Written By Ophelia
Oct. 15, 2023, 8:53 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
I lost count of the crows as I walked home today. Snow was falling, which didn't help matters.
The call of a familiar hunting hawk brought tears to my eyes when I approached the estate. Oh how I've missed my family and friends.
The call of a familiar hunting hawk brought tears to my eyes when I approached the estate. Oh how I've missed my family and friends.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 15, 2023, 7:38 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
There are no words that I can commit to parchment to adequately convey what I saw and what I feel in the wake of the battle outside the walls of Arx. These past few days have challenged me and shown me many things. I stood with our soldiers, I stitched the wounds I could.
There was nothing more I could have done in the time I had with the resources available. And we claimed victory! So then why do I feel such a deep ache in the pit of my stomach?
I want my children home. I want to celebrate something. I want to be able to thank those who can no longer be thanked.
There was nothing more I could have done in the time I had with the resources available. And we claimed victory! So then why do I feel such a deep ache in the pit of my stomach?
I want my children home. I want to celebrate something. I want to be able to thank those who can no longer be thanked.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 15, 2023, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
After the passing of my family and friends so recently, I...I guess I've never felt so fortunate to be so close to my family. My sister in law Elora, she commanded our troops lije she's done it her whole life. Our storm raged. My twin and I fought along side each other like we haven't in years. I feel we've made our ancestors proud.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 15, 2023, 6:12 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cillian
I was talking about Cillian, scholar! Spirits! Oh...Cadern was writing? You wrote the wrong name anyway...It's ok.brotgers are brothers.
Written By Ann
Oct. 15, 2023, 6:09 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cillian
Cillian Blackwood was a hunter and a protector he had a love of butterflies and a love of people. He also had a love of whiskey and a love for winter. Two things that we had in common. He stood for freedom and for choice. He died free from what held him prisoner from this side of the wheel. He died going the way he said he would have wanted to. Protecting those he loved and cared for. Thank the spirits that Helena is gone but I will miss my friend who always was willing to run into battle no matter the cost.
Goofy with his poems but you knew if you got one from him it was because he loved you and thought of you. Never forgotten. Always remembered.
I am proud that he was part of Redrain and now an honored Rivenshari. I will say to him to the last . I will also remember the sigil we once shared bears and drops of red. He was a friend and part of my chosen family. I am still in disbelief that he is gone his death should be honored if anyone speaks ill of him he will have to answer to me. Consider this a warning I know how to use my words.
Goofy with his poems but you knew if you got one from him it was because he loved you and thought of you. Never forgotten. Always remembered.
I am proud that he was part of Redrain and now an honored Rivenshari. I will say to him to the last . I will also remember the sigil we once shared bears and drops of red. He was a friend and part of my chosen family. I am still in disbelief that he is gone his death should be honored if anyone speaks ill of him he will have to answer to me. Consider this a warning I know how to use my words.
Written By Sudara
Oct. 15, 2023, 5:23 p.m.(1/7/1021 AR)
All hail the new Archduke! As the House's Minister of Hospitality (however nominal and powerless that old honorific-in-jest might truly be), I am delighted to offer our new man in charge all the cocoa I can provide. Also commiserations and sympathy, now that he is officially the person to whom complaints might be made should any of the "Sins" live down to our byname....
Written By Valencia
Oct. 15, 2023, 3:48 p.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
Archduke Patrizio... if feels strange and wonderful to say. I am very happy for him and for all those who will benefit from his appointment. In fact, I cannot think of a better choice to lead Pravus forward.
I see in him so many good qualities that will serve him, his people, and all in our compact very well in his new role.
It truly is a new chapter for Pravus. I think Belladonna and the Choir will be glad of their choice.
I know he will do all he can to serve and lead his people well.
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I see in him so many good qualities that will serve him, his people, and all in our compact very well in his new role.
It truly is a new chapter for Pravus. I think Belladonna and the Choir will be glad of their choice.
I know he will do all he can to serve and lead his people well.
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Written By Mabelle
Oct. 15, 2023, 3:25 p.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
What a strange week. I traveled to Artshall to see the state of the new crops we planted to explore the difference with the new state of the soil.
It did not yield much. It also keeps getting stolen.
