Written By Arcelia
May 7, 2017, 7:10 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
I met Prince Aiden during the Social Tournament that the Whispers and ArchDuke Niccolo held a while back but we did not get to talk then. We briefly danced during the Tournament but otherwise our interactions were limited that day. I sent him a letter thanking him for the dance and asked him if we could get together to meet officially in a different setting.
We had dinner and it turns out that Prince Aiden is a very sweet man with a kind heart. We had a lovely dinner with a lot of rich conversation that was far beyond small talk and I think that I enjoyed that more than the meal itself, which was fantastic also. We have made plans to enrich our blooming friendship, a friendship which I hope will become a strong and long lived one.
We had dinner and it turns out that Prince Aiden is a very sweet man with a kind heart. We had a lovely dinner with a lot of rich conversation that was far beyond small talk and I think that I enjoyed that more than the meal itself, which was fantastic also. We have made plans to enrich our blooming friendship, a friendship which I hope will become a strong and long lived one.
Written By Rowan
May 7, 2017, 6:23 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aldwin
There's never a wasted word to be shared with the Dominus. Whether the conversation is casual and friendly - something I should try to hold with the man more often - or picking apart more weighty matters, I find I always leave his presence with something to think about.
Written By Marius
May 7, 2017, 6:23 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Everything I could say about the battle would be superfluous. It's been said, by people more eloquent than I.
So, instead, I'll simply say that if I were any prouder of my family - of everyone who played even a small, behind-the-scenes role - and how they acquitted themselves in this battle, I would risk bursting.
Untamed and Unconquered. Especially that last one.
Stag Points all around.
So, instead, I'll simply say that if I were any prouder of my family - of everyone who played even a small, behind-the-scenes role - and how they acquitted themselves in this battle, I would risk bursting.
Untamed and Unconquered. Especially that last one.
Stag Points all around.
Written By Rowan
May 7, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
The Mice of the house lived a simple life of plenty, but they were frequently set upon by Cat. All they had couldn't set aside the fear that Cat could show his face at any moment, and the Mice wished to be rid of him once and for all.
The Mice gathered to discuss how to do away with Cat, but none among them could think of a way that they thought good enough. After several days and nights talking about the matter in their dark holes, one very young mouse spoke up.
'I have a plan,' he said. 'It is very simple, but I know it will work. All we have to do is put a bell around Cat's neck, and we will hear him coming.'
The Mice were surprised not to have thought of the plan before, but an old mouse quieted their excitement. 'The plan is a very good plan, yes, but let me ask...Who among you will bell the Cat?'
The Mice gathered to discuss how to do away with Cat, but none among them could think of a way that they thought good enough. After several days and nights talking about the matter in their dark holes, one very young mouse spoke up.
'I have a plan,' he said. 'It is very simple, but I know it will work. All we have to do is put a bell around Cat's neck, and we will hear him coming.'
The Mice were surprised not to have thought of the plan before, but an old mouse quieted their excitement. 'The plan is a very good plan, yes, but let me ask...Who among you will bell the Cat?'
Written By Kima
May 7, 2017, 6:10 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
In time, I will write about that which I saw while fighting at the Seawatch Gate. Those that fell, those that survived, and those who are to come who might one day read this deserve as much.
But I cannot write about it today.
But I cannot write about it today.
Written By Mira
May 7, 2017, 6:04 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Now that the Siege is over and the Silence has been silenced, people are looking to purchase lands outside the city left ownerless. Lots of surveys, lots of maps, lots of requests and writs. Busy busy busy all of a sudden.
Written By Leta
May 7, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
I'm alive and not a scratch on either of us, none that would matter. We maybe have a scratch here and a bruise there, but nothing worth the mention.
I'm still not right sure what happened. I hear it's something the Faith did, that's got do with some paladins or whatnot. All I know is we were fighting off these Shavs and Bringers that were attacking the graveyard. There was a lot of them, though I wager we could've held out a while longer. Then they stopped, just like that, and a little while later the Bringers melted like spring snow, but it was a good bit nastier.
