Written By Bliss
Nov. 11, 2018, 8:29 p.m.(12/22/1009 AR)
Why are we, as a race, so afraid of our own emotions?
Written By Draven
Nov. 11, 2018, 8:25 p.m.(12/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ruslan
You're getting married! Yes! Good! Congratulations! I should write you more! I want to meet your Special Future Wife! If it's okay!
Written By Octavia
Nov. 11, 2018, 8 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
I really do need to spend more time with my nephew. Perhaps if the court was less chaotically busy, I'd have the time.
Written By Duarte
Nov. 11, 2018, 8 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
I have been remiss in training my steed - the tiniest donkey in all of Arvum - in preparation for the upcoming Donkey Knights tournament.
I so nearly won last time, and with no prior experience. I am sure if my donkey is more properly disciplined I can win!
So a I shall sit here and drink whiskey while I watch the animal trainer make sure of it.
I so nearly won last time, and with no prior experience. I am sure if my donkey is more properly disciplined I can win!
So a I shall sit here and drink whiskey while I watch the animal trainer make sure of it.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 11, 2018, 7:42 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Note to the staff:
Replace the pillows. I believe these have a tear, I've found loose feathers in my chambers.
Replace the pillows. I believe these have a tear, I've found loose feathers in my chambers.
Written By Faruq
Nov. 11, 2018, 7:33 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Things could have gone worse, they really could have. Nobody died at least. There is that. For that I am grateful. Not so much that my words have less reach. It is what it is, I will carry on and persevere. Nothing comes to those who do not struggle to see their dreams come true.
Written By Malesh
Nov. 11, 2018, 7:21 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Took one of the clerks with me to do some shopping. Or perhaps scouting it more the word for it. No purchases were executed, but a great deal of ink was spent making notes about what might be made mine in the future.
Written By Torian
Nov. 11, 2018, 7:14 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
It looks like the latest fad is to avoid mushrooms. Who knows what drives the peerage to favor or disfavor one thing or another. If a man could sort that out, he'd make a fortune staying ahead of the trends.
Written By Ida
Nov. 11, 2018, 6:57 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I get a diverse assortment of visitors to the shop, both of the two and four legged kind. There is always coffee about, sometimes hot chocolate, and a couple of baskets I keep on the worktable with snacks. One of the baskets I visit Matron Teldra in the Valardin kitchens for, which she'll fill with some muffins or biscuits that I think bring more people to the shop than the promise of a weapon. Those, obviously, for the two-leggers. The other basket is for Runty and Quill - some biscuits made from berries or I really don't even know. They like them, so I don't really question it. I can't say I haven't reached into the wrong basket on a late night of work and realized my mistake too late. I have to agree, though. Once you get past that pine flavor, they aren't so bad.
Written By Victus
Nov. 11, 2018, 6:48 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
I took my time back home to reflect. The 13th is not a being I can ever recommend the worship of, but to not acknowledge the darker parts of one's self is to invite much worse things. I bowed my head to acknowledge them while I sat inside the Maelstrom's walls.
I've four children now. Four of them. That should be more than enough to ensure at least one is worthy of the Thrax bloodline. I'd like to say that I was ready for at least one, you know. Truthfully, I don't think I was ready for any of them. I never looked at myself as the fatherly type. Never one who would settle down and raise a family. Merely an extension of my own House's will.
In my reflection I've seen how I still struggle, between the pull of my station and the pull of my past. What I've come to realize is that I no longer possess the time to delay.
It feels as though yesterday, Astrid was just a lump that slept the months away. Now, she walks. She talks. Sometimes anyway. Perhaps teaching her to use a weapon is just a day away. Perhaps her first decree as Princess of the Maelstrom is just next week. If I blink, I may miss it.
Time will not wait up for me. It's time I stopped dallying and started acting on what my House will need of me.
I've four children now. Four of them. That should be more than enough to ensure at least one is worthy of the Thrax bloodline. I'd like to say that I was ready for at least one, you know. Truthfully, I don't think I was ready for any of them. I never looked at myself as the fatherly type. Never one who would settle down and raise a family. Merely an extension of my own House's will.
In my reflection I've seen how I still struggle, between the pull of my station and the pull of my past. What I've come to realize is that I no longer possess the time to delay.
It feels as though yesterday, Astrid was just a lump that slept the months away. Now, she walks. She talks. Sometimes anyway. Perhaps teaching her to use a weapon is just a day away. Perhaps her first decree as Princess of the Maelstrom is just next week. If I blink, I may miss it.
Time will not wait up for me. It's time I stopped dallying and started acting on what my House will need of me.
