Written By Lucita
March 24, 2023, 10:55 a.m.(7/3/1019 AR)
How do you get people to understand they need to be a little wary, amicable yet neutral at times?
I guess it takes being betrayed a few times to have them realize that.
I guess it takes being betrayed a few times to have them realize that.
Written By Savio
March 24, 2023, 10:39 a.m.(7/3/1019 AR)
An updated will, for troubled times:
All that I have will go to my husband and children, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My black journals are to remain sealed.
Too many spicy poems in there.
All that I have will go to my husband and children, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My black journals are to remain sealed.
Too many spicy poems in there.
Written By Sparte
March 23, 2023, 10:22 p.m.(7/2/1019 AR)
She didn't return with me. Dame Tom. It has been a few years since I saw her last, but she was still well then. I don't know how to get back to where I last saw her, and she wouldn't be there if I went. If you knew her, and you hoped I'd be a way to see her again, I'm sorry. It's just me that is back.
Written By Isolde
March 23, 2023, 10:21 p.m.(7/2/1019 AR)
How does one define wealth?
Written By Tesha
March 23, 2023, 6:14 p.m.(7/2/1019 AR)
I should be use to disappointment at this age.
Written By Sparte
March 22, 2023, 10:25 p.m.(6/28/1019 AR)
I told a truly awful joke to someone the other day. It didn't even sound that funny in my head, but it demanded to get out. Like a sort of headache that can only be exercised by inflicting the pain of hearing it on others.
My sincere apologies to both the victim and the person that had to witness it.
My sincere apologies to both the victim and the person that had to witness it.
Written By Sparte
March 21, 2023, 5:45 p.m.(6/26/1019 AR)
I've been gone for some time. I have a lot I could write about where I've been and why, but I won't.
Written By Auda
March 19, 2023, 10:04 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
It's a shame about the orchids, but perhaps now there'll be more room in Arx's gardens for wildflowers and more decorative species.
Written By Jan
March 19, 2023, 7:03 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
Well I finally learned of one of the places I had wanted to learn about but couldn't remember. Uanna. I think I will commission some art though I don't think there is any realistic chance of capturing the splendor of the place-but I am certain an artist can inspire one's imagination.
Written By Raja
March 19, 2023, 5:42 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
There is still a lot of cleanup to do in the Lowers. The rats are plentiful.. they are actually beyond a nuisance level. I have had several very kind people reach out to me asking how they can help. Thing is, I am unsure how to even begin. So, I figure some good old fashioned hard labor is what is needed. Shovels. Mops. Some carpenters.. My own shops reek of rot. I have to get my ass in gear.
Written By Raymesin
March 19, 2023, 5:39 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
It's been a quiet couple of weeks, Scholar, which has been just fine by me. Hopefully there'll be a little more excitement in the days to come, though; the few people I get on with, like me, aren't built for peace and quiet. There's rumours of a few things gone missing, which may or may not have rewards attached. It'd be nice to get out and about for a change, my feet are getting itchy again. Too much time in town, I think, and as the weather warms the Lowers only smells worse.
Written By Savio
March 19, 2023, 4:53 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
For those who may wonder if the Lonely Cloud is a public space or a private space -- yes.
Once upon a time the Cloud was a shopfront with an attached social parlor. The shop is obviously gone, but the parlor itself remains. My husband spends some hobby time as a seam-ripper in the workshop there, and before we were married, we lived above the parlor for a time.
If you are looking for Orland to seam-rip something back into its constituent materials, leave a container in the Rainbow Parlor and send him a note.
If you are just looking to visit, as long as the door is unlocked, anyone is welcome.
Once upon a time the Cloud was a shopfront with an attached social parlor. The shop is obviously gone, but the parlor itself remains. My husband spends some hobby time as a seam-ripper in the workshop there, and before we were married, we lived above the parlor for a time.
If you are looking for Orland to seam-rip something back into its constituent materials, leave a container in the Rainbow Parlor and send him a note.
If you are just looking to visit, as long as the door is unlocked, anyone is welcome.
Written By Mabelle
March 19, 2023, 11:11 a.m.(6/21/1019 AR)
Reconnecting with old friends has always been the best balm to my soul. The friendship, the ear and perhaps a promise for a future. Who knows what might happen the next day?