Of all the things I thought I'd place heavy guards around, it was never a plantation.
It did not yield much. It also keeps getting stolen.
Of all the things I thought I'd place heavy guards around, it was never a plantation.
Written By Mattheu
Oct. 15, 2023, 2:44 p.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cillian
Let there be no mistake about it, Lord Cillian Blackwood could be a right pain.
A loveable pain.
One who fought to keep all that knew of him and those close to him free. He fought to be free and dance, to take in the views provided to him in stride and to try to learn of what the world around him was to truly offer. Many of us know him for the butterflies he tended to, or of Petrichor's Lodge. He sought to find the finest of whiskies. And he sought to find love when he was ready to give up on it.
It was only recently where he was more vocal about that which marked him, scared his body and could possibly put him into a moment of harm's way when they came for him. Not many know this about him, and I will not allow that to scar the memory that should be held of him. As in his last moment this side of the wheel, he acted as he wished to see all to be. Free.
He acted selfishly, as much as many of us wish he hadn't. He acted to save others, where they did not know if they had his strength to do so. In that alone, I can call him more than a friend. He will ever be remembered as the honoree Rivenshari. To have sought out choice and a clear fight to save freedom, one which cost him, and saved countless others.
I never had the chance to share this with him in life, may his soul finally find peace in its journey, he was plagued with far more than any here today might ever fully understand.
In fields of Petrichor, where dreams take flight,
A friend named Cillian found his heart's delight,
Under the Patron's watchful, guiding hand,
He danced with nature, in this blessed land.
In fields of Petrichor, his spirit soared,
With blossoms and butterflies, he'd never be ignored,
He wove a world where dreams and nature meet,
A tapestry of wonder, life complete.
Cillian, dear friend, in your heart's embrace,
The beauty of Petrichor, your sacred space,
You made the world bloom, with joy and grace,
In the garden of your soul, you found your place.
So let us cherish Cillian's boundless love,
A gift from the Patron, blessed from above,
In fields of Petrichor, where dreams take flight,
His legacy lives on, a beacon of light.
A loveable pain.
One who fought to keep all that knew of him and those close to him free. He fought to be free and dance, to take in the views provided to him in stride and to try to learn of what the world around him was to truly offer. Many of us know him for the butterflies he tended to, or of Petrichor's Lodge. He sought to find the finest of whiskies. And he sought to find love when he was ready to give up on it.
It was only recently where he was more vocal about that which marked him, scared his body and could possibly put him into a moment of harm's way when they came for him. Not many know this about him, and I will not allow that to scar the memory that should be held of him. As in his last moment this side of the wheel, he acted as he wished to see all to be. Free.
He acted selfishly, as much as many of us wish he hadn't. He acted to save others, where they did not know if they had his strength to do so. In that alone, I can call him more than a friend. He will ever be remembered as the honoree Rivenshari. To have sought out choice and a clear fight to save freedom, one which cost him, and saved countless others.
I never had the chance to share this with him in life, may his soul finally find peace in its journey, he was plagued with far more than any here today might ever fully understand.
In fields of Petrichor, where dreams take flight,
A friend named Cillian found his heart's delight,
Under the Patron's watchful, guiding hand,
He danced with nature, in this blessed land.
In fields of Petrichor, his spirit soared,
With blossoms and butterflies, he'd never be ignored,
He wove a world where dreams and nature meet,
A tapestry of wonder, life complete.
Cillian, dear friend, in your heart's embrace,
The beauty of Petrichor, your sacred space,
You made the world bloom, with joy and grace,
In the garden of your soul, you found your place.
So let us cherish Cillian's boundless love,
A gift from the Patron, blessed from above,
In fields of Petrichor, where dreams take flight,
His legacy lives on, a beacon of light.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 15, 2023, 1:07 p.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
there never seems to be the time we think there is in life. all we can do is make the most of the time we have
Written By Aconite
Oct. 15, 2023, 11:40 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
As news slowly trickles in about all that's happened I'm still not completely sure I can process it all. At least this time I did something though. I held it together enough to give the injured and fallen all of the strength I had left before returning the city. Somehow I managed to avoid the pain and grief again. Perhaps I am lucky, and I do not take this for granted. It means I can be here for the people I adore, for the people who did not escape pain and grief.
