Written By Dagon
April 25, 2017, 5:20 a.m.(5/4/1006 AR)
Thrice damned be that bastard magician who thought to subvert my will. Clearly these things are stranger than fiction but....I still cannot believe what has taken place. I hope nothing comes of it and the infernal beast bleeds out somewhere, cold and alone. It's not enough though, to drive the evil back to his lair. One must find the beast and kill it while it is weak...may the Gods give me strength.
Written By Roland
April 24, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Gisele
<This entry is just a careful, simple sketch of a daffodil in the sunshine.>
Written By Niamh
April 24, 2017, 7:26 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Say what you will about Count Maximilian Darkwater; I can only speak of him in my own experience. He has been swift to offer his aid, whether to me personally or to the Compact, and is not afraid to use his influence to help a good cause.
Written By Charlaine
April 24, 2017, 7:26 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
Commissioned some jewelry, would recommend to any of my noble friends.
Written By Niamh
April 24, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
Princess Cara and I have different viewpoints on how to accomplish an objective, but we both agree the objective needs to be accomplished. I am pleased to know she will lend her wisdom to temper my enthusiasm.
Written By Charlaine
April 24, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Thank you for shopping this morning, I look forward to future lessons with you.
Written By Niamh
April 24, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
Her Grace, Crown Princess Lark Grayson, is a remarkable woman. There are few instances where I would ever wish to be caught between herself and Princess Cara again. Yet having born up under their scrutiny I feel more confident in my own cause. Her Grace has agreed to be a sponsor in the Order of the Golden Dragon and has drawn on Grayson funds to aid in the establishment of our headquarters. I look forward to working with her further in this and other matters.
Written By Charlaine
April 24, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
I can see why Count Darkwater has chosen you to be his voice.
Written By Dominic
April 24, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Not that my blessing is required but, as a patron of Grimhall trade, I support Harald's accension to ruler of House Grimhall and should anyone make a claim in contrary to Harald's claim, I fully stand behind him.
Written By Audric
April 24, 2017, 6:23 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Reasonable employers are, I have to say, one of the greatest joys of being a sellsword.
Written By Katarina
April 24, 2017, 3:03 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Alis and I don't get to spend nearly as much time as I'd like, especially now that she is to enter the next phase of her life as a married woman with Lord Fiachra very soon. It doesn't matter though, because she will always somehow manage to find time to check in on me when I least expect her to, or always know what I've been into with my studies and efforts around the city, no matter how small. She's truly like a sister to me, and Edain an elder brother I sorely lacked in my life.
Written By Katarina
April 24, 2017, 3 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
Duchess Belladonna Pravus?
I encountered her some weeks ago, first, in the shrine of the Sentinel. She'd been in prayer for far longer than I think her attending ladies were comfortable with, but she endured the discomfort and roused from her reverence with resilient grace and ease that I can only secretly hope for when the gods awful time comes for me to be with child. (Years from now, hopefully, after I've become a great sea admiral of the Oathlands and made Prince Edain talk like a sea-born sailor and outrace no less than three of the greatest ships the Mourning Isles have to offer. More on these ambitious goals later!)
Anyway. The Sentinel clearly blessed me with running into her that day, and any time thereafter. She has been nothing but kind and indulgent of my whims. From the picnic I sprung on her, and now this event to celebrate the continuity of life in the face of death, she's been my enabler to do things far beyond myself and I always feel better after having shared her company. She's quickly becoming someone I'd like to call a friend.
I encountered her some weeks ago, first, in the shrine of the Sentinel. She'd been in prayer for far longer than I think her attending ladies were comfortable with, but she endured the discomfort and roused from her reverence with resilient grace and ease that I can only secretly hope for when the gods awful time comes for me to be with child. (Years from now, hopefully, after I've become a great sea admiral of the Oathlands and made Prince Edain talk like a sea-born sailor and outrace no less than three of the greatest ships the Mourning Isles have to offer. More on these ambitious goals later!)
