Written By Silas
Feb. 14, 2017, 10:41 a.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
You were one of the few souls who could persuade me to consume curry.
I am safe from your charms now, but you will be sorely missed.
I am safe from your charms now, but you will be sorely missed.
Written By Rainier
Feb. 14, 2017, 9:38 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaine
Although she was not the nimblest in the bunch, nor the strongest, she had a cool head and kept it throughout a crisis - even an artificial one. She refused to participate in glory-seeking once a line was crossed and stood her ground; I like that. If this lady can help keep heads from cracking and not merely applying salves on them after the fact, perhaps she can be of some help.
Written By Rainier
Feb. 14, 2017, 9:36 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
There is ever a thin line to divide the brave from the reckless and this one crossed it back and forth. There is honor in seeking a prize and accomplishing a hard task but the risk must be balanced against the benefit; a cracked skull helps no one. Still, he lived to tell the tale - if he can remember it once the bruises go away - and that, too, speaks for itself.
Written By Tobias
Feb. 14, 2017, 9:26 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Whatever his personal failings, Father was still an excellent martial teacher. One of his many lessons is very relevant to recent events: War is loss. Strategy is about making those losses matter.
While we Crimson Blades did not suffer any losses during the Battle of Pridehall, we did manage to keep the peace with minimal losses. Those that did suffer during the unrest and the fighting; I mourn with you, but I look forward to making those losses matter.
While we Crimson Blades did not suffer any losses during the Battle of Pridehall, we did manage to keep the peace with minimal losses. Those that did suffer during the unrest and the fighting; I mourn with you, but I look forward to making those losses matter.
Written By Agnarr
Feb. 14, 2017, 8:22 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Shame about the Few you sent with me - most of them would have come back in more pieces than I started with. Had to cure and bury them. Next time, one who doesn't knock me off balance with his spear might be better.
Written By Alis
Feb. 14, 2017, 4:26 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
My sister-in-arms, taken from us. Just days earlier we laughed and spoke of pleasant things, finally able to take some time from our duties to indulge in a bit of overdue pampering together. A memory I will now treasure and hold dear to me, when I think of you.
My brave warrior friend, we promised to show everyone that being small does not mean we are not mighty. And you have without a doubt shown all of Avrum how true that is. I can only wish that it did not come with such a terrible cost. I will see justice for you, Nadia. As many in the next battle that can be felled by my command or my weapon, will be for you.
My brave warrior friend, we promised to show everyone that being small does not mean we are not mighty. And you have without a doubt shown all of Avrum how true that is. I can only wish that it did not come with such a terrible cost. I will see justice for you, Nadia. As many in the next battle that can be felled by my command or my weapon, will be for you.
Written By Inigo
Feb. 14, 2017, 4:12 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
We came back, at terrible cost we came back...
There are words that will never get the chance to be whispered, visions that will never be appreciated, experiences never had...
The final sacrifices given to make the world a brighter place than before, beating back the darkness if but for a time.
There are words that will never get the chance to be whispered, visions that will never be appreciated, experiences never had...
The final sacrifices given to make the world a brighter place than before, beating back the darkness if but for a time.
Written By Preston
Feb. 14, 2017, 3:29 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aldwin
The armies of the Compact marched against evil.
They prevailed, but at terrible cost.
Where, I ask, were my brothers and sisters?
It is not an accusation: I know no Templar who would not have stood against the horde.
There has been tension between man and Faith of late: and I caused part of it.
For this I apologize.
But we must look forward, to the real foe.
And by any of you I would stand, blades in hand, and fight, and put my life before yours.
Most Holy,
I beseech you. Order the Templar against the foes of man that we may stand brother to brother, sister to sister, against the darkness, in the name of the gods, in the name of the Justice of the Sentinel, the Charity of Gild, the Honor of Gloria, the Hope of Lagoma, the Wild of Petrichor, the Life of Mangata, the Wisdom of Vellichor, and the Insight of Jayus.
And, of course, the Fidelity of Limerance, for though no law binds it, the fidelity between man and Faith is as great as any.
