Written By Shadow
May 15, 2017, 10:04 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
~Written in Northlands Shav~
This is to serve as my last will and testament.
With my home lands removed from me and the threat of hunt if I return to them I give these words to serve as last instructions before the spirits reclaim me and I return to the wilds and the lands where I come from on the winds and in ash..
My beloved pup and the blessing of the wolf shall go to Petal Penrose. May she long care for him and may he serve her well protecting her as I will not be there to.
The contents of my shop and my yurt I gift to Reese Grayson, Princess of roses and Pink Ribbon as I fondly call her. May she keep what gives her fond memories and use what is left to help those abandoned like me that give knee and are lost within the city but need the kindness of a stranger.. The kindness she showed to me.
And to Freja Redrain, I gift the knowledge that it was her words and inability to understand the issue, Her failures as a voice and mind of reason that have brought about this. The blood that stains the ground and the fire that consumes my flesh was her doing..
This is to serve as my last will and testament.
With my home lands removed from me and the threat of hunt if I return to them I give these words to serve as last instructions before the spirits reclaim me and I return to the wilds and the lands where I come from on the winds and in ash..
My beloved pup and the blessing of the wolf shall go to Petal Penrose. May she long care for him and may he serve her well protecting her as I will not be there to.
The contents of my shop and my yurt I gift to Reese Grayson, Princess of roses and Pink Ribbon as I fondly call her. May she keep what gives her fond memories and use what is left to help those abandoned like me that give knee and are lost within the city but need the kindness of a stranger.. The kindness she showed to me.
And to Freja Redrain, I gift the knowledge that it was her words and inability to understand the issue, Her failures as a voice and mind of reason that have brought about this. The blood that stains the ground and the fire that consumes my flesh was her doing..
Written By Margot
May 15, 2017, 8:02 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
Soon. The midwife tells me soon.
Soon is code for 'stop complaining and suck it up' I am sure of it.
Soon is code for 'stop complaining and suck it up' I am sure of it.
Written By Joscelin
May 15, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakar
His name is Jeribald and he's smarter than you. Which, you know, isn't saying much.
Also, the dogshit was from a stray right outside your door. Jeribald gently guided the aim, that's all.
I would never give you a necklace. You don't deserve one of my pieces.
But I do like the idea of polishing dried dog turds and stringing that over your door for good luck.
Also, the dogshit was from a stray right outside your door. Jeribald gently guided the aim, that's all.
I would never give you a necklace. You don't deserve one of my pieces.
But I do like the idea of polishing dried dog turds and stringing that over your door for good luck.
Written By Zakar
May 15, 2017, 6:38 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I found a surprise on the doorstep of my shop recently. At first, I thought it was one of those dainty little necklaces or bracelets you made.
But then, I realized it was a pile of -actual- dogshit.
I had a rather shady-looking fellow come by the shop this past evening. Asking for something that would be good for dispatching happy-looking Knight-types in their shiny armor. I think I'll point him over towards your shop, and that happy-looking guard of yours. Gerry. Whatever his name was. Don't care.
I hope someone steps on the back of your sandals.
But then, I realized it was a pile of -actual- dogshit.
I had a rather shady-looking fellow come by the shop this past evening. Asking for something that would be good for dispatching happy-looking Knight-types in their shiny armor. I think I'll point him over towards your shop, and that happy-looking guard of yours. Gerry. Whatever his name was. Don't care.
I hope someone steps on the back of your sandals.
Written By Angelo
May 15, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Grazia
In the sun you are golden, glowing. Your shine seems immune to any outside attempt to dim it. You simply burn. In your riding clothes and tangled hair you couldn't be more than perfect to me, that first impression made. Sweet strawberries, easy conversation over glasses of sherry. The world up until that luncheon seemed ambiguous, austere. Everything is beginning to shimmer again. Every moment of this courtship you will understand my gratitude. In every gift, you will know my intention.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Written By Armel
May 15, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(6/19/1006 AR)
I would advise letting Archlector Aleksei speak about the incident in question (whatever in the abyss it actually is) before passing judgment. To deny aid based on place of birth is contrary to the precepts of both the Pantheon in general, and Gild in particular, and I can assure you it is /not/ our position as a whole.
I support Brother Aleksei as a person and example of the Faith, and presume this is likely a misunderstanding that will be soon corrected.
