Written By Armel
April 30, 2017, 2:51 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
**From the desk of Armel Godsworn (real surname unknown), Grandmaster, KoS**
So I'm the Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace...
Damn, I never expected this....Well, that is a lie, actually. There were moments when I wondered, when I was chosen to be Knight-commander. That alone is a duty and privilege that very few in our order achieve, a mere handful to the several thousand in our Order. But I did think I had years, maybe even a decade or more before it would even be a question. Plenty of time to learn the things a Grandmaster has to learn. The things that are expected of a man who now has to interface directly with the Lords and Powers of the Compact on a daily basis.
Etiquette. Diplomacy. Empathy and tact. Gods, they are in for some trouble. Thankfully, I have met some, like Lady-General Calypso and Lady Aislin, who are leaders of similar mind, and I am proud to have such good allies in this struggle.
After the siege...After the siege, I'll puzzle it out. When we aren't all dead.
And find a good assistant.
So I'm the Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace...
Damn, I never expected this....Well, that is a lie, actually. There were moments when I wondered, when I was chosen to be Knight-commander. That alone is a duty and privilege that very few in our order achieve, a mere handful to the several thousand in our Order. But I did think I had years, maybe even a decade or more before it would even be a question. Plenty of time to learn the things a Grandmaster has to learn. The things that are expected of a man who now has to interface directly with the Lords and Powers of the Compact on a daily basis.
Etiquette. Diplomacy. Empathy and tact. Gods, they are in for some trouble. Thankfully, I have met some, like Lady-General Calypso and Lady Aislin, who are leaders of similar mind, and I am proud to have such good allies in this struggle.
After the siege...After the siege, I'll puzzle it out. When we aren't all dead.
And find a good assistant.
Written By Mira
April 30, 2017, 2:50 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Alchemy is a surprisingly difficult profession to practice. I didn't realize so much goes into simple things like soaps and perfumes. Being an apothecary must be very tiring.
Written By Edain
April 30, 2017, 2:41 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Someday I will figure out this cussing thing. The other day I heard someone insult another by calling them a "mime fucker."
Now I am very confused as to the nature of this curse. Is it that a mime themselves are objectionable? Or is the act of copulating with someone whose chosen profession is to entertain that we are to find objectionable? I honestly find niether to be traits worthy of cursing someone over.
Perhaps it would by wise to collect all the curses I have heard that confuse me and compile them into a list so I can find someone to explain them to me.
And on a personal note I am happy for this man and his mime lover that they have a healthy, physical relationship.
Now I am very confused as to the nature of this curse. Is it that a mime themselves are objectionable? Or is the act of copulating with someone whose chosen profession is to entertain that we are to find objectionable? I honestly find niether to be traits worthy of cursing someone over.
Perhaps it would by wise to collect all the curses I have heard that confuse me and compile them into a list so I can find someone to explain them to me.
And on a personal note I am happy for this man and his mime lover that they have a healthy, physical relationship.
Written By Octavia
April 30, 2017, 2:41 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
<this entry is written in a sloppy, disjointed manner, and smells strongly of alcohol>
It's that time of year again. Early may. My birthday. day Claudia died. Ford always wonders why I miss her. He wasn't ever around for those of kindness, times she showed a mother's love. Sometimes she smiled and
Mother always liked to ruin everything I enjoyed. She had the last laugh, didn't she?
It's that time of year again. Early may. My birthday. day Claudia died. Ford always wonders why I miss her. He wasn't ever around for those of kindness, times she showed a mother's love. Sometimes she smiled and
Mother always liked to ruin everything I enjoyed. She had the last laugh, didn't she?
Written By Anze
April 30, 2017, 2:25 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
People don't give enough credit to conversations that happen in bars. You can get to the heart of a matter real quick with a little bit of help from whiskey.
Written By Armel
April 30, 2017, 1:33 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
A hard woman, with a hard job, and a hard outlook on life. She takes no crap from anyone, and less from her enemies. She fights harder than any two people I know to further her cause and the protection of Arvum. She is grumpy, opinionated, easily irritated, and fierce.
I really look forward to working with her.
I really look forward to working with her.
Written By Tikva
April 30, 2017, 1:03 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
I play a lot of songs. I write a lot of verse. Doggerel, you know. Rhyme and sass, my two primary weapons, right after the arrows!
