Written By Niamh
May 10, 2017, 6:35 a.m.(6/9/1006 AR)
Everyone had their own thing to do on the way back from the wedding. The parties split and said their good byes and we set out towards Arx once more. Darren, Donella, Alis, Fiachra, Eirlys, Aislin and myself traveled together for a time. It was pleasant to just ride, to feel the sun, to hear the voices of friends. And I have to say, I have a newfound respect for Princess Donella and desire to spend time with her from this. This ride, too, though was to have an element of duty to it.
When we had slain the the Beast of Sanctum, months ago, we did not remove all the Shards that had served it. They attacked on our return ride. It was a brief battle, and testament that my companions are a fierce lot. The Shards were starved and weaker than when they torn through the Dragons prievously; we avenged those fallen Knights.
It seems that no matter wear I go, I end up cleaning Dusk continually. While not something I relish, it is a task I will take on gladly if it is to wipe away the blood of the Compact's enemies.
When we had slain the the Beast of Sanctum, months ago, we did not remove all the Shards that had served it. They attacked on our return ride. It was a brief battle, and testament that my companions are a fierce lot. The Shards were starved and weaker than when they torn through the Dragons prievously; we avenged those fallen Knights.
It seems that no matter wear I go, I end up cleaning Dusk continually. While not something I relish, it is a task I will take on gladly if it is to wipe away the blood of the Compact's enemies.
Written By Niamh
May 10, 2017, 6:35 a.m.(6/9/1006 AR)
I missed the celebrations held in Sanctum after the wedding, choosing instead to don my armor and tend to matters of Duty. With Muiryn, Aislin, and Joslyn in tow it was time to visit Downing Glen once more. The village there was much as I remembered it from my escape the first time. We scouted behind it to find a mine shaft, guarded by men wearing that horrid device of their master. Inside was not a mine but a temple instead.
It would ease my heart to say that the shav'arvani we found guarding that place recognized the authority of the House of Greenmarch and yielded to us, but that would not be the truth of the matter. We visited violence upon them and stole into their sanctum to find a blind man with the legs of a goat waiting for us. What foul power rested inside him we did not know at the time, but he was only the gatekeeper. One that Shard was removed from this spin of the great wheel of life we continued to explore the temple.
Long, long ago it seems a giant of some sort and fallen in with dark powers, but his high priest coveted them more. The priest betrayed his master and gained some semblance of immortality in the rites that followed, setting himself up as a powerful spectre in that unholy place. We slew his reincarnation and fled as the temple crashed down around us. Further details will be given to the Scholars and the Society of Explorers; I dare not record them here.
Muiryn's wounds will heal and I've stopped coughing blood at least. Joslyn proved more than capable.
Aislin... I would have torn that temple apart stone by stone if that creature had not released her. But she, too, will be fine.
It would ease my heart to say that the shav'arvani we found guarding that place recognized the authority of the House of Greenmarch and yielded to us, but that would not be the truth of the matter. We visited violence upon them and stole into their sanctum to find a blind man with the legs of a goat waiting for us. What foul power rested inside him we did not know at the time, but he was only the gatekeeper. One that Shard was removed from this spin of the great wheel of life we continued to explore the temple.
Long, long ago it seems a giant of some sort and fallen in with dark powers, but his high priest coveted them more. The priest betrayed his master and gained some semblance of immortality in the rites that followed, setting himself up as a powerful spectre in that unholy place. We slew his reincarnation and fled as the temple crashed down around us. Further details will be given to the Scholars and the Society of Explorers; I dare not record them here.
Muiryn's wounds will heal and I've stopped coughing blood at least. Joslyn proved more than capable.
Aislin... I would have torn that temple apart stone by stone if that creature had not released her. But she, too, will be fine.
Written By Niamh
May 10, 2017, 6:23 a.m.(6/9/1006 AR)
The journey to Sanctum was made all the more pleasant by having a large party to travel with. And by having a ship up the river that would let Gyrd on, though I had to pay a premium to bring enough feed for the beast. Still, if I was to ride as often as I knew I would, I wanted my mount with me. A few days out of armor while riding the current was the best part, though. As comfortable as I've become in the plate, and as grateful as I am for rubicund over steel for weight, the chance to wear just a tunic and pants was welcomed with open arms.