And I pray to all you gods to know, remembered, forgotten, and the Thirteenth who watches from beyond: the Templar are ready to fight true.
They prevailed, but at terrible cost.
Where, I ask, were my brothers and sisters?
It is not an accusation: I know no Templar who would not have stood against the horde.
There has been tension between man and Faith of late: and I caused part of it.
For this I apologize.
But we must look forward, to the real foe.
And by any of you I would stand, blades in hand, and fight, and put my life before yours.
Most Holy,
I beseech you. Order the Templar against the foes of man that we may stand brother to brother, sister to sister, against the darkness, in the name of the gods, in the name of the Justice of the Sentinel, the Charity of Gild, the Honor of Gloria, the Hope of Lagoma, the Wild of Petrichor, the Life of Mangata, the Wisdom of Vellichor, and the Insight of Jayus.
And, of course, the Fidelity of Limerance, for though no law binds it, the fidelity between man and Faith is as great as any.
And I pray to all you gods to know, remembered, forgotten, and the Thirteenth who watches from beyond: the Templar are ready to fight true.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 14, 2017, 2:56 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
It is not often that I write openly of those who have fallen or otherwise left our mortal presence.
I make an exception to this usual standard only because it was only a few short days ago it feels like, that I met Duchess Nadia Nightgold. She had sent a letter to me, advising me that she wished to meet with me, and share a drink. A most peculiar request, coming from a lady of such high station. It is not often that I receive a personal letter requesting an opportunity to meet, drink, and generally socialize. As a result, I accepted. I was intrigued to know more of this stranger who wished to know me.
She came upon the palace gates just before sunset. The knights of the King's Own there inspected her for any manner of contraband that is not permitted within the palace grounds. Reportedly the Duchess carried with her an arsenal of weaponry, of which she began to voluntarily offload into the waiting arms of the knights there. Amusing, to be sure. Then she was escorted to myself to share the drink that she had requested.
We had wine that evening within the palace gardens, a place with a spectacular view. The sun was in the midst of setting and the moon rising on the opposite end of the horizon. We met, we spoke, we shared a moment for two strangers to finally clear the obscuring fog of routines and schedules. It was an honor and privilege to have met the Duchess and it pains me to know that I will have no such opportunity again. I will in no way make a claim to being her newest best friend or even that I knew her well, but I do recognize the sense of loss that comes with only just meeting someone you found likable and then only find that no such chance will be available going forward.
My condolences and prayers are with the entirety of House Nightgold. I hope, with all of my being, that you may have your vengeance at the loss of kin and devoted servant of the Compact.
Our enemies have robbed us of yet another and it is only proof that unity must prevail.
I make an exception to this usual standard only because it was only a few short days ago it feels like, that I met Duchess Nadia Nightgold. She had sent a letter to me, advising me that she wished to meet with me, and share a drink. A most peculiar request, coming from a lady of such high station. It is not often that I receive a personal letter requesting an opportunity to meet, drink, and generally socialize. As a result, I accepted. I was intrigued to know more of this stranger who wished to know me.
She came upon the palace gates just before sunset. The knights of the King's Own there inspected her for any manner of contraband that is not permitted within the palace grounds. Reportedly the Duchess carried with her an arsenal of weaponry, of which she began to voluntarily offload into the waiting arms of the knights there. Amusing, to be sure. Then she was escorted to myself to share the drink that she had requested.
We had wine that evening within the palace gardens, a place with a spectacular view. The sun was in the midst of setting and the moon rising on the opposite end of the horizon. We met, we spoke, we shared a moment for two strangers to finally clear the obscuring fog of routines and schedules. It was an honor and privilege to have met the Duchess and it pains me to know that I will have no such opportunity again. I will in no way make a claim to being her newest best friend or even that I knew her well, but I do recognize the sense of loss that comes with only just meeting someone you found likable and then only find that no such chance will be available going forward.
My condolences and prayers are with the entirety of House Nightgold. I hope, with all of my being, that you may have your vengeance at the loss of kin and devoted servant of the Compact.
Our enemies have robbed us of yet another and it is only proof that unity must prevail.