It's easy to be glib. It's easy to be crass. It's easy to spin words and throw them out, you know, pull them out of your ass. The words come, the words dance, I spin them like tops. It's easy to flirt! Why not? It's fun, a game we play, a stolen fragment of brightness in a world cloaked in darkness, rife with violence. Fear is around every corner. Play while we can, live while we can, sing while we can!
Temptation lives in a moment -- a single moment -- of hush.
Not silence. Silence is nothingness, the drowning threat of the end of the world, and it breaks with a scream.
But a hush. The only sound is breath, the rush of blood in your ears, the thrum of your heartbeat. For a moment it's all you can hear and you're convinced -- certain -- that he can hear it, too.
That instant. Right before you blurt something stupid (usually). That is what I wish I could shape with music. That luring almost. That not quite hope. That weighted moment of promise, right before reality intervenes and shatters all possibilities. In that hush before I speak, I could be about to say anything. Anything at all.
If only I could write that feeling into a song.
It's easy to be glib. It's easy to be crass. It's easy to spin words and throw them out, you know, pull them out of your ass. The words come, the words dance, I spin them like tops. It's easy to flirt! Why not? It's fun, a game we play, a stolen fragment of brightness in a world cloaked in darkness, rife with violence. Fear is around every corner. Play while we can, live while we can, sing while we can!
Temptation lives in a moment -- a single moment -- of hush.
Not silence. Silence is nothingness, the drowning threat of the end of the world, and it breaks with a scream.
But a hush. The only sound is breath, the rush of blood in your ears, the thrum of your heartbeat. For a moment it's all you can hear and you're convinced -- certain -- that he can hear it, too.
That instant. Right before you blurt something stupid (usually). That is what I wish I could shape with music. That luring almost. That not quite hope. That weighted moment of promise, right before reality intervenes and shatters all possibilities. In that hush before I speak, I could be about to say anything. Anything at all.
If only I could write that feeling into a song.
Written By Gisele
April 30, 2017, 12:45 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
An Account of the Pale Man and His Destruction
From the Siege of Silence
in the year 1006 After the Reckoning
Recorded by Sister Gisele and given into the safekeeping of the Great Archives for future generations.
When the armies of Tolamar Brand marched on Arx, after laying waste to the Gray Forest and the Abandoned who made their home there, the city was faced with enemies not only outside of its walls. Bringers were found in Arx as well, and their corrupted Shav'arvani minions too. The damage they did was considerable, not just to the lives they scarred and claimed, but also to morale and the spirits of those trapped under siege.
But there was one who sought to outdo the damage done by the Bringers who infiltrated Arx. His name is not known to this author but he was called the Pale Man by those unfortunate enough to encounter him. Through a great deal of research, it was determined that he was neither Bringer nor mortal minion of Brand's forces. He was found to be an Abyssal Knight, a servant of the demonic forces ranked below Heralds.
He brought darkness and silence with him, and a host of the corrupted undead to serve his purposes. First strike was made against the great Cathedral of Arx and it was there he claimed his first victims, under the cloak of consuming darkness. Men, women, and children were slaughtered without care for decency or mercy.
His second attack was at the Queensrest Inn, where he poisoned the food and drink laid out for a feast meant to honour Gild. The effects of this poison was to turn those who ingested it against their fellows. Many more died and the survivors were left with scars of both body and spirit, as the survivors of the Cathedral had been.
Between attacks, he taunted these survivors with the utmost cruelty. It was not his goal simply to hurt and kill, but to utterly destroy the spirit of those who sought to end his campaign against the people of Arx. Hundreds were dead but it was the survivors who took the full brunt of his depravity.
But they were undaunted. While many turned to research to find a way to kill or banish this foe, others went into the tunnels beneath Arx and discovered the potion maker who had crafted the poison which turned friend upon friend. Though they were grievously wounded they were able to stop further production.
The final act came at the site of his first attack, in the great Cathedral. There, brave souls gathered, both ritualists and the warriors they required to protect them. The ritual had been found in ancient fragments preserved through the ages, and it seemed to promise that it would both summon and then weaken the Knight.