Fiachra and Alis had a beautiful ceremony, as one would expect of the Valardins. Full of pomp and ceremony, ritualized to within an inch of its life, and deeper in meaning than I bet many would look for. Edain has named Fiachra Warden of the West and put him in charge of chasing fugitives. There's something fitting about the Warden and the Champion of the West being wed. I hope he's happy. It still feels too much like the next pebble in the Greenmarch diaspora.
Fiachra and Alis had a beautiful ceremony, as one would expect of the Valardins. Full of pomp and ceremony, ritualized to within an inch of its life, and deeper in meaning than I bet many would look for. Edain has named Fiachra Warden of the West and put him in charge of chasing fugitives. There's something fitting about the Warden and the Champion of the West being wed. I hope he's happy. It still feels too much like the next pebble in the Greenmarch diaspora.
Written By Mira
May 10, 2017, 4:30 a.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
How do you open a door that isn't there?
Written By Valerion
May 10, 2017, 3:22 a.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
I have heard of a particular book that is circulating.
My passion for literature does sadly know some bounds.
Though it seems an interesting read from what I hear...
I am not brave enough to even look upon it's cover
let along open the book and read it. Though...for my
own curiosity. If someone could umm....give me a
dissertation or synopsis on why it is so interesting
I would appreciate the breakdown...academically of
course. Gods forgive me, and I do hope that none of
my cousins are reading this with any amusement.
I swear, it is for academic purposes only!
My passion for literature does sadly know some bounds.
Though it seems an interesting read from what I hear...
I am not brave enough to even look upon it's cover
let along open the book and read it. Though...for my
own curiosity. If someone could umm....give me a
dissertation or synopsis on why it is so interesting
I would appreciate the breakdown...academically of
course. Gods forgive me, and I do hope that none of
my cousins are reading this with any amusement.
I swear, it is for academic purposes only!
Written By Cassandra
May 10, 2017, 3:08 a.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
What is the point of stars? I found myself asking this as I sat with a tankard of ale in hand feeling decidedly uncomfortable despite the presence of wonderful, friendly staff and plentiful food and drink in the hidden courtyard at the center of the Golden Hart. I chose that place because I like the flowers and the sky. What I ended up doing is rambling like a lunatic.
They stand a silent vigil over all of us. Some say they foretell events or commemorate great people or great acts. Others suggest that they speak for the Gods were we only to be bold enough to listen. The stars... They're a mystery. One I wish that I, as Archlector, could say I had soundly unraveled but instead I find myself positing yet more theories. Musings, really.
The stars were there during the battle, when great tides of men and monsters broke against the defenders of Arx. Truly I do not know which were worse- the men or the monsters. At least inhuman things do not look at you with human eyes when you cut them down. Nor can they scream with human voices as they die. They may sound the same but it isn't. After all this death and pain in the end I simply end up staring at the stars. Watching them twinkle overhead. Wondering if they had a message for us which could have prevented all this bloodshed.
Still I fight, and will continue fighting, in the name of Gloria and the Faith. In the name of the people who died during the siege. To forget the pain I saw in the eyes of those who were slain. War doesn't feel honourable. It isn't noble or wise. Defending your home, your people, however, is the highest honour. That is how I honoured the Goddess on that day.
Also, I need to get that damnable creaking dealt with. The plates that cover my left knee must be bent near the joint. If I hear that damnable screeching again I might decide to go into battle naked. Oh, the look on Aldwin's face if I did...
They stand a silent vigil over all of us. Some say they foretell events or commemorate great people or great acts. Others suggest that they speak for the Gods were we only to be bold enough to listen. The stars... They're a mystery. One I wish that I, as Archlector, could say I had soundly unraveled but instead I find myself positing yet more theories. Musings, really.
The stars were there during the battle, when great tides of men and monsters broke against the defenders of Arx. Truly I do not know which were worse- the men or the monsters. At least inhuman things do not look at you with human eyes when you cut them down. Nor can they scream with human voices as they die. They may sound the same but it isn't. After all this death and pain in the end I simply end up staring at the stars. Watching them twinkle overhead. Wondering if they had a message for us which could have prevented all this bloodshed.