Thankfully I am supported by friends and family, new and old. I will not name names as there are others that should be in peoples hearts and minds right now.
Thank the Gods she's gone.
Thankfully I am supported by friends and family, new and old. I will not name names as there are others that should be in peoples hearts and minds right now.
Thank the Gods she's gone.
Written By Cufre
Oct. 15, 2023, 10 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Never look up. Never look up.
There were shouts of war. There were knives and even a sword or two.
And up above us, curving just to over the docks, was this color. Swirling sort of. Slipping. Like iridescite when you you turn it in your hand.
I lost two purses.
But what I saw later, called to the Mother's work, tangles of fallen. What I heard, wails from the wounded. Those never made it to Crows Lane.
There were shouts of war. There were knives and even a sword or two.
And up above us, curving just to over the docks, was this color. Swirling sort of. Slipping. Like iridescite when you you turn it in your hand.
I lost two purses.
But what I saw later, called to the Mother's work, tangles of fallen. What I heard, wails from the wounded. Those never made it to Crows Lane.
Written By Avita
Oct. 15, 2023, 9:40 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Dearest Diary,
... Are you new?
I don't believe I've bestowed my glorious words upon you before...
... No, I do believe I'd remember you.
No matter.
Did you know that in Ischia, we believe a life is lived thrice?
Oh, it's a funny little story, my dear, based -- of all things -- upon a traditional tea that we brew.
The first cup is gentle.
The second cup is strong.
The third cup is bitter.
I suppose my question is this: Which cup do we sup upon now?
There's more to the story, of course, there's always more. But, if you want to know the truth, you'd have to ask me nicely, darling.
Perhaps when I find myself sated, pleased with your method of asking, I might let you sip from -my- cup, darling.
Wouldn't that be a treat?
... Are you new?
I don't believe I've bestowed my glorious words upon you before...
... No, I do believe I'd remember you.
No matter.
Did you know that in Ischia, we believe a life is lived thrice?
Oh, it's a funny little story, my dear, based -- of all things -- upon a traditional tea that we brew.
The first cup is gentle.
The second cup is strong.
The third cup is bitter.
I suppose my question is this: Which cup do we sup upon now?
There's more to the story, of course, there's always more. But, if you want to know the truth, you'd have to ask me nicely, darling.
Perhaps when I find myself sated, pleased with your method of asking, I might let you sip from -my- cup, darling.
Wouldn't that be a treat?
Written By Avita
Oct. 15, 2023, 9:15 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
Yes. I do want that part written.
That, too. For posterity.
My husband has begun threatening me with forceful extractions from this place.
I know you're reading this, you spite-fueled twazzock.
You'll have to find me first!
If I go missing, darling, don't believe the letters.
He's done this to me.
Yes. I do want that part written.
That, too. For posterity.
My husband has begun threatening me with forceful extractions from this place.
I know you're reading this, you spite-fueled twazzock.
You'll have to find me first!
If I go missing, darling, don't believe the letters.
He's done this to me.
Written By Cillian
Oct. 15, 2023, 3:25 a.m.(1/5/1021 AR)
Today we go to stop a dangerous enemy, it is not him. But it will put a blow in his place if she should fall. But like anything it is dangerous, we all do not know what will happen and so I am writing this as my final wishes. That if something should happen to me, know that I lived my life to the best. That I have loved, hurt, and cried like all of you. But that you all will be dearly missed and I will see you again perhaps in another life or beyond.
My dear friend Lord Mattheu by now you should have gotten a missive, know that I entrust you with all that is special to me Please make sure they get to their right places.
Marquis-consort Cadern, what a ride it has been. I am lucky to have called you friend and brother-in-law. To you I leave what is most precious to me, Eilonwy please keep her safe you both need each other more now than ever.
Marquise Eilonwy. sister. I find this part the hardest, I don't know what to say as I stare at the paper. I was honored to be your brother and your sword. Remember "Strength from the Storm"
Lord Vitalis to you my dear friend I wish you to have my sword may it protect you always as well as my trusty friend Haldir.
