Written By Armel
May 6, 2017, 10:51 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
Surprisingly calm and rational princess, even if she did take delight in using turns of phrase to embarrass the abyss out of me for parts of the conversation. She is far more practical than many nobles I have met, and honestly, I think she was just grateful I wasn't trying to get into her pants. Skirt. Whatever she was wearing, I honestly don't remember. Point is, I think she will be a fine ally, once the siege is over and things can return to normal.
Written By Juliet
May 6, 2017, 10:48 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
Addendum to my last will and testament:
The painting known as "Skin and Roses, or is it", by Lord Percephon Telmar, shall be passed into the hands of Fortunato Grayhope, and may it always bring him joy.
The painting known as "Skin and Roses, or is it", by Lord Percephon Telmar, shall be passed into the hands of Fortunato Grayhope, and may it always bring him joy.
Written By Tikva
May 6, 2017, 10:37 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
My arrows are ready. My bow is ready. My heart is ready. I have prayed to the Pantheon, all, and stand in surety. I will guard this wall. If I fall, my child will be safe in the arms of his kin. I know what it is to be left behind, but my child is strong, and his family loves him. I must choose the risk, and so I do.
One last prayer, Gloria. A soldier's prayer, as the day dawns.
But this prayer is not for me.
Let his sword strike true. I need not pray that his heart never waver, for I know it will not. And it comes time for my friend to die in this fight ... let him go at the pinnacle of glory. Let his death be a death for a thousand songs.
I will write them all.
One last prayer, Gloria. A soldier's prayer, as the day dawns.
But this prayer is not for me.
Let his sword strike true. I need not pray that his heart never waver, for I know it will not. And it comes time for my friend to die in this fight ... let him go at the pinnacle of glory. Let his death be a death for a thousand songs.
I will write them all.
Written By Armel
May 6, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
**From the desk of Armel Godsworn (real surname unknown), Grandmaster, Knights of Solace**
For a thousand years, the Knights of Solace have stood as guardians of the people, as shields of the faith, and as a byword for honor, duty, and sacrifice. And now, as the enemy finally closes in around us and prepares for the final assault? That has not changed an inch. Our honor will never bend, our duty will never waver, and we will make whatever sacrifice is necessary to defend the people of Arx.
My place is at the Seawatch gate, where I and fifteen hundred of my men will stand, ready to accept the hammerblow of the enemy with raised shields and defiance unto our last breath. Even if every one of the Silver Order should fall, we will consider it a small price to pay to preserve the life of those behind us.
For that is our oath. That as long as one innocent soul is in our charge, no price is too high. With our brothers and sisters of the Compact, we stand. With the proud warriors of every nation, creed, and faith, we stand. Together, we shall raise a shout that will echo throughout the heavens themselves.
Next to that? Brand will be nothing more than a whisper crashing forward to break upon the rocks.
See you on the other side, everyone. Let's bleed this bastard dry.
For a thousand years, the Knights of Solace have stood as guardians of the people, as shields of the faith, and as a byword for honor, duty, and sacrifice. And now, as the enemy finally closes in around us and prepares for the final assault? That has not changed an inch. Our honor will never bend, our duty will never waver, and we will make whatever sacrifice is necessary to defend the people of Arx.
My place is at the Seawatch gate, where I and fifteen hundred of my men will stand, ready to accept the hammerblow of the enemy with raised shields and defiance unto our last breath. Even if every one of the Silver Order should fall, we will consider it a small price to pay to preserve the life of those behind us.
For that is our oath. That as long as one innocent soul is in our charge, no price is too high. With our brothers and sisters of the Compact, we stand. With the proud warriors of every nation, creed, and faith, we stand. Together, we shall raise a shout that will echo throughout the heavens themselves.
Next to that? Brand will be nothing more than a whisper crashing forward to break upon the rocks.
See you on the other side, everyone. Let's bleed this bastard dry.
Written By Juliet
May 6, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
This may well be my last journal entry (though perhaps I will visit the confession chamber and have a last black reflection scribed as well).
The towers draw near and the enemy prepares for battle. If I do die, I have broken a myriad of promises. I can only beg the forgiveness of both gods and humans in advance.
But I will make a promise I can keep.
I will do whatever is in my power to stop the end. I will raise my sword in defense of the Compact. I will die if I need to, and live if I can.
The last few months here have been interesting. Growing up, I hoped never to see war again.
