Written By Kedehern
Feb. 24, 2019, 7:52 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Is it me, or have these few weeks been slower than most?
Written By Harper
Feb. 24, 2019, 7:32 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
I love my husband. I really, truly do. But next time he gets a wild hair to send in a bunch of petitions... there's gonna be words. Maybe more than words. Kicking his arse when he needs it is in my wedding vows, thanks to High Lord Victus!
At least we found the culprit for one problem. I can't remember how many requests he sent in though. It's gonna be a long month, or two, or three...
At least we found the culprit for one problem. I can't remember how many requests he sent in though. It's gonna be a long month, or two, or three...
Written By Rinel
Feb. 24, 2019, 7:31 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
I considered writing this in a black journal, but that seemed to me almost an attempt at hiding. If the Count Bravura should see this, then so be it. I am tired of secrets.
I begin to despair of any reconciliation between myself and Count Amadeo. Neither he nor I will budge on the singular issue that divides us. In truth, I do not know whether it is an issue of pride--which I have grown to learn that both of us possess in excess of our stations--or a deeper matter altogether. But deep or no, the chasm that divides us remains unbridged, and with every passing day that yawning gulf seems to widen. I regret, in part, the circumstances that led to the severing of our relationship; I mourn the loss of company and intellect.
I shall continue to pray to Lord Limerance that comity be restored--but I have begun to pray to Lady Lagoma as well. All things change, and, in time, all things end. Perhaps it is time to let the field lie fallow for a season. Growth of a new crop may yet come.
I begin to despair of any reconciliation between myself and Count Amadeo. Neither he nor I will budge on the singular issue that divides us. In truth, I do not know whether it is an issue of pride--which I have grown to learn that both of us possess in excess of our stations--or a deeper matter altogether. But deep or no, the chasm that divides us remains unbridged, and with every passing day that yawning gulf seems to widen. I regret, in part, the circumstances that led to the severing of our relationship; I mourn the loss of company and intellect.
I shall continue to pray to Lord Limerance that comity be restored--but I have begun to pray to Lady Lagoma as well. All things change, and, in time, all things end. Perhaps it is time to let the field lie fallow for a season. Growth of a new crop may yet come.
Written By Rinel
Feb. 24, 2019, 7:25 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
This comes some days late, but... you see? I have learned to hold my tongue, at times.
Written By Rinel
Feb. 24, 2019, 7:24 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
I endured my time in the Shrine of the Thirteenth. I did not feel as though I experienced the self-reflection that the Archscholar desired of me, so I have spent another week in the Shrine of the Lost. There, I am able to feel myself in my entirety. The Shrine of the Thirteenth is oppressive, inward-focused. In the Shrine of the Dream--that is what I have taken to calling it--I see myself as a mote of colour upon a painting that spans creation, or a single pebble tossed into a vast and boundless sea. The effects my actions have on others--that is where I can truly reflect upon myself.
To judge oneself by the laws of the Gods and the effects one has on others... it is not an Orthodox position. But it is, in many ways, a stricter one.
And yet somehow it seems more freeing.
To judge oneself by the laws of the Gods and the effects one has on others... it is not an Orthodox position. But it is, in many ways, a stricter one.
And yet somehow it seems more freeing.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 24, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Oliver's chair is in the Crafters guildhall, a memorial and a comfort to me. I wonder if this should become a tradition, for passed Crafters to have a space of seating in their name, so that those that live now can appreciate the foundation left behind but them that came before. I will admit, it brings me solace to sit where he sat, to hold our daughter and kiss her face between petitions and discussions with peers and fellows.
Random thoughts from a melancholy woman in a rare moment; the sun comes out readily enough and the clouds burn away like soft mist.
Random thoughts from a melancholy woman in a rare moment; the sun comes out readily enough and the clouds burn away like soft mist.
Written By Andry
Feb. 24, 2019, 6:32 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Following some of the debates that have arose in the wake of my talk on Civilization, I want to make it clear that while examining an aspect in isolation you can find unsavory courses of actions may embody that aspect. Does that mean those actions are in accordance to the god or the pantheon? It's not that easy. A righteous action needs to take all the aspects into account, Avarice may build Cities but Avarice is not Gild. Gild is the godess of mutual prosperity, making something better not just for yourself but for everyone and sharing your gifts with those who need them and that is the kind of civilization we should aspire to build.
Written By Olivia
Feb. 24, 2019, 4:45 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
I moved in to Aislin's old room in an attempt to ditch the kitten than has, unfortunately decided to become attached to me or something.
It has followed me.
Will anyone save me from such a fate?
It has followed me.
Will anyone save me from such a fate?
Written By Raymesin
Feb. 24, 2019, 4:42 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Seems there's more unsettling things in the world than mirrors, or people who look a lot like your own self.
