Written By Ferrando
May 7, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
Areas of expertise: Wielding huge axes, dressing flashy, composing songs, being an Admiral (in the near future), being Serafine bait
Maybe don't ask her about: How undead skeletons work
Maybe don't ask her about: How undead skeletons work
Written By Ferrando
May 7, 2017, 11:33 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
We won the day, and it is as much a relief as a triumph. So much had been put into the effort of making our stand, and despite all that from the after action reports I've read it was on the precipice of disaster for us at several critical points before the valiant forces of the Compact were able to rally each time. Even in victory, the losses and destruction are staggering.
I was able to spring a few of our ambushes on the Bringer forces headed to the graveyard, but the enemy's choice to commit the primary assault by small craft in raiding parties of handfuls at a time served to bypass most of them. And so it was that we quickly consolidated amidst the army of the dead defending the Queen's catacombs against seemingly unending waves of dominated Shavs, Bringers of all variety, and even a Fomorian or two making their landings.
I don't know how to properly describe the experience of this battle, it still seems more than a little unreal to me. It was constant motion, fatiguing physically and mentally. The attackers spoke not at all; the dead rarely had much to say beyond going into a mild chattering panic when one Shav made it through to hit Aureth with his sword. (I also don't know how to properly describe what it's like to see an animated sword-wielding skeleton panic.) The rest of us, the Knights of Solace and resident defenders of the Boroughs, scattered as they were, every shout and wail, every cry of triumph and death, they were all too clearly heard above the constant clatter of wood and steel. The Thraw Ward roared with destruction; the assault became more and more pressured. And then, as if the army arrayed against us were marionettes with their strings cut, the attacks against us ceased.
I went to the shrines to pray, and to give thanks. What else is there to do, seeing the unreal minions of a goddess rise up in defense of the world?
I was able to spring a few of our ambushes on the Bringer forces headed to the graveyard, but the enemy's choice to commit the primary assault by small craft in raiding parties of handfuls at a time served to bypass most of them. And so it was that we quickly consolidated amidst the army of the dead defending the Queen's catacombs against seemingly unending waves of dominated Shavs, Bringers of all variety, and even a Fomorian or two making their landings.
I don't know how to properly describe the experience of this battle, it still seems more than a little unreal to me. It was constant motion, fatiguing physically and mentally. The attackers spoke not at all; the dead rarely had much to say beyond going into a mild chattering panic when one Shav made it through to hit Aureth with his sword. (I also don't know how to properly describe what it's like to see an animated sword-wielding skeleton panic.) The rest of us, the Knights of Solace and resident defenders of the Boroughs, scattered as they were, every shout and wail, every cry of triumph and death, they were all too clearly heard above the constant clatter of wood and steel. The Thraw Ward roared with destruction; the assault became more and more pressured. And then, as if the army arrayed against us were marionettes with their strings cut, the attacks against us ceased.
I went to the shrines to pray, and to give thanks. What else is there to do, seeing the unreal minions of a goddess rise up in defense of the world?
Written By Ansel
May 7, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Beaumont
When we were younger, you were one of the first reasons I saw life outside the Telmarch. You brought me on adventures, and took me outside of training and studies. Brought me back to Sanctum, and out into the forest.
I'm grateful to have you at my side in the city once more. I'm proud to serve the Valardin.
I'm grateful to have you at my side in the city once more. I'm proud to serve the Valardin.
Written By Cassius
May 7, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Ours is the victory, Hers is the glory.
Written By Mae
May 7, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Why do people keep asking me about reading some book? Ribbons & Knives?
Written By Ansel
May 7, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
I am grateful for an old friend's return at the lifting of the siege. There will be time to catch up soon, once we've rebuilt and mourned.
Written By Beaumont
May 7, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
I like this one.
She's fiery and witty and... she likes to chomp. She said she'd remove my hand when I sent her a message last.
This will prove interesting, methinks.
She's fiery and witty and... she likes to chomp. She said she'd remove my hand when I sent her a message last.
This will prove interesting, methinks.
Written By Beaumont
May 7, 2017, 11:15 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Despite the academic answer provided, I am unconvinced that spider webbing is not spider spunk but I really hope that I'm wrong. I should probably start taking away foreign objects from Sophie when she finds them on the floor. Ugh, just another thing to add on my "to do" list when it comes to the family.
Written By Beaumont
May 7, 2017, 11:13 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I have the best sisters a man could ever ask for: Sophie, annoyingly adorable, and Isabeau, annoyingly attentive.
And how could I forget Ansel? I think he grew his hair out to try to sneak in. I'll give him an honorable mention.
