Written By Aureth
April 9, 2017, 12:41 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)
Many bore witness to the hand of the Queen of Endings and Beginnings upon me today. Many heard Her say what Her gift shall be. Many heard me say that this is Her City and that we will defend it. We will defend Her, as She guards the souls of the fallen, and weaves them into their new lives.
Let tonight be an end of uncertainty. Let it be the beginning of hope. Open your hearts to faith. Join hands in love, in remembrance, and in the grace of the gods. Remember the goddess in night and starlight, as cold and beautiful as winter midnight, and know that we are not alone in this fight.
Stand with me, Arx. Stand before Death. Defy the Void and embrace life, and lives, and the future of the cycle.
She is with us.
Let tonight be an end of uncertainty. Let it be the beginning of hope. Open your hearts to faith. Join hands in love, in remembrance, and in the grace of the gods. Remember the goddess in night and starlight, as cold and beautiful as winter midnight, and know that we are not alone in this fight.
Stand with me, Arx. Stand before Death. Defy the Void and embrace life, and lives, and the future of the cycle.
She is with us.
Written By Thena
April 9, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Aureth told me earlier today not to be a stranger.
I think that just got a lot more difficult.
I think that just got a lot more difficult.
Written By Esoka
April 8, 2017, 11:21 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
When I think of my father, my memories come in impressions like dreams. The smell of leather and pipe smoke. The glint of the sun off his ax as he practiced his forms among the warriors. His rough voice and blue eyes, like mine.
I can't say I knew him. I was barely older than little Lord Tiber when he fell, in one of the countless fights over game and territory that mark the Gray Forests. My mother told me stories and built a tapestry of memories out of them like a blanket. I was told I'm like him, but I don't know if it's true, much as I'd like it to be.
My mind goes often to the dead these days. My mother, my father, my grandfather. Ancestors that were long dead before I even drew breath. Bonds long gone.
I dream of them. If it was just a dream. I wonder what they would make of my life. Would they be proud of what I've carved for myself? Or would they wish I'd taken to a free life in the forests and refused to bend the knee, like my wild sister so long gone?
I know not. But I hope, in my heart, they'd be proud that my sword is to be put against the dark forces besieging this city right now. There are times I think I can feel them, even if they are long gone.
I don't care if this is a dream or not. It gives me strength, and makes me hold close where I come from. I shall take of that what I can get.
I can't say I knew him. I was barely older than little Lord Tiber when he fell, in one of the countless fights over game and territory that mark the Gray Forests. My mother told me stories and built a tapestry of memories out of them like a blanket. I was told I'm like him, but I don't know if it's true, much as I'd like it to be.
My mind goes often to the dead these days. My mother, my father, my grandfather. Ancestors that were long dead before I even drew breath. Bonds long gone.
I dream of them. If it was just a dream. I wonder what they would make of my life. Would they be proud of what I've carved for myself? Or would they wish I'd taken to a free life in the forests and refused to bend the knee, like my wild sister so long gone?
I know not. But I hope, in my heart, they'd be proud that my sword is to be put against the dark forces besieging this city right now. There are times I think I can feel them, even if they are long gone.
I don't care if this is a dream or not. It gives me strength, and makes me hold close where I come from. I shall take of that what I can get.
Written By Calaudrin
April 8, 2017, 11 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
I am not marrying Magpie either. Not even if Death herself comes back and decrees it. She can suck my soul right on out.
(please no one pray to any gods to get that claim tested)
(please no one pray to any gods to get that claim tested)
Written By Calaudrin
April 8, 2017, 11 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Earlier in the week, I took a lantern. All over it I scrawled the personal stories that I remembered from the guards we've lost since the siege started. I'll be honest, most of them were funny or stupid. They were things that make me smile when I look back on them. I felt like if I was going to make some grand gesture, it might as well be sending forth those good feelings into the universe. I try not to dwell on death.
I try not to dwell on death.
