Written By Simone
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:51 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
Our family has been very busy of late with preparations for many things. Yet we took time to meet with Lord Arik at his request. Something which I am quite grateful that we did. It is not the first time that he has approached us with a request for a meeting. Yet, as before, his forthright manner was quite refreshing; and his assistance has been very helpful. For this, I wished to record my acknowledgement of his efforts in my journal. He has earned the trust of House Greenmarch through his actions.
Written By Harper
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Got a lot going on lately and been real busy. But my favorite time of every day is when I get to come home and be with my family.
Still feels a little weird having a family, but a good kinda weird!
Still feels a little weird having a family, but a good kinda weird!
Written By Magnus
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:15 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Volcica
My younger sister by a short span of years. A gifted shaman and seer of visions and perhaps my closest confidant, she traveled with me from the frost of the Bonespire to Arx when we bent our knee to become part of the Compact. Since arriving she has also become the speaker of our house, left capably in her hands should I be away.
Written By Michael
Oct. 21, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
"Serene as the Deepest Wood" just doesn't have the same verve as "We Win Glory" for something to shout while charging. Or being charged. Not that I would neglect my duties as Uncle. Expect visits soon.
Written By Coraline
Oct. 21, 2018, 3:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Meriah
Should anything happen I would be happy to look after him, but nothing will happen because, so there.
Written By Ouida
Oct. 21, 2018, 2:41 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Where does one wander, when sleep remains as elusive as the face of the moon on a night thick with clouds and fog; the glow all around you, the whispered promise of it, but no satisfaction of feeling the purest light against your skin?
When I was a child, I would steal away from the manor and down to the harbor, to find a perch near the docks to watch the comings and goings, to see the swabbies at work late into the night, the secret and not so secret assignations met and tendered nearby, late merchant's apprentices visits and drunken sailors returning from a night of carousing, singing loudly and holding each other at least semi-upright and sometimes passing their own ship thrice or more before finding it in the darkness. Sometimes I stayed long enough to see the boatswain and riggers return to their duties, when darkness was retreating quickly and the sun's light once more stained the sky. It was not long before I was too big and ungainly a girl to make much use of high small hiding places, however.
When I was a squire attending my knight, it was often slipping out of our camp once my duties of the evening was done, something he turned a benevolent blind eye to, I now understand, so long as he deemed it safe enough. Then, I would spend time at each fire that would have me. Tasting their beer or libations offered, sharing stories, learning new manners of insulting people, listening to tales of embellished deeds. It was easy to find enough company, and enough variety, and if nothing else, many steps to lull the mind and body ready for sleep, or at least some semblance of rest.
When I was knighted, and then in service, it was not so very different, save for now I was the one turning a benevolent eye to my squires' antics; and enjoying the visits of others, listening to their hopeful tales, gossiping about their masters, and of course visits from old friends and rivals alike, depending upon how the winds and whims of our lieges had shifted.
Now I am no longer simply a knight, if there ever is anything "simple" about it. Each night a warm and soft comfortable bed awaits me in my comfortable quarters. I enjoy the most lively and entrancing company, when I seek it. There is the joy and ache of constant training, for myself, or for others. Enough sums and ciphers to make my eyes cross and my thoughts numb. I have my winsome sister to escort when my brother is busy with his work of the evening, which is quite frequent. All these things are a great delight, and I am not so foolish as to wish them away for some gilded memory of the past.
But where does one go in the large city, when the mind is still prowling, and the household is quiet. When one's sweet lover of the evening is snoring companionably and should not be disturbed for some desire and restlessness that one would be unable to name. Or the lights in the rooms of everyone else in the household have been extinguished.
I walk through the streets both low and high, visit the many gardens resplendent and still fragrant even in the autumn night. I listen to the laughter pouring from various establishments as the people come and go from them. The heartbeat and rhythm of the city moves on around and through me, but rest remains elusive.
When I was a child, I would steal away from the manor and down to the harbor, to find a perch near the docks to watch the comings and goings, to see the swabbies at work late into the night, the secret and not so secret assignations met and tendered nearby, late merchant's apprentices visits and drunken sailors returning from a night of carousing, singing loudly and holding each other at least semi-upright and sometimes passing their own ship thrice or more before finding it in the darkness. Sometimes I stayed long enough to see the boatswain and riggers return to their duties, when darkness was retreating quickly and the sun's light once more stained the sky. It was not long before I was too big and ungainly a girl to make much use of high small hiding places, however.
When I was a squire attending my knight, it was often slipping out of our camp once my duties of the evening was done, something he turned a benevolent blind eye to, I now understand, so long as he deemed it safe enough. Then, I would spend time at each fire that would have me. Tasting their beer or libations offered, sharing stories, learning new manners of insulting people, listening to tales of embellished deeds. It was easy to find enough company, and enough variety, and if nothing else, many steps to lull the mind and body ready for sleep, or at least some semblance of rest.
