Written By Peregrine
April 16, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
...as dictated to a priest of Vellichor...
The little mother is strong. She is fierce as any falcon and will hatch a fierce chick. When Bringers come she fights without armour or weapons. She makes armour, she makes weapons, with what is around her. She is one who would do well in the wilds but it is good she is here. I look to her for how to be here.
The little mother is strong. She is fierce as any falcon and will hatch a fierce chick. When Bringers come she fights without armour or weapons. She makes armour, she makes weapons, with what is around her. She is one who would do well in the wilds but it is good she is here. I look to her for how to be here.
Written By Mydas
April 16, 2017, 11:02 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Of course Brand has a plan. But one does not offer an ultimatum out of the kindness of one's heart. If he gives an ultimatum now, it's because he considers that plan of his risky, that he would rather win this without having to risk so much of his forces. He's not counting on us accepting of course. He only wants to divide to better conquer, weaken his enemy before the finishing blow.
So let's not give the bastard what he wants.
So let's not give the bastard what he wants.
Written By Calaudrin
April 16, 2017, 11:01 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Surrender? Who has time for that? I have refugees to recruit. One of them hit me with a rotten tomato today. It's going well.
Written By Harper
April 16, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Sparte's so funny he made me snort coffee all over the page 'fore this and all the ink ran. Shame 'cause it was a masterwork.
Which, for one: coffee. (It's so good. Scholar's gotta cuppa too. And one them iced buns on account of lettin me write this while eatin.)
For second: the page 'fore this was a list of words synonymous (my new word, see) with ass. I counted sixty-eight before I quit.
For third: Can we use that white flag in the Iron Guard barrack latrines? Askin for a friend.
Which, for one: coffee. (It's so good. Scholar's gotta cuppa too. And one them iced buns on account of lettin me write this while eatin.)
For second: the page 'fore this was a list of words synonymous (my new word, see) with ass. I counted sixty-eight before I quit.
For third: Can we use that white flag in the Iron Guard barrack latrines? Askin for a friend.
Written By Calypso
April 16, 2017, 10:20 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Given the recent events pertaining to Prince Abbas' choice of tactics at war, I've considered beginning a document on the honorable conduct of war. Something to be discussed and agreed upon by the High Lords of the realm. We do not condone the killing of innocents and the slaughter of nations. Leave the merciless killing and brutal acts of war to those who chose to face it for their cause.
A task to be discussed after this war is won. Let none distract us from the goal at hand.
A task to be discussed after this war is won. Let none distract us from the goal at hand.
Written By Merek
April 16, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Recently, we have received an ultimatum from Brand. He would not do this if he didn't have a plan. While some think it's being over-confident, I think he has a plan. We must continue to thwart him in the city. Two weeks. We have to be vigilant. But for once, I think I'm going to relax for a day while Meeka handles the logistics of my funds and charitable works. A massage, a nice bath, and perhaps a little shopping to give back to the community. Afterwards, I have things to make for people.
Written By Sparte
April 16, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
'Blah blah blah surrender and die or don't surrender and die anyway.' I don't know who writes Brand's ultimatums but their career is as dead as his hopes of winning this siege.
Written By Simone
April 16, 2017, 10:02 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Dear Gentle Readers:
There is no doubt that war is terrible. It is the greatest catastrophe that can befall human beings. It brings death and destruction, merciless slaughter and butchery, disease and starvation, poverty and ruin in its wake. I only have only to think of the havoc that was wrought to each individual near and abroad and I pray to the Gods - the old and the new - for peace.
But, somehow, we must recognize and come to terms with the fact that it is a necessary, inescapable terror. A glance at the past of the world will show war has been a recurrent phenomenon in our history. No period has been free from the devastating effects of war.
In view of it seems futile to talk of permanent, everlasting peace. It's this worry that has caused an unpredictable shift of my being. Concerns that I assumed were a result of my exhaustion. Lingering worry. Deep dread. I thought that this was the time that I was supposed to realize the wonders of impending motherhood.
Instead, things are less wonderful. If there is one thing you can expect when you are having a child, it's that everyone will have will have some witty remark or sympathies given in earnest. Someone reassured me that I will never have decent sleep again. Which, by the way, I've decided that anyone who is amused by my impending sleep deprivation, reveal themselves to be rather sadistic. Don't you think?
The thing is, I don't really know what I should expect.
I do have the strength of will to find out.
M. Simone Greenmarch
4/13/1006 AR
There is no doubt that war is terrible. It is the greatest catastrophe that can befall human beings. It brings death and destruction, merciless slaughter and butchery, disease and starvation, poverty and ruin in its wake. I only have only to think of the havoc that was wrought to each individual near and abroad and I pray to the Gods - the old and the new - for peace.
But, somehow, we must recognize and come to terms with the fact that it is a necessary, inescapable terror. A glance at the past of the world will show war has been a recurrent phenomenon in our history. No period has been free from the devastating effects of war.
In view of it seems futile to talk of permanent, everlasting peace. It's this worry that has caused an unpredictable shift of my being. Concerns that I assumed were a result of my exhaustion. Lingering worry. Deep dread. I thought that this was the time that I was supposed to realize the wonders of impending motherhood.
Instead, things are less wonderful. If there is one thing you can expect when you are having a child, it's that everyone will have will have some witty remark or sympathies given in earnest. Someone reassured me that I will never have decent sleep again. Which, by the way, I've decided that anyone who is amused by my impending sleep deprivation, reveal themselves to be rather sadistic. Don't you think?
The thing is, I don't really know what I should expect.
I do have the strength of will to find out.
M. Simone Greenmarch
4/13/1006 AR
Written By Mirari
April 16, 2017, 8:14 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
If this siege is making you feel dirty, I have soaps! I just added blackberry hair tonic, in fact.
