Written By Sameera
May 5, 2017, 12:10 p.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Still an excellent princess. Helping with my village project. Surprised and made me smile.
Written By Thena
May 5, 2017, 11:34 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Here's a poem:
Brand,
I will take as much as I can
From you before I die
Because fuck you.
It doesn't rhyme. That's how you know it's quality.
Brand,
I will take as much as I can
From you before I die
Because fuck you.
It doesn't rhyme. That's how you know it's quality.
Written By Marius
May 5, 2017, 11:26 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
It's not common to meet a Valardin willing to do away with formalities after only a short conversation. I like this Princess.
Written By Marius
May 5, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
She seemed to appreciate Greenmarch traditional fashion. That's a mark in her favour, along with her wit. But if she won't drink whiskey, we can't be friends.
Written By Calista
May 5, 2017, 11:10 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Marius
Though our encounter was brief, making Marquis Marius' acquaintance was rather eye opening. He has a certain flair for fashion.
Written By Calista
May 5, 2017, 11:10 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
I had the pleasure of making Princess Sasha Valardin's acquaintance the other evening while visiting the Hall of Heroes. She is seemingly very sweet and interested in all things pertaining to research and investigation. It seems her knight, Sir Rodrick and my beloved Clawdio share the same sort of 'resting' face.
Written By Calista
May 5, 2017, 10:58 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
The first time we met, it was in passing at a Velenosa garden party. We both had eyes for the same man and I knew right then and there she had exceptional taste. We found each other once more at the same shop with interest in the same items. During these dark times, Princess Ophelia has been a beacon of light and pure happiness. I am ever so blessed to consider her a friend.
Written By Marius
May 5, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ansel
I find myself rarely able to guess what Ansel will do at any given time, with one exception: He will do whatever is most honourable, most valiant, and probably the most stone-headed foolish in pursuit of his duty and responsibility - he can't even help it. I'm fortunate to have him as a liege lord. I'm privileged to call him a brother-in-law. I'm honoured to call him a friend.
Written By Marius
May 5, 2017, 10:42 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
If I had the choice between wrestling with a bear and facing Niamh in a fight to the death, I'd take the bear 9 times out of 10. There's always the chance the earth will open up and swallow the bear; Niamh would find a way to finish the job regardless. I am a fortunate man to have a woman like her as my cousin - not just because I doubt I'll face her blade, but because she is so much more than a mere sword. But, I won't embarrass her here with stories from when we were young; she could do worse about me.
Written By Max
May 5, 2017, 9:57 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Money and wealth cannot create success.
Only the will to use money and wealth, can create success.
Money and wealth simply allow more avenues for success.
Only the will to use money and wealth, can create success.
Money and wealth simply allow more avenues for success.
Written By Magpie
May 5, 2017, 9:52 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
Pre-Battle Checklist:
1. Jar of Graveyard Dirt and Mashed Up Spiders - Poisonous to Bringers
2. Lucky Blue Flask - Saved me from Bringer death.
3. Mirrors - Bringers cast no reflection.
4. Jerky - I might get hungry.
5. Armor - Thanks Aureth.
6. Weapons - Thanks Hana.
7. Extra breeches - When I inevitably soil myself.
I hope I'm not forgetting anything.
1. Jar of Graveyard Dirt and Mashed Up Spiders - Poisonous to Bringers
2. Lucky Blue Flask - Saved me from Bringer death.
3. Mirrors - Bringers cast no reflection.
4. Jerky - I might get hungry.
5. Armor - Thanks Aureth.
6. Weapons - Thanks Hana.
7. Extra breeches - When I inevitably soil myself.
I hope I'm not forgetting anything.
Written By Max
May 5, 2017, 9:34 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
My men have returned from the Saffron - a new shanty scribed from their dealings with our new vassals. I have not forbidden it's singing, as upon reflection, it's clearly a warning for those who would bend knee to the Deeps King. Sung as a dirge, it's quite moving. I've penned it here for remembrance.
The King and his ships,
left from Maelstrom so far,
Into the darkling spray and foam,
the seas be ours, and by the Abyss,
where we will, is where we'll roam
Heave away, up all hands,
hoist the Kraken so high
heave ho, sailors and men,
Never shall we die.
The vast Krakens fleet,
Into the darkness boldly went.
But to the maw we bent the knee,
forever freed now by undying death,
and given cursed immortality,
Heave away, up all hands,
hoist the Kraken so high
heave ho, sailors and men,
for ever shall we die.