With prayers on their lips and hope in their hearts, they began. The words spoken by the ritualists brought the Pale Man to that place. He stepped from an Abyssal mirror; he rose from a mocking painting; he assembled himself from the pages of a cruelly penned book. These pieces of himself threw themselves at the defenders, inflicting great damage. The Knight himself struck at those speaking the words of the ritual. They took such wounds as heroes take, in fighting the greatest evils.
And, like heroes, they fought on. The final words were spoken, and the demon's strength was stripped from him as the warriors of gods and spirits rose to strike him down. Lagoma's holy fire blossomed, and the staff of the Dominus-- gifted to the defenders-- fell upon the Pale Man's head. He succumbed, shrieking and spitting threats that he would never again be able to carry out on the people of Arx.
Brand's army still stood outside of the gates. Arx's safety was not yet assured. But there in the Cathedral another blow was struck against the Abyss and its foul servants. There, new heroes for a new age were born.
From the Siege of Silence
in the year 1006 After the Reckoning
Recorded by Sister Gisele and given into the safekeeping of the Great Archives for future generations.
When the armies of Tolamar Brand marched on Arx, after laying waste to the Gray Forest and the Abandoned who made their home there, the city was faced with enemies not only outside of its walls. Bringers were found in Arx as well, and their corrupted Shav'arvani minions too. The damage they did was considerable, not just to the lives they scarred and claimed, but also to morale and the spirits of those trapped under siege.
But there was one who sought to outdo the damage done by the Bringers who infiltrated Arx. His name is not known to this author but he was called the Pale Man by those unfortunate enough to encounter him. Through a great deal of research, it was determined that he was neither Bringer nor mortal minion of Brand's forces. He was found to be an Abyssal Knight, a servant of the demonic forces ranked below Heralds.
He brought darkness and silence with him, and a host of the corrupted undead to serve his purposes. First strike was made against the great Cathedral of Arx and it was there he claimed his first victims, under the cloak of consuming darkness. Men, women, and children were slaughtered without care for decency or mercy.
His second attack was at the Queensrest Inn, where he poisoned the food and drink laid out for a feast meant to honour Gild. The effects of this poison was to turn those who ingested it against their fellows. Many more died and the survivors were left with scars of both body and spirit, as the survivors of the Cathedral had been.
Between attacks, he taunted these survivors with the utmost cruelty. It was not his goal simply to hurt and kill, but to utterly destroy the spirit of those who sought to end his campaign against the people of Arx. Hundreds were dead but it was the survivors who took the full brunt of his depravity.
But they were undaunted. While many turned to research to find a way to kill or banish this foe, others went into the tunnels beneath Arx and discovered the potion maker who had crafted the poison which turned friend upon friend. Though they were grievously wounded they were able to stop further production.
The final act came at the site of his first attack, in the great Cathedral. There, brave souls gathered, both ritualists and the warriors they required to protect them. The ritual had been found in ancient fragments preserved through the ages, and it seemed to promise that it would both summon and then weaken the Knight.
With prayers on their lips and hope in their hearts, they began. The words spoken by the ritualists brought the Pale Man to that place. He stepped from an Abyssal mirror; he rose from a mocking painting; he assembled himself from the pages of a cruelly penned book. These pieces of himself threw themselves at the defenders, inflicting great damage. The Knight himself struck at those speaking the words of the ritual. They took such wounds as heroes take, in fighting the greatest evils.
And, like heroes, they fought on. The final words were spoken, and the demon's strength was stripped from him as the warriors of gods and spirits rose to strike him down. Lagoma's holy fire blossomed, and the staff of the Dominus-- gifted to the defenders-- fell upon the Pale Man's head. He succumbed, shrieking and spitting threats that he would never again be able to carry out on the people of Arx.
Brand's army still stood outside of the gates. Arx's safety was not yet assured. But there in the Cathedral another blow was struck against the Abyss and its foul servants. There, new heroes for a new age were born.
Written By Gisele
April 30, 2017, 12:32 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
An Account of Death's Vision to the People of Arx
From the Siege of Silence
in the year 1006 After the Reckoning
Recorded by Sister Gisele and given into the safekeeping of the Great Archives for future generations.
When Tolamar Brand marched on the city of Arx, there were many who doubted the true nature of the enemies facing the city. So it was that one of the Lost, the goddess Death, Queen of Endings and Beginnings, came to the people in a dream. Whether waking or sleeping every man, woman, and child in Arx shared the same vision.