Written By Silas
April 16, 2017, 5:56 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
I got myself a set of rubicund armor.
I feel very... red.
I feel very... red.
Written By Mira
April 16, 2017, 3:55 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Jhond
A friend of my father, who used to tease me as a girl. Now all grown up into...a courtesan? Didn't see that one coming...
Written By Mira
April 16, 2017, 3:53 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
My patron, who curiously doesn't seem to be that interested in the law.
Written By Mira
April 16, 2017, 3:53 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
A scoundrel and a rogue! Very charming, dashing, handsome--wait. Stay focused. Still a rogue. Gruff. Irreverent. But he does pay well.
Written By Audric
April 16, 2017, 3:45 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
All these people writing about how bad they feel about killing! It confuses me, I have to say, as a man who's devoted his life to leading an army of killers to kill other people for coin. Here's the advice I shall offer, to those with heavy hearts about it: it gets easier. Eventually, you start to get bored with it, really! Or you learn exactly how to drink to stop it bothering you. Me? I drink because it makes everyone else more entertaining and, really, most people are dreadfully boring without it.
Written By Aiden
April 16, 2017, 2:43 a.m.(4/13/1006 AR)
I do not condone unjustly killings. I hired none for this. I had hired none.
I was with my Grayson Guard and others came to do as they ought. I owe my life to them. However I will not pay for the deed of a man's death... His death is on my hands.
I have killed a man.
I wish he had gotten away... for my heart is heavy. That he almost killed me matters not.
I killed him.
I was with my Grayson Guard and others came to do as they ought. I owe my life to them. However I will not pay for the deed of a man's death... His death is on my hands.
I have killed a man.
I wish he had gotten away... for my heart is heavy. That he almost killed me matters not.
I killed him.
Written By Thena
April 15, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(4/12/1006 AR)
Had my first briefing with the rest of the Iron Guard today. Some of them were awfully free with Commander Silas, but he didn't seem to mind and he seems to keep very close track of what his underlings are up to. I did nearly lose my temper (not at the Commander of course) but managed to keep my mouth shut until afterwards, where I could speak more or less freely.
Petrae would probably say I am getting pulled back into my previous life too much. I wish I could speak to her, but after experiencing more of the siege in recent days I feel sure she must be dead by now.
Petrae would probably say I am getting pulled back into my previous life too much. I wish I could speak to her, but after experiencing more of the siege in recent days I feel sure she must be dead by now.
Written By Harper
April 15, 2017, 10:33 p.m.(4/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Th' Lord Commander of the Iron Guard. Th' big cheese ( that makes me hungry. Scholar, we allowed to bring food here. Sorry, sorry - ) and the boss man. He's got a lot on his plate, but he makes sure that we meet and talk regular. It keeps th' morale up, givin' us a chance to shoot the shit around while talking business. Weird thing is, yeah, he put up with it a lot more than he usually does. Makes me wonder if somethin's UP.
Written By Ariel
April 15, 2017, 10:17 p.m.(4/12/1006 AR)
Amazing with animals.
Interestingly shy.
Daringly handsome.
Enchancting with birds.
Naive but charming
Interestingly shy.
Daringly handsome.
Enchancting with birds.
Naive but charming
Written By Maude
April 15, 2017, 9:50 p.m.(4/12/1006 AR)
At times, one's vows to serve those above and protect those below seem to put one at odds with notions of honor in war. To be honorable and lose and, in that loss, to doom those who count on you to be their shield and their sword when they have none? Is my honor worth their deaths? Rarely. My honor, and Gloria's disapproval, perhaps, is a price I've often paid. And yet, at the time, it seemed to me other gods called upon me to do so. I was likely wrong, but one does not always have the luxury of prayer and theological debate.
And so, kind and goodly people sleep safe in their beds at night for some of us are willing to pay the price and make the choices they would not, etc, etc, etc.
Yet, one should not grow too enamoured of one's own image as someone who does what must be done. The hard choice then becomes too easy, and wasteful cruelty wielded because it is expedient, not because it is necessary.
These are an old woman's thoughts, nothing more. I have too much blood on my own hands to judge another's without knowing why they did what they did.
On the subject of flaying, however, I'm unconvinced that it is anything but a cultural affectation. Like folk dancing. It hardly seems a custom worth preserving.
Written By Rowan
April 15, 2017, 8:53 p.m.(4/12/1006 AR)
Mother Crab was known by all the creatures on the beach from the gulls to the sand mites to be given to opinions on everything. None were subject so heavily to hearing these opinions as her own child.
The Young Crab, out playing while the tide was low, scurried from side to side.
Mother Crab was aghast.
"Why do you walk sideways?!" she exclaimed. "A proper gentleman should always walk straight forward, and it is so much more becoming with your toes turned out."
Young Crab asked of his mother, ever the obedient child, "Will you show me how to walk, dear Mother? I want to learn."
And so Mother Crab set about turning her feet outward and made to take a step, determined to set the example. However, Mother Crab found she could only walk as sideways as her child had. Flustered, she continued to try, until she tripped and fell onto her nose to the laughter of the gulls watching from overhead.
The Young Crab, out playing while the tide was low, scurried from side to side.
Mother Crab was aghast.
"Why do you walk sideways?!" she exclaimed. "A proper gentleman should always walk straight forward, and it is so much more becoming with your toes turned out."
Young Crab asked of his mother, ever the obedient child, "Will you show me how to walk, dear Mother? I want to learn."
And so Mother Crab set about turning her feet outward and made to take a step, determined to set the example. However, Mother Crab found she could only walk as sideways as her child had. Flustered, she continued to try, until she tripped and fell onto her nose to the laughter of the gulls watching from overhead.
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