Written By Tyrus
May 26, 2020, 1:13 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Written By Drake
May 26, 2020, 12:55 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Theophania
If you feel you missed an opportunity to be properly raucous, perhaps we can do so at a later time.
I'm given to understand that the mercantile folk could use some general cheering-up in these times.
Written By Eirene
May 26, 2020, 12:31 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
Written By Mirari
May 26, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Written By Eirene
May 26, 2020, 10:50 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Written By Cassandra
May 26, 2020, 10:44 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Sometimes, I think she has a point.
And if one more Templar knocks on my door to give a continuation of some pointless bickering, I am going to seriously consider going to the Archives to look over the guidelines for how duels operate and maybe rewriting them to limit the amount of appropriate replies.
Written By Strozza
May 26, 2020, 9:46 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
Silver lines and motes swirl as smoke
A shawl of gossamer that resolves to dew
It sends mind to tumbling and then to reel
The rising sun's face is shown as you
And requested only is from the dream not be awoke.
Written By Azova
May 26, 2020, 9:43 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Written By Piccola
May 26, 2020, 9:11 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
No matter how splendid or prosperous, a city will always have children who suffer. You can try your hardest to make sure that stone does not set in their heart, but it is an inevitability. They will always bear the brunt of the sins of their parents.
Maybe I can do something this time.
What can I do? Will my cousin let me play the poor knight whilst she plots and gambles for our House's future? In this storm of tiaras and talk, what place is there in a court for a sellsword?
I think I will never understand her decision.
Written By Adrienne
May 26, 2020, 8:01 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Whether it's the tradesmen of the Crafter's Guild (and I will note here the exemplary leadership of Brother Felix and Apollo Oakwood) allocating supplies and calling out the areas of greatest need, Peers of the Realm mustering aid, or the finest minds of our people focused on any number of the threats to the Compact - I am eternally hopeful for the future.
Gild barely needs any more invocation. I meditate on Skald and the choices we make in impossible circumstances.
Written By Gwenna
May 26, 2020, 7:55 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
Written By Alessia
May 26, 2020, 6:45 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Lawrence
Written By Saoirse
May 26, 2020, 3:59 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Written By Appolonia
May 26, 2020, 2:38 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Written By Sydney
May 26, 2020, 2:12 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
I dreamt I agreed to duel a dog, but then the dog backed out.
My dreams are as turbulent and nonsensical as ever. At the very least, I learned that Apollo and Vitalis are a decent sort. Well, okay. I knew the latter. But had no idea about the former.
...This is some journal entry. Remind me to have breakfast before writing next.
Written By Jael
May 26, 2020, 1:20 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Actually there are many reasons to thank the gods for that but that is one of them.
Written By Anisha
May 26, 2020, 1:15 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
I am thankful that Legate Cassandra is able to offer wisdom about the purpose of challenges, and the expected protocol in the aftermath of one being issued.
For any further confusion on the matter of courtly etiquette and city culture, I shall remind the peerage that Whisper House is more than happy to offer tutors and lessons to both children and adults.
Written By Ravna
May 26, 2020, 1:03 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Anyways, like, we swing up our coats right, our Greybacks. Old men, see? Haaaa! Use horse tails for beards, pick hay, shit like that and walk the road yeah? Hide our weapons. I-I had a uh..halberd...I think? No, a spear. Probably. Likely. Maybe?
Does not matter. What matters is - we get where we goin' once and like, all shit breaks out, fire everywhere, houses burning. Fights. Battle. Raaaar!
You ever see battle, Scholar? Probably not. It's amazing! Terrible. Smells like shit from all the corpses emptying themselves, blood, and mud takes this really rancid smell you know? But anyways. This kid - he's just a kid, maybe sixteen, but like, swings at me with a sword and when I swing this guy with a shield he like...cut my weapon! Or it broke on the shield? I uh, you know, it's fuzzy...anyways.
Outnumbered. Outdone. This guy goes to move in and here I am shit piss scared! Hahahaaaa! Anyways, like, I notice something...the spear-halberd is gone! But so's the weight, y'know? Just, gone. The weight is gone, Scholar. Big huge weapon? No big huge stick! Th-the next part is kinda funny 'cuz, when, when I think on it...it never makes sense...but he swung at me, I shoulda died, man - but he hit that stick and sent me spinning, and you know how you spin when you're drunk? S'like that. But...everything made sense in the senselessness. It's the blur, Scholar, where I See so clearly.
But he didn't. Not for long, anyways. He kept comin', and I was too scared, and it just kinda...clicked. I didn't needa be stronger, just smarter. So he swings, right? I spin, I crush his visor in, I twist his greaves and he goes down and it...it was so fast, man. The chaos. My Friend, you know, was there with me the whole time, I bet. Because that kid thrust through my guard, slid right into my stomach, right through with that dorky ass saber, man...and he hugged me. But in doing, you know, he didn't get outtatheway of his own team firing a volley, and we went down, and that arrow man - nearly got my heart. Or it did? I dunno, man.
Fantastical? Oh. I mean, yeah! I bet! Hahaha. So like, right, I am prisoner for a bit. Then the Greybacks come, all old men again, and the Bluebacks steal the horses right? Greyhat is there, man. I'm all healed and he tosses me a gold coin - a gold fucking coin - and then throws that fucking stick at me and goes:
"Let's see that shit again."
Hahaha, so, you know - now you know: it's not the spear you gotta fear, not the halberd or the glaive, it's not the sword or the dagger - but the hand on the blade! Hahaha.
Written By Mirari
May 25, 2020, 7:05 p.m.(5/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Svana
One of the freedoms granted to the common populous is that we may love who we please. We may have children when and if we please. We may "marry" or "divorce" as we please.
No one gives a rotten apple and if they do, well, give them a rotten apple.
Written By Sydney
May 25, 2020, 2:41 p.m.(5/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Korka
In this case, I would say: "That's awfully short-sighted of you."
This problem existed well before the whirlpool and will persist well after it, should we find a way to rid ourselves of its presence.
Still, it seems we agree on at least one facet of all of this: To mend a broken bone, you don't apply a dab of ointment.
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