Written By Serafine
April 9, 2017, 10:17 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
Oh, my lady. If ever I would name a child after a person, it would be you.
As it is, you may have to settle for a cat or a fox or something.
Truly, though; you're a -gifted- artist.
As it is, you may have to settle for a cat or a fox or something.
Truly, though; you're a -gifted- artist.
Written By Anze
April 9, 2017, 10:09 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Gustaf is adorable, but I wonder if I can make him more of a bastard... I want him to rule over the Malvici estate like a king. Is there such thing as strength training for cats?
Written By Khanne
April 9, 2017, 10:01 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I thought waiting a day or so before writing about the events would help clear my head and let me arrange words more clearly to express all that happened. I was wrong. I do not think my mind is yet prepared to thoroughly express the magnitude of that which occurred.
The tapestry ever weaves itself, and with each passing day, it is apparent to me that the pictures once thought so separate are truly interwoven into a grand panorama. I have seen the Spirits work, have spoken with the Spirits themselves.... and I have seen the miracles of the Pantheon as well. This is to me, further proof that Arx united, all working together, is the key.
It fucking rained spiders.....
The tapestry ever weaves itself, and with each passing day, it is apparent to me that the pictures once thought so separate are truly interwoven into a grand panorama. I have seen the Spirits work, have spoken with the Spirits themselves.... and I have seen the miracles of the Pantheon as well. This is to me, further proof that Arx united, all working together, is the key.
It fucking rained spiders.....
Written By Mae
April 9, 2017, 10 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I took my first client, for Mae's athletic training! Running is really important, everyone. You can get across the city faster, you are more healthy, you can eat more and not get fat, and also, you can run away from scary things. Esoka did great, and didn't even fall off the Sovereign Bridge! I'm proud!
If anyone is reading this and wants a coach, write me!
Are we allowed to advertise in these things?
If anyone is reading this and wants a coach, write me!
Are we allowed to advertise in these things?
Written By Rymarr
April 9, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I've heard through the gossips that Princess Reese may very well be getting married soon. This is wonderful news! She is a stalwart defender of...it often seems like everything. No cause is beneath her willingness to serve it and that is what the Compact needs. Even during my time as part of the King's Own, she would regularly visit with me in order to discuss the news of the day and to keep the knights of the Crown informed. To know that, amidst all of the turmoil of the day, that she is still looking to social obligations as an important detail of life and her own potential happiness? Great news indeed.
Further, such news can be found to be inspiring. To know that others are so confident that the siege will eventually break and that life will, someday, return to normal and they are planning accordingly for such? It is an inspirational sign that will grant hope for the future. Absolutely a bold move and one that I believe will ultimately result in uplifting the spirits of many.
I've also heard through the songs and poetry of another that she is referred to as Princess Ribbons. It is so very accurate. If it's not ribbons, then it's something pink. She definitely has a sense of style.
Further, such news can be found to be inspiring. To know that others are so confident that the siege will eventually break and that life will, someday, return to normal and they are planning accordingly for such? It is an inspirational sign that will grant hope for the future. Absolutely a bold move and one that I believe will ultimately result in uplifting the spirits of many.
I've also heard through the songs and poetry of another that she is referred to as Princess Ribbons. It is so very accurate. If it's not ribbons, then it's something pink. She definitely has a sense of style.
Written By Grazia
April 9, 2017, 9:52 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Vayne
Have you ever met someone that allows you to see inside of yourself in ways that no one else can? The Archlector is skilled at this task and his duties, and I look forward to his continued counsel, for I fear I shall need it in the coming weeks.
Written By Grazia
April 9, 2017, 9:49 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
To say the past week has been overwhelming is an understatement, but I had known upon the murder of Valkieri that I must be the responsible one yet again, to take up the mantle of service in a much heavier capacity in a time of great need. My shoulders may break from the strain but my heart will continue on, for duty is the will of the Gods, and I will not fail again.
Written By Cassius
April 9, 2017, 9:49 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I've began more formally mentoring my family and allies in the ways of war. After numerous lessons from Archduke Niccolo and Lady General Calypso, coupled with nearly a decade of marching with the Knights, I believe I have found something I am quite capable at. I pray to the Gods that I will be able to train these peers as well as I have been.
Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS
Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS
Written By Grazia
April 9, 2017, 9:45 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
So many things I should have said, done, acted upon. So many regrets that are unspoken and shall remain until our day our souls meet again. Know that you were admired and loved by me, for your steadfast heart and unwavering loyalty to our people, even if you were a stubborn, stubborn man that needed a good dunking in the sea every now and again.