I. try. not. to. dwell. on. death.
Except that sometimes Death just strolls right on into your heartwarming religious grieving ceremony and bestows an undead army on someone. But not before letting phantom spiders fall down on you and making said man glow with light.
I hope Aureth is a responsible person.
I try not to dwell on death.
I. try. not. to. dwell. on. death.
Except that sometimes Death just strolls right on into your heartwarming religious grieving ceremony and bestows an undead army on someone. But not before letting phantom spiders fall down on you and making said man glow with light.
I hope Aureth is a responsible person.
Written By Aleksei
April 8, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
I do hope that Officer Calaudrin and Master Magpie ask me to officiate their impending nuptials.
Written By Alis
April 8, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
With as much going on as there is right now, I must admit to a some disappointment that I had the misfortune to miss the appearance of the Goddess of Endings and Beginnings. The touch of the divine right now is more important than ever. We must continue to keep faith.
Written By Mira
April 8, 2017, 10:20 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Met with the Chief Magistrate, Octavia, today. She seemed really impressed with my credentials! I brought all my certifications, transcripts, and journals. She was wearing the heavy chains of office, even in her private dwelling space. Very dedicated. Looking forward to working with her.
Written By Magpie
April 8, 2017, 10:20 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
I know you're all wondering the same thing...
If a person dies, but rises again from the grave, do we still get to read their Black Journal?
I think there are a lot of legal ramifications we might have to hash out soon.
If a person dies, but rises again from the grave, do we still get to read their Black Journal?
I think there are a lot of legal ramifications we might have to hash out soon.
Written By Mira
April 8, 2017, 10:17 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
I did not wake up this morning expecting to see a body get flung into a statue so hard it crumpled like a pumpkin. Having trouble sleeping, now. I keep seeing the Bringers when I close my eyes. The gore, the blood... Percephon tells me that I helped save some knights and other people, but... I just remember being splashed with blood. Flying bodies. Monsters.
Written By Cara
April 8, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
My gods -- so literally.
I came to the Wake of Lights tonight to release three lanterns, one for each of my dear ones who has been lost in this war against the Silence. I expected to cry, to feel deeply, to be moved -- and I was, for the beauty of it was profound. So many voices, rising in unified mourning, in hope and love for those lost.
And then She came.
As the lanterns rose into the sky, a figure appeared, a woman, growing taller and taller with each passing moment. She seemed almost made of shadow, and she rose, higher and higher into the sky until she was adrift with the lanterns that we had released. She spun and their flames soared into her, caught and held within her form.
And then She spoke, to her priest, Master Aureth. She placed her hand upon his chest and sent all the power of the flames she had absorbed into him.
We worshipped Her, and She came.
I felt, watching her, as though my own soul was called toward her, trying to lift free of my mortal form and join her. It was the most peculiar sensation I've ever experienced.
It was transcendent.
I will never forget it.
I came to the Wake of Lights tonight to release three lanterns, one for each of my dear ones who has been lost in this war against the Silence. I expected to cry, to feel deeply, to be moved -- and I was, for the beauty of it was profound. So many voices, rising in unified mourning, in hope and love for those lost.
And then She came.
As the lanterns rose into the sky, a figure appeared, a woman, growing taller and taller with each passing moment. She seemed almost made of shadow, and she rose, higher and higher into the sky until she was adrift with the lanterns that we had released. She spun and their flames soared into her, caught and held within her form.
And then She spoke, to her priest, Master Aureth. She placed her hand upon his chest and sent all the power of the flames she had absorbed into him.
We worshipped Her, and She came.
I felt, watching her, as though my own soul was called toward her, trying to lift free of my mortal form and join her. It was the most peculiar sensation I've ever experienced.
It was transcendent.
I will never forget it.
Written By Mira
April 8, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
The City! Finally arrived, just before the gates closed. Wasn't expecting that, honestly. Stuck here for the siege, it would seem, right when things are going to get tense. Also ran into that oaf Jhond. Still a jerk. Sort of. Kinda?
