Written By Thea
April 4, 2019, 11:49 a.m.(11/12/1010 AR)
I will be going home again soon. I can't say that I'm not excited.
Written By Oswyn
April 4, 2019, 9:53 a.m.(11/11/1010 AR)
I had a birthday recently; my nephew threw up on me, which is a thing babies do. It was quiet, which I liked.
The last year has been... interesting. There's always something new to learn. The shop is a quiet place to work and makes enough silver to function and then some. My assistants are all talented, dedicated people. I've gone on some expeditions. I became a Senior Scholar. I've made new friends.
The last year has been... interesting. There's always something new to learn. The shop is a quiet place to work and makes enough silver to function and then some. My assistants are all talented, dedicated people. I've gone on some expeditions. I became a Senior Scholar. I've made new friends.
Written By Ophelia
April 4, 2019, 8:53 a.m.(11/11/1010 AR)
This week has been emotional for me. The only way that I know how to get through is by keeping busy, which means that I've been visiting the archery range quite frequently. If I have something to do, it distracts me from my thoughts. Archery has a way of calming me down and grounding me whenever I feel scattered and reckless. For me, it's the best form of therapy that I could ever choose for myself.
That being said, I'm clinging to what makes me happy today. I see a visit to the Lodge of Petrichor in my near future, a lemon square from Lottie's, and some archery practice to help keep me focused on the good things. Because I will get through this.
That being said, I'm clinging to what makes me happy today. I see a visit to the Lodge of Petrichor in my near future, a lemon square from Lottie's, and some archery practice to help keep me focused on the good things. Because I will get through this.
Written By Morrighan
April 3, 2019, 11:07 p.m.(11/11/1010 AR)
Sometimes it's hard to believe it's only been seven years since I came to Arx, seven years since that summer when Prince Sherrod sent me to help prepare the Villa for his arrival. It's more difficult to believe how much I've changed and grown since then. Once a servant girl and seamstress, it feels like it was another life ago, now a House Sword and knight. Over the years I haven't had much time for seamstress work, though I've taken the odd job or two here and there, but it isn't often I feel that creative spark. Inspiration. The need to create my art. To make something beautiful. I took a request for a few pieces months ago, and it took months for that little spark to happen. I've forgotten how good it felt, to design, to see everything come together, better than I had hoped or expected. The satisfaction felt is something I can't adequately put to words, even more so when the client is so enthused and excited with the results. I'm not sure how long the inspiration will last, but perhaps in the next week or two Bear Threads might have something for sale.
Written By Lucita
April 3, 2019, 10:26 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
The days pass steadily, teaching lessons at the Bard's College, planning a celebration, schooling my children in proper manners... girls curtsy, boys bow and other such little things little ones must learn. And there is time for catching up with old friends and renewing acquaintances before they fade away. I dread the coming of winter.
Written By Lucita
April 3, 2019, 10:23 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I wear the collar given me when named one of the thirteen members of the Order of the White Lily. It is my way of remembering and mourning former Archduchess Eleyna Velenosa and my outfit bears the hues of her house, the twilight purples. She will be missed.
Written By Mailys
April 3, 2019, 8:35 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
I have simply the best cousister. I'd be lost without you, and so less sparkly.
Written By Mirella
April 3, 2019, 7:54 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
A most generous and helpful patron.
Written By Vincenzo
April 3, 2019, 7:43 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
The sun shines brightly on cloudless day, warming trees with outstretched arms holding their treasures of gold, amber, ruby and emerald that they scatter with autumn breeze and which crunches underfoot.
My shops have been busy of late, preparing for some truly interesting moments in the future. I'm looking forward to it, Master Thayne. Of seeing a world transformed, of crowds transfixed.
My shops have been busy of late, preparing for some truly interesting moments in the future. I'm looking forward to it, Master Thayne. Of seeing a world transformed, of crowds transfixed.
Written By Arianna
April 3, 2019, 7:40 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
One of Sir Telmar's white journals ended up on my list of 'Things to Do and People to See' earlier. I went down to the archives and I read it because my curiosity was piqued. Surprisingly when I got to the end of it, I couldn't disagree.
Traditions are the strongest pillar that holds up the House of Pravus. While honor is heavily debatable as a matter of subjectivity among some of our less reputed and distinguished, there exists a certain belief that we don't subscribe to the Ideals. This is fiction and far from the truth which is a much more complicated discussion or topic to write about in my white journal. It's simply to illustrate the fact that as the First Knight of Setarco, I will do my utmost to live by the code of chivalry.
