Written By Lark
March 9, 2017, 9:37 a.m.(1/21/1006 AR)
Even on a gray winter morning such as this, the sun can take a momentary break from the clouds and find you with a stray beam of its light.
Written By Aureth
March 9, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(1/21/1006 AR)
Faith is an act of choice. It's easy to forget that, when talking in terms of fact, belief, understanding, knowledge. Of course the gods are real; I believe that. Of course there are enemies upon us. Those are simple facts, and it didn't take the Battle of Pridehall to show us that.
But when you stand on the precipice of doubt, the choices open before you as clearly as prongs in a path.
We stand on the precipice of doubt. The Silence is coming. Tolamar Brand is coming for us to destroy everything that we are, or would be. He's coming to destroy our souls.
I'm choosing faith. I'm finding that I have to do it again, every day. Every time the fears grip my heart. Every time corpses dance in my dreams. I'm doing it.
We will defeat him. We have to. The alternative is unthinkable.
If you think this isn't your fight, you're wrong. If you think that someone else will take care of it, they won't. If you think that there's no such thing as miracles, think again.
And if you think that risking life and soul and future for this has no chance of success, you are choosing doubt over any possibility of victory.
Choose again. Choose faith. This is our shot.
Pray for it. I know I will be.
But when you stand on the precipice of doubt, the choices open before you as clearly as prongs in a path.
We stand on the precipice of doubt. The Silence is coming. Tolamar Brand is coming for us to destroy everything that we are, or would be. He's coming to destroy our souls.
I'm choosing faith. I'm finding that I have to do it again, every day. Every time the fears grip my heart. Every time corpses dance in my dreams. I'm doing it.
We will defeat him. We have to. The alternative is unthinkable.
If you think this isn't your fight, you're wrong. If you think that someone else will take care of it, they won't. If you think that there's no such thing as miracles, think again.
And if you think that risking life and soul and future for this has no chance of success, you are choosing doubt over any possibility of victory.
Choose again. Choose faith. This is our shot.
Pray for it. I know I will be.
Written By Silas
March 9, 2017, 12:53 a.m.(1/21/1006 AR)
Ugh. Utter helplessness is nauseating. It's almost like watching someone drown.
It's going to be another long night.
It's going to be another long night.
Written By Kima
March 9, 2017, 12:45 a.m.(1/21/1006 AR)
The unspoken freedom enshrined in the worship of Vellichor is the right to think freely and openly debate issues without being muzzled or treated like a criminal.
Written By Harald
March 9, 2017, 12:31 a.m.(1/21/1006 AR)
These days are determined to try my temper.
Nobles of the mainland plot and scheme, aided by those Islesmen too naive or idealistic to recognize they are being used against us. The Compact will not stir to our aid, only two of the Lycene Duchies send ships to our support, as others like the legitimized imposter of Deepwood actively scheme to rob us, even as our warriors fight alongside theirs, even as our fleets fly by oar and sail to the defense of Isles and Arvum alike. For the support of two Lycene Duchies, nobles of the Compact would see us cast our society into chaos in this, the hour where stability is most needed.
How great must one's arrogance be to say how an ally's realm should be governed? How great the presumption of claiming to know what is right for realms one has never laid eyes on, ignorant of the damage such decrees would wreak? Only the very young or very foolish could be so rash.
They are fortunate that we are not the mindless savages they think us to be, else this would end in sorrow.
Nobles of the mainland plot and scheme, aided by those Islesmen too naive or idealistic to recognize they are being used against us. The Compact will not stir to our aid, only two of the Lycene Duchies send ships to our support, as others like the legitimized imposter of Deepwood actively scheme to rob us, even as our warriors fight alongside theirs, even as our fleets fly by oar and sail to the defense of Isles and Arvum alike. For the support of two Lycene Duchies, nobles of the Compact would see us cast our society into chaos in this, the hour where stability is most needed.
How great must one's arrogance be to say how an ally's realm should be governed? How great the presumption of claiming to know what is right for realms one has never laid eyes on, ignorant of the damage such decrees would wreak? Only the very young or very foolish could be so rash.