Then I was a child. Helpless to do anything but worry and watch the horizon.
Fretting when another corpse-cart was brought back. Flinching from the wounds of the injured as they returned, constantly praying not to see familiar faces among them.
I am no longer a child.
The towers draw near and the enemy prepares for battle. If I do die, I have broken a myriad of promises. I can only beg the forgiveness of both gods and humans in advance.
But I will make a promise I can keep.
I will do whatever is in my power to stop the end. I will raise my sword in defense of the Compact. I will die if I need to, and live if I can.
The last few months here have been interesting. Growing up, I hoped never to see war again.
Then I was a child. Helpless to do anything but worry and watch the horizon.
Fretting when another corpse-cart was brought back. Flinching from the wounds of the injured as they returned, constantly praying not to see familiar faces among them.
I am no longer a child.
Written By Ysbail
May 6, 2017, 6:56 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
A warm welcome when I arrived! The Duke has been doing much to see that I am caught up on the particulars of the siege. I only hope I can repay the favor soon.
Written By Ysbail
May 6, 2017, 6:54 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kahlana
She seems to be very dedicated and ambitious. I do hope her tenacity will bring her through this siege unscathed.
Written By Ysbail
May 6, 2017, 6:52 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aodhan
A delightful friend to have for adventures through the city! Always ready with a smile, there are not enough of those right now.
Written By Thena
May 6, 2017, 12:28 a.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
I moved into Aureth's old room at the Murder today. Sort of a silly time to move, I guess, but it didn't take long and I feel more comfortable there. More like a home, if I make it that far.
Anyway, it's the eve of the grand battle, and maybe I'm spending my last night in this world alone but I'm spending it in some fucking /amazing/ sheets. What can I say, my cousin has good taste in linens.
Anyway, it's the eve of the grand battle, and maybe I'm spending my last night in this world alone but I'm spending it in some fucking /amazing/ sheets. What can I say, my cousin has good taste in linens.
Written By Merek
May 6, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
The eve of the siege. It seems that in the next morning or two, Brand's forces will be ready. We have to be ready to fight. I'm afraid, I will admit, but we all must do our part. The gods are on our side, while in addition to that, we have many people with the ability to assist. I have a feeling we will win, but it will be costly. I wish all my friends their best. Since being here in Arx, I've loved, I've lived, but didn't find what I sought. If I survive, I'm going to try and work towards finding happiness. Perhaps.
Written By Joscelin
May 6, 2017, midnight(5/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ansel
An upstanding gentleman of the highest accord. Honorable, kind, and fun. I hope to count him as friend.
Written By Joscelin
May 5, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakar
When you open your door on the morrow, watch your step. It's slippery.
Written By Zakar
May 5, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
For some unfathomable reason, our Guilmeister-thing has taken it upon herself to rush to our -beloved- city's defense. Be still, my heart.
Look. I care as much about what happens to you as I do where a squirrel shits out the nuts he ate for lunch. Actually, I probably care more about the squirrel shit than I do about how many pieces you decide to come back in. Sometimes it ends up on my front stoop, and I have to walk all the way to your shop just to wipe it off on your door handle. It's fucking inconvenient.
I've been told that my membership in the Crafters' Guild is somewhat dependent on you retaining the Guildthinger position or whatever, and the only thing more inconvenient than having to walk a quarter-mile to wipe off Steve the Squirrel's shit on your doorknob would be not having a shop for Steve to shit on in the first place. So, look. If you want to get torn up by a Bringer and set the record for coming back in the most pieces (which I'm told is currently held by some poor Laurent chap who came back in a couple different baskets), then at least have the fucking common decency to not do it when you're sorta responsible for holding the agreement that I got my shop through. Then, by all means, come back as a much more portable version of yourself.
I hope you step on a jeweler's hammer.
Look. I care as much about what happens to you as I do where a squirrel shits out the nuts he ate for lunch. Actually, I probably care more about the squirrel shit than I do about how many pieces you decide to come back in. Sometimes it ends up on my front stoop, and I have to walk all the way to your shop just to wipe it off on your door handle. It's fucking inconvenient.
