Written By Dianna
March 31, 2020, 12:46 a.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
I am moved deeply by the great number of attendees at the question-and-answer session I held at Tehom's Shrine.
Moved, as well, by the thoughtfulness of the questions, by the respectfulness of the attendees and grateful beyond measure that my dear friend, Rysen, found himself well enough to travel across the city to attend - along with Rukhnis and his pregnant wife.
There are so very many emotions roiling inside me - as many as when I returned home from the rescue. But, as opposed to then, when I was so frustrated, hurt, angry and torn by all we had seen, I find myself overjoyed, desperate to embrace all whom I love and assure them that I do, in fact, so deeply value them.
Such are the effects of darkness, should we face their Truths.
And it is Vayne's patience that has so often allowed me to see, without fear, all that I feel and think.
Forever, I am indebted to the Archlector of Tehom. For, if I am and share but an ounce of good, it would remain tainted without his ever-embracing and understanding mind and heart and soul, allowing me to so deeply and profoundly self-reflect -- and turn what is dark within myself back over to Tehom, or make of it, somehow in what seems a magical way, a bright and vibrant thing of light.
Love of oneself - and of others - is surely one of life's greatest, most powerful mysteries of Truth and Wonder.
Moved, as well, by the thoughtfulness of the questions, by the respectfulness of the attendees and grateful beyond measure that my dear friend, Rysen, found himself well enough to travel across the city to attend - along with Rukhnis and his pregnant wife.
There are so very many emotions roiling inside me - as many as when I returned home from the rescue. But, as opposed to then, when I was so frustrated, hurt, angry and torn by all we had seen, I find myself overjoyed, desperate to embrace all whom I love and assure them that I do, in fact, so deeply value them.
Such are the effects of darkness, should we face their Truths.
And it is Vayne's patience that has so often allowed me to see, without fear, all that I feel and think.
Forever, I am indebted to the Archlector of Tehom. For, if I am and share but an ounce of good, it would remain tainted without his ever-embracing and understanding mind and heart and soul, allowing me to so deeply and profoundly self-reflect -- and turn what is dark within myself back over to Tehom, or make of it, somehow in what seems a magical way, a bright and vibrant thing of light.
Love of oneself - and of others - is surely one of life's greatest, most powerful mysteries of Truth and Wonder.
Written By Valencia
March 31, 2020, midnight(1/10/1013 AR)
Some things, no matter how hard, are just worth fighting for.
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Written By Raja
March 30, 2020, 11:47 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
What am I?
Written By Preston
March 30, 2020, 7:53 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
What's the difference between a Templar and an ordinary person? One step.
When things are easy, any man can step forward in support of a righteous cause.
It is when things are hard, when things are bleak, when the weight of a thousand other obligations weigh upon the mind of people? When the innocent are threatened, but you are few against a force of many? That is when it matters. That you take that one step forward, when all others want to move back. One step towards the righteous cause. It is not about foolhardiness - when the Templar acts he should know all, he should step forward knowing the weight of what he does and its implications. And as those final prayers before battle slip from his lips, they should not be for life, but instead for honour. So we might walk into the Shining Lands, our heads unbowed.
There are many who do this anyway, who are not Templars. Those who honour Gloria with their deeds, and whose memories and acts we worship in the Shrine. But it is true too of the Templars, and the Faith Militant, because it is our duty.
When things are easy, any man can step forward in support of a righteous cause.
It is when things are hard, when things are bleak, when the weight of a thousand other obligations weigh upon the mind of people? When the innocent are threatened, but you are few against a force of many? That is when it matters. That you take that one step forward, when all others want to move back. One step towards the righteous cause. It is not about foolhardiness - when the Templar acts he should know all, he should step forward knowing the weight of what he does and its implications. And as those final prayers before battle slip from his lips, they should not be for life, but instead for honour. So we might walk into the Shining Lands, our heads unbowed.
There are many who do this anyway, who are not Templars. Those who honour Gloria with their deeds, and whose memories and acts we worship in the Shrine. But it is true too of the Templars, and the Faith Militant, because it is our duty.
Written By Nurie
March 30, 2020, 7:49 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
My heart is heavy, the world a little less bright. Perhaps with time the weight will seem comforting, like the blanket of snow that covers the dormant roots until the warmth of spring calls new shoots and leaves forward.
Written By Tanith
March 30, 2020, 7:32 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
That was the best chocolate cake I've ever made.
So of course I lose the recipe.
-Fuck-.
So of course I lose the recipe.
-Fuck-.
