness is less pressing at our walls, I feel I see it more than ever. And it takes fine warriors from us still. My heart grieves for Princess Peregrine of the Gold Feathers. I pray that Sir Mathias Coaldust of the Knights of the Solace might be found, though nothing I've heard seems to promise it. I shall remain vigilant and fight so well as I can for me and mine. There is still so much to do.
Written By Cirroch
May 27, 2017, 1:13 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
Another day of living out of my travel chest. I should've remembered that there's little but lace and silk in Arx. I'm sure I'll eventually find a tailor, but I've much preferred finding liquor.
Written By Armel
May 27, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
The Night is dark, and full of horrors. And it's horrors /alll/ the way down. have to up for the good stuff.
Written By Carita
May 27, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
The further I delve, the more I fear.
Written By Fiachra
May 27, 2017, 10:36 a.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
She does not stand alone. Always, I am at her side. Always, our friends stand with us. Come against us, and you will be swept away like grains of sand, helpless against the tides. If necessary, we will find you. We will destroy you. Best for you to crawl back into your burrows.
Written By Fiachra
May 27, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(7/15/1006 AR)
I think that many would forget that there were victims on both sides of the war with Brand. Most of the Abandoned tribes that we fought were not there by choice. I found no pleasure in fighting them, only regret. As I said before, it was a war for survival, and there was little choice but to fight.
But that doesn't mean I feel no empathy for those left behind afterwards, mourning their dead and needing to piece their lives back together. I've walked amongst them, listening to the things they have said, both positive and negative. I have seen that even in the middle of a time of mourning, there are those who would make trouble, who would sacrifice the young for their own gains.
It is all so wearying, sometimes. I occasionally feel as though we never learn from the mistakes of the past. It batters at my hope for the future, though I still cling to that hope with tooth and nail.
But that doesn't mean I feel no empathy for those left behind afterwards, mourning their dead and needing to piece their lives back together. I've walked amongst them, listening to the things they have said, both positive and negative. I have seen that even in the middle of a time of mourning, there are those who would make trouble, who would sacrifice the young for their own gains.
It is all so wearying, sometimes. I occasionally feel as though we never learn from the mistakes of the past. It batters at my hope for the future, though I still cling to that hope with tooth and nail.
Written By Stefano
May 27, 2017, 1:54 a.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
I met this week with Archduke Niccolo to discuss the refugee crisis and how House Gilden could help. I had already spoken with Lady General Calypso and pledged silver and resources to relocating the poor souls to Caith where they will find housing and jobs. It will be good for the people who need homes and good for Caith as well. New neighbors, a mixing of traditions, a new way forward for a growing barony. I have the Archduke's support in this, of course, and I hope the people I am fortunate enough to assist will be happy and find some measure of peace.
Written By Kima
May 27, 2017, 1:46 a.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
I see an apple
Surrounded by iron bars
I have not the key
Surrounded by iron bars
I have not the key
Written By Stefano
May 27, 2017, 1:38 a.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mira
A lawyer whose family is sworn to House Gilden. She's offered to help me with the adminstrative side of running the barony, for which I am grateful. So long as she produces, at least! I'm not sure what to think of her otherwise. More later, maybe.
Written By Blacktongue
May 27, 2017, 1:08 a.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
Why is everyone so obsessed with fruit all of the sudden? First they imprison them....what's next? Oh Gods, don't tell me more horrid poetry.
Written By Brynja
May 26, 2017, 10:18 p.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
Finally arrived in the city.
Everything's so cramped... and smells... and loud.
Everything's so cramped... and smells... and loud.
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