I support Brother Aleksei as a person and example of the Faith, and presume this is likely a misunderstanding that will be soon corrected.
Written By Sameera
May 15, 2017, 12:30 p.m.(6/19/1006 AR)
Someone refusing to aid someone based on their name seems wrong when of the Faith. And contrary to what Dominus Aldwin has told me about the Faith. I am more a Shaman than a pantheon follower so I am not as up on details about the Faith as I should be.
Written By Aiden
May 15, 2017, 12:20 p.m.(6/19/1006 AR)
For anyone who has read the book, they can tell it's fictional. I am not in the Steel Guard... which I think is meant to reflect the Iron Guard. It can't possibly be about me, can it?
I will admit I have given my heart away and we're happy.
To the Author: Please write about someone else now.
I will admit I have given my heart away and we're happy.
To the Author: Please write about someone else now.
Written By Harald
May 15, 2017, 9:53 a.m.(6/19/1006 AR)
I spoke with Aleksei Morgan, Archlector of the Faith, and was told that another of his fellow 'Champions of the Gods' may refuse to aid two innocent young people, for no cause other than the name they were born with. I had been unaware that being born among my people was seen as a crime by some, let alone one Chosen by the Gods.
Such misguided hate. The Faith should be above such things.
Such misguided hate. The Faith should be above such things.
Written By Silas
May 15, 2017, 8:37 a.m.(6/19/1006 AR)
I hope Joscelin likes silver!
Written By Denica
May 15, 2017, 4:42 a.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Fortunato, a Lower Burroughs princeling if there ever was. In another life I was his patron; now, he asks if I am in need. Like a sodden stray cat, I need the warmth of company, and milk - for my tea.
He speaks about as straight as I do, which is to say not at all, though he's a thoughtful sort; a ruminator. He bears his demons on his sleeve, and I suspect he is haunted by far more than what he's yet shared. And so it's rather a delight sharing words with the man.
'Tis such a funny thing, too, when his mouth goes a bit more to one side than the other in a smile. Like it's about to fall straight off.
He speaks about as straight as I do, which is to say not at all, though he's a thoughtful sort; a ruminator. He bears his demons on his sleeve, and I suspect he is haunted by far more than what he's yet shared. And so it's rather a delight sharing words with the man.
'Tis such a funny thing, too, when his mouth goes a bit more to one side than the other in a smile. Like it's about to fall straight off.
Written By Merek
May 15, 2017, 4:30 a.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Malena
My sister has a new Patron, and it seems that she has decided to move into the Velenosa Ward. I am happy for her, and I can't wait until she has her shop!
Written By Driskell
May 15, 2017, 12:08 a.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
At what point did having a menagerie follow you around smelling of shit, musk and fleas become popular amongst the people of Arx? This is what you desire to bring to temples? To shops? To important meetings?
Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. Get real friends instead of walking around with food, or for gods sake, perhaps put them at the real menagerie where they belong. You're a circus, and not the funny one either.
Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. Get real friends instead of walking around with food, or for gods sake, perhaps put them at the real menagerie where they belong. You're a circus, and not the funny one either.
Written By Merek
May 14, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
Economical profits turned around, which means the Crafters Guild commerce is coming back. This is wonderful, and it means that Arx is on the fast path to recovery. I've spent most my recent time working on my craft, thinking up ideas to sell, and generally working towards trade. It is a bit busy, however it makes me feel better.
Written By Fortunato
May 14, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
Sketches. These again.
A rain of masks, each off-white and bowed out, slightly distorted as if by thousand pinpoint winds.
The triad of circles for the Faith, repeated three times, each with different colors. Yellow, white, orange. Blue, green, red. Black, silver, brown.
Cats tumble off a bed in an uneven troupe, landing in a carpet of words, every high stem of letter loose and malleable as thread.
A wolf's skull, a furred red thread. Bunch of randomish lines, trailing off into nowhere, daydream doodles without subject.
A rain of masks, each off-white and bowed out, slightly distorted as if by thousand pinpoint winds.
The triad of circles for the Faith, repeated three times, each with different colors. Yellow, white, orange. Blue, green, red. Black, silver, brown.
Cats tumble off a bed in an uneven troupe, landing in a carpet of words, every high stem of letter loose and malleable as thread.
A wolf's skull, a furred red thread. Bunch of randomish lines, trailing off into nowhere, daydream doodles without subject.