Written By Rymarr
April 9, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Is it possible to be proud of someone that you can honestly say that you barely know? I feel something for Brother Aleksei of the Faith, whether it is pride or not I do not know. He has come far from what I first encountered him as and that is good. He will serve the Faith well, I think. Once upon a time, while I still operated within the oath of the King's Own, I reached out to Sir Aleksei and sought to grant him an invitation into the ranks.
He informed me that the Legate of Concepts himself had been attempting to guide him into service to the Faith. Of course he had.
So the pressure remained. The King's Own oh so direly wished to have his presence within their ranks. Enough so that I once entertained the notion of standing on my horse's back to stand outside his window, in order to be there to greet Sir Aleksei when he first awoke, in order to ask if he had heard the call to serve His Imperial Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV. To swear off familial connections, pursuits of power, and so much more. To swear loyalty to only the Crown.
He chose the less extreme of options it would seem and joined the Faith.
Father Orazio and I work well together, we've always known this.
He informed me that the Legate of Concepts himself had been attempting to guide him into service to the Faith. Of course he had.
So the pressure remained. The King's Own oh so direly wished to have his presence within their ranks. Enough so that I once entertained the notion of standing on my horse's back to stand outside his window, in order to be there to greet Sir Aleksei when he first awoke, in order to ask if he had heard the call to serve His Imperial Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV. To swear off familial connections, pursuits of power, and so much more. To swear loyalty to only the Crown.
He chose the less extreme of options it would seem and joined the Faith.
Father Orazio and I work well together, we've always known this.
Written By Leta
April 9, 2017, 9:41 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I apologize to the Scholars and any folk reading my entries about that last song, if it causes offense.
I know the siege and everything is a serious matter. I thought I'd write the song down here anyway, as I was told Vellichor likes to keep a record of all kinds of things. And that way whoever is to come in the future may know about such songs as we sing during the siege. There are songs that are better and aren't rude. This is just mine and it's meant to make folk laugh and lift their spirits.
I know the siege and everything is a serious matter. I thought I'd write the song down here anyway, as I was told Vellichor likes to keep a record of all kinds of things. And that way whoever is to come in the future may know about such songs as we sing during the siege. There are songs that are better and aren't rude. This is just mine and it's meant to make folk laugh and lift their spirits.
Written By Tikva
April 9, 2017, 9:34 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
This is a song for Serafine Velenosa and Leta Broadbent, to whom I promised a song wherein I could be romantic with farts. It works best live when you can hear the sweetness in the melody; I'll have to perform it for you both sometime. So that Leta can throw tomatoes at me, most likely.
Our life together’s like a love song
When your warm hand touches mine
It seems like nothing could go wrong;
Your kiss goes to my head like wine.
Your eyes on mine, they shine like stars
and you hold my heart in your hand;
I’m caught in your arms, caged behind bars;
but my capture feels ever so grand.
Yet the sweetest thing about our love
More romantic than stardust on our hearts
or glowing moonlight on the wings of a dove--
I’m safe enough with you to release my farts!
Laugh with me, lover; hold me so close;
I’ll buy you some sweets, or maybe a book—
And when you think it’s safe, I’ll lick your nose!
A girl like you can melt me with a look,
But here’s the thing, with two lives intertwined,
It’s not just songs and chocolates here,
Hold my hand, my love, and bear in mind
It’s you and I; let all the rest disappear.
Our life together’s like a love song
When your warm hand touches mine
It seems like nothing could go wrong;
Your kiss goes to my head like wine.
Your eyes on mine, they shine like stars
and you hold my heart in your hand;
I’m caught in your arms, caged behind bars;
but my capture feels ever so grand.
Yet the sweetest thing about our love
More romantic than stardust on our hearts
or glowing moonlight on the wings of a dove--
I’m safe enough with you to release my farts!
Laugh with me, lover; hold me so close;
I’ll buy you some sweets, or maybe a book—
And when you think it’s safe, I’ll lick your nose!
A girl like you can melt me with a look,
But here’s the thing, with two lives intertwined,
It’s not just songs and chocolates here,
Hold my hand, my love, and bear in mind
It’s you and I; let all the rest disappear.
Written By Joscelin
April 9, 2017, 9:20 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Is it worse to lose someone to a higher calling than death? So they stay out of reach, for always, but you can still see them sometimes, glimpse them in their passage, in their work?
I've lost so many people, forever. I think, if need be, I can learn to accept it all. Maybe. Probably. I hope so.