Still I fight, and will continue fighting, in the name of Gloria and the Faith. In the name of the people who died during the siege. To forget the pain I saw in the eyes of those who were slain. War doesn't feel honourable. It isn't noble or wise. Defending your home, your people, however, is the highest honour. That is how I honoured the Goddess on that day.
Also, I need to get that damnable creaking dealt with. The plates that cover my left knee must be bent near the joint. If I hear that damnable screeching again I might decide to go into battle naked. Oh, the look on Aldwin's face if I did...
Written By Max
May 10, 2017, 2:33 a.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
Also, in no fucking way, am I going to level fees on thralls for anything.
Written By Max
May 10, 2017, 2:17 a.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
I grew up a sailor.
Born a noble, true, but shipped out to the navy as soon as I could piss over the side of a boat. There's something I realized then, as I sailed with Victus Thrax, with Driskell Stillwater, as I visited port after port. I realized that Thralldom is an institution that is unsustainable.
My father, Draevor, would extol the virtues of instilling fear and terror in your enemies, about how a man of Darkwater, of the Isles, must be a man of bone and steel, never wavering. How he must exact tenfold vengeance for a slight, how if your enemy struck you, you did not stop the counter attack until he, his family and his memory were but dust and ash. He gloried in taking thralls. He reveled in it, enjoying the power it gave him. He declared it was the very source of his power.
My father idolized Donrai Thrax, you might imagine.
I do not subscribe to my fathers style of leadership. My brother did - but my brothers poorly learned lessons resulted in his death. Ixion Darkwater can blame none save himself for his death - stupid and prideful it was. To rule through fear, to rule through prideful terror, in makes rebellion and repression inevitable. It makes men so fearful to be in error, that they will choose instead, to do nothing, rather than risk being in error and thusly, drawing the tyrants gaze.
This brings me back to sailing with Victus and Driskell.
We were in Setarco. I was eleven. I sat on the bow of the Blood Tithe, Victus' ship. I watched two ships pull into the harbor at the same time. I watched the berth next to each other. Both were medium cargo ships. A displacement on each of say, a hundred tonnes. Both were flagged for Darkwater. Tradeships come to shift the tobacco crop. But one was a freemans Cartel and the other, a bannermans thralls.
The same ships, the same cargo, the same dock.
The freemen unloaded that ship in a fashion I can only call expeditious. They came in on the high tide, they unloaded the ship and reloaded a new cargo to return to Darkwater before the tide hit low. They skimmed out of the harbor right before their keel might have ground out. They were fast, they were capable and they were motivated by returning home and by profit. The faster they made their turn around, the more profitable the ship was, the bigger their shares were. The better off their families were.
The thralls did not work expeditiously. They took every opportunity to rest or to slack, doing just enough work to make it to the end of the day without being beaten. I do not say this as an insult to the thralls. I do not blame them, for they did not have any motivation in their work other than to avoid their masters lash. They dd not care if they got home anytime soon, they did not care if the ship was more profitable or less profitable. it mattered not them. They had no agency and no stake in the outcome, so long as they avoided the beating.
The difference between the two crews struck me. I asked Belladonna, whom I met later that same port-call. She offered the following advice: The difference between the two crews, was not one of capability, but of motivation. The freemen were motivated by the hope that their efforts would bring better days for their families, and so lived for the future's promise. The thralls had no such hope and so lived only in the moment.
This idea stuck with me for a very long while. Even until today.
You could say I am mercenary, in that my opposition to thralldom is based in, rooted in a merchantile nature. I want my people to be productive, to be wealthy. And that's true. I absolutely want my people to be wealthy enough to not live in the moment.
I want my people to hunger for the promise of the future.
It's why I am committed to removing Thralldom in Darkwater Watch.
It's why I have always been committed to this ideal.
It's a complex issue with a great deal of pitfalls, but we are putting in place an infrastructure to transition. It will take time, it will take effort, and it will take dedication. But it must be done.
In the face of enemies like Brand or the Deeps King - our greatest shield is hope. We must do what we can to kindle it.
Someone once told me that right before telling me to fuck off.
Born a noble, true, but shipped out to the navy as soon as I could piss over the side of a boat. There's something I realized then, as I sailed with Victus Thrax, with Driskell Stillwater, as I visited port after port. I realized that Thralldom is an institution that is unsustainable.