Written By Noah
March 18, 2023, 2:27 p.m.(6/19/1019 AR)
Finally I got a sort of armor. Maybe. Well, I might survive more when I run in to do the stupid things I do. Maybe.
Written By Titus
March 18, 2023, 4:27 a.m.(6/19/1019 AR)
Am I marching with purpose towards my goals, or am I a leaf on the wind at the mercy of the shifting winds of fate?
Do I find fulfillment and joy in my daily battles and interactions, or am I but a pawn in the epic struggle of life?
Do I make deliberate and conscious choices based on my convictions and values or am I a puppet whose strings are pulled by the whims of others?
Do I take time to reflect and learn from my past conquests and defeats or am I just a drone buzzing from task to task without thought or introspection?
Do I seek new challenges and adventures to broaden my horizons and make my world bigger or am I content to dwell in the familiar prison walls of comfort?
Life is a continuous process of learning, and every experience, whether good or bad, is an opportunity for growth and enlightenment. When it's time for me to meet the Queen may Vellichor speak the chapter of my life in His Story and the actions I did be verified by the all seeing Sentinel that what I did was honourable.
Do I find fulfillment and joy in my daily battles and interactions, or am I but a pawn in the epic struggle of life?
Do I make deliberate and conscious choices based on my convictions and values or am I a puppet whose strings are pulled by the whims of others?
Do I take time to reflect and learn from my past conquests and defeats or am I just a drone buzzing from task to task without thought or introspection?
Do I seek new challenges and adventures to broaden my horizons and make my world bigger or am I content to dwell in the familiar prison walls of comfort?
Life is a continuous process of learning, and every experience, whether good or bad, is an opportunity for growth and enlightenment. When it's time for me to meet the Queen may Vellichor speak the chapter of my life in His Story and the actions I did be verified by the all seeing Sentinel that what I did was honourable.
Written By Esme
March 17, 2023, 9:55 p.m.(6/18/1019 AR)
I am undeserving of this change in my life, but I am excited by it.
Written By Aurora
March 17, 2023, 4:52 p.m.(6/18/1019 AR)
Entries for next month's burnbox have been closed, and now that I have an exact number I need to make I can officially begin. Roses everywhere.
Written By Savio
March 16, 2023, 10:05 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
I would do well not to underestimate the ferociousness and ingenuity of the Common Arvani Forest-Thug.
Written By Wylla
March 16, 2023, 8:45 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
Denica has made me whole again, she and Savio both.
When I lost my painting hand, I won't confess to the depth of despair I fell to. In truth, when I hit the bottom of the chasm, I was surprised at how quickly I pushed back towards the surface of my joy. It was hard, sinking isn't as easy as they say it is, and yet there was a cradling to my grief, a softness that was painful; it buried, it enveloped. It was kind in its brutal consumption of everything joyful in me.
I have a new hand now, carved beautifully in ivory by Denica, facillitated by Savio and the Dominus. A tree has been carved in its surface, and it continues on my skin by the grace of a skilled marquist.
I am more than I was but lesser too; I understand my limitations even as I break free of them.
I haven't words enough ...
I haven't words enough.
When I lost my painting hand, I won't confess to the depth of despair I fell to. In truth, when I hit the bottom of the chasm, I was surprised at how quickly I pushed back towards the surface of my joy. It was hard, sinking isn't as easy as they say it is, and yet there was a cradling to my grief, a softness that was painful; it buried, it enveloped. It was kind in its brutal consumption of everything joyful in me.
I have a new hand now, carved beautifully in ivory by Denica, facillitated by Savio and the Dominus. A tree has been carved in its surface, and it continues on my skin by the grace of a skilled marquist.
I am more than I was but lesser too; I understand my limitations even as I break free of them.
I haven't words enough ...
I haven't words enough.
Written By Jaenelle
March 16, 2023, 5:09 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
Donato came to me last night before bed. He had been reading a book, the plot revolving around someone going on a quest. He decided he wanted a quest of his own. Naturally I gave him a list of things the college might need for salves and balms, perfumes and potions. When everything is collected he will visit Auda and Medeia to continue his studies of putting it all to good use.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.