Written By Artorius
April 8, 2017, 9:48 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Too much is coming forth from legends and believes.
I am not what one would call a devout follower of myths and legends.....but I must say, I keep finding myself dumbfounded. Today we saw her, the Queen of End and Beginning, or something like that. The city is hers, and we, her guardians.
I don't believe in miracles....but I must say I don't know what to call this aside from one.
The Gods are with us.
I am not what one would call a devout follower of myths and legends.....but I must say, I keep finding myself dumbfounded. Today we saw her, the Queen of End and Beginning, or something like that. The city is hers, and we, her guardians.
I don't believe in miracles....but I must say I don't know what to call this aside from one.
The Gods are with us.
Written By Artorius
April 8, 2017, 9:16 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fiora
I am beyond happy to see my dear cousin once more. She was almost always with Ini (Inigo) at the hip, and I enjoyed spending time with her as children.
The only reason I am thankful an enemy has arrived: It brings us together. Blood of blood, family comes together once more to face the greater evil.
How lucky I am to be alive in such a time as this.
The only reason I am thankful an enemy has arrived: It brings us together. Blood of blood, family comes together once more to face the greater evil.
How lucky I am to be alive in such a time as this.
Written By Octavia
April 8, 2017, 9:15 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mira
A new lawyer to the city, eager to begin practice, if a little meek right now. Perhaps she's awed by the titles that the peers throw around. She brought along a bunch of papers, but I didn't read them. I didn't need to - the truth is printed on the young woman's face. She believes her words, and believes that she'll do right by the boroughs by representing commons in the court.
A trial is a crucible that hardens the soul and burns away the lies. Mira's heart is in the right place, and I'm confident the crucible will turn her to steel, not to slag. That's why I admitted her to the bar.
A trial is a crucible that hardens the soul and burns away the lies. Mira's heart is in the right place, and I'm confident the crucible will turn her to steel, not to slag. That's why I admitted her to the bar.
Written By Artorius
April 8, 2017, 9:14 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
The times just keep getting stranger.....
I'm not sure what to make of it.
Then again, I am not of the most intelligent sort.
Hm.
I'm not sure what to make of it.
Then again, I am not of the most intelligent sort.
Hm.
Written By Calista
April 8, 2017, 9:04 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I will always be grateful for our friendship. No longer ignorant but perhaps there is hope to feel bliss once more.
Written By Sparte
April 8, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
I almost don't know what to write. I saw the queen, I think, is what it was. It was something unlike anything I've ever experienced. There are no words that will do that justice, but I'll try. It was like having something reach into me and stir my very soul around with a spoon to see how it was cooking. I don't know what it meant, I don't know what comes next. I just know I want to be there.
Written By Rowan
April 8, 2017, 8:34 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
Others will write about the lantern ceremony with more eloquence. They'll do the happenings justice. When we set out to arrange the event, we intended to have an impact on the morale, to send a message. We hoped to receive blessing. We received a miracle. Whatever path you walk, it was a miracle. I am still in awe.
Gods Old and New, hold Aureth safe.
Gods Old and New, hold Aureth safe.
Written By Rowan
April 8, 2017, 8:27 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)
If one is going to be attacked by Bringers, I highly advise doing it in the company Champions and their friends. Niamh's proved her prowess many times before, but continues to impress me with how far she's come from beating me over the head with sticks as kids. I'd not want to be in Leola's sights at any range - the woman is lethal with a bow, and damned if her fucking horse didn't raise some havoc too. I should get her to teach Stormhoof how to handle himself in a fight instead of just cruising for whiskey. And Joslyn...Such savage damage from such small blades. It's almost enough to make me give up my axe. Almost. Not quite.
I didn't come away unscathed, but I'd rather be me than our attackers, or those charged with cleaning up the mess left behind.
I didn't come away unscathed, but I'd rather be me than our attackers, or those charged with cleaning up the mess left behind.
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