My arms hurt from the killing. It wears on you, to be honest, besides the aches and pains of swinging my axe about over and over. But it was either them or us, and I've killed for less. It's a shame about my hose, I wore one of my finest pairs for the occasion, but I don't reckon the blood'll wash off without ruining the dye. Same for the jacket, but the cloth there will take dye again if needed, and if needed black will do as well as blue.
I'm still not right sure what happened. I hear it's something the Faith did, that's got do with some paladins or whatnot. All I know is we were fighting off these Shavs and Bringers that were attacking the graveyard. There was a lot of them, though I wager we could've held out a while longer. Then they stopped, just like that, and a little while later the Bringers melted like spring snow, but it was a good bit nastier.
My arms hurt from the killing. It wears on you, to be honest, besides the aches and pains of swinging my axe about over and over. But it was either them or us, and I've killed for less. It's a shame about my hose, I wore one of my finest pairs for the occasion, but I don't reckon the blood'll wash off without ruining the dye. Same for the jacket, but the cloth there will take dye again if needed, and if needed black will do as well as blue.
Written By Darrow
May 7, 2017, 6 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
The young Lord Redreef, one of my cousin's vassals, acquitted himself well against the Shav forces.
He was injured, I have heard in reports, and I will offer a prayer to Lagoma for his recovery, along with Dominic, who was struck by the foul magick of Tolamar Brand.
He was injured, I have heard in reports, and I will offer a prayer to Lagoma for his recovery, along with Dominic, who was struck by the foul magick of Tolamar Brand.
Written By Darrow
May 7, 2017, 5:58 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Together, Darkwater held the tide at the gates. The marines and regulars acquitted themselves well.
Written By Orelia
May 7, 2017, 5:52 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
My dearest cousin bought me a new sword to celebrate an early birthday and the fact I survived.
I'm not sure exactly how to thank her besides perhaps writing up a song. It's a magnificent blade.
I'm not sure exactly how to thank her besides perhaps writing up a song. It's a magnificent blade.
Written By Anze
May 7, 2017, 5:46 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
And now the deluge of weddings and parties. I'm glad there will be a lot to celebrate for those left alive, remembering that there are things to live for is as important as remembering the dead.
Written By Serafine
May 7, 2017, 5:17 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
Head's always good.
Written By Darren
May 7, 2017, 5:04 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
There were a countless number of stalwart defenders in the Redrain Ward, but I think a few deserve honorable mention:
To my cousin, Anze - you may not be the most tactful when it comes to words, but put a sword in your hand and I would never want to cross you. You are one of the most loyal that I know, and I know our victory is due in part to the strength you showed up on the ramparts. Thank you.
To Morrighan - You stuck to me through it all, as though you were my shadow. I felt safer with you by my side. You've always been a brave defender of our family, and for this I have nothing but the utmost of thanks for you.
To Khanne, who has decided that she is my 'favorite' - Your skill with a bow is top-notch, and I was proud to have you help command the Redrain and Halfshav archers. You make a fine Voice of your people and you've done Redrain proud. I owe you a great deal of whiskey, and a great deal of thanks.
To Asger, and his cousin Kahlana - You both fought well and honorably. The Crovane are lucky to have you as their Duke, Asger. I look forward to continued kinship with your family and am so thankful for your service to Redrain.
To Petal and Tallius - I know neither of you very well, but on the Ramparts I saw two willing to give up their lives to keep our ward safe. To keep the Compact whole. I hope that Petal's injuries heal fast, and Tallius? You are damn good with that bow, man. I will call upon you should I ever need your arrows once more.
To Ysbail and Ann - The two of you arrived just in time to help heal the wounded. Many more would have died if not for your skills. We are in your debt.
To Shadow - I don't know what you're saying half the damn time, but I'm glad you came when you did to help defend the Ramparts.
To the Graysons and Foxes who came to our aide - Reese, Luca, Zhalya, Joslyn, and Rickard - Redrain is grateful for the assistance you provided, to ensure we were victorious and that our ramparts did not fall. Thank you.
There are more, of course. Countless names, countless faces. But I will remember. To the last.
