Written By Klaus
Dec. 23, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Soon I am to be a Prince of Thrax. I am looking forward to all of it save in one regard.
Their preference in food.
What is wrong with dead swine and cattle? They taste very good! Especially pig with a nice honey glaze roasted over a spit.
Wait...since it is a Thrax wedding does it mean Thrax food at the feast?
Is it too late to reconsider?
Their preference in food.
What is wrong with dead swine and cattle? They taste very good! Especially pig with a nice honey glaze roasted over a spit.
Wait...since it is a Thrax wedding does it mean Thrax food at the feast?
Is it too late to reconsider?
Written By Klaus
Dec. 23, 2018, 2:38 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
By the High Lady's definition, I am already a Thrax by taking a live, living thing with many tentacles and despite its best effort using said tentacles, consuming it and listening to its death cry as it wiggle and squirmed its way all down my gullet. If anyone would know it is her.
Though why Coraline insisted it was baptism in freezing cold water I need to have words about.
Though why Coraline insisted it was baptism in freezing cold water I need to have words about.
Written By Klaus
Dec. 23, 2018, 2:35 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Next time, I push you into the ice cold freezing water....
Written By Duarte
Dec. 23, 2018, 2:28 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
She has been rather caustic recently and extremely moody. Insulting, too. Ungrateful. Sanctimonious. Endlessly cavilling.
It's hardly worth taking seriously. It's rather cute, actually.
It's hardly worth taking seriously. It's rather cute, actually.
Written By Duarte
Dec. 23, 2018, 2:22 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
It's quite the thing to watch people feeling so inexplicably morose. I've often believed that one chooses to feel how they feel. I'm not so sure this is the case at the moment.
Written By Alrec
Dec. 23, 2018, 2:13 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
I find inspiration and admiration from the stories of Queen Triscali Grayson, the Liberator of Arvum. She once said,
"Be bold - and be smart.
Find the thing that matter most to you and reach out and seize it.
Every man and woman in this compact holds the power to reshape this world with their own two hands.
Commoner or King."
"Be bold - and be smart.
Find the thing that matter most to you and reach out and seize it.
Every man and woman in this compact holds the power to reshape this world with their own two hands.
Commoner or King."
Written By Reigna
Dec. 23, 2018, 1:38 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Emotions are like waves in the ocean. Implacable, primal, stirred by forces we cannot ken. Powerful and able to defy all proper thought and the rules we set for the world we live in. The more we seek to master them, tame them and force them into our control the more defiant they become. Oh, you might build a wall to break those waves, but it will someday crack under the weight of their fury and the endless churn of the tide within.
This last wave of despondence and despair is a tragic thing, but it is, I believe, the result of trying to force our hand over our hearts. In times like these, perhaps the only thing to do is to lean into that pain. Embrace it. Sequester yourself away and give into the sorrow that ravages through you like a tempest. Give into the agony that tears at you. And when you have surrendered, fully, I promise there will be peace.
The most important bit in there, was that you do so while *alone*. For decisions made in those moments of agony are almost guaranteed to be terrible ones. Take all these divorces. Love within a political marriage is, and this might be a contentious musing, but remember these are my own thoughts, just my opinions and musings, but I do believe that love within a political match is a liability. I love my husband with my full heart, but there have been and continue to be, many times in which that very love has caused great pain and stress between us. Thankfully that has yet to result in a misstep politically, for we both, blessedly, are stubborn, stubborn people and loathe to take rash action. Well, he is. I am more impulsive in nature, he has a steadying effect on me which I very much appreciate.
Do not get me wrong, I would not change a single thing about my marriage, nor could I even imagine being wed to another. But, as I have said numerous times before, a noble's life is not their own. They must think beyond the bounds of their own being, pushing down their desires in favor of what is better for their people. Love can make us terribly selfish, it can pull us into a place where there exists just you and your lover. It can be that much harder to fight against the desires of the heart, when there are two hearts that beat within your breast. Or more, I suppose, if you are into that sort of thing.
I am sorrowful for all those lost to their own personal tempests, and I wish for them to heal as best they are able. We cannot let ourselves break upon the unruly tide. We must remember, that even in the darkest despair that there is, and always will be, hope.
This last wave of despondence and despair is a tragic thing, but it is, I believe, the result of trying to force our hand over our hearts. In times like these, perhaps the only thing to do is to lean into that pain. Embrace it. Sequester yourself away and give into the sorrow that ravages through you like a tempest. Give into the agony that tears at you. And when you have surrendered, fully, I promise there will be peace.
