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Written By Leta

Jan. 19, 2019, 5:28 p.m.(5/22/1010 AR)

<Wine stains.>

Not much is going on with me.

I put on my armor today. It still mostly fits, maybe a little tighter around the middle than it needs to be but not so as to bother me too much. Not that I expect I'll be fighting any time soon, but you never know. These are strange days and I don't rightly know what to think about all that's happened of late.

Lagoma forgive me, but I'm tired of things changing. I feel like a lump of wood or something, sometimes, just getting dragged down a river wherever it's going. Or not even that. But I suppose a log of wood's got some use. You can burn it for fuel and warmth. I reckon maybe I got some use too, in the end, if that's what it takes.

I hate this time of year.

Written By Amund

Jan. 19, 2019, 2:30 p.m.(5/22/1010 AR)

Only in this city will a blood sorcerer who aims to do human sacrifice will be hailed as a flawless hero. He may be heroic, but those are some glaring flaws.

Written By Harper

Jan. 19, 2019, 12:06 p.m.(5/22/1010 AR)

Never been to an assembly before. Not sure if they're all like that, but if so, then that was kinda amazing and more than a little overwhelming.

And the commoner benches were the place to be this time, at least. Got to talk to good friends and family. Got to eat candy. Got to meet a legend. Got to see another legend. Got to see another person I've met be raised up to a queen in the span of a few minutes. And to top it all off, the visitors were real interesting too. Though that guy that kept dropping black sand and giving the Inquisitors fits at sweeping it all up was pretty creepy.

Wouldn't have missed it, cause it was quite the show. But for all that, nothing there really changed my mind on things.

Written By Lou

Jan. 19, 2019, 11:50 a.m.(5/22/1010 AR)

Now that I've had some time to digest the events of the Assembly that occurred this past week, I can't help but point out something and make it very, very clear:

Several months ago, the Compact came together to fight hard against the yoke of having our freedoms and our names taken away from us, and to ensure that we do not become enslaved by one of the forces of darkness. We won that battle. I sincerely hope that we did not win that battle only to give any kind of serious credence to the offers that are being passed around now that involves become enslaved to yet another, no matter what kind of 'light' they are offering.

I did not fight for the freedom of all within the Compact and Arvum only to be enslaved by another. I will continue to fight for freedom what ever choice is made, for that is my choice, for all of us.

Written By Sparte

Jan. 19, 2019, 10:57 a.m.(5/22/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

Please do not imply Thrax would hold the rest of the compact hostage over such a decision.

Written By Edward

Jan. 19, 2019, 10:15 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Ajax

I suspect you will have a lot of business very soon.

Written By Gwenna

Jan. 19, 2019, 9:23 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Helena

My cousin, Princess Helena, has recorded a poem from one of her readings here that gave me pause, like I could almost see the images and feel the grief anew. With construction underway for our new library, it is my hope we might find someone to put those words to art so it can find a place of distinction there. Unless, of course, I might convince her to allow us to frame her original writing of it instead.

Written By Perronne

Jan. 19, 2019, 8:52 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

<OOC: There are many splotches of ink on this entry, as if the pen was left to rest in place for long periods of time.>

Treaties and hospitality, fine.

Coinage, I think.
Roads, unless we really count that as a subset of hospitality.
Building a public building together.
Taxes, weirdly enough, I think. Fair and equitable.
A sack of flour unweighed.
A statement of obscure fact by a Scholar?
A priest.
Something that represents the command structure of a military unit?
A map (or is that just transmission of knowledge by another name?)
A pie or a potion made by an apothecary, consumed without hesitation.
A letter of credit or some other representation of a bank.

Eleven, yes? But are they all truly distinct, or merely variations on a theme? I must do more thinking on this!

Written By Shard

Jan. 19, 2019, 4:34 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

Safety always comes at a price. Usually that price is freedom; yours, or someone else's, or both. The trick, I guess, is figuring out just how much you're willing to give up in exchange for being safe. Or, at least, feeling safe, because the truth is no one is ever entirely safe, no matter how much they sacrifice. That's not how the world is. That's not how life is. After all, if you decide to lock yourself up in a stone cage your whole life, you're only safe so long as the cage stays intact. You're only taken care of until your caretakers are gone. And if things break, then what? Then what will you do?