Anyway. The Sentinel clearly blessed me with running into her that day, and any time thereafter. She has been nothing but kind and indulgent of my whims. From the picnic I sprung on her, and now this event to celebrate the continuity of life in the face of death, she's been my enabler to do things far beyond myself and I always feel better after having shared her company. She's quickly becoming someone I'd like to call a friend.
Written By Merek
April 24, 2017, 2:47 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Nisaa
A Whisper that I met, who is from the lands of Eurusi. She is quite an interesting woman, and I think she is refreshing conversation to have during the times of this siege.
Written By Magden
April 24, 2017, 1:54 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Boy from the Tower, where have you gone?
Written By Charlaine
April 24, 2017, 1:24 p.m.(5/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
It has been about half a month since Prince Edain gave me Nora. The white dye in her fur has faded. She is not a Polar bear at all - oh the scandal! Nora has been returned to the black bear enclosure marked as some kind of scam. Beware in fake trades!
Written By Thena
April 24, 2017, 12:22 p.m.(5/2/1006 AR)
I'm not sure why someone would want to get married at a time like this. Seems like you might end up with a bunch of bri...oh wait.
Really though, I get it. That longing for human connection. The desire to shake your fist at the darkness, to laugh in its face and yell, "FUCK YOU YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS FROM ME!"
To have someone beside you when you do it. Someone with you.
I get it.
I just don't feel it.
Really though, I get it. That longing for human connection. The desire to shake your fist at the darkness, to laugh in its face and yell, "FUCK YOU YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS FROM ME!"
To have someone beside you when you do it. Someone with you.
I get it.
I just don't feel it.
Written By Shadow
April 24, 2017, 12:03 p.m.(5/2/1006 AR)
~Written in Northlands Shav~
Last night, A night a beauty and of darkness.
The wedding of the Princess I call Pink Ribbon was last night, She was a sight in her dress of white. A beauty to her that I have seldom seen or encountered even with all the wonders of the wilds and the spirits..
She married the Lazy Prince, Who I managed to meet before the wedding as he was readying for it. I told him that if he hurts her that noble or not I will come for him and I will make a pouch from his root and stone. The man laughed it off and clapped me on the shoulder, I am not sure if he thinks I was joking.. But I wasn't. I care about the Pink Ribbon and do not wish to see her hurt, Don't wish to see her pained.
When they kissed it became too much for me, I tried to leave but as I was and freeing myself of that soft shirt that they favor here in the city and from what I have been told in the south pup and the other animals began to react strangely.
Once I realized something was wrong I tried to get to Pink Ribbon and her new husband, her chosen but the ground broke beneath me. It was a strange sensation, To feel the ground give way and start to slide down. I thought perhaps that was it for me.
In that moment, that one moment where you find yourself tumbling towards the darkness and the unknown that lurks within I tried with all I had to call to the spirits, To call to the thunderborn but none would listen, None even whispered to me. This has not ever happened that I can remember, at least not to me. This.. is troubling, deeply so. I tried to call on them to protect Pink Ribbon and others, accepting in that moment that I might fall.. But even then.. They did not listen, they did not whisper.
The spirits have abandoned me, What sin I have made against them I do not know. Perhaps I have eaten too many sins and that is why they no longer wish to hear me.. no longer whisper to me. But I ate those sins so others would know peace, Would be once again one with the wilds and the spirits.. And now.. This.
I do not know what I did to anger the spirits so, To make them. My only family forsake me. I was always told I was born of them, that my father was thunderborn. Now I am not sure, Or maybe that is my sin.. That I am not of either world and they now see that.
Soon after I tried to fight the thing with my fists, It did not go well. The Dark one hitting me through a few wedding tables and leaving me with wood sticking from me in places..
I do not what hurts more, The spirits abandoning me or my body..
It was a sad night that got only worse for me.. I do not know what path is mine now.. I am lost.
Last night, A night a beauty and of darkness.
