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on: June 23, 2020, 04:41:10 AM
I, Kaspar Silvetree, newly awakened to this strange and baffling City of Rings. My surroundings are strange and abstract, but  I hold something that is concrete for me, my bow. Perhaps it's not my bow, but something that was laid within my hand or given to me as I awoke. The mind remains foggy.

I've slowly integrated myself into Ring 99, among both the Tinkers and Peerage, but I must admit I find myself more attracted to the domain of the Peerage. Before I can join the ranks of the Peerage, I must acquire a certain amount of "groats". It is the currency of this area, and perhaps the entirety of the City of Rings. They are not entirely hard to acquire as I've seen numerous beggars, ratcatchers, mercenaries, and aristocrats have a bountiful collection. I admit, I would very hard for the amount I acquired, and since I acquired the groats I needed to make a decision.

Pebby, a halfling, suggested I join one of the various mercenary groups, but I was a soldier (I think I was at least). So joining a mercenary group did not seem to be a right fit for me. A soldier needs leadership and direction, I think. The various mercenary groups would not beyond my home, and I am okay with that.

Prospector Ashall suggested I join the Prospectors, and to be honest that sounded frightening. A rogues gallery of men and women trudging through seams in to the great beyond of the planes, and being afflicted by a sickness that drives you mad. Yes, it soundly completely mad to me, but I appreciated the direction from Ashall. He suggested I join one of the various Houses of the Peerage when I spoke with him about the history, I remembered. Before I spoke with Ashall, I was doing my own exploration of the Houses of the peerage.

House Sunpurse, my heart goes out to them, and the houses losses. Unfortunately, to have your leadership die every 35 years of age, and to have it happen nine times in a row is beyond ridiculous to me. Granted they were my second house of choice, but they lacked an identifiable direction or leadership. In all likelihood the child is dead, and he does not need to live with a countdown.

House Glitt, you've cobbled together an assortment of would-be do-gooders, but without any direction how are you supposed to do any good within the Peerage. House Glitt likely has very brave men and women among their ranks, but they would be as good as dead without any leadership or direction. The only glory or honor House Glitt will find is in death outside of that its in the bottle.

House Velstra, a house of gluttons that will consume until there is nothing more then to consume themselves. Lord Norbert's depravity knows no bounds, and people willingly applaud and serve bloated pig. I wonder what spell or dark deal he made because it makes little sense to me. I admit his banquet did smell delicious, but that is about it.

House Nephezar, I find myself freaked out by the taking and testing of blood. It sends a shiver down my spine, and the belief of having a bloodline connected to divine beings is altogether mad. Also, their helms are just very off putting. These two things I focused on more then their leadership. I completely don't understand them, and don't want too.

This all lead me to House Orza, to which Ashall to me to stay far away from these devil worshiping assholes, and this was after I had already sought their approval for joining. I don't necessarily share their aggressive sensibilities, but they do have a leader that has a clear vision of leadership.  I see many of the members as competent and ambitious, and this is something I can learn to become underneath them.

I joined House Orza as a Retainer, and I know I will have to be very careful from now on. As Ashall said, "They will sacrifice you to their devil if they sense any weakness." I don't know how much truth there is behind that statement, but I do know, I don't trust the Blacktongue. Wearing the standard of the black and orange is strange, and the armor needs some wearing to fit properly, but I look forward to representing House Orza. At least until it gets me killed... or worse.


 



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on: June 23, 2020, 09:32:51 AM
A few droplets of blood cover the pages of this entry.

House Orza is essentially hated by everyone, fine then I'll learn to live with it. Instead of glorious battles with my bow behind the line I'll remain, what's the word the rest of Retainers call me, I'll remain "FODDER".

I don't understand it really, you get your ass beat, and then  you see someone wearing the same colors then blindside them because your pissed off you didn't win the King's Offerings.  Insult to injury, barely any time goes by and you win the  next King's Offering as in, "Good job on your ambush here's another prize." Essentially starting a needless conflict that is going to end up with more people dead then alive. I'm not really interested the bloodshed, but for fuck-sake so respect where respect is do. You attacked me out of your own weakness and cowardice, like a depraved and starving dog nipping at the heals of greater beasts. Then you dig your heels in as some false champion of the Tickers, and once again beat me as an unarmed man. You took every bit of pride from me, along with a few teeth, but I swear by every dark god, demon, devil, and beast, I'll send the Copper Torq and all to the depths of hell. All looked as a man was beaten unjustly... I had no idea the other Retainers did what they did. I only ever saw the Bear and Knife.

