Written By Armel
March 26, 2017, 8:56 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I will admit, there was a small, unworthy part of me that dearly wanted to just hop over the handrail and punch Aleksei in the face after he swore at Father Orazio. But for all of that? He fought well at the docks. Took a hit and kept right on going, watched my back and Mathias' without question or hesitation. Whatever other faults he may possess? He has my respect for that. Actions speak so much louder than words.
Written By Luca
March 26, 2017, 8:48 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
As odd as it is to think on, he'll make a fantastic godsworn. It was a miracle I didn't fall over laughing at that "fuck you" to Zio though.
Written By Armel
March 26, 2017, 8:46 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
Fought at the docks, along with many, many others. Lost a few knights there, and in the city.
First men I've lost that died near me and I didn't know their names even at the time. That isn't normal for me, but something I was told by Maude to get used to. 'One of the issues with higher command', she calls it. Well, I suppose that is true...
And we did stop them. Stopped them from completely destroying the docks, although we lost enough. Kept them from getting into the Pit, although that took Gisele and a lot of luck and the blessings of Vellichor. Now I'm working with Maude and her men to cap the hole with something temporary, like a wooden plug with a door. Easier to block a door than a whole Pit, if they try sneaking in again.
But the enemy is close now. Time to prepare the defenses, make them tight, and make myself ready for that...and Brunch? This is a weird city.
First men I've lost that died near me and I didn't know their names even at the time. That isn't normal for me, but something I was told by Maude to get used to. 'One of the issues with higher command', she calls it. Well, I suppose that is true...
And we did stop them. Stopped them from completely destroying the docks, although we lost enough. Kept them from getting into the Pit, although that took Gisele and a lot of luck and the blessings of Vellichor. Now I'm working with Maude and her men to cap the hole with something temporary, like a wooden plug with a door. Easier to block a door than a whole Pit, if they try sneaking in again.
But the enemy is close now. Time to prepare the defenses, make them tight, and make myself ready for that...and Brunch? This is a weird city.
Written By Orathy
March 26, 2017, 5:49 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
*Quickly jotted down*
Traps be werkin... Slowin 'em down. Jist a bit...
Fight be thru the night... No be sleepin' fer us.
Lost me some Culler boy's...
We bes on the blighted Bringers trail!
Traps be werkin... Slowin 'em down. Jist a bit...
Fight be thru the night... No be sleepin' fer us.
Lost me some Culler boy's...
We bes on the blighted Bringers trail!
Written By Nix
March 26, 2017, 5:02 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
This was my first day out of the cripple bed. The physician is finally letting me leave the estate...and if he did not I would likely kill him. This could be the reason he has finally let me go. My leg is still killing me, and when it gets cold enough my back aches as well, but it is far less-so then it was only last week. It has been two months since the attack, and I do not know if I will ever properly reave again.
It kills me.
Still, at least I can apply my other skills to aid the House here. I sent a letter to inform Prince Victus of my health, and he was exactly as understanding as I expected. Ugh.
It kills me.
Still, at least I can apply my other skills to aid the House here. I sent a letter to inform Prince Victus of my health, and he was exactly as understanding as I expected. Ugh.
Written By Silas
March 26, 2017, 3:53 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Physically, he appears to be Ainsley's twin. Just more stringy.
Unlike his brother, he appears to like my dog. And doesn't like violence. And insists I relax more. And doesn't seem to be in possession of a copious amount of silver.
I see nothing wrong with being a pacifist with a big heart, but it is because you cherish life that you must protect it.
Unlike his brother, he appears to like my dog. And doesn't like violence. And insists I relax more. And doesn't seem to be in possession of a copious amount of silver.
I see nothing wrong with being a pacifist with a big heart, but it is because you cherish life that you must protect it.
Written By Juliet
March 26, 2017, 1:13 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
"Your time to be the hero," she said. Then she gave me the pendant. To bring back safe to her.
I've kept it close to my heart since.
I have a lot of complex thoughts about my role in what is to come. I suppose it is only natural; mine is the path that faces the mirror head on. To see and acknowledge all facets of an issue as best we can.