Written By Valerius
Feb. 14, 2017, 2:24 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
I swear to the Gods, the Spirits, and anyone else that might listen: if I meet one of the things that killed my friend, I will tear it apart with my bare fucking hands.
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 14, 2017, 2:22 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
Here I am now, hollow;
No heart beats within my chest.
He has gone where I cannot follow.
He has left my head full of unrest.
Here I am now, fallow;
No heart lives within my breast.
He has gone and left me sorrow.
He has taken of me the best.
Here I am now, barren;
No warmth within my skin.
He has gone and left me in famine.
He was the joy I held within.
Here I am...
He is not.
No heart beats within my chest.
He has gone where I cannot follow.
He has left my head full of unrest.
Here I am now, fallow;
No heart lives within my breast.
He has gone and left me sorrow.
He has taken of me the best.
Here I am now, barren;
No warmth within my skin.
He has gone and left me in famine.
He was the joy I held within.
Here I am...
He is not.
Written By Sigurd
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:50 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
My cousin is dead.
My Duchess is dead.
These words chase themselves around and around in my head, like starving wolves chasing their own tails, leading nowhere.
Why didn't you listen? Why were you there? How did you fall? Why the hells wasn't I there to save you?
My Duchess is dead.
These words chase themselves around and around in my head, like starving wolves chasing their own tails, leading nowhere.
Why didn't you listen? Why were you there? How did you fall? Why the hells wasn't I there to save you?
Written By Luca
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:27 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
You stupid, hot-headed, brave, beautiful bastard.
Gods I'm going to miss you.
Gods I'm going to miss you.
Written By Aurora
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
You were more than my Patron, Duchess Nadia Nightgold. I find that you were a friend, a companion, and certainly someone who kept me alive. You were always so concerned over my habits or lack thereof, and I might actually die now. This is not because I will mourn your passing so heavily that I will die because of it, but because you literally kept me alive with food and drink after I would forget to eat for days on end. There were always platters of food appearing from the air when I would find time to break from my intense and fierce workloads, and I know you were the cause.
I might starve to death. Great.
I might starve to death. Great.
Written By Aislin
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:08 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Word comes from the battlefield, and suddenly the world is darker than it has been, even in these times. And perhaps it's selfish of me to feel like I've lost a part of myself; there are many with even more reason to grieve than I have.
Still.
When I first found myself back in Arx a year and a half ago, I thought I would be here only for a few weeks before another expedition. But instead I found myself getting caught up in a study of runic markings, something that kept me within the city walls those first early weeks as I collected samples and studied them. It was Marquis Vincere Igniseri who joined me in that first study, and he became one of my dearest friends in the city. We often collaborated on things. Shared notes, tested theories... some of my favorite memories since coming And gods, he made Cara so /happy/.
And his brother, Pietro, was this constant ball of cheerful energy. I knew that if I needed someone at my side, he'd be there in a flash. I knew that if the world got dark, he'd try to brighten it. Another of my fonder memories is of Vincere, Dawn, and I having some theoretical discussion about lost bits of history and lore, back before everything seemed so dire... and of Pietro, nearby, rolling around in a giant /pile/ of puppies. Three of my dearest friends in one space. And even if some of what we talked about was dark, it seemed... remote, somehow, when surrounded by those I cared about.
I never actually saw him with Ainsley, but I can only imagine the sort of smile he'd inspire.
The Adventure Twins, I always called them. Half-jokingly, but half seriously. It's how I've always pictured them -- two halves of a whole. It's how I always will.
And now when the final tally was taken, my cousin Nadia as well. I won't lie: while I love my northern kin, Nadia and I haven't always seen eye to eye on everything. But the last time we spoke, as hard a conversation as that was to have in some ways, we also agreed that the Compact was stronger with everyone working together. We agreed to...
Gods, I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.
For a long time, I've been tired. Exhausted. But now? Now I'm just angry.
There's no room for anything else anymore, I think. Not right now.
And maybe that's good.
Still.