Most certainly Harlex Valtyr used his Boon in the way which was most true to what and who he is. An admirable thing in an of itself most would say. Sir Corban's, a fellow knight, call to use the boon we will receive or have received for the betterment of all has inspired me, among other principle influences such as my love of art and nothing short of divine intervention. After lengthy consideration as to how I might actually go about bringing this desire into fruition I believe I have done due diligence in this regard and very much look forward to the audience with our very own King Alaric Grayson IV.
Traditions are the strongest pillar that holds up the House of Pravus. While honor is heavily debatable as a matter of subjectivity among some of our less reputed and distinguished, there exists a certain belief that we don't subscribe to the Ideals. This is fiction and far from the truth which is a much more complicated discussion or topic to write about in my white journal. It's simply to illustrate the fact that as the First Knight of Setarco, I will do my utmost to live by the code of chivalry.
Most certainly Harlex Valtyr used his Boon in the way which was most true to what and who he is. An admirable thing in an of itself most would say. Sir Corban's, a fellow knight, call to use the boon we will receive or have received for the betterment of all has inspired me, among other principle influences such as my love of art and nothing short of divine intervention. After lengthy consideration as to how I might actually go about bringing this desire into fruition I believe I have done due diligence in this regard and very much look forward to the audience with our very own King Alaric Grayson IV.
Written By Monique
April 3, 2019, 7:15 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Etienne
The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers. Two years ago, I found mine. We grew stronger in the face of conflict, in the face of everything and everyone the world has thrown at us. The harder the conflict, the more glorious our triumph.
I love this man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. It's the business of little minds to shrink; but his heart is strong.
It puts me in mind of something my father told me, when I was younger and indulged far more than I should have been, thinking myself in love with every thief, knight or baron who showered me with gifts and offers of their heart. He shook his head at my vain proclamations and told me, "Love is not something you go out and look for. Love finds you, and when it does, ready or not, it’ll be the best thing to ever happen to you."
I wasn't ready, but he was right.
I love this man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. It's the business of little minds to shrink; but his heart is strong.
It puts me in mind of something my father told me, when I was younger and indulged far more than I should have been, thinking myself in love with every thief, knight or baron who showered me with gifts and offers of their heart. He shook his head at my vain proclamations and told me, "Love is not something you go out and look for. Love finds you, and when it does, ready or not, it’ll be the best thing to ever happen to you."
I wasn't ready, but he was right.
Written By Rysen
April 3, 2019, 6:10 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
My early tutor, the famed Dame Judyth Meadows of Sanctum, who was also a mentor to my mother, claimed that there were two types of knowledge, which I shall reductively call practical and theoretical. The first sort relied on the senses: a seed was an apple seed because, when planted, one could watch it grow into an apple tree and produce fruit. The second sort relied on a relational principle, an essence that, once understood, applied to all instances. A seed is an apple seed because it came from an apple and all seeds that come from apples grow into apple trees necessarily under the right conditions.
I am no scholar nor deep thinker, and, as a poet, I arrive at truth through feeling and intuition more often than careful reasoning; however, in returning to Eresport, I do not merely wish to find a few more bodies to burn.
I visited Keaton Hall in pursuit of knowledge, though, if I had read what the Marquessa had written in the Whites beforehand, I never would have gone. Instead, I would have knelt at the Shrine of Limerance to beg forgiveness for bringing misery to one whom I so greatly respect and admire. Nevertheless, I believe I learned many valuable things, and, having now read her initial thoughts on the events of which I inquired, I offer my sincere and unqualified gratitude for all that she did there. Many were lost, but those losses were not in vain. Many more were saved because of the courage and skill of the Marquessa and the physicians. House Crovane will never forget the sacrifices made at the battle of Stormwall, and I have a responsibility to those who died for the sake of my people.
I am no scholar nor deep thinker, and, as a poet, I arrive at truth through feeling and intuition more often than careful reasoning; however, in returning to Eresport, I do not merely wish to find a few more bodies to burn.
