Written By Draven
Dec. 17, 2018, 5:03 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowenova
Oh! I didn't plan on this! I woke up and my Wife has written a whole lot of Things about me! So much! So many lovely Things! I don't know what to write about her! Except I love her lots! That's my Wife! So sweet and caring!
Written By Nuala
Dec. 17, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
I have witnessed a soul too beautiful and bright to ever quench. That sun shines on me when I have no right to seek such light. In the warmth, I can bloom.
Written By Jael
Dec. 17, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
I would have found a way to give Barf an award if Countess Mia recognized his superior capabilities first!
Written By Miranda
Dec. 17, 2018, 3:34 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
This green-black snow is killing my absolute adoration for the fun, freezing white-stuff I've been enjoying for the first time in my life.
I'm not sure which Gods to pray to in order to help set this right, but I'm willing!
I want my snowball games to continue!
I'm not sure which Gods to pray to in order to help set this right, but I'm willing!
I want my snowball games to continue!
Written By Miranda
Dec. 17, 2018, 2:22 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
"Sweet Baroness!"
It suits you and barely expresses my appreciation for your tutelage.
Your wisdom and grace are also things I can only hope to achieve!
Thank you!
It suits you and barely expresses my appreciation for your tutelage.
Your wisdom and grace are also things I can only hope to achieve!
Thank you!
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Having the First Observer involved with the election feels a bit like extra security; while I trust my eyes and ears and hands, knowing there's someone there to make sure I don't slip is reassuring. First Observer Calarian, I hope you know how much you are appreciated.
Written By Jyri
Dec. 17, 2018, 1:04 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
I was patrolling, same beat as usual. Got completely lost, didn't remember any of the houses.
Took me a whole hour to get back on track.
This town, I swear, it keeps moving things around when I've got my back turned. Even Onida was confused.
Took me a whole hour to get back on track.
This town, I swear, it keeps moving things around when I've got my back turned. Even Onida was confused.
Written By Gilroy
Dec. 17, 2018, 12:22 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Just a quick thought for the good people of Arx who cannot go anywhere without a retinue of two dozen people there to pit their olives and keep them cool with grand peacock feather fans.
Maybe let them have the day off until the murdersnows stop?
I sorely doubt you pay them enough to get a bunch of welts and rashes making sure you don't ever have to carry your own hanky or worry about what happens with your dramatic cloak when you want to take it off.
Maybe let them have the day off until the murdersnows stop?
I sorely doubt you pay them enough to get a bunch of welts and rashes making sure you don't ever have to carry your own hanky or worry about what happens with your dramatic cloak when you want to take it off.
Written By Venturo
Dec. 17, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
While those who are far brighter than I see to this quite odd weather, there are still things that we all can do. The Raconteur will be providing extremely low cost drinks and discounts on casks to commoners. These have all been bottled and created before the current weather set in, and should provide a solid and safe source to refresh oneself with until the security of our other water sources can be verified. Equally, the breweries of the Raconteur across the land will be shipping in additional supplies, and I will happily donate to charities for those who need additional help.
Written By Sparte
Dec. 17, 2018, 11:37 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
The snow does not agree with Wilhelm, or Wilhelm does not agree with the snow. However you wish to interpret it, he will be working in the Barracks exclusively until it has passed. I want to thank him for the care he gave to ensuring my care while I was in the House of Solace ill, as well as the mercies who saw me revived so expertly, and Master Scholar Rinel who visited me regularly with news of the things I missed while confined to bedrest.
Written By Isabetta
Dec. 17, 2018, 11:05 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Sometimes you are mad at someone and you can totally see their side.
Did they go out of their way to tell others how great you are? Even if you're not? Did they do the best they could do to make you feel welcomed and to insist they wanted you around? But somehow that wasn't enough. You might have your reasons for your actions, but that doesn't mean the other party might not be deeply offended and deeply hurt. I recognize this is something that I did, but also that in the long run it was for the best. I can be sorry and relieved, I can find my actions unfortunate but also defend them. Sometimes the right course is only at best bittersweet.
Did they go out of their way to tell others how great you are? Even if you're not? Did they do the best they could do to make you feel welcomed and to insist they wanted you around? But somehow that wasn't enough. You might have your reasons for your actions, but that doesn't mean the other party might not be deeply offended and deeply hurt. I recognize this is something that I did, but also that in the long run it was for the best. I can be sorry and relieved, I can find my actions unfortunate but also defend them. Sometimes the right course is only at best bittersweet.
Written By Amari
Dec. 17, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
I'm so proud of Barf, the dog of indeterminate breed that I rescued from Reaver's Bog at the battle of the Black Keep. At Eddard's dog show, he didn't shake a paw, or roll over or play dead or even want to walk at one point, but he braved the seesaw. He looked at me as if it were some foul sorcery, but he did it all the same.
After the much more impressively trained dogs had won their prizes, Countess Mia bestowed upon him the title of "Most Determined". I'll have that inscribed on the collar he won. Hopefully, it will be the first of many accolades for Barf the bog dog.
After the much more impressively trained dogs had won their prizes, Countess Mia bestowed upon him the title of "Most Determined". I'll have that inscribed on the collar he won. Hopefully, it will be the first of many accolades for Barf the bog dog.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 17, 2018, 9:11 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my family or my homeland, with an instinctive, deep, unshakeable love.
I love it with every sense I possess: I love to see it, I love to breathe its perfume, I love to hear the elusive chords under silence, and I love the caress left by the starlight dancing on my outstretched hands.