Written By Tanith
March 30, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Tanith. Don't write in your blacks while you're drunk. Sure it's just between you and the Gods but honestly. -Honestly-. The gods already know you're a sap. Mangata's marbles, woman. That will never go away.
Written By Selene
March 30, 2020, 5:39 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
I have not nearly enough messages in my hands this week. If you seek a correspondent over any topic at all, do send me word.
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 5 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Sweet coffee. Delicious... Delicious... life giving juice of the seeds of an otherwise nasty sort of berry. Caretaker of sanity, the hand that holds the hearts of millions and caresses their cheeks.
Coffee doesn't judge. No. Even if you taint it with various flavors or creamers. It still loves you. Still forgives. Perhaps coffee is the divine force that grants the energy to go on, serenity, warmth, hope. Wonders untold in a sip far more requested of than mere, pathetic water. A mutual gift of all gods to mortals. To show they love us.
Marry me, Coffee. I shall be forever true.
Coffee doesn't judge. No. Even if you taint it with various flavors or creamers. It still loves you. Still forgives. Perhaps coffee is the divine force that grants the energy to go on, serenity, warmth, hope. Wonders untold in a sip far more requested of than mere, pathetic water. A mutual gift of all gods to mortals. To show they love us.
Marry me, Coffee. I shall be forever true.
Written By Cadern
March 30, 2020, 3:36 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Lady Mikani brings up an excellent point. One cannot remark highly enough about Princess Valencia. This is an excellent team to join!
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 3:33 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
To be part of that choice that swayed the course of a life, I am humbled.
Written By Mikani
March 30, 2020, 3:15 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Team Princess Valencia. All the way!
Written By Bliss
March 30, 2020, 2:57 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
After Everard, you'd think I would know that noble is a title and not a descriptor. So many who claim to be simply aren't. At least we can use them as examples.
Written By Adalyn
March 30, 2020, 2:05 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Day 3? 4? of watching the little Laurent heir (I've lost count): I thought proposing a hiding game was a genius idea on my part. It would require stillness and a few moments of blessed quiet. How was I to know this child is an expert hider? I tore the house apart looking for him in every hiding spot I could think of and when I finally announced that I gave up and called for him to come out, there was nothing. Stillness. No Eadric to be found. I nearly called the guards, thinking he must have wandered off, or worse, been abducted. I was sure of it! Just as I was growing frantic, he appeared from gods-know-where with a delighted giggle, triumphantly declaring that he had won. He refuses to tell me where he was hiding that whole time.
No more hiding games. Gods help me. Is the week over yet?
Duke Cristoph, Duchess Nicia, if you're reading this, it's fine. We're fine.
No more hiding games. Gods help me. Is the week over yet?
Duke Cristoph, Duchess Nicia, if you're reading this, it's fine. We're fine.
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 1:20 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Ever I bask in the glory of the dawn, your music my greatest treasure.
Written By Strozza
March 30, 2020, 12:37 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Unfortunate.
Though at the end of our association there were differences - I am sorry to see a life end.
Be well in the Shining Lands.
Perhaps there can be reconciliation there.
Though at the end of our association there were differences - I am sorry to see a life end.
Be well in the Shining Lands.
Perhaps there can be reconciliation there.
Written By Brianna
March 30, 2020, 11:56 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Thank you to the brave souls who came to find us. We owe you a debt that can never be repaid.
Written By Miranda
March 30, 2020, 11:30 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
My dear friend, Arcadia...
I miss your wit and laughter, even your cranky demeanor.
Mostly, I miss the person who, like me, was fearless in the face of living life as it came.
I wish we had the chance to go diving for treasure just one more time...
But I'll continue to live and think of you on my adventures.
I miss your wit and laughter, even your cranky demeanor.
Mostly, I miss the person who, like me, was fearless in the face of living life as it came.
I wish we had the chance to go diving for treasure just one more time...
But I'll continue to live and think of you on my adventures.
Written By Svana
March 30, 2020, 10:18 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
There is to be no happiness in my future. I am thinking of leaving the city.
Written By Mabelle
March 30, 2020, 10:02 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)
Time to visit Artshall again.
I find myself frequenting home too often, but with purpose. I long to see how the new tribes have settled and more than anything, I'm in search of the perfect place for my new project: right in the center of the city with fertile ground beneath it.
I cannot wait to honour the memory of my mother and offer more to the people of Artshall.
I find myself frequenting home too often, but with purpose. I long to see how the new tribes have settled and more than anything, I'm in search of the perfect place for my new project: right in the center of the city with fertile ground beneath it.
I cannot wait to honour the memory of my mother and offer more to the people of Artshall.
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