I've been told that my membership in the Crafters' Guild is somewhat dependent on you retaining the Guildthinger position or whatever, and the only thing more inconvenient than having to walk a quarter-mile to wipe off Steve the Squirrel's shit on your doorknob would be not having a shop for Steve to shit on in the first place. So, look. If you want to get torn up by a Bringer and set the record for coming back in the most pieces (which I'm told is currently held by some poor Laurent chap who came back in a couple different baskets), then at least have the fucking common decency to not do it when you're sorta responsible for holding the agreement that I got my shop through. Then, by all means, come back as a much more portable version of yourself.
I hope you step on a jeweler's hammer.
Written By Joscelin
May 5, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakar
A few have asked why I am so humble, why I have my Guildmembers lead with me instead of me leading all of them. For one, it's a collective. For another, I know they work as hard as I do at the trade and now, with the war effort, working with them side by side, I know they throw most everything they have into whatever I've asked of them and they've agreed to.
And then there's this fucker.
If I ever put on airs, it's because he's dead and no longer leaving little 'gifts' in my shop. My poor assistant threatened to quit after the last one, and now I've received word that he's left rotten eggs there as well.
You. I'm watching you. Make no mistake, you're destined for great things and some of them are terrible too.
And then there's this fucker.
If I ever put on airs, it's because he's dead and no longer leaving little 'gifts' in my shop. My poor assistant threatened to quit after the last one, and now I've received word that he's left rotten eggs there as well.
You. I'm watching you. Make no mistake, you're destined for great things and some of them are terrible too.
Written By James
May 5, 2017, 7:50 p.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
Lower boroughs has changed allot since my time here. Every corner there is now an iron guard. I even have seen some hoods on the beat! Man, I steer clear of them. Still to this day they give me the creeps. Nevertheless, I keep my nose clean doing the odd job here and there, volunteering for a neighborhood watch at the harbor too. I hope after tomorrow things can return to normal.
Written By Gailin
May 5, 2017, 7:06 p.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
Ive been in Arx for a few days now, Ive met some nice folks and am still figuring this place out. Im not sure how much help Ill be but I promise this oath to myself, Ill help in this siege or give up my own life honorably in the effort. For at the end of our lives were not remember for who we are but our deeds and honor.
Written By Karadoc
May 5, 2017, 4:06 p.m.(5/27/1006 AR)
Currently seeking any stray cats that look to be good bird hunters. If anyone can find and bring me one that's successful in it's hunt, I'll reward it with a fish. Or whatever cats eat. I've an idea in the works...
Written By Inigo
May 5, 2017, 1:22 p.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
The time of battle is drawing near... you can feel it building like a breath, there is only so much time before the inevitable exhale.
Written By Eirene
May 5, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
I've not left many entries as of yet because I'm too FUCKING BUSY.
I spend my time between the Knights and Mercies of the Solace (Both headed by damn fine people with good heads on their shoulders and a perchance for cutting through bullshit - I approve and count them as friends) and down at the Saving Grace with the Physicians Guild (Also headed by a level headed person I consider a friend).
But soon - as those towers roll forward and the masses of the armies pour down on our walls... soon I will take my place where I belong. Alongside my kin, atop the walls, a healer in the midst of battle unafraid and ready to help ours and hurt the hell out of theirs. I am neither fish nor fowl, no Knight nor a Mercy. Like the flames of Lagoma; they can purify and sooth and heal or they can burn your fucking face off.
I am the flame. I will take care of our own. Those fuckers will BURN.
And if this is to be my last entry in Velchor's archives, then it is one I will happily leave behind.
Lady Brigadier Eirene Malvici - the Vulture of Southport
I spend my time between the Knights and Mercies of the Solace (Both headed by damn fine people with good heads on their shoulders and a perchance for cutting through bullshit - I approve and count them as friends) and down at the Saving Grace with the Physicians Guild (Also headed by a level headed person I consider a friend).
But soon - as those towers roll forward and the masses of the armies pour down on our walls... soon I will take my place where I belong. Alongside my kin, atop the walls, a healer in the midst of battle unafraid and ready to help ours and hurt the hell out of theirs. I am neither fish nor fowl, no Knight nor a Mercy. Like the flames of Lagoma; they can purify and sooth and heal or they can burn your fucking face off.
I am the flame. I will take care of our own. Those fuckers will BURN.
And if this is to be my last entry in Velchor's archives, then it is one I will happily leave behind.
Lady Brigadier Eirene Malvici - the Vulture of Southport
Written By Sameera
May 5, 2017, 12:10 p.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Interesting. Unexpected liking of him. Managed a smile from me. Unsettling.
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