My father, Draevor, would extol the virtues of instilling fear and terror in your enemies, about how a man of Darkwater, of the Isles, must be a man of bone and steel, never wavering. How he must exact tenfold vengeance for a slight, how if your enemy struck you, you did not stop the counter attack until he, his family and his memory were but dust and ash. He gloried in taking thralls. He reveled in it, enjoying the power it gave him. He declared it was the very source of his power.
My father idolized Donrai Thrax, you might imagine.
I do not subscribe to my fathers style of leadership. My brother did - but my brothers poorly learned lessons resulted in his death. Ixion Darkwater can blame none save himself for his death - stupid and prideful it was. To rule through fear, to rule through prideful terror, in makes rebellion and repression inevitable. It makes men so fearful to be in error, that they will choose instead, to do nothing, rather than risk being in error and thusly, drawing the tyrants gaze.
This brings me back to sailing with Victus and Driskell.
We were in Setarco. I was eleven. I sat on the bow of the Blood Tithe, Victus' ship. I watched two ships pull into the harbor at the same time. I watched the berth next to each other. Both were medium cargo ships. A displacement on each of say, a hundred tonnes. Both were flagged for Darkwater. Tradeships come to shift the tobacco crop. But one was a freemans Cartel and the other, a bannermans thralls.
The same ships, the same cargo, the same dock.
The freemen unloaded that ship in a fashion I can only call expeditious. They came in on the high tide, they unloaded the ship and reloaded a new cargo to return to Darkwater before the tide hit low. They skimmed out of the harbor right before their keel might have ground out. They were fast, they were capable and they were motivated by returning home and by profit. The faster they made their turn around, the more profitable the ship was, the bigger their shares were. The better off their families were.
The thralls did not work expeditiously. They took every opportunity to rest or to slack, doing just enough work to make it to the end of the day without being beaten. I do not say this as an insult to the thralls. I do not blame them, for they did not have any motivation in their work other than to avoid their masters lash. They dd not care if they got home anytime soon, they did not care if the ship was more profitable or less profitable. it mattered not them. They had no agency and no stake in the outcome, so long as they avoided the beating.
The difference between the two crews struck me. I asked Belladonna, whom I met later that same port-call. She offered the following advice: The difference between the two crews, was not one of capability, but of motivation. The freemen were motivated by the hope that their efforts would bring better days for their families, and so lived for the future's promise. The thralls had no such hope and so lived only in the moment.
This idea stuck with me for a very long while. Even until today.
You could say I am mercenary, in that my opposition to thralldom is based in, rooted in a merchantile nature. I want my people to be productive, to be wealthy. And that's true. I absolutely want my people to be wealthy enough to not live in the moment.
I want my people to hunger for the promise of the future.
It's why I am committed to removing Thralldom in Darkwater Watch.
It's why I have always been committed to this ideal.
It's a complex issue with a great deal of pitfalls, but we are putting in place an infrastructure to transition. It will take time, it will take effort, and it will take dedication. But it must be done.
In the face of enemies like Brand or the Deeps King - our greatest shield is hope. We must do what we can to kindle it.
Someone once told me that right before telling me to fuck off.
Written By Aiden
May 9, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
I've seen too much fighting. Spare me an invite to any events that include fighting! I beg you, send me word not to attend!
Written By Aleksei
May 9, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
"Nothing comes free in life."
It's been a while since I read something so callous in the city's white reflections. For anyone who hasn't had reason to find this particular journal, the words were in reference to the "reasonable" possibility the debts of those thralls lucky enough to avoid the slaughter at Thrall's Lament might be increased to cover Thrax's rebuilding of their homes and other needs taken care of. It is, apparently, "reasonable" to add the cost of this to a person's debt.
Someday I'll write the treatise on thralldom that it deserves. And I know the sentiment in the journal I read isn't shared by everyone: I saw the horror, grief, and shock on the faces of several nobles from the Mourning Isles as they worked and organized the gathering of the bodies at Thrall's Lament. But I'll say this:
No person of decency would speak so about a dog, much less a human being.
The Sentinel sees your words. And so do I.