To my cousin, Anze - you may not be the most tactful when it comes to words, but put a sword in your hand and I would never want to cross you. You are one of the most loyal that I know, and I know our victory is due in part to the strength you showed up on the ramparts. Thank you.
To Morrighan - You stuck to me through it all, as though you were my shadow. I felt safer with you by my side. You've always been a brave defender of our family, and for this I have nothing but the utmost of thanks for you.
To Khanne, who has decided that she is my 'favorite' - Your skill with a bow is top-notch, and I was proud to have you help command the Redrain and Halfshav archers. You make a fine Voice of your people and you've done Redrain proud. I owe you a great deal of whiskey, and a great deal of thanks.
To Asger, and his cousin Kahlana - You both fought well and honorably. The Crovane are lucky to have you as their Duke, Asger. I look forward to continued kinship with your family and am so thankful for your service to Redrain.
To Petal and Tallius - I know neither of you very well, but on the Ramparts I saw two willing to give up their lives to keep our ward safe. To keep the Compact whole. I hope that Petal's injuries heal fast, and Tallius? You are damn good with that bow, man. I will call upon you should I ever need your arrows once more.
To Ysbail and Ann - The two of you arrived just in time to help heal the wounded. Many more would have died if not for your skills. We are in your debt.
To Shadow - I don't know what you're saying half the damn time, but I'm glad you came when you did to help defend the Ramparts.
To the Graysons and Foxes who came to our aide - Reese, Luca, Zhalya, Joslyn, and Rickard - Redrain is grateful for the assistance you provided, to ensure we were victorious and that our ramparts did not fall. Thank you.
There are more, of course. Countless names, countless faces. But I will remember. To the last.
Written By Sophie
May 7, 2017, 4:57 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Mother Margrith is gone. Murdered. Poisoned. Whoever is responsible must surely know that all will be done to bring them to justice. I put it here, in the pages of my white journal, as a solemn vow. May the Gods bless and keep her soul.
Every ounce of Margrith's life was spent in dedication to the Mercy's credo or in supporting those who uphold it. A formidable woman, her loss is keenly felt as both mentor and friend. She possessed a tremendous gift for inspiring (well, guilting) others into gifting generously to the Mercies of Lagoma. Yet all of Arx is hurting now, and I cannot in good conscience seek to refill our coffers when so much needs to be rebuilt. She would tell me this is the prime time, for when will our services be more needed than after a bloody assault on the city itself?
My counter is that this is why I spent so many months and so much silver expanding and upgrading the garden solariums and apothecary ateliers of the House of Solace, and why I imported and stockpiled countless supplies. We will have what we need to do what must be done. If my sole legacy as Mother is simply that I have made us truly self-sufficient in what we can produce and prepare, able to withstand countless sieges and assaults, then I will have left things better than I found them. We are far from there but far closer than we have been in recollected history. Nonetheless, there is so much left to be done.
For now, though, we use what we have to help and heal, as always has been the Mercy way. May blessed Lagoma and honored Gild be satisfied by the efforts of those who perform good works in Their hallowed names. May I prove myself worthy of the mantle bestowed upon me. May my brothers and sisters of Mercy ever continue to be a comfort and provide solace for those who are hurting, whether the wound or ailment be of body, heart, mind, or spirit.
Every ounce of Margrith's life was spent in dedication to the Mercy's credo or in supporting those who uphold it. A formidable woman, her loss is keenly felt as both mentor and friend. She possessed a tremendous gift for inspiring (well, guilting) others into gifting generously to the Mercies of Lagoma. Yet all of Arx is hurting now, and I cannot in good conscience seek to refill our coffers when so much needs to be rebuilt. She would tell me this is the prime time, for when will our services be more needed than after a bloody assault on the city itself?
My counter is that this is why I spent so many months and so much silver expanding and upgrading the garden solariums and apothecary ateliers of the House of Solace, and why I imported and stockpiled countless supplies. We will have what we need to do what must be done. If my sole legacy as Mother is simply that I have made us truly self-sufficient in what we can produce and prepare, able to withstand countless sieges and assaults, then I will have left things better than I found them. We are far from there but far closer than we have been in recollected history. Nonetheless, there is so much left to be done.