I had hopes that out of all of the Retainers of House Orza, I could be someone that could work with any and all. Be you a Ticker or a Peer. Many of the people I met of the Square were nice and good people, but to hell with them.  I guess people are willing to trust the grossly depressed, angel cultist, drunken house, and gluttonous pigs of the other Houses over a House Orza who actually has a vision of rule. 

I suppose this why they are given the scraps of the King's table because if I ever meet the King, I'll put an arrow in his head.

I have so much anger and rage, and nothing more then bloodshed will come of it. Better to get these thoughts on paper least they fester.

I know when I wake up tomorrow, I will still be in this nightmare, but at least I can escape to my dreams.



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on: June 24, 2020, 05:06:31 PM
What can I write about the Peerage that I haven't already written. I can write about the vacancy, or the general emptiness of the Peerage. It appears many of the people calling the Peerage their home shelter themselves within the buildings of the Houses, Casino, or Archives (the Archives are hardly ever visited, but I thought to mention it). The atmosphere is more of a general tension and weariness which I am not accustomed too, or am I, what was I accustomed too. Regardless, the Peerage at times feels lonely. It is definitely vacant of merchants, the Peerage could use much more merchants in the area. The occasional conversation is welcomed, but I am less and less warm to those I meet. The shame and guilt I carry at this time is immense, and I question my place within the House. It is hard to not hear the nickname of Fodder in the quiet moments.   

As I heal, I complete simple duties about the Peerage through routine patrols. The air is refreshing, although I hate how often it rains here which causes my joints to hurt even more. My eyes are blood red, my body and face are swollen and bruised, a rib or two may be broken, and I've lost a few teeth. I never was an attractive man, but the beating did nothing to improve my comeliness.

Am I still angry, yes. I still have anger for the Copper Twits, especially the one that beat without mercy because she lost to Blacktongue. She knew she couldn't beat him, the Bear, or the Knife on her own so she found Fodder.  In all likelihood she may have walked into the Peerage and... what am I saying she would be completely foolish to come to Peerage to attack a random guard. I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she took advantage of circumstances. I did see her run away from the group, and I had a feeling something wasn't right but I shook that feeling away. Now I wish I would have returned to the group for my own safety, but I was so close to the Peerage, I felt safe.

Do I feel weaker now, not necessarily, this showed me the true colors of the Copper Twits and demonstrated the lengths to which the Blacktongue, Bear, and Knife will go to protect the perception of House Orza is not to be trifled with. Bear said the Blacktongue went to great lengths to protect my honor, but it is hard for me to believe the Blacktongue does anything that is not self serving. He is a viper, when angered he bites releasing his poison for his target to suffer greatly, but he is calculating and tactical lying in wait to strike with precision and damage. I shouldn't pretend to understand what goes on in the mind of that one, but I know he is certainly not to be trifled with and I will have to /do better/.



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on: June 27, 2020, 03:20:21 PM
News has reached me that the Copper Twit that beat me mercilessly is dead, and I am a bit conflicted to hear the news. There is a part of me that wishes to have brought justice to the one that wounded me so deeply, but there is also the part of me that feels happy that she is one less worry to have. I have no doubts that I will be suspected of killing her, and no amount of statements or alibis will convince the Tickers or Copper Twits otherwise. There is a certain “guilty by association” view on those that would service House Orza. Whilst I do not pretend to understand this view point, I am baffled by how ingrained this view is within the masses.

Perhaps not all of House Orza’s Retainers have shared Lord Orza’s vision for the future, and actions of dishonor have besmirched our leader’s name. I am also new to serve Lord Orza, and I may be unlearned in the numerous maleficence of House Orza and its Retainers may have committed in the past, although he was doing such actions in the services of the House Lords, right? I will continue to learn more of House Orza in my service this much is true.

A few things I have learned:
1. House Nephezar and its Retainers are bonkers. I believe this even more now then I did in the past. Since stumbling into the prison of Harad, I can’t imagine why any reasonable human being would dabble in such forces. It boggles the mind that they would play with forces unknown.
2. Gambling is an expensive pastime, and it is even worse when playing with beautiful women. They were far too distracting, and I was betting far beyond my means. It was fun though.
3. People will fight anyone at any time, and have no qualms in killing a person outright.
4. House Orza Retainers will often be over charged for items by merchants.
5. Blacktongue threatened to kill a person if they attempted to sell any alchemy regents to anyone else. I sincerely believe he would too.
6. The little brat by House Glitt was missing, perhaps some finally drowned the little shit?
7. Puzzles are somewhat fun.
8. Don’t ask questions you really don’t want the answers to.

My eyes are still red around the iris, but are not as inflamed as before, and the bruises are turning a shade of yellow suggesting healing. My ribs are still very tender, and I have to keep them wrapped tightly. I think I will need to make myself some gold teeth to fill in the missing ones. I’m looking forward to getting back into more adventuring deeds to earn some supplies and groat. Eddie practically cleaned me out of all my groat, fucking cheater.



