Written By Lore
Feb. 16, 2019, 2:33 a.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Your work is amazing and I am proud to wear it on my finger for more reasons than one!
Written By Valentina
Feb. 16, 2019, 1:42 a.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
On this day, the great project of House Pravus is complete!
The Titan of Setarco stands tall to welcome all who sail into the Drowned Bay and let them know the glory of the Pravosi. It is an enormous statue of Procella Pravus that took an incredible amount of manpower and resources to build. It stands as a true world wonder, a testament to the largesse of the House which built it.
The project was under the direction of Valentina Pravus, with the backing of Belladonna and Vivianna. Sebastian was the architect of its design, while Beatrice managed the onsite construction. Nisaa spread word far and wide, as Althea lured and gathered skilled artisans and craftspeople from all over the world to work on the masterpiece. Lucrezia was instrumental in shipping supplies, ensuring on-time deliveries. The entire colossal thing was built in far less time than it was believed to have been possible.
None who witnessed it's unveiling, or who sail under it's shadow, will ever forget such a breathtaking sight. Today all of House Pravus stands as one in the light of their great accomplishment and knows the reasons they have to be proud.
-Lady Valentina Pravus, the Silver Sun of Nilanza, Crimson Shark and Dowager Duchess of Setarco
The Titan of Setarco stands tall to welcome all who sail into the Drowned Bay and let them know the glory of the Pravosi. It is an enormous statue of Procella Pravus that took an incredible amount of manpower and resources to build. It stands as a true world wonder, a testament to the largesse of the House which built it.
The project was under the direction of Valentina Pravus, with the backing of Belladonna and Vivianna. Sebastian was the architect of its design, while Beatrice managed the onsite construction. Nisaa spread word far and wide, as Althea lured and gathered skilled artisans and craftspeople from all over the world to work on the masterpiece. Lucrezia was instrumental in shipping supplies, ensuring on-time deliveries. The entire colossal thing was built in far less time than it was believed to have been possible.
None who witnessed it's unveiling, or who sail under it's shadow, will ever forget such a breathtaking sight. Today all of House Pravus stands as one in the light of their great accomplishment and knows the reasons they have to be proud.
-Lady Valentina Pravus, the Silver Sun of Nilanza, Crimson Shark and Dowager Duchess of Setarco
Written By Sebastian
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:47 p.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
She is a great masterpiece, our Procella Pravus. Maybe the greatest thing I'll ever design. Certainly the largest by far -- a massive titan that towers above Setarco.
The sight of Procella Pravus standing over the harbor as one sails through the Drowned Bay into the Silken City is a sight to behold. One that will lift my heart upwards whenever I sail into Setarco -- and one that already makes me despair when I have to leave her presence.
That she will always be there, long after I'm gone, gives me comfort.
I will be forever grateful to Pravus and her allies for allowing me the opportunity to craft such a magnificent thing.
The sight of Procella Pravus standing over the harbor as one sails through the Drowned Bay into the Silken City is a sight to behold. One that will lift my heart upwards whenever I sail into Setarco -- and one that already makes me despair when I have to leave her presence.
That she will always be there, long after I'm gone, gives me comfort.
I will be forever grateful to Pravus and her allies for allowing me the opportunity to craft such a magnificent thing.
Written By Fairen
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:29 p.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
I don't mention it enough, perhaps, but my daughter's now a couple of months past her first birthday and she just continues to grow and grow. It's fascinating watching her, a little person constantly looking out at the world around her. I only hope she comes to like reading. I have a lot of books for her to read.
Written By Acantha
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:27 p.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
I think some changes are in order. For what I'm working on and for me personally. I'm hoping that things will fall into place and that people won't be angry with me.
Written By Acantha
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:27 p.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
I think some changes are in order. For what I'm working on and for me personally. I'm hoping that things will fall into place and that people won't be angry with me.
Written By Arianna
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:23 p.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Valentina
You have created something lasting and great, impressive leadership cousin. Procella's likeness and her legend will forever be intrinsically interchangeable with Valentina and Belladonna Pravus. The great leaders of Setarco who performed such a grand feat as this.
Written By Miranda
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:14 p.m.(8/1/1010 AR)
When bullies get what's coming to them only the prank goes too far.
I mean, seriously.
This is what duels are for.
And big brothers or sisters.
And swords.
Magic is for the experts.
I mean, seriously.
This is what duels are for.
And big brothers or sisters.
And swords.
Magic is for the experts.
Written By Josephine
Feb. 15, 2019, 5:52 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
There is a profound sense of joy that I am filled with when I am called to create something that will be placed upon the finger of another when they are asked to bind their hands. Noble or commoner, I care not. These pieces? These are pieces that the whole of my heart is thrown behind and I confess, perhaps they get filled before others. Wedding bands are such personal things, so unique. I like to hear the story of how they met, to know how the one will ask the other. To take the personality or the desires, and make something truly unique. The embodiment of them as a pair.
Congratulations.
You have some of my finest and favourite work upon your finger. Now to stop rubbing my thumb upon my own wedding band. It never quite goes away, that longing. I am grateful for the time we had. Do take care of them up there. Till one day I join you. Till then, I've more things to make for more people to give to those they love. Even if it's themselves.
Congratulations.
You have some of my finest and favourite work upon your finger. Now to stop rubbing my thumb upon my own wedding band. It never quite goes away, that longing. I am grateful for the time we had. Do take care of them up there. Till one day I join you. Till then, I've more things to make for more people to give to those they love. Even if it's themselves.