And how could I forget Ansel? I think he grew his hair out to try to sneak in. I'll give him an honorable mention.
Written By Ansel
May 7, 2017, 11:12 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I am proud to see the Valardin hold fast.
Many have been lost. There is much to rebuild. But we will move forward together.
Many have been lost. There is much to rebuild. But we will move forward together.
Written By Dafne
May 7, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I am glad we are safe--for now. I am sorry for those who were lost. Too many; always too many. I miss--but there's no point in going over that again, is there?
But I am afraid, looking back, what I will remember about the climatic battle of the siege is this--the paralysing sense of helplessness, of uselessness. Of sitting in a room and trying to chat while others were fighting and dying.
I am a duchess, and a Zaffria, and I swear I will never feel so helpless and useless again.
But I am afraid, looking back, what I will remember about the climatic battle of the siege is this--the paralysing sense of helplessness, of uselessness. Of sitting in a room and trying to chat while others were fighting and dying.
I am a duchess, and a Zaffria, and I swear I will never feel so helpless and useless again.
Written By Edain
May 7, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
This recently knighted jeweler has a great passion for helping people. I am looking forward to seeing what she can build on her island.
Written By Eleyna
May 7, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Just in case certain 'nobles' might forget, it was 'commoners' that just gave their lives in the thousands to keep your privileged behind safe in this war. Nobility isn't a license to act like a spoiled child. It is a duty that comes with privilege. Commoners fall within the realm of that duty. They aren't toys to be played with and broken. Part of the privilege of title and wealth extends to a duty of care.
And in case that is too terribly difficult to understand, at least try to remember that even you, dear child, have betters as well. And some of your 'betters' have dear friends that they do not like to see treated poorly.
I never forget a slight either.
And in case that is too terribly difficult to understand, at least try to remember that even you, dear child, have betters as well. And some of your 'betters' have dear friends that they do not like to see treated poorly.
I never forget a slight either.
Written By Aleksei
May 7, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I'll write about it. Eventually, I'll write about it.
But for right now? It's enough to be alive and for the world to keep on turning.
I still love you.
We did it.
But for right now? It's enough to be alive and for the world to keep on turning.
I still love you.
We did it.
Written By Tristan
May 7, 2017, 10:50 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I don't want to write about the dead or the fighting or the Bringers, or my stupid broken rib that keeps stabbing me every time I breathe. I don't want to think about the stink of corpses or the people waiting for those who will never come home again.
Someday I'll talk about it.
Instead, I'll write about this: with the siege lifted, and our enemies crushed, I could leave the safety of walls. For the first time in too many weeks, I took Flame for a gallop along the beach. The waves licked at his hooves as they fell, and the wind buffeted at my cheeks, sparking tears in my eyes, and whistled in my ears. His hooves fell in damp drumming and we soared along the beach, two into one, the world before us as if we could take off and fly without end.
They almost took that freedom from us.
We are free again.
Someday I'll talk about it.
Instead, I'll write about this: with the siege lifted, and our enemies crushed, I could leave the safety of walls. For the first time in too many weeks, I took Flame for a gallop along the beach. The waves licked at his hooves as they fell, and the wind buffeted at my cheeks, sparking tears in my eyes, and whistled in my ears. His hooves fell in damp drumming and we soared along the beach, two into one, the world before us as if we could take off and fly without end.
They almost took that freedom from us.
We are free again.
Written By Haati
May 7, 2017, 10:42 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
MY new shop seems to be doing well, very well and the move to leather armor as an addition to my repertoire along with carpentry will only mean more success in the future as I become more and more skilled in both.
Written By Arianna
May 7, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
The gall of some people. It disgusts me to even think of what I might do for my family.
I am used to the whispers of courtiers, slandering our good name with their lies. Though
for a commoner to even dare....it's simply unforgivable. I have never forgotten a slight.
I am used to the whispers of courtiers, slandering our good name with their lies. Though
for a commoner to even dare....it's simply unforgivable. I have never forgotten a slight.
Written By Haati
May 7, 2017, 10:40 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kahlana
A wonderfully spirited woman with a quick wit and a mouth to go along with it.
Written By Haati
May 7, 2017, 10:38 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
And so perhaps the arrows made that flew helped save the day. Some of those I like to think were mine I crafted and each found the eye of a Shav or bringer and all the pain and death to follow. Too it is finally over and that is all that needs be said too.
Written By Fiachra
May 7, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Note to all and sundry: Do -not- mess with Thraxian princesses on horseback. They are impressively deadly.
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