I visited Keaton Hall in pursuit of knowledge, though, if I had read what the Marquessa had written in the Whites beforehand, I never would have gone. Instead, I would have knelt at the Shrine of Limerance to beg forgiveness for bringing misery to one whom I so greatly respect and admire. Nevertheless, I believe I learned many valuable things, and, having now read her initial thoughts on the events of which I inquired, I offer my sincere and unqualified gratitude for all that she did there. Many were lost, but those losses were not in vain. Many more were saved because of the courage and skill of the Marquessa and the physicians. House Crovane will never forget the sacrifices made at the battle of Stormwall, and I have a responsibility to those who died for the sake of my people.
Written By Vanora
April 3, 2019, 4:37 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Threnody of the White Lily
Long ago was born a Fox
Blue of eye with flaxen locks
Her childhood oft felt lonely
She kept to herself, only
Until she blossomed and bloomed
Wit and charm: The girl was doomed
To be married off, once, twice
A third time, she paid a price
A princess does her duty,
Especially such a beauty.
There were three husbands wed,
There were three husbands dead,
Named her for that spider, sure,
Black Widow, yet she was much more.
She took her time until we all believed,
Her loss is so very deeply grieved.
Once more she married, this her choice
Talen, her husband and her Voice.
And let there be no mistake
She married for love, the kind that can ache.
Yet the passion between them was shared,
Would that it might have been spared.
Their future cut away too soon,
All I can offer is this tune.
Eleyna is my dearest friend,
I wanted more time 'fore the end.
Yet that is not the way that Death,
Considers when to take last breath.
Black Widow to White Lily,
She defined her role,
I have never forgotten,
My oaths towards this goal.
My darling, my dearest, my friend.
Don't worry, this is not the end.
You will be remembered. I keep my promises.
Long ago was born a Fox
Blue of eye with flaxen locks
Her childhood oft felt lonely
She kept to herself, only
Until she blossomed and bloomed
Wit and charm: The girl was doomed
To be married off, once, twice
A third time, she paid a price
A princess does her duty,
Especially such a beauty.
There were three husbands wed,
There were three husbands dead,
Named her for that spider, sure,
Black Widow, yet she was much more.
She took her time until we all believed,
Her loss is so very deeply grieved.
Once more she married, this her choice
Talen, her husband and her Voice.
And let there be no mistake
She married for love, the kind that can ache.
Yet the passion between them was shared,
Would that it might have been spared.
Their future cut away too soon,
All I can offer is this tune.
Eleyna is my dearest friend,
I wanted more time 'fore the end.
Yet that is not the way that Death,
Considers when to take last breath.
Black Widow to White Lily,
She defined her role,
I have never forgotten,
My oaths towards this goal.
My darling, my dearest, my friend.
Don't worry, this is not the end.
You will be remembered. I keep my promises.
Written By Reigna
April 3, 2019, 4:16 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
I remember words spoken to me by then Archlector of Death, now Legate of the Lost, Father Aureth.
He said to me, that Death never takes, she only receives. A simple statement, but one that altered my perceptions in a profound way. Healers often consciously or unconsciously, set ourselves as opponents of Death. We see it as something to be overcome, defeated, cheated, even. It may be hubris, yes. Being someone who can heal can be a heady thing. With that statement spoken aloud, I began to understand that Death is not the enemy of healers. It is not a failure when someone succumbs to mortal wounds when you have done all that you can do.
Death does not take. She receives. She welcomes. She is the home that we return to at the end of our journey. We are able to sit at the feet of our mother and tell the story of the life we have lived. We are seen, and we are heard, and the Mother of us all awaits us to welcome us home.
The Lyceum has lost a great leader, and for that loss we should mourn. Mourn for missing a dear and beloved friend. But be happy for Eleyna. Her journey has completed and she is now regaling the Queen of Endings with her life's joys and lessons learned. She has gone home and onto whatever journey awaits her next, be it Elysium or the Wheel once more.
As for the newest Princess Eleyna, having felt the strength of her heartbeat, seeing her mother's determination that she survive, I feel confident that she will be here to stay with us, have a chance to shine as bright or brighter than her namesake. Remember that some of the fiercest creatures are the smallest.
He said to me, that Death never takes, she only receives. A simple statement, but one that altered my perceptions in a profound way. Healers often consciously or unconsciously, set ourselves as opponents of Death. We see it as something to be overcome, defeated, cheated, even. It may be hubris, yes. Being someone who can heal can be a heady thing. With that statement spoken aloud, I began to understand that Death is not the enemy of healers. It is not a failure when someone succumbs to mortal wounds when you have done all that you can do.