Written By Cristoph
Nov. 11, 2018, 5:53 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
With the winter season coming, I'm frustrated to hear that there's been some banditry in our holdings. We'll no doubt need to increase troop movements along the roads until it ceases. House Laurent's first duty is of course, to the people under our charge.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 11, 2018, 5:47 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
[A colored sketch]
A dark figure sits crouched in a dark cell. Cell and figure are lit only by the great, swollen red moon visible through the bars, a great, red moon gravid with fire. The figure's dark eyes are their only distinguishing feature, and they glitter in the moon's light.
A dark figure sits crouched in a dark cell. Cell and figure are lit only by the great, swollen red moon visible through the bars, a great, red moon gravid with fire. The figure's dark eyes are their only distinguishing feature, and they glitter in the moon's light.
Written By Kenna
Nov. 11, 2018, 5:22 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
When it comes down to it - not amount of gifts I could give Marquis Rymarr could equal the advice and opportunity he has afforded to me.
I wish what I could do in return was not quite so paltry.
(Though, the painting that Guardsman Jyri made isn't paltry. I didn't mean to belittle it. Gifts are just inadequate to express my gratitude.)
I wish what I could do in return was not quite so paltry.
(Though, the painting that Guardsman Jyri made isn't paltry. I didn't mean to belittle it. Gifts are just inadequate to express my gratitude.)
Written By Draven
Nov. 11, 2018, 5:14 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Patron hunting! How does that happen! Is there a formula? Like Alchemy! I can do Alchemy! Maybe I can find a nice Patron too!
Written By Shard
Nov. 11, 2018, 4:54 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Exactly how drunk did you get last night?
Written By Harlex
Nov. 11, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bashira
I should have just left you alone at that bonfire. We weren't so different. You came from the sea and I came from the road and behind us were a thousand miles of hard times and an uncertain future.
More than your beauty, you looked kind. I needed kindness like a shivering wretch craved the warmth of flames.
Maybe it was the northern spirits but I let you paint my face with your fingers. I drew a little black bird on yours.
I prowled into your life.
Do you remember when you came to bring me Red Sky? You were so thrilled.
I made a fool of myself in Ms. Lottie's shop, bumping and wumping and nearly knocking that table over. You didn't care. I'm so slick now. But I was just a fool then. You didn't care.
At the butterfly garden it was like I had stepped right out of a bad dream and into a good one.
I thought I saw the end of the story.
I was wrong.
When I came back from the Northlands you could tell I had changed. But it wasn't a change. I had seen my self again. My real self.
It was an awakening.
I thrashed and broke apart everything around me in that wakefulness until I had a grip. Until I saw I wanted something else. Something more.
I hurt you. I gave you a wound on the heart. And you still wanted the best for me. You were kind to a fault.
And here we are. Me outliving you.
These things you left behind. Sitting on my table. The fire casting their shadows in strange and writhing torments. Memories. Sometimes I think I'm so steeped in memories, I may drown.
All you ever wanted was to help others. You deserved better for it. I hope you find it in the Wheel's turn.
More than your beauty, you looked kind. I needed kindness like a shivering wretch craved the warmth of flames.
Maybe it was the northern spirits but I let you paint my face with your fingers. I drew a little black bird on yours.
I prowled into your life.
Do you remember when you came to bring me Red Sky? You were so thrilled.
I made a fool of myself in Ms. Lottie's shop, bumping and wumping and nearly knocking that table over. You didn't care. I'm so slick now. But I was just a fool then. You didn't care.
At the butterfly garden it was like I had stepped right out of a bad dream and into a good one.
I thought I saw the end of the story.
I was wrong.
When I came back from the Northlands you could tell I had changed. But it wasn't a change. I had seen my self again. My real self.
It was an awakening.
I thrashed and broke apart everything around me in that wakefulness until I had a grip. Until I saw I wanted something else. Something more.
I hurt you. I gave you a wound on the heart. And you still wanted the best for me. You were kind to a fault.
And here we are. Me outliving you.
These things you left behind. Sitting on my table. The fire casting their shadows in strange and writhing torments. Memories. Sometimes I think I'm so steeped in memories, I may drown.
All you ever wanted was to help others. You deserved better for it. I hope you find it in the Wheel's turn.
Written By Duarte
Nov. 11, 2018, 3:19 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
I am so pleased this bright young scholar has taken up my offer of patronage. Messere Tern is a deep intellectual; a fine researcher. She is charming and irrepressible. I look forward to serving as a benefactor to her many scholarly studies and endeavors for the good of the Compact and Faith.
Written By Klaus
Nov. 11, 2018, 3:15 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Beekeeper?
Written By Klaus
Nov. 11, 2018, 3:14 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Glory wants to thank you for her new tiara...
Written By Maddox
Nov. 11, 2018, 2:51 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
I need to spend some time outside of the library's. The Lord Rymarr has indicated he has some tasks for me that may take me outside the city. And that means Im going to need to make sure I can handle the rigors of the road, as well as being prepared for it. I am going to start looking into gear and training for such an endeavor.
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