Written By Jhond
Dec. 23, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(3/23/1010 AR)
So much dour and glum.. but adventure awaits! There is always another dawn to look forward to.
Written By Tikva
Dec. 23, 2018, 9:45 p.m.(3/23/1010 AR)
Sometimes, a piece of news can melt away all the frost around you and leave you with nothing but delight.
Written By Arik
Dec. 23, 2018, 9:44 p.m.(3/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowenova
Some people claim having children is difficult. I suppose it is but at the end of the day your children are shaped by you and the family. Having a strong willed retainer whom you want to see flourish must be infinitely more difficult. They came to you their own person and old enough to say 'No m'Lord'
Not that Scout Rowenova has ever told me no that I can recall.
Not that Scout Rowenova has ever told me no that I can recall.
Written By Arik
Dec. 23, 2018, 9:42 p.m.(3/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Helena
An interesting re-introduction to the Redrain Princess. I feel we have somewhat more in common to discuss now that my time as a Voice of Redrain is done... And I can share all my Princess Elgana stories with her.
This one time at dinner she said: Well not me Lord Arik, have you considered my sisters instead?
This one time at dinner she said: Well not me Lord Arik, have you considered my sisters instead?
Written By Lys
Dec. 23, 2018, 8:53 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Theo
Husband.
A strange, somewhat humbling thought. This is not where I thought we would end up when we first met, but here we are. Prince and Princess Velenosa. Royal family of the Lyceum. I am not one for public declarations, but let this be one for the white records, for our future descendants to read:
I pledge my fidelity to you. My loyalty, my heart, my all. I shall be your partner and together we will forge a bright, joyous future.
A strange, somewhat humbling thought. This is not where I thought we would end up when we first met, but here we are. Prince and Princess Velenosa. Royal family of the Lyceum. I am not one for public declarations, but let this be one for the white records, for our future descendants to read:
I pledge my fidelity to you. My loyalty, my heart, my all. I shall be your partner and together we will forge a bright, joyous future.
Written By Kenna
Dec. 23, 2018, 8:42 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
I watched little Cyril for a bit of time today. He's walking and does that really adorable babble that I'm sure he considers talking.
Watching him reminds me of why I joined the Iron Guard.
I want to protect him.
I want to protect all of the Cyrils of the world.
Watching him reminds me of why I joined the Iron Guard.
I want to protect him.
I want to protect all of the Cyrils of the world.
Written By Bliss
Dec. 23, 2018, 8:37 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Do not let grief turn into despair. Do not let mourning turn into spite.
You can bet that is what those who killed her want.
You can bet that is what those who killed her want.
Written By Gwenna
Dec. 23, 2018, 8:19 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Sometimes I find myself filled with such hope and think perhaps there are things I can change, can /do/, that matter on a more meaningful scale. Just as soon, however, I feel rather tiny; a small breeze in a hurricane of doings and this world. In such times of conflicting thought or doubt, I try to remember a story told to me when I was just a girl in Farhaven by one of the Seraphs. I won't tell it half as well, but will hope the point still might be made.
A little girl was walking along a beach throwing starfish from the sand back into the ocean. It was a sad scene with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of starfish having been washed up onto the shore. An old man watched this fruitless effort for a time before walking down the dunes to speak to her. "You will never be able to save them all, you know," he told her. "Oh, I know," she replied and kept along her task. "It would take months," he noted further. "Why are you even bothering when it won't make a difference?" Without pausing much, she held up a starfish and said, "It matters to this one," before throwing it into the embrace of the waves.
A small effort, even unnoticed, matters to someone. That is the thing I try to always keep close to heart.
A little girl was walking along a beach throwing starfish from the sand back into the ocean. It was a sad scene with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of starfish having been washed up onto the shore. An old man watched this fruitless effort for a time before walking down the dunes to speak to her. "You will never be able to save them all, you know," he told her. "Oh, I know," she replied and kept along her task. "It would take months," he noted further. "Why are you even bothering when it won't make a difference?" Without pausing much, she held up a starfish and said, "It matters to this one," before throwing it into the embrace of the waves.
A small effort, even unnoticed, matters to someone. That is the thing I try to always keep close to heart.
Written By Shard
Dec. 23, 2018, 8:12 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Emotion, emotion, emotion, with no obvious source. If this doesn't stop soon I'm going to start breaking things and it's not going to be a question of 'when' but 'how many'.
