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!
Written By Talen
April 9, 2017, 8:39 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Since it's apparently 'write about Isolde' week... you're okay, I suppose.
Thwacking me on the back of the head isn't doing you any favours though.
Thwacking me on the back of the head isn't doing you any favours though.
Written By Serafine
April 9, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
When your beloved sings a song about beating the enemy with flatulence.
I couldn't be more in love with this woman.
I couldn't be more in love with this woman.
Written By Niccolo
April 9, 2017, 8:14 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
My dear daughter. I don't tell you this often enough, but you are a source of strength for me. Even when we disagree I listen, don't ever think I don't. Thank you, for being you.
Written By Edain
April 9, 2017, 7:26 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I was on the battlements when the Queen of Endings revealed herself to us. But news travels fast. It appears she has choosen one that speaks for her, and gifted him with the ability to command the dead to fight for us.
I know I should be happy for every advantage we can have while we are in the fight of our lives, but I cannot help but feel conflicted. These are souls that were at rest, maybe even at peace after either long lives, or short tragic ends. What will calling them to fight mean for them? Do they have any say when they answer the call, or are they just the abstraction of their former selves and will move more a thing of instinct than of thought and will?
I have so many questions, and they are questions to which I know we have no answers too.
The most important one is this. Will I see my brothers and sisters among them if they come to our aid? Will they be proud of how I have lead the Oathlands as was to be their destiny until someone robbed them of it?
Nothing but questions.
I know I should be happy for every advantage we can have while we are in the fight of our lives, but I cannot help but feel conflicted. These are souls that were at rest, maybe even at peace after either long lives, or short tragic ends. What will calling them to fight mean for them? Do they have any say when they answer the call, or are they just the abstraction of their former selves and will move more a thing of instinct than of thought and will?
I have so many questions, and they are questions to which I know we have no answers too.
The most important one is this. Will I see my brothers and sisters among them if they come to our aid? Will they be proud of how I have lead the Oathlands as was to be their destiny until someone robbed them of it?
Nothing but questions.
Written By Reese
April 9, 2017, 7:12 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I fought along side Zhayla, Barric and the Grayson troops.
The servant of death saved Prince Barric and Prince Darren.
Maybe he saved us all. It is scary, but right now we have to take all the allies we can get.
So thank out Death's blade, for saving our butts and fighting bringers with us.
Princess Reese
The servant of death saved Prince Barric and Prince Darren.
Maybe he saved us all. It is scary, but right now we have to take all the allies we can get.
So thank out Death's blade, for saving our butts and fighting bringers with us.
Princess Reese
Written By Sudara
April 9, 2017, 7:10 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
It would seem that my errant unofficial kinswoman is fondly remembered by others within Arx, and that at least some are rather bolder than me when it comes to public expression of such. A text now exists, written in her honour though without her name, which makes for fascinating reading. Not that I can claim that it is remotely cheering to do so: even in these dark times, it remains a bleak story.
Written By Arcelia
April 9, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
How very generous of Duke Hadrian Malvici to have me over in celebration of my birthday. It was nothing too fancy just enough cake for the two of us, a glass of wine, deep conversation, and a little dance. I thought it was perfect, no fussing over a large party or dealing with an abundance of people. We simply enjoyed one another's company and a small treat together in order to celebrate my continued life. The best part of this all is that as a Duke, Hardian Malvici has little spar time but he still gave me some of the little free time he had. Above all else, his time is the most generous gift he could have given me and he did so willingly.
Written By Haati
April 9, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Always an intersting duke to have around. he gets life and he enjoys his rum and I anjoy it as well along with his company.
Written By Luca
April 9, 2017, 5:53 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Val is ever my rock. My closest confidante and most loving cousin. And her advice in coming days will be all the more worthwhile for her experiences. I only wish I could do more for her in turn.
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