Written By Zhayla
April 16, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
It's funny how you can lose someone, and they only get more and more important to you every day. Then again, I lost my sister before I really knew her: a moment, and then she was gone. But she left behind so much--.
It was hard for me to really grieve for what I'd lost at the time, because in a way, I didn't lose anything. It still hurt. There was an ache. I might not have known her for long, but she filled a moment like it was a year. But I lost a potential more than I lost anything real. It hurt because there was an emptiness that I knew could have been filled. But it wasn't like I'd had something and had it torn away, not like it hurt the people around me. The people who were her real friends, her real family.
And so many of them have reached out to me, to take me in. Every one surprises me again, in a different way. All kinds of people, commoner and noble, but it's easy to see in each of them something that made her reach out to them, too. Something that made them special.
So maybe it's not that strange when I say I miss my sister, even if I barely knew her, and that I'm forever grateful to her.
It was hard for me to really grieve for what I'd lost at the time, because in a way, I didn't lose anything. It still hurt. There was an ache. I might not have known her for long, but she filled a moment like it was a year. But I lost a potential more than I lost anything real. It hurt because there was an emptiness that I knew could have been filled. But it wasn't like I'd had something and had it torn away, not like it hurt the people around me. The people who were her real friends, her real family.
And so many of them have reached out to me, to take me in. Every one surprises me again, in a different way. All kinds of people, commoner and noble, but it's easy to see in each of them something that made her reach out to them, too. Something that made them special.
So maybe it's not that strange when I say I miss my sister, even if I barely knew her, and that I'm forever grateful to her.
Written By Esoka
April 16, 2017, 6:04 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
The night seemed an ordinary one.
And yet not ordinary. The stew watery from the press on resources in the city. The civilians, even children, huddled together, looking for the strength that comes in just being surrounded by more people. I have been to war, but never so long in a city under siege. Every moment of it presses on the nerves.
His eyes were wrong. And when I pulled closer to him, I saw that everything about him was wrong. Bringers amongst us. In the guise of servants, and mothers with bundles of evil disguised as babes.
Everything about them is wrong.
The fight is a blur, there were so many of the creatures. I will remember the Graysons, and those who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, taking up arms to protect those who could not fight. I will remember Thesarin taking Tikva to safety. I will remember that our steel ended those monsters, and that they can be killed.
We shall kill each Bringer to the last, and we shall protect our own.
And I shall pray for the morning when ordinary no longer means this.
And yet not ordinary. The stew watery from the press on resources in the city. The civilians, even children, huddled together, looking for the strength that comes in just being surrounded by more people. I have been to war, but never so long in a city under siege. Every moment of it presses on the nerves.
His eyes were wrong. And when I pulled closer to him, I saw that everything about him was wrong. Bringers amongst us. In the guise of servants, and mothers with bundles of evil disguised as babes.
Everything about them is wrong.
The fight is a blur, there were so many of the creatures. I will remember the Graysons, and those who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, taking up arms to protect those who could not fight. I will remember Thesarin taking Tikva to safety. I will remember that our steel ended those monsters, and that they can be killed.
We shall kill each Bringer to the last, and we shall protect our own.
And I shall pray for the morning when ordinary no longer means this.
Written By Nisaa
April 16, 2017, 6:02 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Prince A-den has been a nice person to talk to. He is very shy, and at times, [aukword is crossed out] awkward, especially when many people are about. We had an interesting talk about animals one day while sitting by the river. He knows a lot about birds and comes alive when talking about them. I told him I did not think there was an [anminal is crossed out - amin is crossed out] pet that is right for me. We laughed when thinking of me carrying a fish in a bowl around. I feel [pri-vlgjd is crossed out] blessed to know him.
Written By Nisaa
April 16, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
The people at the [arkiveists is crossed out] archives offered to write for me. I asked instead they help check what I [right is crossed out with write written above] or help me spell.
Malik and I are [settle-ing is crossed out] settling in to the city. I think that he is add-just-ing more quickly than I. Already, he has many who wish for him to paint for them, and other work lined up. My trunk was lost somewhere from since we left the ship. Wilhem, though, says he will help me with a costume. I just have to be [payshent is crossed out] patient. He is a busy man. Once I have my costume, I can perform, and then, things will land into place.