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on: June 30, 2020, 04:56:21 PM
Strange how one forgets to record their thoughts, memories, or ideas in a journal, but over the past few days a great many things have happened. I've lost every one of the King's Feast battles, even ones I didn't expect to participate in, but due to being attacked first I joined. I'm seeing them as more as a waste of resources, but are still fun to participate in. Occasionally there is a few scraps tossed aside that I collect, but this is a rarity.

I see less and less of my fellow Retainers, but this is to be expected as I come to learn bits and pieces of who they are. The Blacktongue will always see others as beneath him regardless of their station, rank, or title, but I can admit that one so powerful is aught to do. The Bear is something unusual to me, and do to a recent discussion between the Blacktongue and the Bear, I find there is willingness bend loyalties. The Bear is quick to remind me what was done for me, but it is nothing I requested or asked to be done. Simple put, they did nothing for me, and their actions are purely self serving to present a force of domination. The Knife, I know absolutely nothing about, and feel I'm merely one step away from being another falling to his blade.

I have made my way all the way out to Ring 95 with the help of several companions that know what they are doing. We fought many hordes of various beasts and beings all fell beneath our blades, arrows, and spellfire. There were some forces that were stronger then most, and these forces did not appreciate an archer shooting them from afar. Needless to say I became their sole target, and I was quickly dispatched. Despite everything that happened on our trip into the Rings, I was happy to be around fellow adventurers, and felt that they stopped seeing me as just another Orzan.  I would to call my fellow adventurers, friends. If only it were that simple.   
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on: July 01, 2020, 06:47:41 PM
How much pain and suffering has House Orza’s Retainers wrought upon the denizens of the Ticker Square, Burgage, and the Ponds to fill their hearts and mouths with such venom that they would immediately snuff out the life of someone they never met. What vile atrocities the House Orza has committed against the people is unknown to me, and yet I am scorned and gazed upon as though I was the vile villain that single handedly once stole, tortured, or killed their brethren. I do not pretend to be ignorant, but I am simply that. I am a newborn in this strange world with no memories of my past, but feelings, strong powerful feelings that show me I am doing right. Each day I am confronted by the venom of those that would testify as witnesses to crimes that are not my own just to see stretched at the neck until dead. With each bite of the vipers teeth, I feel their poison seeping into me, and I hate them for it. They will speak of how House Orza is evil and criminals, but are we not how they have shaped us to be in their minds? We are a reflection of their own thoughts and feelings, and if they want us to be that, or if they want me to be that then they are only succeeding in driving away whatever hope I have left.

The other night I was attempting to track down a man that has been impersonating being a Retainer of House Orza, and was set upon by a number of Pondfolk, mainly elves, who wanted nothing more then to murder me. One hopped from foot to foot in wild excitement at the aspect of slitting my throat from ear to ear. While others in unison berated and scorned me, and the House I serve as though I was Lord Orza himself. I became so overwhelmed that I welcomed the idea of death because who would want to be in a world where everyone hates you. I shouted for them to kill me. Yes, please release from the world. I heard two things that struck me as even more confusing, “You wear the colors, you bear the crimes,” and “Perhaps you serve the wrong house?”

“You wear the colors, you bear the crimes” - Is House Orza a household of criminals? I don’t know, I have not sat down with any of the family members to discuss what may or may not have happened in the past or present. I do know House Orza is a place for soldiers, and I am a soldier. Do I suspect my fellow retainers less beholden to moral dilemmas of right and wrong, absolutely! One is known as a Blacktongue and is a practicing Warlock, one is a practicing assassin for House Orza, and the other is a large brute willing to cut down anything in his way. Each one is an individual as much as I am, but I will not be held to the crimes they have committed. Will I defend them if they are attacked by people wanting to hold them accountable for their crimes, absolutely. I am first and foremost a soldier of House Orza, and will act in accordance to my oaths and protect my brethren. I do wish people would see I am not the colors of the house, but if they continue as they are then there is no doubt I will see through House Orza colored lenses.

“Perhaps you serve the wrong house, Edan?” - First, I must figure out what Edan means. Gods help me if it means Fodder. I researched each house, and I’ve written about this before. I saw the other houses lacking their needs for soldiers. House Sunpurse seems to need healers to mend the hearts and minds of its followers. House Glitt seems to need leaders that are willing to lead a family that doesn’t want to lead itself. House Velestra, I honestly don’t know what they want other second, third, and fourth meals. They are all a bunch of gluttonous and indulgent basterds, literally. House Nephezar, I firmly believe is a cult waiting to implode on itself. I have met many Retainers that have challenged my views, and I am thankful for that. I am certain I chose the right house to represent. Do I think I can have a long and meaningful change in House Orza, perhaps.