Written By Jennyva
Feb. 15, 2019, 4:29 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
So that's where the pies went!
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 15, 2019, 3:34 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
A quiet week spent studying and dealing with wedding preparations... this is not a bad thing. But I do wonder what is going to happen next.
Written By Amari
Feb. 15, 2019, 3:26 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Venturo
Pay no mind to Venturo's warning. Taking a spin on wheelie horse is great fun and not potentially fatal at all. Although, admittedly, I should have insisted he wear a helmet and padding.
I did apologize after he regained consciousness!
I did apologize after he regained consciousness!
Written By Caspian
Feb. 15, 2019, 2:51 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Did you hear I'm married? Yes, I am, to a beautiful woman named Lore. Be jealous!
Written By Niklas
Feb. 15, 2019, 2:38 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
So the head of state of a foreign nation is leading an army on Arvum's soil?
Neat.
Neat.
Written By Rysen
Feb. 15, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
I recently had the privilege of meeting Princess Sorrel, though, not for the first time in my life, I wish I had drunk significantly less ale beforehand. In all that has been said in fable or romance of warrior princesses, Sorrel exceeds them all. She arrived with a vast retinue, smiled, drank, and spoke warmly on the subjects of which I had inquired - yet never did her aura of dignity and power wane. She mentioned teaching at the Bard's College, and I shall look forward to seeing her there in the future, and, perhaps having the opportunity to hear her sing.
Before taking her leave, the Princess introduced me to Gianna Whisper, the Nightingale of the Bard's College. I find it... difficult to describe Gianna. Unlike the Princess, she was not warm, and yet was not unkind. All of her words and actions seemed calculated. She seems to me a woman wearing a mask - and what is it that lies beneath that mask? A sensitive soul, wounded, perhaps, by some trauma of her past? A scheming spirit of malice, moving pawns towards some insidious end? Or is it merely some natural disposition she has had since birth, such that no word, expression or action should arise but through her conscious will? Or something else entirely?
This much, though, I can say about the Nightingale of the Bard's College: she inspires a desire to push one's artistic limits, to crack that impenetrable mask, and force, through all the power of passionate and soaring verse, smiles, tears or laughter, and prove that one's art can touch even the most guarded of hearts.
In response to my inquiries into the Bard's College, Gianna asked me to perform a poem on the spot. I recited a sonnet in the old courtly style, and, though I am unsure of her true reaction, it seemed to have been enough to grant me admission into that institution. But I swear to you, O gods and spirits of high arts - if that simple sonnet was enough to grant entry, I will shower the Nightingale's College in verse such that its renown shall never fade, and should a thousand years pass, poets will look to our time, and say, "that was the golden age of poetry in Arvum."
Before taking her leave, the Princess introduced me to Gianna Whisper, the Nightingale of the Bard's College. I find it... difficult to describe Gianna. Unlike the Princess, she was not warm, and yet was not unkind. All of her words and actions seemed calculated. She seems to me a woman wearing a mask - and what is it that lies beneath that mask? A sensitive soul, wounded, perhaps, by some trauma of her past? A scheming spirit of malice, moving pawns towards some insidious end? Or is it merely some natural disposition she has had since birth, such that no word, expression or action should arise but through her conscious will? Or something else entirely?
This much, though, I can say about the Nightingale of the Bard's College: she inspires a desire to push one's artistic limits, to crack that impenetrable mask, and force, through all the power of passionate and soaring verse, smiles, tears or laughter, and prove that one's art can touch even the most guarded of hearts.
In response to my inquiries into the Bard's College, Gianna asked me to perform a poem on the spot. I recited a sonnet in the old courtly style, and, though I am unsure of her true reaction, it seemed to have been enough to grant me admission into that institution. But I swear to you, O gods and spirits of high arts - if that simple sonnet was enough to grant entry, I will shower the Nightingale's College in verse such that its renown shall never fade, and should a thousand years pass, poets will look to our time, and say, "that was the golden age of poetry in Arvum."
Written By Karadoc
Feb. 15, 2019, 11:36 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabine
Scholars, it's a shame truly -- I think that my imperturbable wife may have taken ill. Although, I'll not say that to her face. I'm not stupid.
Written By Karadoc
Feb. 15, 2019, 11:33 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lycoris
Such happy news has made it's way to the palazzo. Tessere's liege-lord, Marquis Duncan Hawkmour, has found himself a match. I sincerely pray to all the Thirteen that the Marquessa Lycoris be welcomed within the city, where I hope she finds her way and flourishes amongst us.
Written By Teagan
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:32 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
I fear I live in a world gone mad, where men wear pride as armor and rally behind would-be murderers.
My sleep is fitful, dreams full of forests on fire and rivers of blood. Of death lists so long they spill off my desk, with the unfettered ambition crushing my fingers and pen so to not complete the letters of sympathy and apology. What are we become in the face of ambition and pride?
My sleep is fitful, dreams full of forests on fire and rivers of blood. Of death lists so long they spill off my desk, with the unfettered ambition crushing my fingers and pen so to not complete the letters of sympathy and apology. What are we become in the face of ambition and pride?
Written By Delilah
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:02 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Petal makes the most amazing pies. I am starving. Let it be known forever more that she's not only good at making clothes, but food to stain your clothes. If only aeterna shifts weren't so expensive!
Written By Gretchen
Feb. 15, 2019, 8:57 a.m.(7/27/1010 AR)
It's true. I'm amazing. How nice people are starting to notice.
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