Written By Faye
Jan. 13, 2017, 1:59 a.m.(8/23/1005 AR)
I had expected some form of intercession might be necessary at the meeting within the Commoner's Court, between the tensions in the city and the promise of free swill as grievances and questions were aired. Fortunately no such issue arose.
Written By Morrighan
Jan. 13, 2017, 1:22 a.m.(8/23/1005 AR)
I don't think I could be any more let down and disappointed with people than I already am. Suppose it serves as a poignant reminder of my place in the world.
Written By Aleksei
Jan. 12, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(8/23/1005 AR)
I'm pretty sure that the best damn idea to come out of that Commoner Court was that the High Council should hold a tournament for those alaricite weapons. No fancy armor! Just skill. Come on, guys. I'll fight monsters!
Written By Harald
Jan. 12, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(8/23/1005 AR)
The ships must fly wherever there is wind. To the south, to cull a herd already grown too large, and now to the north. Young Darkwater believes there may be workers of blood magic among the Abandoned of the frozen northern seas that allow their tribes to resist the furious siren’s song. Perhaps some will be willing to turn Prodigal, should our gifts be taken, and our protection against the oncoming storm be desired. Each Abandoned who turns to our cause is one less arrow our foemen can cast against our shields.
The Alfar are said to come within days, with a tribute of alarcite in trade for the Compact’s tribute in blood. It is yet to be seen how the Council will distribute such weapons, though in the habit of mainlanders for time out of mind, I doubt they will be swift to arm those they fear. Even now, in the face of the greatest evils that have risen for a thousand years, they fear we men of the Isles, though among the North are some more to our ken.
It is the nature of walls to stand until they fall, whether walls be formed of ships or of stones. Mainlanders trust to walls of stones, and for too long we of the Isles have trusted in the wooden wall of our fleets to ward off all harm. Such days of comfortable superiority are coming to a swift end.
The last Tyde spoke of keeping “food that walks itself”. Others have spoken of “not needing to outrun the bear, just their slowest friend”. I think that when a monster hunts, it is not always for hunger, but for sheer love of slaughter; such beasts will not long stop to feed. From a kraken, I expect one cannot fly far enough.
We must become the greatest killers in all the world, if we are to survive.
We must grow strong enough to slay legends, and thus rise as new legends ourselves, for we are of the Isles and know no other way.
The Alfar are said to come within days, with a tribute of alarcite in trade for the Compact’s tribute in blood. It is yet to be seen how the Council will distribute such weapons, though in the habit of mainlanders for time out of mind, I doubt they will be swift to arm those they fear. Even now, in the face of the greatest evils that have risen for a thousand years, they fear we men of the Isles, though among the North are some more to our ken.
It is the nature of walls to stand until they fall, whether walls be formed of ships or of stones. Mainlanders trust to walls of stones, and for too long we of the Isles have trusted in the wooden wall of our fleets to ward off all harm. Such days of comfortable superiority are coming to a swift end.
The last Tyde spoke of keeping “food that walks itself”. Others have spoken of “not needing to outrun the bear, just their slowest friend”. I think that when a monster hunts, it is not always for hunger, but for sheer love of slaughter; such beasts will not long stop to feed. From a kraken, I expect one cannot fly far enough.
We must become the greatest killers in all the world, if we are to survive.
We must grow strong enough to slay legends, and thus rise as new legends ourselves, for we are of the Isles and know no other way.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 12, 2017, 9:11 p.m.(8/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I don't know what all the fuss is about. It was just a head. I brushed it off first.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 12, 2017, 9:04 p.m.(8/23/1005 AR)
When you go through the trouble of pranking your sister and you -don't- hear her shriek of disgust rip through the house.
[it's noted that the subject looks depressed]
[it's noted that the subject looks depressed]
Written By Serafine
Jan. 12, 2017, 7:28 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
What? No, that's not a hickey.
It -isn't-.
I bit myself shaving.
It -isn't-.
I bit myself shaving.
Written By Blacktongue
Jan. 12, 2017, 6:22 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy that is permitted, and clearly a healthy society permits more satirical comment than a repressive, so that if comedy is to function in some way as a safety release then it must obviously deal with these taboo areas. This is part of the responsibility that must be accorded to us jesters, that nothing be excused the searching light of comedy. If anything can survive the probe of humour it is clearly of value, and conversely all groups who claim immunity from laughter are claiming special privileges which should not be granted.
Written By Isolde
Jan. 12, 2017, 5:35 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
The more things change, the more they stay the same. I wonder if there are any surprises left in the world.
Written By Darren
Jan. 12, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
In light of recent events, I want to stress the importance of asking questions and speaking your mind. You should never be afraid to question. Nor should you be afraid to question the answer once it is given.
There is an assortment of information out there. Truths. Lies. A mix of the two. We still do not know everything; perhaps, we never will. Though we paid the Teind, it is clearly not the end. Perhaps it is only just the beginning.
So keep asking. Keep searching. And I will do everything in my power to help find these answers, too.
There is an assortment of information out there. Truths. Lies. A mix of the two. We still do not know everything; perhaps, we never will. Though we paid the Teind, it is clearly not the end. Perhaps it is only just the beginning.
So keep asking. Keep searching. And I will do everything in my power to help find these answers, too.
Written By Silas
Jan. 12, 2017, 4:29 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
I had a feeling you two were in league with each other with your shared fondness for spider-motifed furniture, but it's kind of hard to formulate a convincing argument with just that.
I guess I should be glad you apparently turned on each other, though!