Written By Arthen
Dec. 23, 2018, 7:52 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
I went to the coziest poetry reading this week, put on by scholar Helena Redrain. A lot of funny folks there, made for a good time when everyone seemed to be feeling so down and the like. Princess Elgana asked me to escort her there, and only one guard tried to stop us to make sure I wasn't someone tryin' to pester her for spare coppers. That's a fair night, to me! The whole thing really did a lot to lift folks spirits up a bit, I figure.
Written By Etienne
Dec. 23, 2018, 7:43 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
This week I exhausted myself building a library, books are so heavy. I never had any idea when I asked people to fetch them from the library and bring them to me they were working so hard.
Written By Rinel
Dec. 23, 2018, 7:30 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Poetry is /hard/. I did not realise.
Written By Sabella
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:49 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
When things are at their darkest that is when light shines the brightest. You may not be able to see it just yet. Maybe it's around the next corner or even behind you, but it is there.
The place people most often overlook is within themselves.
The place people most often overlook is within themselves.
Written By Andry
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:12 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
In these times it's easy to wonder what we can do to fight corrupting influence and prevent tragedy. I believe if you live a fullfilling life, if you're building a legacy or giving those who need it a helping hand, then you're keeping evil at bay in a very real sense. We all have the capacity to leave the world better.
Written By Jaenelle
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:12 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
I am almost positive I am not planning a divorce at the moment. Life is far too busy, and my husband is effective and productive. It is easier to stay married, I think. Plus, he isn't that bad.
Written By Ajax
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:08 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
In between assignments, I attempt to be social with the general populace. All the talks of magic and what not goes right over my head. I know there is some truth towards them, and Princess Sorrel speaks of interesting history. But if the cost of us using such things like that stupid rain will the cost always be acceptable to use against our enemy? I'll just continue to trust the scholarly sort for now. Whatever all that was? I do not want to know. At least I ain't dreaming about Tyde anymore when I sleep.
Written By Karadoc
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:02 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
What's been going on with the city lately? It's all too strange.
Before any of you think that I was bitten by that bitter grief bug? Sorely mistaken. Wouldn't break those vows I made for anything. Especially since -- well
-- I'd hate to give a reason for any god to be pissed off with me.
Before any of you think that I was bitten by that bitter grief bug? Sorely mistaken. Wouldn't break those vows I made for anything. Especially since -- well
-- I'd hate to give a reason for any god to be pissed off with me.
Written By Jasher
Dec. 23, 2018, 5:18 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
A cat has been scratching on my door and making noises outside as if it wants to be let in. I suspect it is the kitten that had ransacked my room some time ago, but all of the Claw's brood look the same to me.
I've taken to studying in the library to evade the incessant meowing and scratching, but in turn I am treated to the sight of the heir of Maelstrom running into the shrine with kittens in tow.
The fish have my pity, but I suppose it is encouraging to see that the despair has not taken everything in Arx.
I've taken to studying in the library to evade the incessant meowing and scratching, but in turn I am treated to the sight of the heir of Maelstrom running into the shrine with kittens in tow.
The fish have my pity, but I suppose it is encouraging to see that the despair has not taken everything in Arx.
Written By Juniper
Dec. 23, 2018, 4:22 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
What a whirlwind the past week has been. But each time I've felt at my lowest a little light has come into my life to show me the way ahead. No matter what we each might feel, alone and in the dark, we as a people continue to look forward. What can we do but hope, so long as there's good still in the world? And there is good here, so very much of it.
Thank you to those who voted for me to take a seat on the Commoners' Council. When I submitted my name I did it without expectations and it was the surprise I needed to get through the despair-- and so really, in wanting to help others, you've helped me! Thank you. I'll do everything I can to make sure that your concerns, questions, and problems are heard and resolved.
Thank you.
Thank you to those who voted for me to take a seat on the Commoners' Council. When I submitted my name I did it without expectations and it was the surprise I needed to get through the despair-- and so really, in wanting to help others, you've helped me! Thank you. I'll do everything I can to make sure that your concerns, questions, and problems are heard and resolved.
Thank you.
Written By Meriah
Dec. 23, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Damn terrible thing happened at the Clinic. A dockworker had her leg crushed and, sadly, I had to amputate it post-haste.
Her husband was there, holding her hand the whole time. But slowly, over the course of the surgery--
They started bickering. I had to have him removed by an orderly to finish the world and sew up her stump.
When I went to tell the husband we were finished, he had left. Just _left_ her there.
Awful, awful business. Sometimes I don't understand people.
Her husband was there, holding her hand the whole time. But slowly, over the course of the surgery--
They started bickering. I had to have him removed by an orderly to finish the world and sew up her stump.
When I went to tell the husband we were finished, he had left. Just _left_ her there.
Awful, awful business. Sometimes I don't understand people.
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