For now, though, we use what we have to help and heal, as always has been the Mercy way. May blessed Lagoma and honored Gild be satisfied by the efforts of those who perform good works in Their hallowed names. May I prove myself worthy of the mantle bestowed upon me. May my brothers and sisters of Mercy ever continue to be a comfort and provide solace for those who are hurting, whether the wound or ailment be of body, heart, mind, or spirit.
Written By Leola
May 7, 2017, 4:57 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
After the past months, it felt strange to ride through the city, Brier without her armor and me without mine. The Crimson Seed slumbering, unstrung and not constantly at hand, my spear hung on the walls again. The sun felt good on my cheeks, and the new dress fit fine and well. I delivered messages, I observed the destruction of the walls and the countless lives we lost.
We will count them. I know it, as I've come to know Arx. We count the price of everything, even our victories.
This was no worthless victory. We saved ourselves, dragged ourselves from the darkness and used everything we knew to stand against the Silence. We won our own lives. I feel proud to have represented those not noble in the fight against Brand; this victory belonged to all, not only to the entitled and knights under arms. Everyone in Arx fought, in some way. I pray I will never know every tale of hardship and the thousand struggles that brought us here, for my heart would break. Indeed, I still feel as though it would, after the strain of the battle.
It will not. We will heal. We will recover. There is more to do, and I know I will do what I can in this. For now, though, I'm content to feel the spring sun on my face, to be Leola once more. One day, I can spare. Tomorrow, we begin again.
We will count them. I know it, as I've come to know Arx. We count the price of everything, even our victories.
This was no worthless victory. We saved ourselves, dragged ourselves from the darkness and used everything we knew to stand against the Silence. We won our own lives. I feel proud to have represented those not noble in the fight against Brand; this victory belonged to all, not only to the entitled and knights under arms. Everyone in Arx fought, in some way. I pray I will never know every tale of hardship and the thousand struggles that brought us here, for my heart would break. Indeed, I still feel as though it would, after the strain of the battle.
It will not. We will heal. We will recover. There is more to do, and I know I will do what I can in this. For now, though, I'm content to feel the spring sun on my face, to be Leola once more. One day, I can spare. Tomorrow, we begin again.
Written By Fortunato
May 7, 2017, 4:56 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Sketches.
An army of the dead. The high-domed, polished skulls of the skeletons interspersed with the lank-haired, deep-eyed rot of the zombies. The skeletons standing in ready, straight-backed columns, the zombies in restless, semi-controlled lurch, one in particular drifting from the main horde.
The army in clash, skeletons hewing at corrupted shavs, zombies crawled on top of Bringers. There are living names hastily written in margins, quick, indistinct posture sketches by each. Tristan, Orathy, Torian, Magpie, Asher, Aureth, Orazio, Orathy, Ferrando, Leta, Serafine.
Sketch of a zombie, who might be the stray from the first sketch, devouring a Bringer. It's scuffed out and unpleasant and the perspective is up quite close indeed.
The last sketch is more of the same, clashing and clawing, dead versus dead or dead enough, but has been hastily pasted together from ripped halves, and is blood- and mud-stained.
An army of the dead. The high-domed, polished skulls of the skeletons interspersed with the lank-haired, deep-eyed rot of the zombies. The skeletons standing in ready, straight-backed columns, the zombies in restless, semi-controlled lurch, one in particular drifting from the main horde.
The army in clash, skeletons hewing at corrupted shavs, zombies crawled on top of Bringers. There are living names hastily written in margins, quick, indistinct posture sketches by each. Tristan, Orathy, Torian, Magpie, Asher, Aureth, Orazio, Orathy, Ferrando, Leta, Serafine.
Sketch of a zombie, who might be the stray from the first sketch, devouring a Bringer. It's scuffed out and unpleasant and the perspective is up quite close indeed.