I guess I should be glad you apparently turned on each other, though!
Written By Lark
Jan. 12, 2017, 4:16 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
[Breaks glass in hand.]
Written By Mason
Jan. 12, 2017, 4 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
This whole mess has leaved some very disturbing connotations with me, and things I can't seem to shake.
And I don't know whether or not it was her intention. Asking for a vote, and the vote or choice doesn't even matter, doing the very thing that was being discussed. If that was the case, why even have a gathering of the council, what was the point if you were just going to do it anyways?
Make no mistake, I believed the Tiend was the right choice, but how Dawn went about it, accusing people of not holding to their word and then she goes out and breaks her's. I don't understand. Is there a story that we don't know? Is there something that we should know? What more isn't being said and more importantly, /why/ isn't it being said?
She had put everything on the Tiend being completed. Enough to throw a sham of an Assembly of Peers and a vote that didn't matter. And when she says that she will be one of the sacrifices, she doesn't even go through with it herself like she said she would. I don't say that because I wanted her to die. Fact is, I would've rather not anyone had to. Enough people are going to die in the coming days, months, and likely years.
But when you're the only one that returns. Left with with twenty-one people. Only two return. I assume that thirteen of them are dead through the ritual. What happened to the others? Why are you still alive? And what made you decide to sacrifice Lady Darkwater instead of yourself, since you seemed to be so willing to throw yourself on the sword of martyrdom but then couldn't go throw with the act?
I don't want to think these thoughts, I don't want to accuse like this. Blazing sands, I gave my daughter's middle name in honor of you. But all of us, especially the Darkwaters deserve answers. And these last months, you have shut out just about everyone.
I wish I knew why. I wish I didn't think of you like I do now. And I wish, more than the rest, that you would tell us why.
And I don't know whether or not it was her intention. Asking for a vote, and the vote or choice doesn't even matter, doing the very thing that was being discussed. If that was the case, why even have a gathering of the council, what was the point if you were just going to do it anyways?
Make no mistake, I believed the Tiend was the right choice, but how Dawn went about it, accusing people of not holding to their word and then she goes out and breaks her's. I don't understand. Is there a story that we don't know? Is there something that we should know? What more isn't being said and more importantly, /why/ isn't it being said?
She had put everything on the Tiend being completed. Enough to throw a sham of an Assembly of Peers and a vote that didn't matter. And when she says that she will be one of the sacrifices, she doesn't even go through with it herself like she said she would. I don't say that because I wanted her to die. Fact is, I would've rather not anyone had to. Enough people are going to die in the coming days, months, and likely years.
But when you're the only one that returns. Left with with twenty-one people. Only two return. I assume that thirteen of them are dead through the ritual. What happened to the others? Why are you still alive? And what made you decide to sacrifice Lady Darkwater instead of yourself, since you seemed to be so willing to throw yourself on the sword of martyrdom but then couldn't go throw with the act?
I don't want to think these thoughts, I don't want to accuse like this. Blazing sands, I gave my daughter's middle name in honor of you. But all of us, especially the Darkwaters deserve answers. And these last months, you have shut out just about everyone.
I wish I knew why. I wish I didn't think of you like I do now. And I wish, more than the rest, that you would tell us why.
Written By Max
Jan. 12, 2017, 1:12 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
My sea has gone dry.
So too now, is my sun burnt out.
All I have left, are the stones and bones. Her smile, even when I scolded her was always so warm.
I ask you kindly - reader.
Do not move me to anger any time soon. My mercy drained with the waters and went out with the light.
- Maximilian Darkwater.
So too now, is my sun burnt out.
All I have left, are the stones and bones. Her smile, even when I scolded her was always so warm.
I ask you kindly - reader.
Do not move me to anger any time soon. My mercy drained with the waters and went out with the light.
- Maximilian Darkwater.
Written By Aurora
Jan. 12, 2017, 11:50 a.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
I have been given a promotion in the Mummers. I have decided that my new title shall be 'Assistant Director of Operations'. It sounds important, doesn't it? Much more important than just 'assistant'. Ill have to have business cards made.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 12, 2017, 11:18 a.m.(8/21/1005 AR)
I suck at parties. I drink. That's about all I am good at. I stayed home and did the same thing minus having to do something interesting to my hair.
Socialization? Flirting? Dancing? Fuck that noise.
Give me a bar full of soldiers telling ribald stories and no shit there I was tales any day. I really need to get off my skinny ass and host that.
Socialization? Flirting? Dancing? Fuck that noise.
Give me a bar full of soldiers telling ribald stories and no shit there I was tales any day. I really need to get off my skinny ass and host that.
Written By Cicero
Jan. 12, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(8/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
The Fox of the North,
Behind sweet smile, trouble.
The boots full of snakes.
Behind sweet smile, trouble.
The boots full of snakes.
Written By Cicero
Jan. 12, 2017, 10:41 a.m.(8/21/1005 AR)
Incredible silk.
Soft fabric cannot hide strength,
Only amplify.
Soft fabric cannot hide strength,
Only amplify.
Written By Cicero
Jan. 12, 2017, 10:31 a.m.(8/21/1005 AR)
Such tales of darkness.
Ingenuity, Courage.
Strong arms, minds and wills.
Ingenuity, Courage.
Strong arms, minds and wills.
Written By Bethany
Jan. 12, 2017, 10:24 a.m.(8/21/1005 AR)
The next in the series can be found:
City's Center
Crown Way
Redrain's Gate
City's Center
Crown Way
Redrain's Gate
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.