When I was knighted, and then in service, it was not so very different, save for now I was the one turning a benevolent eye to my squires' antics; and enjoying the visits of others, listening to their hopeful tales, gossiping about their masters, and of course visits from old friends and rivals alike, depending upon how the winds and whims of our lieges had shifted.
Now I am no longer simply a knight, if there ever is anything "simple" about it. Each night a warm and soft comfortable bed awaits me in my comfortable quarters. I enjoy the most lively and entrancing company, when I seek it. There is the joy and ache of constant training, for myself, or for others. Enough sums and ciphers to make my eyes cross and my thoughts numb. I have my winsome sister to escort when my brother is busy with his work of the evening, which is quite frequent. All these things are a great delight, and I am not so foolish as to wish them away for some gilded memory of the past.
But where does one go in the large city, when the mind is still prowling, and the household is quiet. When one's sweet lover of the evening is snoring companionably and should not be disturbed for some desire and restlessness that one would be unable to name. Or the lights in the rooms of everyone else in the household have been extinguished.
I walk through the streets both low and high, visit the many gardens resplendent and still fragrant even in the autumn night. I listen to the laughter pouring from various establishments as the people come and go from them. The heartbeat and rhythm of the city moves on around and through me, but rest remains elusive.
Written By Luca
Oct. 21, 2018, 2:10 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Traditionally, I never really think about sitting and writing at length in my white journal, but I felt moved to record my protege's noble sacrifice. I know all too well of the plight of the former Countess, Venta. The desire to retire to a beach is very strong. I quite literally dropped my wine when I heard Countess Carita had taken on the burden and let Venta off to go do as she wishes.
I'm exceedingly proud of her. I always tell her, do as I say, not as I do. That's really taking her far!
I'm confident the new Countess has what it takes to see through the work she started as a Voice, which has already been considerable.
I'm exceedingly proud of her. I always tell her, do as I say, not as I do. That's really taking her far!
I'm confident the new Countess has what it takes to see through the work she started as a Voice, which has already been considerable.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
I think...I think I quite like Arxian "nightlife." I had never thought that I would see a lord's arse outside of a fitting room--not that I am complaining--and especially not elevated atop a table! Nor the fact that it would be upsurped by a fetching knight's, and most certainly there are no complaints from me about that situation either! And the dancing! I cannot say I have had any instruction in dances, other than simple ones hand in hand, when we dance and make merry on our own sometimes, while the lords and ladies have refinements in another area of the keep or manor. But I think I would like to dance again, despite my lack of skill--it was so much fun! I shall have to seek out more opportunities.
Written By Klaus
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:33 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Meet with my hope to soon be betrothed's family.
Did not die, even after I had sent a drunk messenger to the High Lord telling him I was stealing a ship and a princess at one point.
Meet with voice of my house telling them I wanted to open marriage negotiations, and the fact I stole a ship and princess at one point from my hope to soon be betrothed's house
Did not die
Tried to start a debate in the bar which caters to my soon to be betrothed's house about how Brown Nut Ale was clearly the superior drink, and how I was going to marry their princess. Or well I wanted to marry their princess,
Die not die though the threat of being stuffed in a barrel of rum and being made to drink my way to life was on the table
I know I am a soldier, but I really do think I need to redefine my measure of success to be more than "Not dying".
Did not die, even after I had sent a drunk messenger to the High Lord telling him I was stealing a ship and a princess at one point.
Meet with voice of my house telling them I wanted to open marriage negotiations, and the fact I stole a ship and princess at one point from my hope to soon be betrothed's house
Did not die
Tried to start a debate in the bar which caters to my soon to be betrothed's house about how Brown Nut Ale was clearly the superior drink, and how I was going to marry their princess. Or well I wanted to marry their princess,
Die not die though the threat of being stuffed in a barrel of rum and being made to drink my way to life was on the table
I know I am a soldier, but I really do think I need to redefine my measure of success to be more than "Not dying".
Written By Klaus
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:28 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
I am a member of the Order of the Eastern Light. I feel good and part of a cause. Now, onto a very minor (major) issue. I really do need to learn to swim.
Written By Cambria
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Some people would rather feel righteous than face the simple, albeit cold, reality that the world is not answerable to their beliefs.
Written By Luca
Oct. 21, 2018, 12:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
You have thirteen cats?
Written By Sabella
Oct. 21, 2018, 12:35 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Lady Margret tells me that in about two weeks we will be parents! It is hard to wrap mind around such a thing, even when I am so huge with this baby right now. To have him or her here is so--even I can't find the right words for it! I am filled with such joy and anticipation and fear all combined at once!
I just can't wait!
I just can't wait!
Written By Helena
Oct. 21, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
My return from the north has been as sweet and warm as a cup of tea with honey. I know that may clash with the image some have of the Redrains -- perhaps the visual of a cup of tea and honey sipped while wearing bear pelts and a crown of antler horns would fit that image better, but tea and honey nonetheless.