The wedding of the Princess I call Pink Ribbon was last night, She was a sight in her dress of white. A beauty to her that I have seldom seen or encountered even with all the wonders of the wilds and the spirits..
She married the Lazy Prince, Who I managed to meet before the wedding as he was readying for it. I told him that if he hurts her that noble or not I will come for him and I will make a pouch from his root and stone. The man laughed it off and clapped me on the shoulder, I am not sure if he thinks I was joking.. But I wasn't. I care about the Pink Ribbon and do not wish to see her hurt, Don't wish to see her pained.
When they kissed it became too much for me, I tried to leave but as I was and freeing myself of that soft shirt that they favor here in the city and from what I have been told in the south pup and the other animals began to react strangely.
Once I realized something was wrong I tried to get to Pink Ribbon and her new husband, her chosen but the ground broke beneath me. It was a strange sensation, To feel the ground give way and start to slide down. I thought perhaps that was it for me.
In that moment, that one moment where you find yourself tumbling towards the darkness and the unknown that lurks within I tried with all I had to call to the spirits, To call to the thunderborn but none would listen, None even whispered to me. This has not ever happened that I can remember, at least not to me. This.. is troubling, deeply so. I tried to call on them to protect Pink Ribbon and others, accepting in that moment that I might fall.. But even then.. They did not listen, they did not whisper.
The spirits have abandoned me, What sin I have made against them I do not know. Perhaps I have eaten too many sins and that is why they no longer wish to hear me.. no longer whisper to me. But I ate those sins so others would know peace, Would be once again one with the wilds and the spirits.. And now.. This.
I do not know what I did to anger the spirits so, To make them. My only family forsake me. I was always told I was born of them, that my father was thunderborn. Now I am not sure, Or maybe that is my sin.. That I am not of either world and they now see that.
Soon after I tried to fight the thing with my fists, It did not go well. The Dark one hitting me through a few wedding tables and leaving me with wood sticking from me in places..
I do not what hurts more, The spirits abandoning me or my body..
It was a sad night that got only worse for me.. I do not know what path is mine now.. I am lost.
Written By Aiden
April 24, 2017, 11:34 a.m.(5/2/1006 AR)
When I awoke, and I think I only slept for an hour before those nightmares awoke me again...
I read all the missives that came to me over my last journal entry...
Writing when you're tired... is dangerous....
Still, I take heart in the few friendships I do have. I thought to share the one letter which makes me regret and wish I could recant my words. I've rewritten the letter it in my hand to promote the power of each word told to me.
****
I have kind people who will bring to me information from archives of journals that I might find of interest. I have asked them to let me know of yours when they are availed. I have seen one about mirrors. I wanted to tell you something important. Something I wish for you to remember when you look upon your reflection and hear the words of others.
You are sweet, kind, sensitive, and tender. I do not know about soft. You are not weak, a push over, fragile, nor a coward, and certainly not a disappointment to me.
Do not protest, for I have seen you be hit with a chair, a body, and fall from a balcony. These things prove that you are not fragile or weak, as a man who was would be like oats left in water too long, mush. I have seen you tell me to take cover to keep safe while you brought up bow to strike at numerous monsters. This proves you are no coward at all. You spoke loudly, stood your ground, were prepared to give your all to protect others. You are not mouse, nor prey. You are a strong man that I am fortunate to know.You are sweet, and that sweetness has made me smile. You are kind, and that kindness has made me feel welcomed. You are sensitive, and that sensitivity has allowed us to find connection and friendship. You are tender, and that tenderness makes me feel closer to you than I do to many others.
Prince Aiden, I am not with you at all times. But in the moments I have been, I promise you, when I look upon you, I see only someone I wish to be in company of more often. You have made me feel safe and give me joy, and I hope that the man I know as friend Aiden never disappears.
***
Thank you dearest friend.
To one of my best friends that wrote me as well, your continued encouragement pushes me forward.
To my brother... words don't need to be written for you to know...