Written By Angelo
May 14, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
I almost bumped into a woman exiting a tailor's shop on Thrax Row.
What I recall of her: arms filled with parcels, brandywine eyes, the dip of her head with warm brown hair, and a crooked smile. All of the presence of royalty, even if we were about to collide because the turn of her heel was sharp and purposeful.
Who are you?
What I recall of her: arms filled with parcels, brandywine eyes, the dip of her head with warm brown hair, and a crooked smile. All of the presence of royalty, even if we were about to collide because the turn of her heel was sharp and purposeful.
Who are you?
Written By Asger
May 14, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
The man is an ass and always has some new insult to casually bandy in conversation, all in all though he is a good friend and in battle there is no other I would want by my side.
Written By Esoka
May 14, 2017, 10:26 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
I feel like I have a lot to write about, but I don't know where to start. I thought, when I came to Arx some months ago, that I would be gone and back to the Twainfort after the Silent Army was defeated. I still yearn for the delta lands of the Twin Rivers, but I now think it shall be long before I'm home again. Riven is establishing itself in the city, and I would help Count Thesarin and Lady Tikva with that. There is much rebuilding to do, in the city and in the Gray Forest. My duties are here. The world is a more complicated and darker place than I think I let myself know before, and so new duties come with that.
Lady Niamh Greenmarch has accepted me as a knight in her Gold Order. As I was the first knight to join, she's made me her second-in-command. This is a heavy thing, but I will try and do well by it. The work she intends is of the highest importance right now. There are many places in this land that do not know the protection and order an honorable force of knights can provide. And even with Tolemar Brand slain, not all evil is gone from this world. She aims to stand up to those who call upon the Abyss, and I shall stand with her. It is my hope that more knights and warriors and scholars, and good men and women of all kinds, will answer her call to it in the coming days.
There is hard work to do, but I'm not sorry I'll be staying in Arx for the moment. I've made friends and met many good people here. I feel I'm finding my place within the Graysons and Deepwoods. Also, this week I got a very lovely flower to wear in my hair. This was important. I am noting it for the record.
Lady Niamh Greenmarch has accepted me as a knight in her Gold Order. As I was the first knight to join, she's made me her second-in-command. This is a heavy thing, but I will try and do well by it. The work she intends is of the highest importance right now. There are many places in this land that do not know the protection and order an honorable force of knights can provide. And even with Tolemar Brand slain, not all evil is gone from this world. She aims to stand up to those who call upon the Abyss, and I shall stand with her. It is my hope that more knights and warriors and scholars, and good men and women of all kinds, will answer her call to it in the coming days.
There is hard work to do, but I'm not sorry I'll be staying in Arx for the moment. I've made friends and met many good people here. I feel I'm finding my place within the Graysons and Deepwoods. Also, this week I got a very lovely flower to wear in my hair. This was important. I am noting it for the record.
Written By Aodhan
May 14, 2017, 10:17 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
~ Written in the tongue of Northland Shav ~
It's going to be difficult putting everything back together, but it will be nice seeing Arx when it's NOT under constant siege. I Kind of miss home in honesty, the north was a much more...simple place, in my own opinion.
But if I left, I would leave many people I have already befriended, and thus bonded.
I think I'll stick around. See how my story unfolds.
It's going to be difficult putting everything back together, but it will be nice seeing Arx when it's NOT under constant siege. I Kind of miss home in honesty, the north was a much more...simple place, in my own opinion.
But if I left, I would leave many people I have already befriended, and thus bonded.
I think I'll stick around. See how my story unfolds.
Written By Leta
May 14, 2017, 10:10 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
I suppose it is time to go to the archives and such. I don't come around here very often except sometimes for my journals, not to read anything else. I used to know a scholar or two, though things having ended how they did I'm not sure I ought to ask her for help but maybe I will. I suppose it's been a few years now.
I've got much reading to do, and I'm not sure where to start. Maybe I should ask some Lycene folk for help with that thing, and the other thing I shall just talk to some scholar or another. I wish I was more scholarly but I've no head for reading other than stories and such and that's the truth.
I've got much reading to do, and I'm not sure where to start. Maybe I should ask some Lycene folk for help with that thing, and the other thing I shall just talk to some scholar or another. I wish I was more scholarly but I've no head for reading other than stories and such and that's the truth.
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