And of course, not a small amount of fine northern whiskey. We are Redrains, after all.
My sisters and cousins, either by blood or by bond, as much as I love the north, it is not home without my favorite people in it.
O, and let it be known, Artur is now the Pajama Prince (you're welcome).
And of course, not a small amount of fine northern whiskey. We are Redrains, after all.
My sisters and cousins, either by blood or by bond, as much as I love the north, it is not home without my favorite people in it.
O, and let it be known, Artur is now the Pajama Prince (you're welcome).
Written By Starra
Oct. 21, 2018, 11:38 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
It has been an interesting week for me as I return to the city. I joined myself to the Crimson Blades in the hopes of making friends and of course money. Most weeks that would be the most exciting thing that has happened but not this one! I've also worked with the rest of our House and allies to curtail Pirate activities in our waters. Nothing is as it appears though and this brought more questions than answers. I suspect there is no end to my interesting weeks in the near future.
Written By Hadrian
Oct. 21, 2018, 11:15 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
A number of individuals took time out of their busy schedules to relax at the Empirical for a Salon-hosted gathering. Many words were exchanged, in some cases many more drinks were consumed, and I'm especially happy to say that everyone remained rather mature in their discussion. While there were certainly differences of opinion as there always will be during such things; ideas were attacked and not the people speaking them.
The points of view varied greatly. Ranging from Grandmaster Caspian Wild's more hands-on approach to conflict resolution to great insights presented by Lady Lailah Bisland with her fine combination of idealism coupled with pragmatism. There were many points of view, stances, or beliefs put forward. While I can't recall whether Princess Roxana ever remembered what was being discussed, I'm certain she was deep into her cups on account of my not being entirely confident that she even knew who I am.
Marquessa Sunniva Harthall, Lord Luis Igniseri, and Lady Ouida Harthall each provided views that ranged from the scholarly to personal. Each one had an impact on the discussion, especially those who presented more graphic explanations or examples supporting their stance. Let us not forget the keen observations of Lady Isabeau Telmar on the topic of diplomacy and warfare, her own words further reinforcing the intertwined nature of the two concepts. Princess Katarina Valardin put her passion for debate on display and rose above expectations to truly invest herself in the discussion.
I count the meeting as a success and look forward to the completion of Lady Lailah Bisland's trophy. I do hope that everyone involved, in particular those who won't earn a trophy, are prepared for the next debate: whether or not participation awards should be provided as consolation prizes to those who don't make the grade.
The points of view varied greatly. Ranging from Grandmaster Caspian Wild's more hands-on approach to conflict resolution to great insights presented by Lady Lailah Bisland with her fine combination of idealism coupled with pragmatism. There were many points of view, stances, or beliefs put forward. While I can't recall whether Princess Roxana ever remembered what was being discussed, I'm certain she was deep into her cups on account of my not being entirely confident that she even knew who I am.
Marquessa Sunniva Harthall, Lord Luis Igniseri, and Lady Ouida Harthall each provided views that ranged from the scholarly to personal. Each one had an impact on the discussion, especially those who presented more graphic explanations or examples supporting their stance. Let us not forget the keen observations of Lady Isabeau Telmar on the topic of diplomacy and warfare, her own words further reinforcing the intertwined nature of the two concepts. Princess Katarina Valardin put her passion for debate on display and rose above expectations to truly invest herself in the discussion.
I count the meeting as a success and look forward to the completion of Lady Lailah Bisland's trophy. I do hope that everyone involved, in particular those who won't earn a trophy, are prepared for the next debate: whether or not participation awards should be provided as consolation prizes to those who don't make the grade.
Written By Brigida
Oct. 21, 2018, 9:56 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
Thirteen is a perfectly fine amount for a number of things.
That number, however, does not include cats.
Or children.
That number, however, does not include cats.
Or children.
Written By Brigida
Oct. 21, 2018, 9:44 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
The babies almost certainly ate their mother as well.
There are times for sweet moments to teach children about life and death and the cycles therein.
And then there are times to get a bucket of hot water, some good, harsh soap and a sturdy brush.
I think you may have found the line between.
There are times for sweet moments to teach children about life and death and the cycles therein.
And then there are times to get a bucket of hot water, some good, harsh soap and a sturdy brush.
I think you may have found the line between.
Written By Tabitha
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:40 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
Spiders are wonderful little crafters and artists, aren't they? Their webs look like diamond necklaces when they're dappled with dew. Diamond necklaces that catch flies.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:18 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
All this talk about wills. I don't really have anything to leave anyone.
But if someone in the Physicians could look out for Triage? He's a dopey cat but he's sweet.
I don't want him to have to go back to the streets if I die.
He deserves better than that, I think.
But if someone in the Physicians could look out for Triage? He's a dopey cat but he's sweet.
I don't want him to have to go back to the streets if I die.
He deserves better than that, I think.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.