Am I to be the hero? A hero, perhaps. Maybe that's history will have to say about me, if all goes well. Or well enough that there still is -a- history.
I don't feel like a hero.
I guess, ultimately, that doesn't matter. Who knows what heroes are supposed to feel like?
But I better act like one.
And I will do my best.
I've kept it close to my heart since.
I have a lot of complex thoughts about my role in what is to come. I suppose it is only natural; mine is the path that faces the mirror head on. To see and acknowledge all facets of an issue as best we can.
Am I to be the hero? A hero, perhaps. Maybe that's history will have to say about me, if all goes well. Or well enough that there still is -a- history.
I don't feel like a hero.
I guess, ultimately, that doesn't matter. Who knows what heroes are supposed to feel like?
But I better act like one.
And I will do my best.
Written By Joslyn
March 26, 2017, 1 a.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
So I learned today that I am able to stand and fight in a battle. That I can watch a man have his head literally torn from his body and fight on without recoiling back in fear and horror. That I lived through this event and recall it all with near perfect memory is something else, and yet... thinking back it's like I was a different person altogether. When the threat of death to myself or my beloved was upon me... I charged in and never looked back, and yet the person that I became? I was fierce and murderous. I didn't let anything stand in my way. As blood of the enemy covered my armor, I moved on, stabbing and killing my way through the crowds. After a time, through my shouts of rage and anger I found that I was smiling. Through the horror and the carnage, I found that I enjoyed the chaos, that I truly liked it in that moment.
That person is not me... and she scares me. I still plan on bringing her out again in the future. I just hope that I don't start to like that feeling too much in the future.
That person is not me... and she scares me. I still plan on bringing her out again in the future. I just hope that I don't start to like that feeling too much in the future.
Written By Michael
March 25, 2017, 11:37 p.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
By the grace of the gods, the evacuation seemed to be mostly successful. While not everyone would leave before the assault, our preparations were not in vain. The Cullers have defended our city immeasurably!
I know both Mistresses Mae and Calandra have aided substantially in moving people from the Lowers into the city's centre. Their grace has helped substantially. While I may think myself charming not everyone agrees, and the evacuation was as successful as it was because of them and Mistresses Mailys and Emeline. Mistress Joslyn defended the city well. And Lady Juliet was immensely helpful at getting the lowers evacuated and organizing donations. Each of these women was instrumental in the evacuation's success.
I'm glad we could work together.
I know both Mistresses Mae and Calandra have aided substantially in moving people from the Lowers into the city's centre. Their grace has helped substantially. While I may think myself charming not everyone agrees, and the evacuation was as successful as it was because of them and Mistresses Mailys and Emeline. Mistress Joslyn defended the city well. And Lady Juliet was immensely helpful at getting the lowers evacuated and organizing donations. Each of these women was instrumental in the evacuation's success.
I'm glad we could work together.
Written By Merek
March 25, 2017, 11:21 p.m.(2/27/1006 AR)
I don't know what I expected, but it was not this. I do not feel clean. Though I helped to kill the enemies of Arx, I now realize that I have taken from others what can't be given back. And all around me. So many men I saw and knew at training, laid out... I can't write about it much more, I can't... Handle it, really. I need time to think. The Bringers will be finished, but this war is going to cost us a lot, if it doesn't cost us all. Rose, I wish you were still here.
Written By Serafine
March 25, 2017, 11:01 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
I've been so busy these past days. I feel like I've done nothing but move and swing and cut and kiss and eat and maybe a nap and off I go again.
When I stop moving, when I've checked on every beloved kin I have and even the ones I hate, when they are safe or avenged or defended, when I can breathe and hide in that pale neck and smell her hair and look into those beautiful clear eyes...
When I stop moving, when I've checked on every beloved kin I have and even the ones I hate, when they are safe or avenged or defended, when I can breathe and hide in that pale neck and smell her hair and look into those beautiful clear eyes...
Written By Lark
March 25, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Sometimes it can feel as though you're the only one in all of Arvum to feel a certain way then lo and behold a mysterious novel appears in the course of your travels to reinforce everything you've been thinking. I haven't had such a good laugh in ages.