Although with each interaction I have with the people here in this new world, and in these colors of a household I chose to represent I feel my views changing….   



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on: July 10, 2020, 02:06:50 AM
Where do I start? So much has occurred since I last recorded my thoughts to gleam understanding of this place. A wedding was had among the Peerage where many joyous revelries were had, and some very uncouth mistakes. I was unable to attend because I was nursing a wound to my knee, but it’s much better now. This all matters little considering the outcome of the Wedding.
Ticker Square, once within the suffocating grip of the Copper Torcs is now released to breath once again, but for how long. A united front from the Peerage led to the downfall of the Copper Torcs and it’s leaders in a grand spectacle of might and power. I am happy to once again move about the populace of Ticker Square in uniform without blatant slandering or fear of reprisal for some ancient deed done to some ancestor’s house, family, farmland, or whatever excuse one would make to attack another person. Hardly anyone needs an excuse to attack me; they merely see my uniform and bow, and think, “Easy target.” I would say they are correct especially when you are ambushed.

Again, I dwell on pains of the past as if to find some answers within, and yet nothing.

While out on patrol, I met Beauxregard, formerly of House Velstra.. As it appears he has lost his reputation and standing within the house, and has chosen a self exile of sorts by dedicating his life to hunting down those beings that lurk in the dark. We spoke for a long while on the docks, initially small talk, but the conversation evolved into something rather intelligently thought out.  He made enough of an impression upon me that I would dare call him a friend. I told him, “You are as much as an Awakened as am I.” We are both merely trying to find -our- way in this world while others seek to bend or break us. To look at our jailers and executioners to say, “Yes, I see. You were always right,” right before pulling the lever to hear a neck crack.

I do wish Beauxregard the very best. He has taken up a dangerous life which is often short lived but exciting. 
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on: July 11, 2020, 03:26:50 PM
Wizards, Witches, Warlocks, and Sorcerers are by far the most frightening individuals I have come to know in this strange place. While I consider myself an intelligent man with as I recall a formal education I see their minds work in vastly different ways then mine.

I watched an unusual sight that bewildered me, and left me in awe. The Blacktongue and the Pale Sorceress spoke to one another in ways that baffled me. If I was to describe it, it would be akin to two vipers engaging in a mating dance. Neither of the vipers truly want to engage in an act, but are forced to in order to maintain the survival of the species. They sway back and forth fainting venomous bites, and hiss quietly at one another before coming to a parley where both vipers are content. Each viper respects the other, but the process is not to cultivate young, but to aspire to greater strength and dominance. If given the chance, I have no doubt that both the Blacktongue and Pale Sorceress would consume their young if it meant more power. Still it was a brilliant and fascinating interaction to watch. I was attempting to excuse myself to depart when the Blacktongue requested I join him, since we were both heading to the Burgage.

I was able to purchase a few artifacts of the royal court of the past, and stand guard as the Blacktongue set up his own shop. The many baubles and trinkets the Blacktongue had were grotesquely fascinating. One item particularly drew my attention, a helm or mask that appeared to be a living creature that wriggled and writhed just out of the corner of my eye. I found it increasingly disturbing the Blacktongue would even place the item up for sale.

When the attraction of the Blacktongue’s wares died down he requested I speak to him about myself. Honestly, the less the Blacktongue knows about me the better, I think. I don’t assume, or perhaps I do, but I don’t find the Blacktongue to be a conversationalist. As dumbfounded as I was by the Blacktongue’s request I spoke briefly of my experiences here in this new place, and how I am trying to adjust and adapt to my new surroundings. Needless to say, the Blacktongue barely even uttered a phrased or an encouraging nod. It was as if the act of participating in a conversation where he was not manipulating, scheming, frightening, or intimidating was completely alien to him.

One thing did strike me, and that is when I spoke about the constant turmoil of the Peerage and Ward. It appears that everyone is out to kill you for something you did, or is constantly looking for a reason to justify their murderous rage. When I write it now, it seems a bit more dramatic where I spoke I simplified it. The Blacktongue replied that he finds the constant turmoil of the Peerage and the Ward “comforting”. I saw amusement on the face of the Blacktongue as a seemingly foreign thought has blinked itself into existence within his mind. The Blacktongue thanked me for effectively passing the time, and provided me with a bit of compensation.

I was again genuinely frightened of him, and I feared I had unlocked some doorway within his own mind that was previously shut. I can’t say what will come of this but I fear it will be nothing good.

I hope he never finds this because I fear he would send a fiend or himself to visit me in my sleep. I should be careful what I write in the future.