Here is a true account of the contents of that dream so that all may remember.
It began in the dark of night. The forest pressed in all around. The shadows were thick and oppressive, like living things. Hungry things. It was peaceful but it did not remain so for long.
The forest was suddenly reverberating with the crack and crash of the trees destroyed by the approach of something. Every dreamer of Arx saw the bark lifted from those trees, torn from them piece by piece, to spin in slow revolutions around each bough; their branches followed, and their leaves after. They were stripped bare and pulled apart. When they struck the
ground, they were gone. The grass was ripped from the earth and then it too was gone.
It was a great pulse of destruction and it crashed out in every direction. There was no forest. There was no ocean. The dreamers stood upon the walls of Arx and saw that there was nothing at all left. Then it came for the walls themselves, stone by stone and then for those watching. Standing there, the people were disassembled, muscle by muscle, bone by bone. We felt ourselves fly apart, undone.We felt what it feels like to be transformed into oblivion.
But there was no relief to be had in that oblivion, nor any end to the horror. The dreamers were silent and powerless observers to the end of everything.
And in that void, we heard a voice.
It said to us this:
"You have seen what almost was. You have felt it. Your princess stopped it once before, saved the world once before. But it has found another way. It comes for you all now. It comes for Me. Oblivion spares no one."
These are the words of the Lady Death, one of the Lost Gods of the Pantheon, Queen of Endings, Mother of Beginnings, the Wheel that Turns. We keep them so that they are not forgotten, when a goddess spoke to warn a city and showed them a vision of the future.
From the Siege of Silence
in the year 1006 After the Reckoning
Recorded by Sister Gisele and given into the safekeeping of the Great Archives for future generations.
When Tolamar Brand marched on the city of Arx, there were many who doubted the true nature of the enemies facing the city. So it was that one of the Lost, the goddess Death, Queen of Endings and Beginnings, came to the people in a dream. Whether waking or sleeping every man, woman, and child in Arx shared the same vision.
Here is a true account of the contents of that dream so that all may remember.
It began in the dark of night. The forest pressed in all around. The shadows were thick and oppressive, like living things. Hungry things. It was peaceful but it did not remain so for long.
The forest was suddenly reverberating with the crack and crash of the trees destroyed by the approach of something. Every dreamer of Arx saw the bark lifted from those trees, torn from them piece by piece, to spin in slow revolutions around each bough; their branches followed, and their leaves after. They were stripped bare and pulled apart. When they struck the
ground, they were gone. The grass was ripped from the earth and then it too was gone.
It was a great pulse of destruction and it crashed out in every direction. There was no forest. There was no ocean. The dreamers stood upon the walls of Arx and saw that there was nothing at all left. Then it came for the walls themselves, stone by stone and then for those watching. Standing there, the people were disassembled, muscle by muscle, bone by bone. We felt ourselves fly apart, undone.We felt what it feels like to be transformed into oblivion.
But there was no relief to be had in that oblivion, nor any end to the horror. The dreamers were silent and powerless observers to the end of everything.
And in that void, we heard a voice.
It said to us this:
"You have seen what almost was. You have felt it. Your princess stopped it once before, saved the world once before. But it has found another way. It comes for you all now. It comes for Me. Oblivion spares no one."
These are the words of the Lady Death, one of the Lost Gods of the Pantheon, Queen of Endings, Mother of Beginnings, the Wheel that Turns. We keep them so that they are not forgotten, when a goddess spoke to warn a city and showed them a vision of the future.
Written By Ann
April 30, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Document the fifteenth:
Never have I enjoyed whisky more.
Do you know, whisky is better for you than water.
Drink the whisky.
Don't drink the water.
Never have I enjoyed whisky more.
Do you know, whisky is better for you than water.
Drink the whisky.
Don't drink the water.
Written By Eirene
April 30, 2017, 12:13 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace - an equally grumpy vet of too much crap. A demon plucked his eye out and sent taunting notes; he doubled down and fought harder. She respects that. The two plan on having a good working and personal relationships in the fight to keep humanity alive and kicking.
Written By Agnarr
April 30, 2017, 12:11 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Wonder how much a contract on a dragon would be. Half a castle?
Written By Darrow
April 30, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
At a dinner party held within the Darkwater Reach, Gyre men attacked and upset the evening.