I've lost so many people, forever. I think, if need be, I can learn to accept it all. Maybe. Probably. I hope so.
Written By Peregrine
April 9, 2017, 9:16 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
...as dictated to a priest of Vellichor...
I am giving the war banner of the Gold Feathers to the Deepwood for the party. Yes, the exhibition. I carried it from our lands to these. Your banners, they are cloth and look fine in the wind. Our banners, it is not so, with cloth. They are feathers and they do not need wind. Only a little, a puff from the cheeks of the sky, and they float. All who see our war banners know the Gold Feathers are come. They are very known outside the walls here.
But I like your banners how they snap when they are in the wind. It is still good, your banners. Like angry cat tails. All know to keep hands away from angry cats.
I am giving the war banner of the Gold Feathers to the Deepwood for the party. Yes, the exhibition. I carried it from our lands to these. Your banners, they are cloth and look fine in the wind. Our banners, it is not so, with cloth. They are feathers and they do not need wind. Only a little, a puff from the cheeks of the sky, and they float. All who see our war banners know the Gold Feathers are come. They are very known outside the walls here.
But I like your banners how they snap when they are in the wind. It is still good, your banners. Like angry cat tails. All know to keep hands away from angry cats.
Written By Peregrine
April 9, 2017, 9:11 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
...as dictated to a scribe of Vellichor...
I am learning more Arvani words. These are the ones I learn soon. Lately? Yes thank you. Lately.
Lately. It means just now. Recently? Yes, put that too.
Inquisitor. When they get wet they smell like wet sheep. They do riddles and investigations. They do not make friends, they make enemies. This is what Laric says.
Strewn means all over and around as when wind throws papers.
Menagerie is where they keep the things not trained to leash or jess.
Appeasement is making people think I am trained to leash or jess.
I am learning more Arvani words. These are the ones I learn soon. Lately? Yes thank you. Lately.
Lately. It means just now. Recently? Yes, put that too.
Inquisitor. When they get wet they smell like wet sheep. They do riddles and investigations. They do not make friends, they make enemies. This is what Laric says.
Strewn means all over and around as when wind throws papers.
Menagerie is where they keep the things not trained to leash or jess.
Appeasement is making people think I am trained to leash or jess.
Written By Leta
April 9, 2017, 8:57 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
A song for the Bringers.
So I hear an army's out there,
But they don't sound disciplined,
Or it could well be my tummy,
Or a rumor in the wind,
'Cause I was told that this foe,
Is as silent as a mouse.
But a soldier that don't curse
Is not welcome in my house.
So get the fuck out of our city
Slip away without a sound,
Get the fuck out of our city,
Slip away without a sound,
Or we'll make you cry for mercy,
And then grab another round!
And I hear that they got powers,
But our gods stand here with us,
And to the Bringers' ugly faces,
Every sound I make's a cuss.
For our walls are high and mighty,
And our steel is strong and true,
And we have ale and we have bread,
To last us the whole year through.
So get the fuck out of our city,
Slip away without a sound,
Get the fuck out of our city,
Slip away without a sound,
Or we'll beat you like you're drums,
And then call for one more round.
And in war as in pie eating,
It's the one who's fed that wins,
And our warehouses are packed,
With a thousand tons of beans.
So if it's Silence on their banner,
And they want us to be quiet,
They can cut my tongue or close my mouth.
'Cause the other end's a riot.
So you'll hear me yell out courage,
For I know this too shall pass,
And if Bringers follow Silence,
I shall break it with my ass!
So I hear an army's out there,
But they don't sound disciplined,
Or it could well be my tummy,
Or a rumor in the wind,
'Cause I was told that this foe,
Is as silent as a mouse.
But a soldier that don't curse
Is not welcome in my house.
So get the fuck out of our city
Slip away without a sound,
Get the fuck out of our city,
Slip away without a sound,
Or we'll make you cry for mercy,
And then grab another round!
And I hear that they got powers,
But our gods stand here with us,
And to the Bringers' ugly faces,
Every sound I make's a cuss.
For our walls are high and mighty,
And our steel is strong and true,
And we have ale and we have bread,
To last us the whole year through.
So get the fuck out of our city,
Slip away without a sound,
Get the fuck out of our city,
Slip away without a sound,
Or we'll beat you like you're drums,
And then call for one more round.
And in war as in pie eating,
It's the one who's fed that wins,
And our warehouses are packed,
With a thousand tons of beans.
So if it's Silence on their banner,
And they want us to be quiet,
They can cut my tongue or close my mouth.