The most important bit in there, was that you do so while *alone*. For decisions made in those moments of agony are almost guaranteed to be terrible ones. Take all these divorces. Love within a political marriage is, and this might be a contentious musing, but remember these are my own thoughts, just my opinions and musings, but I do believe that love within a political match is a liability. I love my husband with my full heart, but there have been and continue to be, many times in which that very love has caused great pain and stress between us. Thankfully that has yet to result in a misstep politically, for we both, blessedly, are stubborn, stubborn people and loathe to take rash action. Well, he is. I am more impulsive in nature, he has a steadying effect on me which I very much appreciate.
Do not get me wrong, I would not change a single thing about my marriage, nor could I even imagine being wed to another. But, as I have said numerous times before, a noble's life is not their own. They must think beyond the bounds of their own being, pushing down their desires in favor of what is better for their people. Love can make us terribly selfish, it can pull us into a place where there exists just you and your lover. It can be that much harder to fight against the desires of the heart, when there are two hearts that beat within your breast. Or more, I suppose, if you are into that sort of thing.
I am sorrowful for all those lost to their own personal tempests, and I wish for them to heal as best they are able. We cannot let ourselves break upon the unruly tide. We must remember, that even in the darkest despair that there is, and always will be, hope.
Written By Shae
Dec. 23, 2018, 1:13 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
The spring planting will be here soon, and I have to say I'm greatly looking forward to it.
Written By Kedehern
Dec. 23, 2018, 1:10 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Baron Norwood seems amenable to my request to possibly join him on his scouting endeavor. Hopefully things will turn out less 'eventful' than the last foray out.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 23, 2018, 1:10 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
I strongly encourage houses considering treaties to spend time and care crafting their alliances. Consider not only what your alliance will look like now, but also what it will look like ten years from now. Speak to priests and disciples of Limerance while you are involved in the process of crafting your agreements in the first place. Talk to a lawyer about what your treaty language will actually do to you should you come to a point in the future where one or another party in privity to an agreement will be seeking release from their oath.
This isn't about me. Ilvin is a very nice man who shouldn't have to deal with all this.
This isn't about me. Ilvin is a very nice man who shouldn't have to deal with all this.
Written By Venturo
Dec. 23, 2018, 1:01 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
In my travels, I've seen my fair share of down trodden times, and those who dwell in the taverns and bars to drown their sorrows. But this, the past day? Everything else pales in comparison. It even puts the melancholy of the green snow to shame.
Written By Esoka
Dec. 23, 2018, 12:53 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
There's so much sadness in the city right now. In the world. I was plagued by strange dreams the night the clocktower came down. Nightmares of destruction and death I can barely recall upon waking. I feel something good was lost, even if I don't understand it quite, and I've prayed to the Queen of Endings much of late, mourning what I only knew the edges of.
Some are giving into despair, but I think I've pushed past it. There's so much light in my life, and I want to hold to it fast right now. Protect it and make it all the brighter. A very wise person once told me that the only path I HAD to follow in life was to live it, to embrace it, to make it my own. There shall always be evil to fight and awful days, but there will be wonderful ones, too, and I shall try to hold them in my mind and heart as a shield.
I was praying a few nights ago, not to the Queen of Endings as the shepherd of Death, but to the Mother of Beginnings. For I learned that Calaudrin and I expect our first child come autumn. I pray he or she shall be healthy, and I promise we'll make the best home for them we can. It fills me up with joy, this new life, this promise of furthering our name and love and creating something new and good.
As I prayed with my husband and we talked of our future, we saw a shooting star in the sky. Was it an omen? I'm no mystic, but I think so, and I think it was a good one. I'll take it as one, at least, and forge on to all the joys I can hold in my life, even if there are moments of despair. There's much happiness in the world, too, and I'll take all of it I'm able while I can.
Some are giving into despair, but I think I've pushed past it. There's so much light in my life, and I want to hold to it fast right now. Protect it and make it all the brighter. A very wise person once told me that the only path I HAD to follow in life was to live it, to embrace it, to make it my own. There shall always be evil to fight and awful days, but there will be wonderful ones, too, and I shall try to hold them in my mind and heart as a shield.
I was praying a few nights ago, not to the Queen of Endings as the shepherd of Death, but to the Mother of Beginnings. For I learned that Calaudrin and I expect our first child come autumn. I pray he or she shall be healthy, and I promise we'll make the best home for them we can. It fills me up with joy, this new life, this promise of furthering our name and love and creating something new and good.