Lord Ian to you a gift of a hair bead, that of the head of a wolf may the hunter always protect.
Lord Pasquale to you I give my back quiver may it bring you as much luck as it did me.
Lady Rosalid I promised you, the last we talked never again. You once saved my life, and now I have done the same, Meet with Cadern he has something for you.
Lady Ann to you I give waddles, good luck.
Archdutchess Jaenelle I do not know what an Archdutchess would want that I could offer, but this I will say. Thank you for the time we spent talking, sharing a drink, and enjoying one another's company.
Archduke Patrizio Much the same as the Archdutchess but I can say that I thank you for the times we spoke and shared a drink. For the serious times and the fun ones. But always remember, winter is the best and it always will be!
To the rest of those whom I called friends, there is so much more to do. I wish I could be there by your side to do it. Remember never let your freedom of choice be taken from you. Never let another make it for you, we all are who we are, and it is what we choose to do that makes our stories good or bad. Stay strong, work together.
If you wish for something to remember me by, seek out Marquis Cadern and Lord Mattheu they will have my belongings and can help you.
Always in your memories
Lord Cillian Blackwood
My dear friend Lord Mattheu by now you should have gotten a missive, know that I entrust you with all that is special to me Please make sure they get to their right places.
Marquis-consort Cadern, what a ride it has been. I am lucky to have called you friend and brother-in-law. To you I leave what is most precious to me, Eilonwy please keep her safe you both need each other more now than ever.
Marquise Eilonwy. sister. I find this part the hardest, I don't know what to say as I stare at the paper. I was honored to be your brother and your sword. Remember "Strength from the Storm"
Lord Vitalis to you my dear friend I wish you to have my sword may it protect you always as well as my trusty friend Haldir.
Lord Ian to you a gift of a hair bead, that of the head of a wolf may the hunter always protect.
Lord Pasquale to you I give my back quiver may it bring you as much luck as it did me.
Lady Rosalid I promised you, the last we talked never again. You once saved my life, and now I have done the same, Meet with Cadern he has something for you.
Lady Ann to you I give waddles, good luck.
Archdutchess Jaenelle I do not know what an Archdutchess would want that I could offer, but this I will say. Thank you for the time we spent talking, sharing a drink, and enjoying one another's company.
Archduke Patrizio Much the same as the Archdutchess but I can say that I thank you for the times we spoke and shared a drink. For the serious times and the fun ones. But always remember, winter is the best and it always will be!
To the rest of those whom I called friends, there is so much more to do. I wish I could be there by your side to do it. Remember never let your freedom of choice be taken from you. Never let another make it for you, we all are who we are, and it is what we choose to do that makes our stories good or bad. Stay strong, work together.
If you wish for something to remember me by, seek out Marquis Cadern and Lord Mattheu they will have my belongings and can help you.
Always in your memories
Lord Cillian Blackwood
Written By Raven
Oct. 15, 2023, 12:40 a.m.(1/5/1021 AR)
I won't turn my back but I don't know if I can keep following. Perhaps I should re-examine where I may best serve. Perhaps I should even start asking those I serve.
Written By Raven
Oct. 14, 2023, 11:27 p.m.(1/5/1021 AR)
I'm sorry Lord Cillian. You deserved better.
Written By Sen'azala
Oct. 14, 2023, 10:46 p.m.(1/5/1021 AR)
I didn't know it was possible for a place to feel this empty.
...No, that's it. I guess there's nothing left to write.
...No, that's it. I guess there's nothing left to write.
Written By Lys
Oct. 14, 2023, 10:11 p.m.(1/5/1021 AR)
I know the world does not revolve around me, but why is everything so heavy? Why do I feel cursed. All the laughter is gone. The colors of my world with it.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 14, 2023, 12:44 p.m.(1/4/1021 AR)
Final line of a message sent to several persons in Arx - Lady Eirene wished this portion inscribed in the Archives:
May the Gods be with us, may our blades stay sharp, may our healing hands stay deft... and may we give the fuckers the fight they will remember for the rest of their short sad painful lives.
May the Gods be with us, may our blades stay sharp, may our healing hands stay deft... and may we give the fuckers the fight they will remember for the rest of their short sad painful lives.
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