Brother Aleksei Morgan
Priest of the First Choice
Paladin of Freedom
It's been a while since I read something so callous in the city's white reflections. For anyone who hasn't had reason to find this particular journal, the words were in reference to the "reasonable" possibility the debts of those thralls lucky enough to avoid the slaughter at Thrall's Lament might be increased to cover Thrax's rebuilding of their homes and other needs taken care of. It is, apparently, "reasonable" to add the cost of this to a person's debt.
Someday I'll write the treatise on thralldom that it deserves. And I know the sentiment in the journal I read isn't shared by everyone: I saw the horror, grief, and shock on the faces of several nobles from the Mourning Isles as they worked and organized the gathering of the bodies at Thrall's Lament. But I'll say this:
No person of decency would speak so about a dog, much less a human being.
The Sentinel sees your words. And so do I.
Brother Aleksei Morgan
Priest of the First Choice
Paladin of Freedom
Written By Selene
May 9, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
Written By Silas
May 9, 2017, 8:36 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
No longer complicated, at last.
Written By Mae
May 9, 2017, 7:59 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
Oh my goodness!
Written By Olivia
May 9, 2017, 7:58 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
Last night, the most wonderful thing happened. Well, to some it might have appeared very odd: the Wolf altar in the Shine of the Lost vanished, replaced by a black rose. I went to see it - the rose more than the missing shrine, but by then, some... hole had oppened up, or something, and a whole new temple had been discovered, with the missing altar now within it. There was a rose there too, along with a number of people and a nice woman who was surprised that I had found another. She said they belonged to her more than 'him' (and perhaps, I ought ask my sister about this terminology?), and so they shouldn't all be in there, but we agreed the one could stay, which pleased me. A lot of other people came to see the temple, including my sister, and the woman gave me another rose from inside her bag. Aislin was worried I'd try and grow them everywhere, which is astute of her, and the other woman encouraged it, saying that an ancient Queen had once done the same. With a story like that, Aislin was happy to give me permission to grow them. I don't think brother will mind. In any case, I have put the black rose in water and I am gathering a few things to properly accomodate the effort, as I shall be extra careful planting the cutting.
Written By Thena
May 9, 2017, 6:09 p.m.(6/8/1006 AR)
More kindnesses from unexpected places.
Is this what having friends is like?
Is this what having friends is like?
Written By Ophelia
May 9, 2017, 4:06 p.m.(6/7/1006 AR)
A busy little day and I haven't written for awhile so I'll make it up now and the Vellichor brother can be extremely pleased with me.
It's been forever since I've been outside the walls of the city and today I'm going to spend at least half of it out on the plains and edge of the forests to hunt birds. I've three quivers full of arrows and those birds have it coming. There was a new? temple that appeared yesterday for the First Choice, but I haven't been there yet. I wonder if I can persuade Brother Aleksei that Peanut needs to take me. Peanut looks even more adorable with the gift I sent.
Bought a little gift for Princess Ann, her ankle is sprained and she's stuck inside. It should let her go places even if she can't walk. This is why wearing high boots is good, they help protect your ankle from twisting plus they look terrific.
Sent a thing over to the Dominus, I've been enjoying talking with him and he has a head full of good suggestions and ideas that he's happy to give if you ask very nicely. I think a present would be good to give him, but then what do you give a man like that? I'm thinking a stuffed hunting falcon with the talons outstretched but then having one talon hold something else would be even better.
Organizing a group for horse racing. I can't be the only one who likes to run my horses as fast as they can although others probably don't try things like jumping off said horse while it moves or seeing if I can jump on it when it moves past me. Note, I've had to get a new pair of leather pants as the last ones ripped.
I haven't done anything lately with Calista, Valencia or Deva. I'm scolding myself here to fix that as they've been pretty patient waiting for me. I'll organize a family dinner or lunch, lunch probably would be better since the spring sun will be up but then again night is always so nice too. What do you call something between lunch and dinner? Wine hour? Must seek out brother Branan and order that special wine, just in case.
I really miss my brother Luca. I'll send him a basket full of dead birds.