Death does not take. She receives. She welcomes. She is the home that we return to at the end of our journey. We are able to sit at the feet of our mother and tell the story of the life we have lived. We are seen, and we are heard, and the Mother of us all awaits us to welcome us home.
The Lyceum has lost a great leader, and for that loss we should mourn. Mourn for missing a dear and beloved friend. But be happy for Eleyna. Her journey has completed and she is now regaling the Queen of Endings with her life's joys and lessons learned. She has gone home and onto whatever journey awaits her next, be it Elysium or the Wheel once more.
As for the newest Princess Eleyna, having felt the strength of her heartbeat, seeing her mother's determination that she survive, I feel confident that she will be here to stay with us, have a chance to shine as bright or brighter than her namesake. Remember that some of the fiercest creatures are the smallest.
Written By Viviana
April 3, 2019, 3:58 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Cousin Arianna's victory in the grand melee should be all the proof one needs to see that cunning and the proper connections are all it takes to win the day, even on the battlefield.
Written By Viviana
April 3, 2019, 3:48 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
The grand melee was every bit as thrilling as one would expect it to be, and Princess Marian is just as sharp and fierce as I recall her being the last time we crossed blades. Throw in another swordsman at her side, and suffice to say my appearance in the tournament of roses as not fated to last long. Still, it was quite exciting and a good reminder that there is always room to improve.
Written By Sparte
April 3, 2019, 1:59 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
I havn't shaved the past few days, inspired by the impressive whiskers I witnessed at the Open Throne.
This morning Wilhelm informed me that he couldn't tell.
It would seem I'm not destined for whiskers. I'll have to try again in a few years.
This morning Wilhelm informed me that he couldn't tell.
It would seem I'm not destined for whiskers. I'll have to try again in a few years.
Written By Vanora
April 3, 2019, 1:58 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Know that I remember.
I said this once, when you told me you were destined to die young. It broke my heart to hear, and denial filled my every pore, and yet, I believed you, and I carried on. I said this:
"If you fall before I do, I promise to continue this work...to neither rest nor pause until we've ensured the proper place for our children. As pawns to no one and nothing. This is my oath to you."
And you said.
"I will hold you to it, Vanora Grimhall. And you have my oath that I won't let my sacrifice be in vain. I plan to leave you more than ashes to build from when I'm gone."
It wasn't how we planned, it wasn't what we planned, and yet I know there are more than ashes to build from. Your final gift is everything to me, the key to the future, to glory, to freedom. Yet I treasure it as much for the source as the object, because it is from you.
"Promise me that my statue in the Hall of Heroes will have me facing from behind so that my ass can be admired for eternity. And .....can kiss it."
I promise, Eleyna. I do.
I will see you again soon. This is not goodbye.
I said this once, when you told me you were destined to die young. It broke my heart to hear, and denial filled my every pore, and yet, I believed you, and I carried on. I said this:
"If you fall before I do, I promise to continue this work...to neither rest nor pause until we've ensured the proper place for our children. As pawns to no one and nothing. This is my oath to you."
And you said.
"I will hold you to it, Vanora Grimhall. And you have my oath that I won't let my sacrifice be in vain. I plan to leave you more than ashes to build from when I'm gone."
It wasn't how we planned, it wasn't what we planned, and yet I know there are more than ashes to build from. Your final gift is everything to me, the key to the future, to glory, to freedom. Yet I treasure it as much for the source as the object, because it is from you.
"Promise me that my statue in the Hall of Heroes will have me facing from behind so that my ass can be admired for eternity. And .....can kiss it."
I promise, Eleyna. I do.
I will see you again soon. This is not goodbye.
Written By Miranda
April 3, 2019, 12:15 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
It's always the little things...
People can say they love you, that they care, that they'll always be there for you.
They can say how much you mean to them and that they adore you.
They can claim they hate you or that you are nothing to them.
These are all words.
Actions, speak louder than words.
I hear you loud and clear.
People can say they love you, that they care, that they'll always be there for you.
They can say how much you mean to them and that they adore you.
They can claim they hate you or that you are nothing to them.
These are all words.
Actions, speak louder than words.
I hear you loud and clear.
Written By Rymarr
April 3, 2019, 10:23 a.m.(11/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
P.P.S. Dumpling, not Buttercup. I helped name her and can't even get it right as I'm writing it down. Dumpling! Not Buttercup. It should also be stated that I wouldn't really have a statue of you erected fashioned from carved genitals. I've got too much respect for you to actually commit to that lame joke.
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