Written By Aurora
Sept. 4, 2016, 8:20 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Perhaps I should seek more patrons, for who does not wish to have their name beside that of a successful play or performance?
Written By Leo
Sept. 4, 2016, 8:05 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Written By Sudara
Sept. 4, 2016, 8:04 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Written By Leo
Sept. 4, 2016, 8:02 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
Written By Sudara
Sept. 4, 2016, 7:50 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
Written By Aurora
Sept. 4, 2016, 7:46 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
Written By Aurora
Sept. 4, 2016, 7:38 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaine
Written By Rainier
Sept. 4, 2016, 6:45 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
I could not. What excitement they felt, the trepidation of clashing against their own numbers, the support and the abject worry that they felt does not match what is in my own heart; one of those young swordsmen complained that the numbers were unfair, and that the opposition were vagabonds for it. Briefly I debated engaging them in conversation, perhaps even afterwards, but would I have to say to them? Are they wrong or is it my own mind warped now, my hands stained too deeply, that spectacles of the sort no longer seem the same?
I saw nothing. I did not even see a melee - I saw steps, forms, technique and styles but I saw no spectacle. There was no order to be maintained, no chain of command or strategic elements to gain an advantage from. Athleticism, yes, and some had quick hands and rapid minds - yes. But I do not know it is what I was supposed to have been doing there.
Liv was present, too. I should catch up to her. I owe more than I will be able to repay her before the end.
Written By Rainier
Sept. 4, 2016, 6:44 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
This shall be no exception either, future friend. I know I have failed you.
She looked well, of course, and spoke prudently as is her lot in life. Some of us are blessed with such luck of no loss for virtue, yet appear cursed as well with not recognizing them for what they are; perhaps as a small repayment I could help her see that if only I knew how.
Healers ought to be above the rest of us and held to that lofty state by all who know them. She shall change many lives above and beyond merely those that she saves during her own, but I have a task to do. It shall not do to become distracted.
Remember. The price of duty was honor.
Written By Hammar
Sept. 4, 2016, 6:16 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Written By Olivia
Sept. 4, 2016, 6:12 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Written By Olivia
Sept. 4, 2016, 6:10 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Rainier
Written By Olivia
Sept. 4, 2016, 6:09 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
Written By Rook
Sept. 4, 2016, 3:36 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Honestly, it's rather tiresome. My name is playful homage to the fact I'm a chess piece, you see. That wasn't awfully hard to figure out, was it? Yet, everyone seems to be so surprised. "Oh, your name is Rook?" they say. "Like a the board game?" they query.
It's not that my name bothers me, not in the slightest. It's that people are so terribly /predictable/. It's why I refuse clients, from time to time. It's why I charge exorbitant rates to those who would hire me. I am a Whisper, not a common fop you'll find in the boroughs.
If my dear men and women of this city cannot appreciate quality when they see it, then why bother hiring an elite courtier with years of training to attend the courts?
Written By Rook
Sept. 4, 2016, 3:31 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
As a vassal to House Grayson my family has been sending me piles and piles of missives seeking ways to pledge further aid to our liege and his proxies in this time of great horror. Our merchant vessels have even begun reducing their fees for transport goods in hope that the further income will satisfy the coffers of the royal family during their investigation into the truth of this tragedy.
Yet, I know my father's games and my mother's manipulative motions. They're priming themselves for a possible transfer of the throne and seeking the graces of those who, unlike King Alaric, are still awake. I can't really blame them either, though I wonder if they couldn't a little less obvious about it.
What next, will they send my siblings here with bows tied around their necks?
Written By Rook
Sept. 4, 2016, 3:22 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
You see, there's a lady-- her identity confidential, you understand-- who just wishes to ensure I'm "safe". Apparently that means sending this stalking, dour faced sentinel my way in hopes I'll never mis-step. It's simply not acceptable, really. I'm due to see the Radiant this very afternoon, in fact, to stop this nonesense. No Whisper ought be treated this way.
If only this were the first strange thing to happen to me. Occupational hazard, I'm afraid. Sometimes you only need to spend an evening with someone and they're falling head over heels for you. Everyone just wants a little bit of attention and that's more than alright-- but others? Well, they want /all/ the attention, /all/ the time. Sometimes not even your weight in silver is enough.
Anyway, I digress... let's move on, shall we?
Written By Harlan
Sept. 4, 2016, 3:13 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivia
My sister is in the city! I spotted her today on the Grayson grounds. Already she is pulling up weeds and cataloguing them.
I am hopeful that she may assist Lady Grayson with the mysterious ailment of the King. More importantly, it is good to see her again.
We miss the friendly faces of home.
Written By Talen
Sept. 4, 2016, 3:03 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Marcas
Written By Talen
Sept. 4, 2016, 2:56 p.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
We won the event with some small amount of tactic; a rather common choice of stratagem, admittedly. I stood in front of Luca to keep him unwounded and without armour he was hardly fatigued for much of the fight while I kept everyone at bay. Duke Niccolo called our targets and served as a floating danger. It worked well, as expected, leaving our prince to mop up at the end.
I am ever surprised at the talented warriors in Arx, though I confess they are rather disillusioned. Should I ever face many of these men or women in a true fight, rather than his ridiculous pretense of a show, they won't last very long.
Lord Victus Thrax was outnumbered as one can expect any famed fighter to be and was felled despite his good showing. High Prince Edain and his partner the Lord Fidante both took fancy with me and it proved to be my undoing.
I won a sword, emerald, gold and steel; another trophy that I care very little about. I sent it to Princess Jaenelle as I have done with the others, hopefully to be hoarded by her like a great white dragon would until she chooses to smelt them for something pretty.
Written By Deva
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:32 a.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
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