I have met many people though. Many nice people. I was worried about being so foreign here, but so far, I am treated well. I hope it continues to be case.
Malik and I are [settle-ing is crossed out] settling in to the city. I think that he is add-just-ing more quickly than I. Already, he has many who wish for him to paint for them, and other work lined up. My trunk was lost somewhere from since we left the ship. Wilhem, though, says he will help me with a costume. I just have to be [payshent is crossed out] patient. He is a busy man. Once I have my costume, I can perform, and then, things will land into place.
I have met many people though. Many nice people. I was worried about being so foreign here, but so far, I am treated well. I hope it continues to be case.
Written By Leta
April 16, 2017, 4:46 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
I'm no scholar and I'm no godsworn, so I don't know about such things. It just sounds to me like Brand needs to get himself laid. Some wine, or maybe some haze if that's his preference, and good company and good cheer, and dancing with such folk as he likes, and then someone oughta bang him like a war drum, right and proper.
Enemies who want to conquer the world to have an army of slaves and such, that makes some sense to me. Enemies who want to end everything cause the world's too noisy, as I'm told that's what a cacophony means, well they're just not right in the head.
Enemies who want to conquer the world to have an army of slaves and such, that makes some sense to me. Enemies who want to end everything cause the world's too noisy, as I'm told that's what a cacophony means, well they're just not right in the head.
Written By Leola
April 16, 2017, 4:28 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
I met Knight-Commander Armel of the Knights of Solace today. We were on the walls; Aletta and I were keeping watch as the Shav brought their offer of truce and requesting our surrender in. We discussed the siege, and the likely results. When he learned who I was, and knowing my role, I swear there was a look of pity in his eyes.
I understand that. I wish I didn't. I do.
He was kind enough to offer advice, and polite enough to listen to my own rather unschooled thoughts on war. Perhaps when this is over, we might talk again. He seems the sort who has many strong allies, but few he feels comfortable calling friend.
I understand that. I wish I didn't. I do.
He was kind enough to offer advice, and polite enough to listen to my own rather unschooled thoughts on war. Perhaps when this is over, we might talk again. He seems the sort who has many strong allies, but few he feels comfortable calling friend.
Written By Mira
April 16, 2017, 4:11 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
And then, suddenly, the world was completely different. Before, books were my whole world. I studied laws and bargains and contracts, and the world made perfect, logical sense. But now? Now, nothing makes sense.
I don't even know who I can trust, anymore...
I don't even know who I can trust, anymore...
Written By Valery
April 16, 2017, 4 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
It gets so frustrating, not knowing what to do to help...
Written By Ansel
April 16, 2017, 3:32 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I do not often decide to wade from the shallow pool into the deep and murky waters of the city's politics. But there are times in which duty and circumstance demand it.
I am grateful that we are sworn to those who are unafraid to stand for what is right, even if they stand against the many. So long as I am able, they will not do so alone.
I am grateful that we are sworn to those who are unafraid to stand for what is right, even if they stand against the many. So long as I am able, they will not do so alone.
Written By Anze
April 16, 2017, 2:24 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
One the that the siege really puts into perspective, and one of the most interesting things I had come to realize once I moved here from the north, is that you can find some piece of entertainment or something interesting in the city even if you've been here for a year. There are still whole swathes of it I havent seen yet and thousands I haven't met, its quite insane really.
Written By Darrow
April 16, 2017, 12:47 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
I did not take part in the spreading of contagion, nor the flaying of prisoners.
But upon my hands, and those marines of the Lament, are the blood of countless. Some innocent? Yes. There are always casualties in war - and I control not the flight of bolts nor the spread of flames. Does my heart spare one second of sorrow for these souls? No. They died so that our war could be continued, and their lands taken.
But I am not a cruel man.
Cruelty requires one enjoy it.
But upon my hands, and those marines of the Lament, are the blood of countless. Some innocent? Yes. There are always casualties in war - and I control not the flight of bolts nor the spread of flames. Does my heart spare one second of sorrow for these souls? No. They died so that our war could be continued, and their lands taken.
But I am not a cruel man.
Cruelty requires one enjoy it.