And to friends I have yet to properly know, I will need you, so let the Gods put us on the same path that we may meet.
A sigil mark has stamped the page: A bow nocked with arrow.
I read all the missives that came to me over my last journal entry...
Writing when you're tired... is dangerous....
Still, I take heart in the few friendships I do have. I thought to share the one letter which makes me regret and wish I could recant my words. I've rewritten the letter it in my hand to promote the power of each word told to me.
****
I have kind people who will bring to me information from archives of journals that I might find of interest. I have asked them to let me know of yours when they are availed. I have seen one about mirrors. I wanted to tell you something important. Something I wish for you to remember when you look upon your reflection and hear the words of others.
You are sweet, kind, sensitive, and tender. I do not know about soft. You are not weak, a push over, fragile, nor a coward, and certainly not a disappointment to me.
Do not protest, for I have seen you be hit with a chair, a body, and fall from a balcony. These things prove that you are not fragile or weak, as a man who was would be like oats left in water too long, mush. I have seen you tell me to take cover to keep safe while you brought up bow to strike at numerous monsters. This proves you are no coward at all. You spoke loudly, stood your ground, were prepared to give your all to protect others. You are not mouse, nor prey. You are a strong man that I am fortunate to know.You are sweet, and that sweetness has made me smile. You are kind, and that kindness has made me feel welcomed. You are sensitive, and that sensitivity has allowed us to find connection and friendship. You are tender, and that tenderness makes me feel closer to you than I do to many others.
Prince Aiden, I am not with you at all times. But in the moments I have been, I promise you, when I look upon you, I see only someone I wish to be in company of more often. You have made me feel safe and give me joy, and I hope that the man I know as friend Aiden never disappears.
***
Thank you dearest friend.
To one of my best friends that wrote me as well, your continued encouragement pushes me forward.
To my brother... words don't need to be written for you to know...
And to friends I have yet to properly know, I will need you, so let the Gods put us on the same path that we may meet.
A sigil mark has stamped the page: A bow nocked with arrow.
Written By Aiden
April 24, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(5/2/1006 AR)
Date of Entry: 5/01/1006 AR at 405am
For weeks, I haven't slept well. Each night I reflect upon my time.
At last, I thought, I'm getting somewhere. I'm making friends.
I thought, I am getting ahead. Aren't I?
Then, I look in the mirror.
He is unchanged. He is the same.
Sweet. Kind. Sensitive. Tender. Soft...
I hear these words repeated by those around me... and I think...
I know what they're really saying...
Weak. Push over. Fragile. Coward. Disappointment.
Mouse... Easy prey...
Is it true? Am I so easily weakened and preyed upon?
I relive my last few days. I think, it must be true.
I am all of these things.
And I stare at my reflection and know.
He must break. He must disappear.
I will miss having a mirror.
(OOC: Did not know we shouldn't delete things. Putting entry back in.)
For weeks, I haven't slept well. Each night I reflect upon my time.
At last, I thought, I'm getting somewhere. I'm making friends.
I thought, I am getting ahead. Aren't I?
Then, I look in the mirror.
He is unchanged. He is the same.
Sweet. Kind. Sensitive. Tender. Soft...
I hear these words repeated by those around me... and I think...
I know what they're really saying...
Weak. Push over. Fragile. Coward. Disappointment.
Mouse... Easy prey...
Is it true? Am I so easily weakened and preyed upon?
I relive my last few days. I think, it must be true.
I am all of these things.
And I stare at my reflection and know.
He must break. He must disappear.
I will miss having a mirror.
(OOC: Did not know we shouldn't delete things. Putting entry back in.)
Written By Valery
April 24, 2017, 10:52 a.m.(5/2/1006 AR)
I have a new patron.
I hadn't thought about it, after the death of the Duchess.
And I wasn't really expecting it.
But it's nice.
I hadn't thought about it, after the death of the Duchess.
And I wasn't really expecting it.
But it's nice.
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