They are fortunate that we are not the mindless savages they think us to be, else this would end in sorrow.
Written By Kima
March 8, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(1/20/1006 AR)
I awoke this morning with no small amount of confusion. There were...questionable stains on the sheets, on the floor, on- well. It is not often that I experience panic, yet as it began to mount, and regret for hazily recalled decisions of the night before filtered into the muddied waters of my mind...in came Varic.
Sweet Varic. That beautiful, quiet, resourceful man. He looked at me, looked around the room, then pointed at the near-empty bowl that had been abandoned on the floor not far from where I lay.
Never has so much been explained without a word having been said.
Sweet Varic. That beautiful, quiet, resourceful man. He looked at me, looked around the room, then pointed at the near-empty bowl that had been abandoned on the floor not far from where I lay.
Never has so much been explained without a word having been said.
Written By Simone
March 8, 2017, 1:26 p.m.(1/20/1006 AR)
When I was younger, a courtier once said to me: "there are two kinds of person that you will meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you're one of the lucky, you will find both in one person. But, if you should ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose --"
I held my hand up to her and asked her not to finish.
Needing to choose between the two always made the least amount of sense to me.
I held my hand up to her and asked her not to finish.
Needing to choose between the two always made the least amount of sense to me.
Written By Serafine
March 8, 2017, 11:46 a.m.(1/20/1006 AR)
I can't unsee what I have seen. And I can't stop weeping. Like a stone statue cursed to be a fountain with eyes that can't shut, and can only seep tears so old they've no salt left.
I will serve my House and my family, and while we may have been successful in our endeavors, this feels like no victory.
Maybe that is the way of release and mercy, though, to feel satisfaction in fatal acts of kindness. We lost, but we did not fail.
I will serve my House and my family, and while we may have been successful in our endeavors, this feels like no victory.
Maybe that is the way of release and mercy, though, to feel satisfaction in fatal acts of kindness. We lost, but we did not fail.
Written By Joscelin
March 8, 2017, 11:39 a.m.(1/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
I've said before and I will say it again: I have as yet to meet a member of House Valardin that I didn't like, and Lord Percephon is no exception. A keen mind and wit, deceptively stoic but I did make him smile. The challenge he's set before me is a unique one; how does one create a portrait in metal and stone, a symbol of a person written in more symbols, subtle and unique to said person?
I'll be amused to no end if he unintentionally sets off a fashion trend.
I'll be amused to no end if he unintentionally sets off a fashion trend.
Written By Lailah
March 8, 2017, 9:23 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
These last few days have been busy, and filled with much that I wish I could write of. I worry what the future will bring, with all of our plans coming to fruition soon. All the searching and poring over numerous volumes had found a curiosity that served as the final piece in the puzzle that I'd found myself attempting to solve. The joy of discovery is truly a rush, and now that I'm done I'm back in the stacks, searching an even more elusive target. In this pursuit. I'm hopeful.
Written By Percephon
March 8, 2017, 9:07 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Twice now I have had the opportunity to meet the Guildmaster of the fine crafters of this city, with the first being by chance when she came to the Tower looking for my cousin. I was aware of her, or at least her work, prior to this, having visited her shop for a different matter altogether, and came away impressed with what the works crafted by her own hand. She was kind enough to humor me, after we dealt with the matters of current events within the city, to tell some of her favorite pieces she has created in her past. I put fourth my own challenge for a piece I desired, and look forward to seeing the end result she designs.
Written By Juliet
March 8, 2017, 8:21 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
A friend of mine once asked me to consider solitude - Fidelia is almost always in my rooms, and even when she's not there, I usually have Haldin these days.
But she asked me to spend a night alone, and I obliged her. I sent them away.
I think - hope - that I was able to get the lesson she wanted to teach me. When you are alone, when the noises of another living being does not fill up the empty spaces... You become more aware.
The crackle of the fire. The sounds of people going about their day through floor and walls. The distant sounds of the city.
And it allows for reflection. For earnest contemplation of what is and what will be and what was.