Written By Darrow
April 16, 2017, 12:43 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Admiral Abbas, labeled as a murderer and butcher.
I know that if they wish to malign this man, they will need step past my resolve.
And I will not be forgiving.
I know that if they wish to malign this man, they will need step past my resolve.
And I will not be forgiving.
Written By Estaban
April 16, 2017, 12:31 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
It has not been a easy transition coming to the city, when you are on the waters and have the wind on your face and the warm sun kissing your skin you tend to have no worries. I am thankful for my cousins summons and I am thankful that I came to the city. I have had many welcomed surprises and some not so pleasant things happen as well but that is how it goes when you bring your head back to the ground and not let it float up in the clouds. It is time that I become the man I need to be, a man of the house Saik I only hope that after everything is said and done that I do right by all.
Written By Acacia
April 16, 2017, 12:22 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
He has a serious side, but he gets jobs done without ever being too overbearing. That's an important trait, really. He didn't seem to mind my request that his armored form would be the best at taking any potential hits that came our way. So maybe there's some heroic blood in him too. I can still smell the mint though. It's been a bloody week. Blessed be.
Written By Acacia
April 16, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Thena's competent. I can still see the Grayhope in her, which isn't a bad thing, really. She keeps just enough of a sparkle to keep one interested in what she's going to do next. I'll probably always prefer her not in Iron armor, but we all find our place.
Written By Estaban
April 16, 2017, noon(4/14/1006 AR)
So I have become part of the Iron Guard, I wear their armor and their badge but I do not yet feel part of them. But this I hope will pass soon enough I am still new and I am just getting to know the other Iron Guards. I do know that I am starting to find my way, my path is starting to become a bit more clearer now. I do hope that my father is pleased that I have not shrugged something like this off to the wind and that I have decided to put myself into something more then adventure.
Written By Harper
April 16, 2017, 11:35 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
Another one of us in th' Guard. He ain't too bad for someone that uses a lot of words (a lot. a whole lot. a looooot) on account of the dagger he gave me. I've started practicin with it by tossin it across m'room at the Crown and into th' wall on th' other side of the target I drew up an' pinned there. I might even get good enough to win a game o'darts at th' Murder.
Written By Calypso
April 16, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fiora
I've always felt the women in my family tend to hold this kind of fierce self confidence and determined air about them. Fiora is no different. Though she may shy away from openly displaying such, I see it in her in our private conversations. She has a good head on her shoulders, a swift thinker. In the past she has very much dodged responsibility and commitment, I see now that the tides have begun to change. I'm glad she is back in the city and willing to show her fierce determination.
Family is everything. I can't say enough good about mine. They are everything to me.
Family is everything. I can't say enough good about mine. They are everything to me.
Written By Peregrine
April 16, 2017, 11:24 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
...as dictated to a scribe of Vellichor...
It is like home to hear the Heron Lady. We did not keep words on paper with ink. There it was songs. Our lives were with music. My own Temmas had a voice that could bring the sun from behind clouds. Tikva is like this. She brings smiles and songs. She is sunshine and her little lord is very lucky to have such a mother. Little things grow best in sunlight.
It is like home to hear the Heron Lady. We did not keep words on paper with ink. There it was songs. Our lives were with music. My own Temmas had a voice that could bring the sun from behind clouds. Tikva is like this. She brings smiles and songs. She is sunshine and her little lord is very lucky to have such a mother. Little things grow best in sunlight.
Written By Peregrine
April 16, 2017, 11:18 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
...as dictated to a priest of Vellichor...
She was named Princess Ribbons to me. Her colours are bright, in the forest she would be seen for a very long way because of them but I think it would be no bad thing for her. She sees clearly. She sees me as people, she sees the Gold Feathers as what they are. She is the first to say, "Peregrine, what do you think about this?" and not only once. I like this Princess Ribbons. When Calarian says, "Soft is not weakness," it is this one I think of.
She was named Princess Ribbons to me. Her colours are bright, in the forest she would be seen for a very long way because of them but I think it would be no bad thing for her. She sees clearly. She sees me as people, she sees the Gold Feathers as what they are. She is the first to say, "Peregrine, what do you think about this?" and not only once. I like this Princess Ribbons. When Calarian says, "Soft is not weakness," it is this one I think of.
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