The last sketch is more of the same, clashing and clawing, dead versus dead or dead enough, but has been hastily pasted together from ripped halves, and is blood- and mud-stained.
Written By Ann
May 7, 2017, 4:44 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
Document the seventeenth:
I have heard that Lord Tolamar Brand was once a great Champion against the Dark, vanished while fighting Gray Forest raiders. What happened, I wonder? And perhaps I wonder too much, but is that not the nature of those who seek to know as much as they can? What twisted him? As a Scholar, I want to Know. Perhaps, I might convince Dare to let me lead an expedition to find out--
No, no. Scrap that last bit. It would be better if he didn't know yet.
Did you scrap it?
I swear, sometimes I think Scholars are the worst sort of people...
...you're still scribing, aren't you?
Damn.
I have heard that Lord Tolamar Brand was once a great Champion against the Dark, vanished while fighting Gray Forest raiders. What happened, I wonder? And perhaps I wonder too much, but is that not the nature of those who seek to know as much as they can? What twisted him? As a Scholar, I want to Know. Perhaps, I might convince Dare to let me lead an expedition to find out--
No, no. Scrap that last bit. It would be better if he didn't know yet.
Did you scrap it?
I swear, sometimes I think Scholars are the worst sort of people...
...you're still scribing, aren't you?
Damn.
Written By Darren
May 7, 2017, 4:43 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)
The fires will burn brightly in the Redrain Villa for weeks to come. Some will be celebratory bonfires, where we'll sit and trade stories of our glory, get piss drunk on whiskey, and be glad that we are alive. Others will be funeral pyres, where we will say goodbye to the soldiers who are with us no longer, sing songs of their glory, get piss drunk on whiskey, and be glad that we are alive. We'll remember these moments for the rest of our years, while selfishly hoping that we have many years to hold onto.
The butcher's bill was steep. Many lives were lost. I spent that sleepless evening after the siege helping to pull the dead from the rubble, walking among the wounded, taking down names of those who didn't make it and those that may succumb to their wounds days after. In the days to come, I'll write letters to their families in Farhaven and the rest of the North. I'll write the names of our fallen heroes upon the wall. I'll help rebuild, I'll help remember.
It could have been far worse - we could all be gone - but it is a difficult thing to count the losses and know that I led those men and women to their deaths. But they did not die in vain. Tolamar Brand is dead and the Silent Army is no more. The Redrain Ward was not overtaken. Our families and friends both near and far are safe for another day.
I hope we get some very long days to rest.
The butcher's bill was steep. Many lives were lost. I spent that sleepless evening after the siege helping to pull the dead from the rubble, walking among the wounded, taking down names of those who didn't make it and those that may succumb to their wounds days after. In the days to come, I'll write letters to their families in Farhaven and the rest of the North. I'll write the names of our fallen heroes upon the wall. I'll help rebuild, I'll help remember.
It could have been far worse - we could all be gone - but it is a difficult thing to count the losses and know that I led those men and women to their deaths. But they did not die in vain. Tolamar Brand is dead and the Silent Army is no more. The Redrain Ward was not overtaken. Our families and friends both near and far are safe for another day.
I hope we get some very long days to rest.
Written By Orelia
May 7, 2017, 4:32 p.m.(6/3/1006 AR)
I had written 18 pages for my essay! Yet I look at them now in the wake of the siege and find them lacking.
My prospective has changed so much. Before I had never fought a battle with the intent to kill or the fear of dying.
Now I've witnessed so many fall. How can I turn this in? I'm going to have to scrap it all.
I think I am the worst recruit in Knight of Solace's history.
My prospective has changed so much. Before I had never fought a battle with the intent to kill or the fear of dying.
Now I've witnessed so many fall. How can I turn this in? I'm going to have to scrap it all.
I think I am the worst recruit in Knight of Solace's history.
Written By Leola
May 7, 2017, 4:24 p.m.(6/3/1006 AR)
Brand is dead. The Herald of Silence has fallen.
We all lived. All five of us.
I'm exhausted. I'll write more in the morning.
We all lived. All five of us.
I'm exhausted. I'll write more in the morning.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.