My battle ends

With so many possibilities visible to you, I'm sure that you can see the possibility that he will succeed.

Thank you for your concern, Wormwood.

From what I understand, the incident with Dominic has already been looked into, Squire Piper. My only advice to him is simple, and that is to remember a phrase of the northmen that we often use, when we have erred.

"I recognise my failing and will be sure to correct it"

We all make mistakes, we're all learning, like Lord Tartaros said. That is what living is about.

In a way, I envy you, Dominic Strong. You can choose to set down the sword. Some cannot, for reasons of destiny or wyrd. I only ask that if this is what you intend, you should fully understand the consequences of it. We are forged, like swords, and the impulse to fight is not an easy one to put aside.

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Kanas, bite your tongue! You are still a "pup" yourself!

I know well that Dominic has been fighting for Travance much longer than you have both as a soldier and a witch hunter, so I am sure he is far more aware of how the "meat tastes" than you do!

If Dominic so chooses to take up a vow of passivity, let him be!

Kanas.
My fiance is right in this matter. You and I are talking the next moon you are in town.
This is not an order coming from me as a squire.
This is not a request.
We are talking Selendrian to Selendrian.

-Caelvan Renaith

Lord Tartaros,

Unlike him, however, I know when to bite my tongue, even if it means biting it clear off.

This must be what true subordinance feels like.

-Ava

I for one think his decision is a breath of fresh air that some in Travance may need.
Too many people kill first and ask questions later.
Maybe some could benefit from Dominic's new set of morals. Maybe there would be a little less bloodshed.

Signed,

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Caelvan and Keavy,

Did I say I was against Dominic? Did I say that his decision is wrong? No, I said that if you don't know his plight, you have no right to disapprove of his decisions. That's what it means.
I am a pup. I am unexperienced and I have known that for a long time. But for you to go and pick me up by the nape of my neck for expressing my own opinion, then this has confirmed something very important.
I look forward to the day where my words are not hopelessly turned against me.

-Kanas

I am wondering why this hath drawn so much comment? Dominic hath announced that he is taking stock of himself and re-purposing his life. That is no one's business but his own. He is announcing such to explain to others what they may observe in his actions. He doth not need anyone's approval for a decision within the bounds of Law.

Dominic, we hath spoken of thine situation and reading the rest of the missives here I see we barely scratched the surface. I willst be honored to speak with thee at length again, perhaps some measure of solace I canst help thee achieve.

Dominic,

As one who has long walked a path of no killing and controlled violence, I would be happy to talk with you about how I have focused my efforts in supporting battles in that way. Seek me out at the next feast, if this would interest you.

Also, should times get tough for you, my vest remains available to comfort you.

Caldor,

If all who were guilty of such crimes, were to lay down there swords, I fear there would be none left to defend the town at all.

I Admire your Honesty Dominic Strong, your ability to look at yourself with the same harsh judgement we often place on others, is an admirable trait.

Squire Draven Erdborn

Why is it that when I decide to place restraint on myself for the unsheathing of my blade and restricting myself from battle for a more pacifistic life of words more than blood I end up sparking such problems and discontent among the people of Travance? If I may be so bold I would like to request that no more parchment and ink be used to argue upon this. I know I have no authority on this matter but I request that everyone were to please take a deep breathe and still their thoughts before continuing any arguments they may wish to. Hatred and fighting is the last thing I want to spawn from this.

I highly suggest you think of becoming a spellsinger.
It will allow you to protect yourself and those around you without a sword or offensive action.

I would also look into learning about Syrith, the dead god whose followers were known to quell battle with words.

Dominic,
Because the common hero of Travance is bloodthirsty. Years of war and constant battle with monsters hardens most hearts to any thoughts of pacifism. Nobody cares about each other any more, not even allies. We are all falling into our own personal darkness, you are courageous (if a little foolish) for trying to climb out of yours.

-Orophin

Sometimes a lack of action is what can kill an innocent. Are you guilty of that?

Gentlemen and gentleladies of Travance... as well as those men and women who are substantially less gentle, as it were!

Let's not quibble over someone who no longer wishes to seek out violence. Travance has plenty of swords, arms, and swordarms. There is a distinct lack of armswords, though I think we should all be grateful for that. After all, who would want their feast prepared by someone with swords for arms? Sure, they could probably chop up meat and cabbages very well, but these would also be the swords that likely kill people. If they're not being cleaned properly, then you'll have blood in your chopped-up cabbage, and that's just plain disgusting. Not to mention if this armswordsman is fighting demons and has demon blood all over his arms, we could have a repeat of the whole blue-eyed-angry-peasant-folk-with-even-angrier-demon-powers again. And we don't want that, because it would cause even more circular debates that come about when Travance is faced with ethical dilemmas. You see, while we'd be talking about whether it's the right thing to kill so-and-so because such-and-such happened, the man with the armswords would be sneaking into the kitchen to prepare the feast for us. Which is awfully nice of him to do so, but we still come to the whole point about having dirty swords chopping up food. People would probably get sick because of icked-up dried blood everywhere in their cabbage'n'pork rolls (which would probably be pretty delicious if it weren't for the aforementioned blood), and then instead of having those never-ending debates about moral high grounds and who's right and innocence, we'd all be throwing up. Or worse, depending on if it's like that one time a certain Selendrian (who shall remain nameless) caught the bloody flux.
Granted, depending on your opinions, getting sick and being unable to carry on Sisyphean arguments might be a good thing! Who knows! Silver linings on every cloud and all that.

My point is, Travancians, let us all be glad that we have people who can put their swords down as opposed to those unlucky souls that have them grafted onto their arms. Because then we'd all get worms.

Sincerely,
Sindarion Sinclair

If I could enter in a Northmen fable.

During the wars there once was a mighty warrior, so mighty and fierce that even his name would cause fear in his enemies. His foes would cower and run, afraid to die by his blade as it was rumored that their spirit would not enter the Great Hall if slain by this man. After the wars, the man would return home, each time his family would grow more and more fearful of him. One day the Warrior returned home to find that his wife would not kiss him, and cowered in fear of him as he entered the door, his children ran right out of the hut and hid in the woods until the man had gone to bed for the night. The Warrior would swear an oath to his family and put down his sword. I hear that he became a farmer and moved his family more south to get away from the constant combat that the North is.

Dominic, we live in a land of monsters. And I am not speaking of the creatures we have faced up against, I am speaking of the people in Travance. Even I look at myself and see the true nature behind my hazel eyes and see such a terrible man. It is only recently with the help of many friends and my Elven beauty that I have started to see the light of being loved and cared for and in turn I know the feeling of having those around me to care about.

This man has decided to not become what he fears most, a bloodthirsty monster, a demon by any other name. If he announces it, then maybe he hopes many others will take this vow with him. For if we truly want to live in peace in Travance, then we must wash ourselves of the blood that stains our very souls.

Signed, With Truth,
Jack Dimms.

Sindarion, you are delightful.

Sindarion. I love you.