As I prayed with my husband and we talked of our future, we saw a shooting star in the sky. Was it an omen? I'm no mystic, but I think so, and I think it was a good one. I'll take it as one, at least, and forge on to all the joys I can hold in my life, even if there are moments of despair. There's much happiness in the world, too, and I'll take all of it I'm able while I can.
Written By Cambria
Dec. 23, 2018, 11:38 a.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Some people grow weak in the face of adversity. They wilt. Others are strengthened by it.
The vows I made are vows I shall keep.
The vows I made are vows I shall keep.
Written By Faye
Dec. 23, 2018, 10:28 a.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Every day is a new day. How exhausting. Every day is a new day.
Written By Khanne
Dec. 23, 2018, 10:12 a.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Hope.
It has long been my mantra. In the face of the darknesses of the world.... hope. When all seemed lost.... hope. When I was frightened about the dangers I and my loved ones face.... hope. Hope keeps me pushing forward, striving for better. Hope keeps me focused and determined. Hope makes me fight harder to push the darkness further away so that we can let in the light.
Hope.
And yet, now, when I have made hope my promise... when I need to embrace it the most.... I feel so lost and so full of despair. I feel so very alone.
I'm not though. I am not alone.. I know this, in my rational mind. I know this. I have many friends and family who love me and whom I love. I know, deep down, my despair comes from one of my greatest fears coming true... the thing I fight so hard to do my part to prevent... happened. That is a reality that just shatters me to my core and all I want is to be comforted and assured that it did not happen... it's all just a bad nightmare.
Again, rational me knows that thanks to Copper, it happened, but didn't. Thanks to her selflessness and sacrifice, to her love for humanity itself.... thanks to HER hope... we have another chance.
My only option is to comfort others who need comfort, and somehow comfort myself in the process, and continue to hope.
Because now, I have to be more determined. I have to fight harder. I have to hope more.
Hope.
It has long been my mantra. In the face of the darknesses of the world.... hope. When all seemed lost.... hope. When I was frightened about the dangers I and my loved ones face.... hope. Hope keeps me pushing forward, striving for better. Hope keeps me focused and determined. Hope makes me fight harder to push the darkness further away so that we can let in the light.
Hope.
And yet, now, when I have made hope my promise... when I need to embrace it the most.... I feel so lost and so full of despair. I feel so very alone.
I'm not though. I am not alone.. I know this, in my rational mind. I know this. I have many friends and family who love me and whom I love. I know, deep down, my despair comes from one of my greatest fears coming true... the thing I fight so hard to do my part to prevent... happened. That is a reality that just shatters me to my core and all I want is to be comforted and assured that it did not happen... it's all just a bad nightmare.
Again, rational me knows that thanks to Copper, it happened, but didn't. Thanks to her selflessness and sacrifice, to her love for humanity itself.... thanks to HER hope... we have another chance.
My only option is to comfort others who need comfort, and somehow comfort myself in the process, and continue to hope.
Because now, I have to be more determined. I have to fight harder. I have to hope more.
Hope.
Written By Domonico
Dec. 23, 2018, 9:38 a.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I never thought I'd say this or put it to paper, but I miss my brother.
Written By Lisebet
Dec. 23, 2018, 9:16 a.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
The world is in a state of sadness. There must be something to be done to cheer everyone up.
Written By Ida
Dec. 23, 2018, 7:20 a.m.(3/21/1010 AR)
Despite somewhat recent forays into romantics, I think being officially married once in my life is probably more than enough.
Written By Marian
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:49 a.m.(3/21/1010 AR)
A few weeks out in the field with my warriors, visiting the training camps gave me a renewed sense of purpose.
I am glad to be home to see Nia and twins. It's clear they missed their momma with all the tears. There's a large stack on my desk, waiting for me to attend to it. I don't find myself rushing to read those messages. Instead I spend the evening with my children, holding them close.
I am glad to be home to see Nia and twins. It's clear they missed their momma with all the tears. There's a large stack on my desk, waiting for me to attend to it. I don't find myself rushing to read those messages. Instead I spend the evening with my children, holding them close.
Written By Quenia
Dec. 23, 2018, 6:38 a.m.(3/21/1010 AR)
Times like these make me feel really good about not having gotten married. Really very good. Now I don't have a divorce to consider, because by the Gods that would be some messy business to get out of with the Faith. It probably would have all just ended badly anyway. I mean, considering the first person I courted was a traitor, and all.
I live vicariously through others and their relationships.
I live vicariously through others and their relationships.
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