What a pity that it isn't funny at all.
What a pity that it isn't funny at all.
Written By Kima
March 25, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Resentment is the bastard brother of gratitude.
Written By Wilhem
March 25, 2017, 6:27 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
The Duchess has been entirely too kind and nice, commissioning a fine gift for me, and taking care of me since my arrival. I will have to work out something suitable for her, to return the favor in time.
Written By Wilhem
March 25, 2017, 6:26 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
So... Day 3 in the city, I've already made 5 dresses, 2 pairs of slippers, a cloak, a set of leggings, and I've now a hand cramp. Still. Well worth the busy days. And I've a dozen or so more orders said to be coming as soon as we survive the siege. Here's hoping the walls hold!
Written By Wilhem
March 25, 2017, 6:25 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
New in town... What a time to arrive. Not a moment after my boot hit the stones, they tell me there is a siege on. Hopefully there'll be a market for my trade!
Written By Orazio
March 25, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
For all that I might tease him (for he is so VERY tease-worthy, in the way the young often are), it fills my heart with pleasure and with pride to see him step into the Faith, and commit himself to the service of the gods. I know it frightens him. But to stand and face one's fears because one feels that something must be done? That is the courage that the gods themselves love.
Welcome home, Brother Aleksei.
Welcome home, Brother Aleksei.
Written By Karadoc
March 25, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
Hm... I suppose I did get lucky.... I guess should thank her.
Written By Karadoc
March 25, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
I've been offered a place in the salon. It sounds an interesting place... What title will I take for myself, I wonder. Idle mind is taken... Perhaps wandering mind? That does seem poignant.
Written By Karadoc
March 25, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(2/26/1006 AR)
I still blame them. All that time... Out in the woods. Putting up with rations. The cold. All those people. The cold. The constant threat of encroaching danger. The cold.
Is there any wonder I spent so long by the fireside? I think not. Besides, I found good companionship there. New friends made, old ones cemented.
I was challenged to be better, and despite my own wishes, I was forced to accept the challenge, and I do like to think I excelled, as I do in all things.
Battle broke out. Chaos. Through the mists, I spotted the greatest of foes. A Formorian Giant. A myth. A creature of legend. Small wonder the walls of the city so high, to keep out such beings. It seemed decaying, already, before it charged our lines, cutting a swath through the lines.
In turn it was swarmed by heroes. One most unlikely. A blade borrowed after a bit of fireside jesting. Pulled in defense of self and allies. I don't even recall how it happened. But my blade dug in deep. A 'palpable hit', so I am told. One of note. I helped slay a giant. The stray cat's claws are sharp, or so it seems.
I think I summed it up nicely at the time. "I can't believe... That just fucking happened." That thought has replayed a few times in my mind. I can't believe it. That the creature was there. They are real. That 'I' of all people moved to help attack. And more so that it was managed, and done so well. Perhaps all that time watching the training arena was not wasted.
And yet.
Still, through it all.
I blame them.
Is there any wonder I spent so long by the fireside? I think not. Besides, I found good companionship there. New friends made, old ones cemented.
I was challenged to be better, and despite my own wishes, I was forced to accept the challenge, and I do like to think I excelled, as I do in all things.
Battle broke out. Chaos. Through the mists, I spotted the greatest of foes. A Formorian Giant. A myth. A creature of legend. Small wonder the walls of the city so high, to keep out such beings. It seemed decaying, already, before it charged our lines, cutting a swath through the lines.
In turn it was swarmed by heroes. One most unlikely. A blade borrowed after a bit of fireside jesting. Pulled in defense of self and allies. I don't even recall how it happened. But my blade dug in deep. A 'palpable hit', so I am told. One of note. I helped slay a giant. The stray cat's claws are sharp, or so it seems.
I think I summed it up nicely at the time. "I can't believe... That just fucking happened." That thought has replayed a few times in my mind. I can't believe it. That the creature was there. They are real. That 'I' of all people moved to help attack. And more so that it was managed, and done so well. Perhaps all that time watching the training arena was not wasted.
And yet.
Still, through it all.
I blame them.
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