Who was that woman? An omen, I think, perhaps for both good and ill. A strange one, at the very least. I think I might know who she is. Was. But... I can't be sure.
I won't be investigating that spot alone. Or at night. And yet, I'm rather looking forward to it.
Who was that woman? An omen, I think, perhaps for both good and ill. A strange one, at the very least. I think I might know who she is. Was. But... I can't be sure.
I won't be investigating that spot alone. Or at night. And yet, I'm rather looking forward to it.
Written By Dariel
Feb. 24, 2019, 4:27 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
Part of me wonders if Lord Domonico will still have that stick up his butt when he walks down the aisle.
Written By Tesha
Feb. 24, 2019, 4:24 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Some things just come out of the blue. After the last few months this sudden surprise is not an unhappy one. Which I'm grateful for. I'm still processing and there's a small sliver of hope left still.
Written By Venturo
Feb. 24, 2019, 4:11 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
A recent conversation with the Marquessa reminded me it's been just over two years since I started the Raconteur upon my arrival at Arx. Our debate continues between the merits of skill and luck, and how each has (or has not) played a roll in my turn of fortunes since I first set foot in this city. The key, I think, is an admittance that there is a balance to these things. I can think of no better way to celebrate my time here, and all that has been accomplished than the carnival that will be taking place tonight.
Written By Duarte
Feb. 24, 2019, 3:23 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
My visit to Setarco was glorious. There is no place quite like the Silken City and no finer place to call home. The statue is wonderous and will inspire all as a testament to the creativity and capabilities of people. Well done to those who oversaw the task from planning and design to funding and construction.
Written By Norwood
Feb. 24, 2019, 2:50 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
The hives are doing well. Now I just need a competent beekeeper for when we have to leave the house.
Written By Bliss
Feb. 24, 2019, 2:39 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Avary
As Aleksei said, it's very important, I think, to understand my statement wasn't a defense of slavery in any way shape or form. Civilizations have arisen on the backs of slaves - very successful ones, and of this, there's really no doubt. At the same time, we must ask ourselves: Is this who we want to be, or do we want to be something better than that? Can we be?
We're something new and different in the world, still. Is that worth preserving?
We're something new and different in the world, still. Is that worth preserving?
Written By Klaus
Feb. 24, 2019, 12:37 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Where did the Princess Consort get that red dress and can she talk Coraline into wearing one. With my hips I would never be able to pull it off so has to be Coraline.
Written By Klaus
Feb. 24, 2019, 12:34 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
I just wanted a pubic record of my love for you.
Written By Klaus
Feb. 24, 2019, 12:33 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
I am sick. It is Doreen's fault I am sure.
Written By Willow
Feb. 24, 2019, 11:01 a.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
It is perhaps fortunate that I both have a number of older brothers and also refuse to marry out of my House. It makes the fact that most of my dalliances are wildly inappropriate weigh less at me. I had an intended once as a teenager. He was killed before my eyes. I am certain there is some exception which would involve both marrying /up/ and being attracted to the person in question which might persuade me, but as there has only been one to fit that criteria and they seem to be involved with someone older than I already, that seems unlikely.
Still, if I should find a prospective match who would marry in rather than me being expected to marry out, I am not dead set against a match. I am too bound up in my identity as a northerner to feel comfortable owing fealty to another land. I think the only other land I would feel like I could really identify with is Lenosia. The love of beauty, the romantic aspect, and the embrace of eccentricities and oddities and love of the arts, I feel a deep appreciation for and love of. It is little surprise, in that light, that my childhood friend also married Lenosian.
Still, if I should find a prospective match who would marry in rather than me being expected to marry out, I am not dead set against a match. I am too bound up in my identity as a northerner to feel comfortable owing fealty to another land. I think the only other land I would feel like I could really identify with is Lenosia. The love of beauty, the romantic aspect, and the embrace of eccentricities and oddities and love of the arts, I feel a deep appreciation for and love of. It is little surprise, in that light, that my childhood friend also married Lenosian.
Written By Leta
Feb. 24, 2019, 10:21 a.m.(8/18/1010 AR)
It had been a while since I last had a proper spar. I don't miss the bruises and the aches at all. I cursed myself proper the next morning. Why, there's parts of me I had almost forgotten I had, and they were all too eager to remind me. All my ointments for such things had gone off, and that's after I spent a good deal of the morning looking for where I'd put them away. Still, I didn't do too poorly. I think I got more tired than I might have, once upon a time, but some things you don't forget. It's not like I haven't practiced a bit now and then to keep from rusting solid, just not with someone else hitting me back.
I still feel useless most days, but at least I know I won't chop my own foot first thing if need be.
I still feel useless most days, but at least I know I won't chop my own foot first thing if need be.
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