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Written By Mabelle

May 27, 2023, 4:48 p.m.(11/20/1019 AR)

There is nothing undignified about shaking your stinger for the win.

Written By Gaspard

May 27, 2023, 12:11 p.m.(11/19/1019 AR)

Oh what is art? I must enquire...
A flavored word, or lyric fire?
A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?

The answer drifts upon the air..
Like exotic glass: it's source is rare.
The question be, to those who see,
is why our art doth set us free.

Each rhythmic beat that comes from here,
escapes our hearts without a fear.
And travels far to spread the word,
of life, and love, and loss unheard.

The journey ends where it began,
from far and wide across the sand.
Behind it all there is no more,
until it's all been done before.

And when it has at last been said...
We all will lie forgotten, dead.

Written By Gaspard

May 27, 2023, 12:05 p.m.(11/19/1019 AR)

My first memories of him were by the age of five,
When he mussed with my hair, and told me voice snide,
"Son, you must remember when the day is done,
to clean your feet in the shadow of the sun.";
And to this day, upon arriving home,
I look to my shoes, and for a man who will never come.

My second memories of him were by the age of seventeen,
When he clapped my shoulder, slapping my bearded chin unclean,
"Son, you must remember to compliment your mate,
Or else you will find yourself in a deprived state.";
And to this day, when I see my mate's eyes,
I revel in their color aloud, knowing he has died.

My third memories of him were by the age of twenty-two,
when he mused of my sister, and of my new wound.
"Son, remember that 'great things' should be considered lightly,
and the littlest of things with such detail, not slightly."
And to this day, when a man pries to the state of my face,
I smile as I do, and leave him in haste.

My fourth memories of him were by the age of twenty-five,
when I held his hand, and watched the last living breath die,
"Son, for me this you must do; never give up, or pretend to be a fool;
Always to yourself be true, and only willingly play the tool."
And with his dying breath I sighed, my eyes turning to shaded places inside;
and when my feet loudly scuff more than I intend,
His dying words, my thoughts often recommend.

My final memories of him were by the age of right now,
In song he is remembered, like the sky or dust-clouds,
"Father, you must remember that I miss you so,
and that your words, succinctly, to my children will go."
And to this day, a thought of him brings tears to my eyes,
Knowing his life was snuffed, like a torch to the wind's sighs.

Written By Gaspard

May 27, 2023, 11:53 a.m.(11/19/1019 AR)

When the mountains and I come to claim you
I hope you shall prepare
For I shall show no mercy
When I smell blood in the air

My eye is on my prey now
There is little point in running
The stride of your beast of burden
Is of no consequence to my cunning

The night is falling all around you
Darkness and I are not far behind
The earth is an ally to finality
And there is no man Death doesn't find

It is quite unfortunate for you
To be dealing with the likes of me
My blade is something seen by many
But something none have lived to see

If you knew what was approaching
You would take your odds with a tainted meal
Than chance a dance, in the mountains
With the moons and myself at your heel

So one last word of precaution
A warning should you choose to heed it
If you see me pray for luck
'Cause when I come, you're going to need it.

Written By Quenia

May 26, 2023, 7:52 p.m.(11/18/1019 AR)

I find myself at a precipice where I must consider what I might be willing to sacrifice in order to help the people I love. Do I offer something tangible and risk it not being enough? Do I offer a part of myself and risk that being too much and I have to live with those consequences? Or, do I give away something else and hope that might bring a happy medium?

How much is too much? How little is too little? What would be that perfect happy medium? I'm usually plagued with nightmares of a sort or another, but the dreams I've been having of late do nothing to help provide the answers I've been seeking, and so I've spent many a sleepless nights contemplating these things instead.

I just hope, in the end, I make the right decision.

What would you choose?

Written By Mattheu

May 26, 2023, 9:34 a.m.(11/17/1019 AR)

Took the small hoard out for a run across fields by the tournament grounds and ran into an impromptu story time, as the lil Ilan put it. "Lord Titus tells the best stories"

Written By Sabella

May 26, 2023, 8:22 a.m.(11/17/1019 AR)

Relationship Note on Titus

Your story of the Rainbow Serpent was inspiring, and perhaps something I didn't know I needed to hear.

Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what would've been, what we could have done different, that we forget that these past things are stepping stones for something greater in our future. That we shouldn't dwell on them too much and naught that we can't keep them in our hearts. Rather inspiration to be a better person, definitely.

To flow like a river, ever changing.

Written By Titus

May 25, 2023, 6:17 p.m.(11/16/1019 AR)

The lesson of the Rainbow Serpent is simple. If we hold too much to the past, the burdens and the energies which no longer are fit for our future, we will die in those bonds we've placed on ourselves. We must shed, change and transform to become the better person we aspire to be.

Written By Titus

May 25, 2023, 6:15 p.m.(11/16/1019 AR)

“How can we dare aspire and hope to transform the world, if we neglect that transformative power of change that lies within ourselves?”