It's been forever since I've been outside the walls of the city and today I'm going to spend at least half of it out on the plains and edge of the forests to hunt birds. I've three quivers full of arrows and those birds have it coming. There was a new? temple that appeared yesterday for the First Choice, but I haven't been there yet. I wonder if I can persuade Brother Aleksei that Peanut needs to take me. Peanut looks even more adorable with the gift I sent.
Bought a little gift for Princess Ann, her ankle is sprained and she's stuck inside. It should let her go places even if she can't walk. This is why wearing high boots is good, they help protect your ankle from twisting plus they look terrific.
Sent a thing over to the Dominus, I've been enjoying talking with him and he has a head full of good suggestions and ideas that he's happy to give if you ask very nicely. I think a present would be good to give him, but then what do you give a man like that? I'm thinking a stuffed hunting falcon with the talons outstretched but then having one talon hold something else would be even better.
Organizing a group for horse racing. I can't be the only one who likes to run my horses as fast as they can although others probably don't try things like jumping off said horse while it moves or seeing if I can jump on it when it moves past me. Note, I've had to get a new pair of leather pants as the last ones ripped.
I haven't done anything lately with Calista, Valencia or Deva. I'm scolding myself here to fix that as they've been pretty patient waiting for me. I'll organize a family dinner or lunch, lunch probably would be better since the spring sun will be up but then again night is always so nice too. What do you call something between lunch and dinner? Wine hour? Must seek out brother Branan and order that special wine, just in case.
I really miss my brother Luca. I'll send him a basket full of dead birds.
Written By Serafine
May 9, 2017, 3:47 p.m.(6/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I think I need this book for research purposes.
Also, well done for handling this with such grace. Too many would find it easy to take offense and lash out. I commend you.
Also, well done for handling this with such grace. Too many would find it easy to take offense and lash out. I commend you.
Written By Cara
May 9, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(6/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
The best thing about our scholarly tradition of journals is that decades from now, students of history will know precisely what a titanic ass certain individuals are.
I expect it will grant a great deal of comfort to our descendants to know that even in bygone ages, humanity never fails to disappoint.
I expect it will grant a great deal of comfort to our descendants to know that even in bygone ages, humanity never fails to disappoint.
Written By Reese
May 9, 2017, 3:16 p.m.(6/7/1006 AR)
Dear Compact,
The book Ribbons and Knives seems to be causing a lot of stir.
The book might not be about me and Mae, although there
does seem to be some points in common. It is certainly
best not assume and it is fiction. A fiction story even;
if it is based on upon us, it is not the truth of us. We are
far more complicated in the flesh. I am not upset about
the book. It is a book. Authors can write. I bare this
unknown author no will. He or she has nothing to
t fear from me. I even bought a copy of the book for
myself and one for Mae, although I expect her to be
to be blushing lots. That being said, I am an avid
collector of books. Luca can tell you all about my
collection and so can Branan. I bought a copy of
of everything he has ever written. I miss Gisela's
shop, but she had to follow her own path. I live in
hope of getting the rest of her metallic hero books
one day and the one about beasts and the one about
herbs. One day!
Princess Reese
-Also Master Orathy - don't be mad we love each other!
The book Ribbons and Knives seems to be causing a lot of stir.
The book might not be about me and Mae, although there
does seem to be some points in common. It is certainly
best not assume and it is fiction. A fiction story even;
if it is based on upon us, it is not the truth of us. We are
far more complicated in the flesh. I am not upset about
the book. It is a book. Authors can write. I bare this
unknown author no will. He or she has nothing to
t fear from me. I even bought a copy of the book for
myself and one for Mae, although I expect her to be
to be blushing lots. That being said, I am an avid
collector of books. Luca can tell you all about my
collection and so can Branan. I bought a copy of
of everything he has ever written. I miss Gisela's
shop, but she had to follow her own path. I live in
hope of getting the rest of her metallic hero books
one day and the one about beasts and the one about
herbs. One day!
Princess Reese
-Also Master Orathy - don't be mad we love each other!
Written By Driskell
May 9, 2017, 3:09 p.m.(6/7/1006 AR)
With the destruction of Thrall's Lament, I have full confidence that the leadership of Thrax will see to it that their thralls have new homes, businesses and other needs taken care of. Of course, that cost might increase each thrall's debt too which is reasonable. Nothing comes free in life.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.