Written By Cirroch
Oct. 28, 2018, 3:38 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
The more I learn, the more I realize I do not know much.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 28, 2018, 3:30 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
Do you know what failure smells like? It smells like burnt cookies. And not the typical sugar biscuits, but the really wonderful, chocolate morsels, baking-for-one-of-the-many-people-that-have-helped-you-through-this-shitty-fortnight, crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, cookies. But burnt.
That's the smell of failure. That's what it smells like to me.
Also I need to figure out how to sleep through the night, raccoon eyes is not a dignified look for me.
That's the smell of failure. That's what it smells like to me.
Also I need to figure out how to sleep through the night, raccoon eyes is not a dignified look for me.
Written By Berenice
Oct. 28, 2018, 2:36 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
I am so very _blessed_ with the very dearest of family.
To anyone who is in search of accessories for the masquerade -- that will not be recognizable as their own for the sake of MYSTERY -- do feel free to send me a letter and I'd be happy to lend from my collection. _Anything_ for the sake of _fashion_.
To anyone who is in search of accessories for the masquerade -- that will not be recognizable as their own for the sake of MYSTERY -- do feel free to send me a letter and I'd be happy to lend from my collection. _Anything_ for the sake of _fashion_.
Written By Enyo
Oct. 28, 2018, 2:24 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
I once was very, very good at recordings, my impressions, my feelings, my explorations and the things that I discovered. Then I got...distracted? Busy? I'm sure that those that are very diligent about recording things would tell me that is no real excuse for not writing things down. But, Scholar and those that read this, I disagree.
It's a perfect excuse!
But, I'm going to try to do better. There are things that are on the rise, that the future holds, and those that deserve to know what happens.
Today, for instance, I discovered that I really dislike the smell of burnt meat. Maybe it brings up the wrong kinds of memories, or maybe the taste of overly done meat is just that bad. But I can't stand it. But I really do like the smell of fresh, hot tea. Then there is also the fact that there isn't enough color in the world. I'm thinking that I might redecorate, I'm really fond of colors like pink....and purple....and then pretty greens and golds.
I'm sure it'll be fine, right? No one in the house will mind the color change.
It's a perfect excuse!
But, I'm going to try to do better. There are things that are on the rise, that the future holds, and those that deserve to know what happens.
Today, for instance, I discovered that I really dislike the smell of burnt meat. Maybe it brings up the wrong kinds of memories, or maybe the taste of overly done meat is just that bad. But I can't stand it. But I really do like the smell of fresh, hot tea. Then there is also the fact that there isn't enough color in the world. I'm thinking that I might redecorate, I'm really fond of colors like pink....and purple....and then pretty greens and golds.
I'm sure it'll be fine, right? No one in the house will mind the color change.
Written By Felicia
Oct. 28, 2018, 2:22 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
Praise to the Mother of Beginnings and Queen of Endings, may she watch over us all.
Written By Cambria
Oct. 28, 2018, 1:28 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
I overheard a man in the local bank this morning asking the teller if he knew where he could find someone help him write a love letter for his wife. (He received a blank stare for his trouble). It is nice to know that even people married for over thirty years can still exchange love letters, with outside help or no.
Of course, a love letter's purpose is obviously to seduce. If seduction has taken place already, the seducer wants more of the goods. Call me cynical, but being Lycene, I am much too canny to fall for that other stuff.
Of course, a love letter's purpose is obviously to seduce. If seduction has taken place already, the seducer wants more of the goods. Call me cynical, but being Lycene, I am much too canny to fall for that other stuff.
Written By Jeffeth
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:54 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sable
We patrolled only once together, and I had the thought that I'd like to do that again. You were quiet, competent, no judgement no rudeness if things didn't go exactly according to plan. It makes sense that you would go out giving your life for someone else. I wish we would have gone out on a few more patrols together, I wish I could have gotten to know you better. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten and as we stand against the enemy, we will remember your name. Rest until it's time for you to go back on the wheel again, I hope by then, we've made this place a little nicer for you. Thank you for your service, thank you for everything. I'm sorry.
Written By Cambria
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:14 p.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
Woke up this morning craving what I had last night. Thankfully our cook is well versed in the various regional cuisines of the Compact, and my request was fulfilled with swift ease.
My expectations? Surpassed.
My expectations? Surpassed.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 28, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
I suppose I should grant myself the patience that is so often reserved for others.
But how it is that still sometimes I am so filled with anger and grief and guilt as much as I am with longing to hear your voice, as sharp as it might have been, or to feel the distracted pat of affection upon my head or hand?
Tonight as I worked on a new gown for a kind lady your age, I found my needle strayed and drew blood because of the sudden tears that came unbidden to my eyes.
Do I want to know the truth behind why you are no longer here? Yes, if for no other reason that so long as we do not know, my beloved ones are still not safe, from the hand that wielded the knife nor from the whispers that follow.