Now all had died,
yet some now live,
with the keys to the cage.
tis they who sail stormy sea,
And within blood to set us free,
ending betrayal's wage.
Heave away, up all hands,
Hoist the Kraken so high
Heave ho, sailors and men,
for ever shall we die.
The King has been raised,
from his darktide grave,
to read his abyssal tome.
A call to all,
pay heed the squall,
and turn your ships toward home
Heave away, up all hands,
Hoist the Kraken so high
Heave ho, sailors and men,
For ever shall we die.
The King and his ships,
left from Maelstrom so far,
Into the darkling spray and foam,
the seas be ours, and by the Abyss,
where we will, is where we'll roam
Heave away, up all hands,
hoist the Kraken so high
heave ho, sailors and men,
Never shall we die.
The vast Krakens fleet,
Into the darkness boldly went.
But to the maw we bent the knee,
forever freed now by undying death,
and given cursed immortality,
Heave away, up all hands,
hoist the Kraken so high
heave ho, sailors and men,
for ever shall we die.
Now all had died,
yet some now live,
with the keys to the cage.
tis they who sail stormy sea,
And within blood to set us free,
ending betrayal's wage.
Heave away, up all hands,
Hoist the Kraken so high
Heave ho, sailors and men,
for ever shall we die.
The King has been raised,
from his darktide grave,
to read his abyssal tome.
A call to all,
pay heed the squall,
and turn your ships toward home
Heave away, up all hands,
Hoist the Kraken so high
Heave ho, sailors and men,
For ever shall we die.
Written By Lark
May 5, 2017, 4:17 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
In the end, we are all reduced to Faith.
I hold my breath with the rest of Arx and visit the shrines one last time before the armies collide with our gates like the waves upon the surf.
I hold my breath with the rest of Arx and visit the shrines one last time before the armies collide with our gates like the waves upon the surf.
Written By Branan
May 5, 2017, 3:06 a.m.(5/26/1006 AR)
The Griffon and the Serpent
Were fighting for the crown
The Serpent beat the Griffon,
All around Arx’en town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown.
Some gave went hungry and unfed,
And withered to just bone and frown.
The sly little Fox, came upon the pair,
he bit at the Serpent and turned the fight,
The Serpent so surrounded, shouted 'unfair'!
But in the end, Griffon ruled the night.
Were fighting for the crown
The Serpent beat the Griffon,
All around Arx’en town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown.
Some gave went hungry and unfed,
And withered to just bone and frown.
The sly little Fox, came upon the pair,
he bit at the Serpent and turned the fight,
The Serpent so surrounded, shouted 'unfair'!
But in the end, Griffon ruled the night.
Written By Branan
May 5, 2017, 2:46 a.m.(5/25/1006 AR)
I am very pleased. My efforts to raise money for the scholars and scribes of Vellichor with the bookshoppe have been very successful. I have transferred a great sum of money to the Archscholar for use as the Faith requires, funded a reorganization and expansion of the reading room, and now, continue to find volumes for the library. I have even managed to build myself a small office and sleeping area above the store. Beyond this, the faith meets all my needs.
The only profit I require is the enrichment of minds.
I do need a tutor for the Eurusi language, if anyone feels moved to teach.
The only profit I require is the enrichment of minds.
I do need a tutor for the Eurusi language, if anyone feels moved to teach.
Written By Kahlana
May 5, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(5/25/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Well, Valencia's Champion? I must see what I can do to keep this honor you bestow upon me.
Written By Esoka
May 4, 2017, 11:30 p.m.(5/25/1006 AR)
I do not fear death. I have known battle all my adult life, and even before I was technically old enough to fight, when my tribe was splintered and broken. My only fear is what the world shall be if we fail. Oblivion. Emptiness beyond death.
We will not fail. We shall get it done.
I have always believed in the gods of the pantheon. My grandfather told me stories of them, even if they were rougher and different tales than I would later find in the Compact shrines. I thought I knew them, and yet to see them work in the world still takes my breath. But it gives me heart, as well, to know the gods are on our side. That our fight is righteous.
To the pantheon, I pray, on the eve of battle like I have never seen. I pray that I serve you as well as I can.
Limerance, place resolve in my heart, that I may draw strength from my knightly oaths and show protection and fidelity for my comrades-in-arms. Vellichor, grant me wisdom and a clear head in these hours of turmoil. Jayus, inspire my eyes to see not only the chaos and bloodshed, but the beauty found in acts of bravery and heroism. Sentinel, may each sword stroke be done with justice in your righteous caused, aimed true at the heart of your enemies.