When I first found myself back in Arx a year and a half ago, I thought I would be here only for a few weeks before another expedition. But instead I found myself getting caught up in a study of runic markings, something that kept me within the city walls those first early weeks as I collected samples and studied them. It was Marquis Vincere Igniseri who joined me in that first study, and he became one of my dearest friends in the city. We often collaborated on things. Shared notes, tested theories... some of my favorite memories since coming And gods, he made Cara so /happy/.
And his brother, Pietro, was this constant ball of cheerful energy. I knew that if I needed someone at my side, he'd be there in a flash. I knew that if the world got dark, he'd try to brighten it. Another of my fonder memories is of Vincere, Dawn, and I having some theoretical discussion about lost bits of history and lore, back before everything seemed so dire... and of Pietro, nearby, rolling around in a giant /pile/ of puppies. Three of my dearest friends in one space. And even if some of what we talked about was dark, it seemed... remote, somehow, when surrounded by those I cared about.
I never actually saw him with Ainsley, but I can only imagine the sort of smile he'd inspire.
The Adventure Twins, I always called them. Half-jokingly, but half seriously. It's how I've always pictured them -- two halves of a whole. It's how I always will.
And now when the final tally was taken, my cousin Nadia as well. I won't lie: while I love my northern kin, Nadia and I haven't always seen eye to eye on everything. But the last time we spoke, as hard a conversation as that was to have in some ways, we also agreed that the Compact was stronger with everyone working together. We agreed to...
Gods, I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.
For a long time, I've been tired. Exhausted. But now? Now I'm just angry.
There's no room for anything else anymore, I think. Not right now.
And maybe that's good.
Written By Merek
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
I did not expect this to happen right after I met her. She was to be my research partner, and instead war called her away, and has taken her. I wish her the best as she passes on to Elysia.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
You were the clever gilt-tongued reflection of your brother, you made me blush, always by surprise! on more than one occassion. I'd be lying if I didn't say that you had a piece of my heart as well, as much as I loved your brother I cared for you as well.
Discourse and conversation, you were so eager to learn about everything. All of it. And it never weighed you down, not like I saw it do to so many others.
Remember what we did to those delegation banners? The ones we thought we might have to bring with us (and didn't)?
I have one. I'm keeping it in my house until I die and then they'll burn me with it.
Discourse and conversation, you were so eager to learn about everything. All of it. And it never weighed you down, not like I saw it do to so many others.
Remember what we did to those delegation banners? The ones we thought we might have to bring with us (and didn't)?
I have one. I'm keeping it in my house until I die and then they'll burn me with it.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
I promised you so many things, so many things-
I love you, Pietro, my friend of body and spirit, my cohort and companion, kindred soul.
I can't stop seeing your laughing face, your silly antics, the grin we shared over our hearts' desires and lovers found.
But I understand. I can see it, I can hear it in the words read:
Vincere cut down, and you... you are two pieces and you couldn't-
oh Pietro.
-and Ainsley! Gods-
I love you, Pietro, my friend of body and spirit, my cohort and companion, kindred soul.
I can't stop seeing your laughing face, your silly antics, the grin we shared over our hearts' desires and lovers found.
But I understand. I can see it, I can hear it in the words read:
Vincere cut down, and you... you are two pieces and you couldn't-
oh Pietro.
-and Ainsley! Gods-
Written By Sylvie
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
My heart is broken.
I thought it was broken the day Zaccheri died, but I somehow managed to piece it together. Shards and slivers missing, I managed to rebuild myself.
And now my heart is broken again. Two cracks, a million pieces.
I thought it was broken the day Zaccheri died, but I somehow managed to piece it together. Shards and slivers missing, I managed to rebuild myself.
And now my heart is broken again. Two cracks, a million pieces.
Written By Waldemai
Feb. 13, 2017, 10:01 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Played a game of Rogues led by a man named Rainier. We needed to climb a tower and break in for the prize. Not bad, but it showed me how bad out of shape I've gotten since I've been putting in all my time in the shop. Can't run or climb for anything! Lady Eirene was good enough to put up with me on her team, but I'm pretty sure I let her down. Got to get trained up better!
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