Once there were two Ruins of House Tessere living. Now there is but one. And despite all, she misses you.
But how it is that still sometimes I am so filled with anger and grief and guilt as much as I am with longing to hear your voice, as sharp as it might have been, or to feel the distracted pat of affection upon my head or hand?
Tonight as I worked on a new gown for a kind lady your age, I found my needle strayed and drew blood because of the sudden tears that came unbidden to my eyes.
Do I want to know the truth behind why you are no longer here? Yes, if for no other reason that so long as we do not know, my beloved ones are still not safe, from the hand that wielded the knife nor from the whispers that follow.
Once there were two Ruins of House Tessere living. Now there is but one. And despite all, she misses you.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 28, 2018, 8:51 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Here's a gross one:
"Take a live snail and rub its slime against the burn and it will heal."
Gosh does it gross them out too. Ha Ha Ha.
"Take a live snail and rub its slime against the burn and it will heal."
Gosh does it gross them out too. Ha Ha Ha.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 28, 2018, 8:49 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Recipe for an ointment to cure headaches and pains in the joints:
- Take equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek.
- Pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle.
- Keep the mixture in a brass pot until it is a dark red colour.
- Strain it through a cloth and smear on the forehead or aching joints.
- Take equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek.
- Pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle.
- Keep the mixture in a brass pot until it is a dark red colour.
- Strain it through a cloth and smear on the forehead or aching joints.
Written By Audric
Oct. 28, 2018, 5:31 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I don't often document my dreams, but my cousin does. I had one that I thought was significant, so I'll write it down.
I had a dream of blood. Of warfare, of the struggle of blade against blade. Knee-deep in gore, and sinking ever deeper, with no end in sight. I dreamt that I had to keep wading forward, gleeful and with my teeth bared and swords in hand, succeeding against impossible odds, never getting to rest.
Odd.
I had a dream of blood. Of warfare, of the struggle of blade against blade. Knee-deep in gore, and sinking ever deeper, with no end in sight. I dreamt that I had to keep wading forward, gleeful and with my teeth bared and swords in hand, succeeding against impossible odds, never getting to rest.
Odd.
Written By Karadoc
Oct. 28, 2018, 1:12 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I drew out a terrible sketch for a rather strange idea that I had, and under the direction of messere Bell's workshop, it has taken form --
I wasn't expecting to have a companion to accompany me, however, I'm learning that it's better than to agree with my new friend rather than argue.
Ah, but the best part?
-- Another mask needs to be made.
I know exactly what it's going to be.
I wasn't expecting to have a companion to accompany me, however, I'm learning that it's better than to agree with my new friend rather than argue.
Ah, but the best part?
-- Another mask needs to be made.
I know exactly what it's going to be.
Written By Faruq
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Things that are said, cannot be unsaid. Neither are things that were never said.
Learned this today.
Learned this today.
Written By Pharamond
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Emily
Oh boy...so there was drinking. It's fine, there's always drinking. And then there was dancing, then there was showing off dancing, and then there was 'why don't I go out with the rangers into the forest.' Because...Gild knows I have the survival skills of a peanut. But no, we'll just go traipse along with the rangers. <<Every stupid thing a man does is usually to impress a girl>> So said my father. Good job proving him right...-again-. Still...it was a nice walk home. Best part of an amazing party. Bar none. Now I'm going to sleep and ignore the sound of my father in my head just laaaaaaughing.
Written By Mailys
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I have run into quite a few people who have been eager for a drink. Perhaps I should get back into learning special brews?
Written By Pharamond
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
So far, there have been many fascinating and exciting members of this Compact that I have met. Few hold such promise as Lady Orelia Stonewood. She is brash, brave, brazen, and bold. She has the grace of a falcon and the ferocity of a lioness. She has secrets, as we all do and those I can accept. She is, however, in my opinion, one of the people who can most greatly impact this Compact for better or worse and I will accept all of our playful banter if it means she allows me to help strengthen her for what is to come.
Written By Pharamond
Oct. 28, 2018, midnight(11/20/1009 AR)
So far, there have been many fascinating and exciting members of this Compact that I have met. Few hold such promise as Lady Orelia Stonewood. She is brash, brave, brazen, and bold. She has the grace of a falcon and the ferocity of a lioness. She has secrets, as we all do and those I can accept. She is, however, in my opinion, one of the people who can most greatly impact this Compact for better or worse and I will accept all of our playful banter if it means she allows me to help strengthen her for what is to come.
Written By Elora
Oct. 27, 2018, 11:37 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Liara
That was a magnificent ball! Thank you again for the invitation. There was great food, dancing, even little prizes. Just wonderful.
Written By Amari
Oct. 27, 2018, 10:10 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Veronica
I'm very happy you have returned from afar. I know catching bandits is very important work, and there's no shortage, but I like having you closer by. Welcome back!
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