I can dance under the revel of the constellations, a silhouette passing through the darkness. The night is a whole universe unto itself, and I am consumed by it, delighting in the intoxicating black immensity of space, a radiant mote in the everlasting.
I love it with every sense I possess: I love to see it, I love to breathe its perfume, I love to hear the elusive chords under silence, and I love the caress left by the starlight dancing on my outstretched hands.
I can dance under the revel of the constellations, a silhouette passing through the darkness. The night is a whole universe unto itself, and I am consumed by it, delighting in the intoxicating black immensity of space, a radiant mote in the everlasting.
Written By Carmen
Dec. 17, 2018, 8:51 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
The worst part of this job is when a person comes to you saying "Help me" and you know you can't do a damn thing for them.
Good news, I guess, is that we didn't see anything too terrible at the hospital from the snow. Some cuts and bruises on account of people being disoriented, a lot of vomit. You hand them a bucket, some water, some bread and tell them to sit still. They don't listen, which you knew that they wouldn't. You do it anyway because it's the only thing you have. It's a gods damned farse. These aren't soldiers. They're people. Normal, everyday civilians not doing anything but living. The whole world is sideways, and all you can do is hope that the people who know how to fix it, do.
If you're one of them: Thanks. Please help. In the meantime I'm substituting alcohol for water because that's a great idea.
(You know what works best on bruises? Snow. You know what I can't put on bruises today because it's green and acidy?
Seriously. Make it stop.)
Good news, I guess, is that we didn't see anything too terrible at the hospital from the snow. Some cuts and bruises on account of people being disoriented, a lot of vomit. You hand them a bucket, some water, some bread and tell them to sit still. They don't listen, which you knew that they wouldn't. You do it anyway because it's the only thing you have. It's a gods damned farse. These aren't soldiers. They're people. Normal, everyday civilians not doing anything but living. The whole world is sideways, and all you can do is hope that the people who know how to fix it, do.
If you're one of them: Thanks. Please help. In the meantime I'm substituting alcohol for water because that's a great idea.
(You know what works best on bruises? Snow. You know what I can't put on bruises today because it's green and acidy?
Seriously. Make it stop.)
Written By Preston
Dec. 17, 2018, 7:07 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
The Templars are often apart from others of the Faith in our thinking. I suspect this may be true of the Faith Militant more broadly, but I would not speak for Dame Thena. Our job is to see the threats that exist, and those that may come to be, and to defend the Faith come what may. It forces on us thinking that perhaps can be more conservative, more prone to defend rather than expose. Risk averse, perhaps. The reason is that though each area of the Faith is responsible for its areas, for its decisions, the cost for those decisions is often borne by our people. It is those we embrace as brothers, the people we see day in and day out, who suddenly one day we stop seeing. Whose names instead we write one final time on lists, before adding them to the rolls of the honoured dead.
If ever we seem tired, it is because of late we have written too many lines in those pages.
If ever we seem tired, it is because of late we have written too many lines in those pages.
Written By Jennyva
Dec. 17, 2018, 6:50 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
Now the general consensus around Graypeak is to never, ever eat the yellow snow. I think that this advice is also good for other colors like green or greenblack. But I don't think I will even risk popping out of my room and get touched by it. Seems like it'd stain, if nothing else.
Written By Gianna
Dec. 17, 2018, 6:06 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
Is this strange snow going to do something to my boots? It stings the skin, and leather is skin, and I quite like my boots. Particularly my tall boots, which are still rather new. If they become discoloured, I shall be very annoyed; the same with regards to my cloaks and clothing.
Written By Fianna
Dec. 17, 2018, 5:29 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
I'm struggling to find shelter for the horses, or atleast enough blankets to help cover them from this discolored "snow." The Volkov stable is full and I've got the rest of the horses to stay within the lean to's that are setup near the encampment. At the moment, none of them seem agitated or panicky, but I'm taking no risks. I'll stay with those underneath the lean to's to make sure this greenish-black snow doesn't hurt them. They are my livelihood and I owe them this much.
I'm not sure what this will mean for their food and water supply right now. I've plenty of hay, but water... I am uncertain.
I'm not sure what this will mean for their food and water supply right now. I've plenty of hay, but water... I am uncertain.
Written By Renata
Dec. 17, 2018, 3:02 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
Several more chests of my personal affairs have now arrived from Setarco, and since I am loathe to venture out in this phenomenom of green snow, I spent the afternoon unpacking and sorting my things.
I'm so glad that I did, for tucked inside the pocket of one of my oldest dresses, and one which might otherwise have been thrown out, I found an earring which I thought had been lost to me. I wept with joy. What silly and sentimental creatures we are to become so attached to simple things, and I am so happy that it was not truly lost, but simply misplaced. It is all I have left from before I was lost, and I will never let it from my care again.
I also discovered once more the gown which Vincenzo designed for my twenty-first natality. It holds within its folds the scent of the perfume I wore.
Will this snow never end?
I'm so glad that I did, for tucked inside the pocket of one of my oldest dresses, and one which might otherwise have been thrown out, I found an earring which I thought had been lost to me. I wept with joy. What silly and sentimental creatures we are to become so attached to simple things, and I am so happy that it was not truly lost, but simply misplaced. It is all I have left from before I was lost, and I will never let it from my care again.
I also discovered once more the gown which Vincenzo designed for my twenty-first natality. It holds within its folds the scent of the perfume I wore.
Will this snow never end?
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2018, 2:17 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
Note to self: When at bars with Carmen, volunteer -her- for the kissing.
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