Three of them I killed. One's blood still stains our floors, and I believe it might for all time.
I enjoyed that more than the chit-chat.
If all of my dinner invites promised blood, perhaps I would look forward to them more.
Three of them I killed. One's blood still stains our floors, and I believe it might for all time.
I enjoyed that more than the chit-chat.
If all of my dinner invites promised blood, perhaps I would look forward to them more.
Written By Reese
April 30, 2017, 12:06 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
It is no secret that I have grown close to Mae Culler.
I quite unable to keep such thing a secret and I
wouldn't want to either. One of the great things
about marrying a Lyceum prince is that Luca
the Nimble is okay with me being close Mae.
I think that it is possible to love two people
at once and I think that I do love them both.
I feel very blessed.
Princess Reese
I quite unable to keep such thing a secret and I
wouldn't want to either. One of the great things
about marrying a Lyceum prince is that Luca
the Nimble is okay with me being close Mae.
I think that it is possible to love two people
at once and I think that I do love them both.
I feel very blessed.
Princess Reese
Written By Ariel
April 30, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Feel as if I am moving on air
As I move about with up-done hair
Dressed in fabrics all pretty and fine
Occasionally indulging in raspberry wine
Thoughts of dancing in a field of flowers
Keeps me sometimes distracted for a few hours
The way that the gems sometimes gleam
Can make everything feel like a dream
As I move about with up-done hair
Dressed in fabrics all pretty and fine
Occasionally indulging in raspberry wine
Thoughts of dancing in a field of flowers
Keeps me sometimes distracted for a few hours
The way that the gems sometimes gleam
Can make everything feel like a dream
Written By Reese
April 30, 2017, 11:52 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Seva
Princess Seva also healed me
the other time I got bringer
attacked this week. She is
running to shop that raises
money of the poor of Thrax.
Her items are beautiful and
prices are reasonable and her
cause is a good one. She
also heals warrior princesses
like myself.
Princess Reese
the other time I got bringer
attacked this week. She is
running to shop that raises
money of the poor of Thrax.
Her items are beautiful and
prices are reasonable and her
cause is a good one. She
also heals warrior princesses
like myself.
Princess Reese
Written By Reese
April 30, 2017, 11:50 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lailah
I just found out that she can heal.
She came to help me after I got
bringer smashed. Princess
Valencia found her and brought
her to the grotto to heal me.
I appreciate her coming and
traveling there. I will have to
keep in mind that he can heal.
I get hurt a lot and so like
to keep nice with all healers.
Princess Reese
She came to help me after I got
bringer smashed. Princess
Valencia found her and brought
her to the grotto to heal me.
I appreciate her coming and
traveling there. I will have to
keep in mind that he can heal.
I get hurt a lot and so like
to keep nice with all healers.
Princess Reese
Written By Ariel
April 30, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Pretty things of silver and gold
Mountains filled with gems so I am told
A place often bright and sunny
That makes some of the sweetest honey
I am curious about the raspberry mead
Looking forward to tasting some indeed
I wonder about their region's fur
Are they soft enough to make one purr
So many answers to discover
And new questions to uncover
Mountains filled with gems so I am told
A place often bright and sunny
That makes some of the sweetest honey
I am curious about the raspberry mead
Looking forward to tasting some indeed
I wonder about their region's fur
Are they soft enough to make one purr
So many answers to discover
And new questions to uncover
Written By Ariel
April 30, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Missives sent
I think time well spent
Scholar so brilliant
Words so resilient
I but a performing artist
Some say I practice the hardest
Excited to meet
I wonder if my heart will skip a beat
Things are more peaceful in my mind
As I read these missives he signed
I think time well spent
Scholar so brilliant
Words so resilient
I but a performing artist
Some say I practice the hardest
Excited to meet
I wonder if my heart will skip a beat
Things are more peaceful in my mind
As I read these missives he signed
Written By Luca
April 30, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(5/15/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
It is amazing to me someone as young as her not only has unlocked the secret of alaericite, but that she's such an amazing hand at it that she's formed one of the most exceptionally balanced blades in my collection. Viper's Soul truly was worth every silver the moment it was blooded in that crazy new type of Bringer digging below the city and interrupting Ribbon and my wedding celebrations. I'd heartily recommend her skills without hesitation to any who can get opportunity to make use of them.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.