Almost everyone gives up a little freedom. We make rules. We make compromises to get along. Some peoples make more rules than others, but almost everyone has some kind of line, some limit, somewhere, even if they run off into the woods to live entirely alone. It's a matter of who decides where the line is. Who sets the limits. Who determines the cost.

The Compact needs change. It can't keep going exactly the way it has, not forever. There are things out there that are coming to break your walls down. Either you're going to find another wall to hide behind, and damn the cost, or you're going to learn how to truly stand on your own feet and fight back.

And damn the cost.

Written By Orrin

Jan. 19, 2019, 4:12 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

These are curious times, when the sum of one day's events is so large as to thoroughly obliterate memory of the day prior. I might have thought a vision momentous one day, but it is overtaken the next by the threat of subjugation of the Compact entire. I fear what monstrous deed or news will come tomorrow and bid me forget that.

Written By Soren

Jan. 19, 2019, 3:22 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

I don't look forward to much. Never have. One day after the next, one foot in front of the other.

Have to admit though, after all the fun news, I'll be interested in watching the world burn down around our heads.

Optimism is for assholes and nobility.

Written By Ajax

Jan. 19, 2019, 2:49 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Kanean

A kid, a good kid. He reminds me a lot of a younger me and I hate that. But none the less, maybe, just maybe. I can help him avoid some of my mistakes.

Written By Ysbail

Jan. 19, 2019, 2:33 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

I have no words for the events of the Assembly, nor the fact that it seemed to have more twists than one of those trashy novels you can find at the gilded page in the fiction section.

Just looking at the eye of the Prophet however made me queasy, I glanced long enough to get a good look at all the inverted symbols of the pantheon, but afterword this sense of nausea hit me, and while not quite overpowering it was enough to put me off the whole rest of the event.

Written By Domonico

Jan. 19, 2019, 2:23 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

People may debate the options available to us and there are merits to all of them but the cost may be too high.

In short. I believe we can following the suggestion of Ashe and stand strong together as a Compact. The only way that accepted Brass's offer and have the Thraxian's agree would be with the help of the rest of the Compact to help them weather the economic upheaval.

Written By Lys

Jan. 19, 2019, 2:09 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Theo

Don't worry dearest husband! You're much too large for Bower to impale. However... your eyes do somewhat look like grapes...

Written By Lys

Jan. 19, 2019, 2:09 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Audric

My dearest cousin still gives me the best presents. Bower is the most darling little bird you will ever see. And soon she will have her own tiny knife to dangle from her little talons. So sweet, so happy to impale grapes.

Written By Valdemar

Jan. 19, 2019, 1:09 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

I believe we should be wary of anyone making demands of us, even if the demands themselves seem benevolent enough. One demand can easily lead to another once you give in.

Written By Mina

Jan. 19, 2019, 12:28 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

It's been a stressful day after a night of no sleep. The insanity that was the Assembly of Peers left me with a feeling of dread that I can't really shake. Every shadow I see is a Cardian or Empiral agent that wants to snatch me up and take me away...I hate it. I hope the King can sort through this and make me feel safe again.

Written By Helena

Jan. 18, 2019, 10:53 p.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

I read this last week at my little poetry reading, but after last night's events, and Ashe's reminding us to remember, I thought I would write it here, as well. Thank you to all of those who remember and who have joined in the symbolic wearing of copper. Thank you to Prince Lorenzo for the idea and to those such as Dame Ida, Captain Evaristo, and our Legendary Tailor Petal, for ensuring that all of us can carry a little bit of copper-hued hope with us at all times.

The Day that Copper Fell

Somewhere, a clock stops ticking; quiet is its mourning song
Somewhere, murmurs a lament from lips silent everlong

Somewhere, shakes the ground below a temple black of stone
Somewhere, waits a paramour, feeling evermore alone

Somewhere, shatters a glass-wrought city, shards strewn far apart
Somewhere, stills for breathless moments a forever-beating heart

Somewhere, a castle from another “when” arrives in our “today”
Somewhere, a spark of brightest light bears part of the Dream away

Everywhere, hearts are broken, and one day, tales we will tell
of where we were, and who we were, the day that Copper fell.

Written By Delilah

Jan. 18, 2019, 10:35 p.m.(5/21/1010 AR)

It was beautiful for the season it lasted, and I am grateful.

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