The Rainbow Serpent danced upon the canvas of the sky and sea, adorned with pearlescent scales shimmering in every vibrant hue when the light touched it. It reveled in its radiant beauty, weaving ribbons of vibrant colours across the heavens and cascading through the depths of the boundless sea. With each graceful movement, it bestowed joy and wonder upon all who beheld its mesmerizing form. Yet, in its timeless wisdom, the Rainbow Serpent knew that growth and transformation required stillness and introspection. In reverence to the eternal cycle of existence, it would retreat to the sacred place of quiet solitude. There, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, the Rainbow Serpent would surrender to the essence of change, shedding its old skin, a magnificent tapestry of colours. As the skin touched the earth, it faded and merged with the soil, becoming one with the land that cradles our footsteps.

In this act of shedding, the Rainbow Serpent relinquished the burdens of the past, releasing the energies that no longer served its purpose. It surrendered to the healing touch of change. And as the Rainbow Serpent slumbered in its place of sacred solitude to contemplate the past and the future, its new skin began to form. Bit by bit, with each passing moment, it grew stronger, brighter and more vibrant. The Rainbow Serpent would emerge from its slumber with scales that glistened with renewed vigor and power and hope for a future worth fighting for.

So it is with our own existence. We too possess the the potential to undergo a profound metamorphosis. Just as the Rainbow Serpent sloughed its skin to become one with the earth, so too must we allow the remnants of our old selves to gracefully merge with the tapestry of our past experiences and life. We honour our history and embrace the lessons it has bestowed upon us, while eagerly stepping forward into the embrace of the unknown, brighter and hopefully wiser with the lessons of our past.

Embrace the Rainbow Serpent, to embrace the power to change, to shed the burdens that no longer serve our higher purpose. In the embrace of change, we find the essence of our truest selves and become catalysts of transformation, not only for ourselves but for the world that surrounds us.

Heed the wisdom of the Rainbow Serpent and embrace that transformative power that lies within us Shed our old skin, step into the light and become an embodiment of change, radiating with the luminosity of rebirth.

Written By Teagan

May 25, 2023, 8:38 a.m.(11/15/1019 AR)

It was good to get out and about within the city. Too many long days of paperwork as well as, overseeing our work in Cloudspine. I should get out more often.

Written By Mattheu

May 24, 2023, 11:59 p.m.(11/14/1019 AR)

Relationship Note on Aerwyna

To stumble upon another that has a love of what colors the wind might bring, who is not one of my siblings? This was a pleasant surprise and unknown moment of something missing from my life in the space of a conversation.

Written By Aerwyna

May 22, 2023, 11:09 a.m.(11/9/1019 AR)

I guess I am sort of back... it has been years though.

Have I been forgotten? What have I missed?

Older I am, maybe a little wiser too but this feels like being reborn again.

Written By Denica

May 21, 2023, 10:16 p.m.(11/8/1019 AR)

Sometimes you have hang upside down to see things rightside up.

Written By Ahrsen

May 21, 2023, 6:12 p.m.(11/8/1019 AR)

Sailing is relaxing I don't care who you are. Will be a cold winter though, better enjoy the seas while the weather is still fair.

Written By Vandorean

May 21, 2023, 6:10 p.m.(11/8/1019 AR)

Looking forward to the Bee Festival!

Written By Vandorean

May 21, 2023, 6:09 p.m.(11/8/1019 AR)

A beautiful day at the villa with beautiful company, what more can be said?

Written By Jan

May 21, 2023, 5:57 p.m.(11/8/1019 AR)

Two social events of the season I missed out on, two times I missed the Queen being spectacular. I really must force myself to start attending social gatherings.

Written By Mattheu

May 21, 2023, 3:41 p.m.(11/7/1019 AR)

Relationship Note on Ann

To see twinkling stars brush against deepened dark blues of waters rushing into wave frozen within time while wrapping around a heart, all set upon a golden chain...

What was that scholar?
Yes. The dance under the stars was spectacular and I only miss that I hadn't time to have more dances, as I was called away at end of only the first dance. One which I will remember fondly, and seek to have many more. Else I end up in a dance debt and suddenly need to seek out Lady Mabelle's advice for how to get out of said debt.

Written By Cassiopeia

May 21, 2023, 2:25 p.m.(11/7/1019 AR)

I am honoured to take on the role of First Seeker of the Society of Explorers. I am excited to support and assist such a great organization. Lord Vitalis did such a good job, those are big shoes to fill!

I joined the Society when I first came to Arx from Tremorus. But not only did I learn more about the city, I got to see so many incredible places in the Compact. I made good friends, I learnt new skills, I challenged myself in ways I would have never thought when I started. Wandering about was always my passion in life, I am grateful I can combine it with my duties.

I look forward to what the future holds and will strive to do a good job.

Written By Lucita

May 21, 2023, 10:10 a.m.(11/7/1019 AR)

Relationship Note on Quenia

My cousin has done it again, organized and hosted a wonderful ball event. She even managed to tempt me into a new outfit.

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