Written By Monique
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:27 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Written By Sydney
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Geralt
A bath in whiskey would be most unpleasant. As someone who's had her fair share of whiskeys poured on her face (almost entirely by herself), I can assure you that it's unpleasant to bathe one's face in. It gets in the nostrils, and it burns. It gets in your eyes, and it BURNS.
Thinking about submerging my lower half in it brings with it only flinching and further shuddering.
...and to make matters worse, you spilled your drink.
Painful.
Written By Medeia
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
And yes, my husband's words are true.
Written By Raziel
Jan. 17, 2021, 11:44 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
I was a more sentimental man, then.
Ah but like many things about me, it was burnt away. I never saw her again, even after I was released from my oaths and was once more a Lord. A lesson well learnt.
Duty always remains. Far more lasting foundations to build one's life upon, than fickle love.
Written By Torian
Jan. 17, 2021, 11:05 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Seems like a lifetime ago now that I took his place, and we've done well to achieve my goal or running a respectable enterprise as a family.
Starting to get acknowledgement for it too, which don't hurt none.
Written By Selene
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:32 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
"And waves, and sails snapping; for the march
    Of the Compact's glory takes to the wine-dark sea.
    Dancers poised on the decks raise their hands
    From the rails and catch the cry,
Stilled, as one prays in a shrine,
    As purpose filled their bodies and shines
    Silvered with the first shaft of sunlight,
    Beautiful and more compelling with each breath.
Silence pulls apart at the seams, smote;
    We halt, trembling, where water churns
    And proclaims the splintering of chains
    To the lofty vault of the sky.
Light cleaves tempered steel walls,
    And those powerful lands that were once
    Vibrant with untrameled hopes--
    Rise to the unheralded show of strength."
Written By Apollo
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
Written By Raja
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:06 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Written By Vitalis
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Written By Valencia
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Moreover, at the end of the evening after enjoy some amazing spirits sampled from many houses and distilleries from across Arx, I was delighted and very honoured to accept on behalf of my Hart the place of second.
I know some take credit for their staff’s work, but I believe in sharing credit when it is do. To be true, like everything at the Hart, we work together. It takes many hands to make such things blossom. To see such endeavours appreciated and bringing such pleasure to others is something my staff and I treasure so much. And, in warm celebration, in the coming days, we will be closing my Hart for an evening so that we may all celebrate in style and raise glasses to our hard work and good fortune.
But that is not all that delights and excites me. For the Princess Lustry wishes to host her next excellent contest in my Hart. This time it will be the sweet temptations of mead that will be hailed and showcased. I’m thrilled and honoured, and very glad to join her in this.
In dark times it is important that we take moments to remember the light and the good things we stand for. Gathering of good friends, sharing good spirit and excellent talents, what a beautiful reminder. I hope one and all will be there.
~~~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Apollo
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
I'm not sure that I could do that. Leave my tools to disrepair. Not because I think they wouldn't work, but there's something like a trust I have in my tools that I'm loathe to break. If I don't care for what I have, what's the point in having it?
Written By Domonico
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:08 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Grimgar
Written By Valencia
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:01 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
It is fortunate his nature is so good else I might do things I should not rather than should this evening.
Thank you, highness, for reminding me of who I am and how things are.
~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Cufre
Jan. 17, 2021, 8:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Written By Svana
Jan. 17, 2021, 8:40 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Written By Amari
Jan. 17, 2021, 8:21 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
One day I'll have the time and be rooted enough to paint again, and even garden too. Perhaps even before I turn thirty! Though, both seem the sort of thing to keep you busy after you've taken an arrow to the knee and can't adventure anymore.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 17, 2021, 7:54 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Written By Sebastian
Jan. 17, 2021, 7:32 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Soon we sail for Setarco, and I have never wanted it more in my life -- acknowledging that I say that every time, and that it's probably true every time, as well.
To drift, unfettered, into her embrace is all I long for. Being able to turn in nearly any part of the Silken City and see a new angle of the Great Titan, her gaze ever so sly, wherever I am. To hear and smell and see and taste, to be immersed in the city of my birth. To feel home.
I know it won't last for long: we sail for the Saffron Chain shortly thereafter.
But I know with certainty I will feel better for it.
Written By Ravna
Jan. 17, 2021, 7:27 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Water. Need water. Gotta flow, flow like water, my waters, my Woel? No. Staff! Staff. Fists. Feet. Fffflow.
Eats. Food. Wood. Paper. Cloth. Skin. Hair. Mixed together...mixmixmixmixed...Woel. Peaches.
Air? Air. Breath. Worrrrds. Mummers. Ideas.
...spark? Spark. What is spark, my spark? My. Spark. Spark...s-park..
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 17, 2021, 7:14 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
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