Written By Valery
Dec. 29, 2016, 6:14 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassius
He scares me.
And he didn't even mention if the tea worked...
Written By Eirene
Dec. 29, 2016, 6:11 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
'Hey, a Thraxian smithy is going to install a ballista in our courtyard, we good?' That'd go over like a... ballista bolt to the eye.
Written By Isolde
Dec. 29, 2016, 5:50 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
Written By Isolde
Dec. 29, 2016, 5:49 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Written By Samantha
Dec. 29, 2016, 2:12 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I enjoy making him smile. But I also enjoy his bearing, his dedication, his intelligence, his earnestness, his patience, and his sensibilities of justice, fairness, and honor.
Written By Samantha
Dec. 29, 2016, 2:07 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
That is what he said.
Written By Killian
Dec. 29, 2016, 1:37 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
Written By Eirene
Dec. 29, 2016, 10:50 a.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Well, I did. Honestly most of my closest friends were made over alcohol and trying to forget our soldiering for a few hours.
The fucker better not spill this latest round of confidential discussion. No matter how hard I may want to hit him I can't do jack shit against those muscles.
Even if it means freezing my scrawny ass off, I will someday see his lands and try to find the beauty in them. He loves it. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. Such pride; as much as I have for my ladies and lads in the unit.
Written By Faye
Dec. 29, 2016, 8:02 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
It has been some time, but familiarity will return. I shall need to replace some equipment.
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 29, 2016, 6:39 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristram
Written By Juliet
Dec. 29, 2016, 5:38 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Written By Serafine
Dec. 29, 2016, 4:22 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
It was a good learning experience (the fight), and an intriguing meeting (at the Grotto).
I hope the others didn't find us rude, but honestly, I didn't notice much beyond Leta.
What a remarkable person. I look forward to seeing her again.
Written By Darrow
Dec. 29, 2016, 3:39 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Ouch.
Written By Ferrando
Dec. 29, 2016, 3:31 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
Written By Julea
Dec. 29, 2016, 3:06 a.m.(7/7/1005 AR)
I wasn’t dead. But by the time I realised this, a small part of me wished I was.
A one-eyed blink, and a blood stained sledgehammer stopped just shy of my face, brought abruptly to a halt by a singular ruling and I was granted clemency that ended with his severed head in my lap. “This is not allowed.” He sung his sweet song, and they followed with the chorus, matching his steps, his words. Words, they were everywhere. spilled from the mouths of my once-friends, once-family, once-lovers. I told them not to speak. But they didn’t listen and their words covered my face until I could pair-see the world once more. “You will remember me,” the Minstrel sung.
I was lugged around with no more decorum than a sack of potatoes and with that backwards view, I watched it burn till the image faded leaving just the blackened husks of three trunks. And standing between them, I saw the man I knew as my father standing before them. “I will remember you,” I whisper-promised back to that Minstrel.
v.
Three days of travelling down Grays River, and I hit the ground, two tribes of Shavs clashing noisily around me. I lay forgotten face down in the mud and a third group of non-Shavs joined in the frenzy but I had no eyes for them, only the glint of red steel held by one of my captors near by. A sharpened buckle on my boot and I was free, wiggling my hands from the cords.
I retrieved both of them, and they paid the price in blood. Church had kept his word, he was there and he saw me. And this time when I fought the Shavs, I was not alone and the outcome would be very different. Red steel glistened terrifyingly in a flash of lightning, the storm that raged above us reflecting with my own singing fury. Kukri struck the Shav just below the ear, the power and the velocity of the blow enough to shear straight through flesh, gristle and bone.
The Shav’s head fell forward and began to bounce hideously down the bank of the Gray, unspooling a splattered red trail over pebbles and landing with a plunk in the swift flowing waters. The decapitated body hung lifeless for what seemed like an eternity, before it slumped to the side, collapsing on itself in a geyser of blood. My heart pounded with the intensity of the battle, but there was to be reprieve and another took his place as I fought hard to shed the ground between us.
The beauty of my Kukri is in it’s ability to adapt. It not only chops, but pierces, slashes, and even smashes when force is focused with the back edge of the blade. The long narrow distal point, in the right hands, can be driven through thick hide and tough skin. And the hands of mine were the right ones. She performed beautifully and I utilised every aspect of her.
“You’re late.” I was breathless and that was all the words I could muster.
Written By Julea
Dec. 29, 2016, 2:08 a.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
I raised Kukri, aiming a mortal cut to his neck; but did not have the reach, and the Shav returned it at full swing, landing a tremendous blow on my cheek bone and brow and made a red rain of that side of my face as I went down. I could hear their shouts, the roar of triumph as the wave of fortune rolled tumultuously from me to him.
I got up with a ghostly smile, one side of my face perfectly sanguine, my right eye closed as I advanced back to the fight, just as determined. Our blades crossed paths and not receiving another remembrancer I went at it with my former impetuosity, but in vain at first. Weakened, he was easily able to ward off the strikes, or draw back out of reach. There was no cautiousness, no half-hits. No finesse, no art in this kind of fighting. It was brutal.
I lunged for him, using a concentrated blow with the back of the blade to smash his face and for a moment he was suspended and it was uncertain whether he would retaliate before he fell back, hands flung up in the air, and his bloody sword hits a spot of virgin grass. All traces of life and of natural expression were gone from him. His face spouted blood and everything was red.
It was over, for both of us. One more of them fell before they overwhelmed me and everything went black but not before I glimpsed something, or rather someone: A Minstrel ruling the Shav tribes.
--------------------------------- I need a moment. This next bit is important.
Written By Cai
Dec. 29, 2016, 2:01 a.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
I forgot how I need to remind myself that I need to stop getting my hopes up.
There will always be a better options than you.
Move on, get over it, and focus on your task at hand.
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 29, 2016, 1:18 a.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cai
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 29, 2016, 1:18 a.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ferrando
Written By Silas
Dec. 29, 2016, 12:17 a.m.(7/6/1005 AR)
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