I've chased away solitude for many years now, in one way or another. I do not like being alone.
Thank you, my friend, for challenging me to stop and look back. To meet this old companion that I had all but forgotten.
Solitude is not so bad.
But she asked me to spend a night alone, and I obliged her. I sent them away.
I think - hope - that I was able to get the lesson she wanted to teach me. When you are alone, when the noises of another living being does not fill up the empty spaces... You become more aware.
The crackle of the fire. The sounds of people going about their day through floor and walls. The distant sounds of the city.
And it allows for reflection. For earnest contemplation of what is and what will be and what was.
I've chased away solitude for many years now, in one way or another. I do not like being alone.
Thank you, my friend, for challenging me to stop and look back. To meet this old companion that I had all but forgotten.
Solitude is not so bad.
Written By Max
March 8, 2017, 7:20 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
i am not a scholar. I am a soldier.
I collect information so I can better understand my enemies, so I can better destroy them.
If you wish the information I have learned, I will share it. But I have sacrificed and I strive to learn this specific information. Be it how to run a war, be it how to sail a ship, be it how to identify a daemon or where the pirate ports in the Saffron are.
If you wish my information, I will share it.
But please, come to me with something to offer. Information of your own is preferable.
Arm me as I arm you.
It's only polite.
And I am so very polite.
I collect information so I can better understand my enemies, so I can better destroy them.
If you wish the information I have learned, I will share it. But I have sacrificed and I strive to learn this specific information. Be it how to run a war, be it how to sail a ship, be it how to identify a daemon or where the pirate ports in the Saffron are.
If you wish my information, I will share it.
But please, come to me with something to offer. Information of your own is preferable.
Arm me as I arm you.
It's only polite.
And I am so very polite.
Written By Luna
March 8, 2017, 7:18 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
The Nobles, The Nobles don't know what they are doing.
The Lower boroughs are Stewing...
There are demons at our walls..
and Arguing in the halls..
What are we to do?
The Lower boroughs are Stewing...
There are demons at our walls..
and Arguing in the halls..
What are we to do?
Written By Dominique
March 8, 2017, 7:16 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
How can you criticize when you are not here to compromise?
Written By Max
March 8, 2017, 6:32 a.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
I am not a perfect man.
I am a man thrust into a situation he was unready for.
But I am the man who is here. I am the man getting things done.
I may not be the man for the job.
But I am the man with the job.
Get the fuck out of my way, because I never let my crew or captain down.
I am a man thrust into a situation he was unready for.
But I am the man who is here. I am the man getting things done.
I may not be the man for the job.
But I am the man with the job.
Get the fuck out of my way, because I never let my crew or captain down.
Written By Merek
March 7, 2017, 11:08 p.m.(1/19/1006 AR)
The snows seem to come around a bit more. Winter seems to be nice, but I can't quite help but to think about the upcoming possibility of a siege. I'm hopeful that the Iron Guard will be trained well enough to assist when the fight starts. Just because we hired so many, does not mean they are ready already. But we're going to do our best to make them ready, and protect them and the people of the city Arx.
Written By Silas
March 7, 2017, 9:44 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)
Reading some books about war, for the upcoming war.
It's not really something you want to learn right on the spot, but this somehow seems insufficient...
It's not really something you want to learn right on the spot, but this somehow seems insufficient...
Written By Joslyn
March 7, 2017, 8:07 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)
A note for the future. Just a reminder to myself, that if for any reason I forget why I'm wearing a ring of roses around my finger, that it was given to me by somebody very special, and that I shall never, ever take it off. If I do remember this and find this white journal? I can safely remove this from the stacks, but just in case... I need to be assured that I will forever retain what semblance of memory that I can.
Written By Orathy
March 7, 2017, 6:58 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
*written poorly as usual*
Bianca... be the first ta trust me ta know a bit bout tings tha none else be allowin... n she be answerin most all me questions...
Reckon be goin back ta get help with me letters.
Bianca... be the first ta trust me ta know a bit bout tings tha none else be allowin... n she be answerin most all me questions...
Reckon be goin back ta get help with me letters.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.