'Cause the other end's a riot.
So you'll hear me yell out courage,
For I know this too shall pass,
And if Bringers follow Silence,
I shall break it with my ass!
Written By Aleksei
April 9, 2017, 8:56 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
The last time I wrote about Father Orazio in my white reflections, I had only just met him. Half a year ago now. "Pretty funny for a priest," I called him.
Well. Now /I'm/ a priest. (And /very/ funny for one, most definitely.)
It's hard to find the right words to fully encapsulate everything Orazio's done for me since I met him. I'll try these: I wouldn't be a Godsworn priest now if it weren't for him. I wouldn't have listened to the calling. I wouldn't have found the courage. (Leap into battle? Easy. Recite vows in front of a crowd? Terrifying, even when the crowd is full of loved ones and well-wishers.) I think he believed that I could make a life in the Faith long before I did, but he never pushed it or forced it onto me; he only let me know that he believed I was capable of more than I thought I was. It's not that the standards were low enough to reach -- hah hah, let me tell you something about Orazio's standards -- but that he simply stated quite clearly where they were, that I was capable of hauling myself up if I chose to, and then he waited. He's very patient, you know. He can sit there and stare at you with that /look/. In my case, he was patient for months.
I'd like to think that it was worth it for him. Being patient. Because I can still remember the look on his face when I told him I wanted to take my vows. And why. I think the why was the most important. The heart of the matter. After all, I wasn't exactly the most /anticipated/ convert.
I tell people a lot that Orazio is funnier than anyone realizes, and it's true. He's funny. And he's been there for me every time I've needed him, even if what I needed was him telling me to do better.
He's my best friend. May the gods bless everyone with such a friend and mentor.
Well. Now /I'm/ a priest. (And /very/ funny for one, most definitely.)
It's hard to find the right words to fully encapsulate everything Orazio's done for me since I met him. I'll try these: I wouldn't be a Godsworn priest now if it weren't for him. I wouldn't have listened to the calling. I wouldn't have found the courage. (Leap into battle? Easy. Recite vows in front of a crowd? Terrifying, even when the crowd is full of loved ones and well-wishers.) I think he believed that I could make a life in the Faith long before I did, but he never pushed it or forced it onto me; he only let me know that he believed I was capable of more than I thought I was. It's not that the standards were low enough to reach -- hah hah, let me tell you something about Orazio's standards -- but that he simply stated quite clearly where they were, that I was capable of hauling myself up if I chose to, and then he waited. He's very patient, you know. He can sit there and stare at you with that /look/. In my case, he was patient for months.
I'd like to think that it was worth it for him. Being patient. Because I can still remember the look on his face when I told him I wanted to take my vows. And why. I think the why was the most important. The heart of the matter. After all, I wasn't exactly the most /anticipated/ convert.
I tell people a lot that Orazio is funnier than anyone realizes, and it's true. He's funny. And he's been there for me every time I've needed him, even if what I needed was him telling me to do better.
He's my best friend. May the gods bless everyone with such a friend and mentor.
Written By Killian
April 9, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I sometimes wonder, as I consider the strange paths the world has taken, and the lives of the people around me, just where it was that Addison was truly corrupted. What was the influence and moment when he began to serve the darkness rather than the light. He had always been an ass, even as children, Addison was simply incapable of either decency or kindness. Judgmental and aloof, he felt himself better than everyone else, and I think that he resented the fact he had been born a cousin rather than of the line of the Duke..his aspirations focused instead upon righteousness and zealotry, because the church was the path to power left to him. But even with that being the case, he was not evil..he just wasn't fun. What curse befell upon our house that so splintered it though? Avery abandoned family and now seems hardly a human any longer, so devoted unto the concept of smothering all emotions and passion.. Addison allowed a darkness more foul than could be imagined to take him over, and though he might have believed he was walking the path of light, even so he served the greatest of evils.
Is this curse upon my house the result of my fathers sin, or farther back yet? I can only be thankful that my cousins at least are good, righteous people who believe in and serve the pantheon faithfully.
Is this curse upon my house the result of my fathers sin, or farther back yet? I can only be thankful that my cousins at least are good, righteous people who believe in and serve the pantheon faithfully.
Written By Killian
April 9, 2017, 8:46 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
So...the Queen of Endings..just.. sort of showed up? At the memorial service. That's a thing. I'm not sure what sort of thing, but it's certainly a thing.
Written By Talen
April 9, 2017, 8:42 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Really, sabotaging someone's bed is the most vile of crimes. Cease and desist!
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