To Lagoma, I offer my highest thanks for your Mercies that shall be on the battlefields, tending the hurts of the armies and keeping so many who might otherwise find their ends alive.
For Mangata, I raise a cup of cider and give my gratitude for the sustenance we've maintained during this long siege. I have not given up alcohol, I will confess, despite some odd calls to do so from certain highborn men. I hope you approve.
To Gild and Petrichor, I make a promise. That when this is done, I shall do my part in bringing order back to your roads and cities, and seeing your forests returned to health and beauty. The Bringers have corrupted your lands. The hands of men and women will have to work long to make them whole again.
To the gods I've prayed to little in my life, and still do not know well. I would know you better in the years to come. Tehom, let me look into the dark corners of my soul and find no reason to fear. Skald, the first choice, may the path I carve for myself end in victory. Aion, may your Dream continue, and may I create something worthy in it.
To the Queen of Endings, if this is your time to take me, may my soul come readily and gently into whatever waits for me beyond this life.
Gloria. All words seem lacking. I pray I am enough. That I can be worthy, in whatever honor and courage I possess, of what you may ask of me. That I can be more, when it matters most.
We will not fail. We shall get it done.
I have always believed in the gods of the pantheon. My grandfather told me stories of them, even if they were rougher and different tales than I would later find in the Compact shrines. I thought I knew them, and yet to see them work in the world still takes my breath. But it gives me heart, as well, to know the gods are on our side. That our fight is righteous.
To the pantheon, I pray, on the eve of battle like I have never seen. I pray that I serve you as well as I can.
Limerance, place resolve in my heart, that I may draw strength from my knightly oaths and show protection and fidelity for my comrades-in-arms. Vellichor, grant me wisdom and a clear head in these hours of turmoil. Jayus, inspire my eyes to see not only the chaos and bloodshed, but the beauty found in acts of bravery and heroism. Sentinel, may each sword stroke be done with justice in your righteous caused, aimed true at the heart of your enemies.
To Lagoma, I offer my highest thanks for your Mercies that shall be on the battlefields, tending the hurts of the armies and keeping so many who might otherwise find their ends alive.
For Mangata, I raise a cup of cider and give my gratitude for the sustenance we've maintained during this long siege. I have not given up alcohol, I will confess, despite some odd calls to do so from certain highborn men. I hope you approve.
To Gild and Petrichor, I make a promise. That when this is done, I shall do my part in bringing order back to your roads and cities, and seeing your forests returned to health and beauty. The Bringers have corrupted your lands. The hands of men and women will have to work long to make them whole again.
To the gods I've prayed to little in my life, and still do not know well. I would know you better in the years to come. Tehom, let me look into the dark corners of my soul and find no reason to fear. Skald, the first choice, may the path I carve for myself end in victory. Aion, may your Dream continue, and may I create something worthy in it.
To the Queen of Endings, if this is your time to take me, may my soul come readily and gently into whatever waits for me beyond this life.
Gloria. All words seem lacking. I pray I am enough. That I can be worthy, in whatever honor and courage I possess, of what you may ask of me. That I can be more, when it matters most.
Written By Merek
May 4, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(5/25/1006 AR)
The siege weapons have been built, and we are ready for the assault coming. This is in my White Journals, so I will not mention too many specifics, all I can say is that we are doing our best. All we have to do is win.
Written By Calaudrin
May 4, 2017, 8:43 p.m.(5/25/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Haati
I had the chance to enjoy a couple of drinks with him the other evening. It seems we have a hunting trip to prepare for when this is all over, Gods willing.
Written By Joscelin
May 4, 2017, 8:02 p.m.(5/25/1006 AR)
The Crafters Guild is as ready as it can be, not to flee or head but to be there in the thick of it, ready to repair with hammer and fire, nail and wood.
Gods please, and Jayus most of all: watch over all of us, but watch over my people when danger is near.
Crafters: Please wear clothing that's comfortable and that you probably won't mind trashing to bits. I'm certain between the repairs and the rebuilding mid-battle, we are going to get messy.
If anyone needs extra hammers, for the love of Jayus, ask a blacksmith.
Gods please, and Jayus most of all: watch over all of us, but watch over my people when danger is near.
Crafters: Please wear clothing that's comfortable and that you probably won't mind trashing to bits. I'm certain between the repairs and the rebuilding mid-battle, we are going to get messy.
If anyone needs extra hammers, for the love of Jayus, ask a blacksmith.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.