Written By Thena
Sept. 23, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
The painting? Can we play ‘pin the-‘
Never mind, scholar. It could only end badly.
Never mind, scholar. It could only end badly.
Written By Alessandro
Sept. 23, 2018, 5:18 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
The only time in my life that I have regretted not pursuing any sort of martial vocation is when I visit Dame Ida Ferron's shop. The rubicund blade, Oath, is beyond compare. She has shared that she had had inspiration for another, similarly themed though not the same, which she will unveil in the coming days, and if you did not have a chance to bid on Oath, I highly encourage you to do so on the next.
Written By Bliss
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:30 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Some days are worse than others. Most of the time, these days, I am able to move on, with no more than a passing thought given (there is always a thought), an acknowledgement of the scar as I twist my shoulder to get dressed, a few small twinges of pain here and there.
Then there are the days like today. They usually happen when I have been talking about it more, when the nightmares come back. That night, so long ago, where everything was going so well until suddenly it wasn't.
The sounds of their horses behind me, the sudden realization that they were coming for me, the pure panic that coursed through me as I tried to defend myself even when I knew that, this time, I wasn't going to make it out.
The triumphant sneer on his face as he ran my shoulder through, watched me collapse as I understood that I was ruined, feeling the warm, wet blood pouring down my side, the agony beyond anything that I have felt before or since as they left me to die.
I woke up screaming today, my face wet with tears. I needed help getting dressed, my arm is stiff and useless right now. It will get better as the day goes on. It's in a sling. None of this is new.
So I repeat the mantra that I've learned helps, the truth of the situation: I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault.
I didn't deserve this.
It wasn't my fault.
Yes, they had their reasons. Their reasons make what happened even worse. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I did nothing wrong.
And the pain begins to fade, and is replaced with anger and determination.
This is the most I have ever written publicly on what happened to me. For the longest time, no one would believe me. This is only a small fraction of my story.
But trauma is an unusual thing. Trauma has a way of playing in our minds, again and again, of whispering its lies to us, of making us believe that what happened was something that we deserved, or that we should have been smarter, or known our place, or any number of things. Some days, we believe these ridiculous untruths. Some days we fall apart again. We are allowed to do this. We shouldn't feel ashamed for being human.
I am not the only one in this city, by any means, who has experienced trauma. There have been two major wars in recent years, assassinations, monsters, and we are waking up and understanding just how terrifying the world we live in is.
I have heard that in a land far, far to the east, they repair their pottery with gold, turning the cracks and flaws into something beautiful and unique. Resilience is beautiful. Our flaws can be made to be beautiful.
I don't hide my scars anymore. My pain is as much a part of who I am as anything else, part of this great song that is my life. It is a reminder that no matter how terrible the world is outside of our walls, the monsters within them can do so much. It is a reminder to not stay quiet. To demand people be better. To be better, myself.
Then there are the days like today. They usually happen when I have been talking about it more, when the nightmares come back. That night, so long ago, where everything was going so well until suddenly it wasn't.
The sounds of their horses behind me, the sudden realization that they were coming for me, the pure panic that coursed through me as I tried to defend myself even when I knew that, this time, I wasn't going to make it out.
The triumphant sneer on his face as he ran my shoulder through, watched me collapse as I understood that I was ruined, feeling the warm, wet blood pouring down my side, the agony beyond anything that I have felt before or since as they left me to die.
I woke up screaming today, my face wet with tears. I needed help getting dressed, my arm is stiff and useless right now. It will get better as the day goes on. It's in a sling. None of this is new.
So I repeat the mantra that I've learned helps, the truth of the situation: I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault.
I didn't deserve this.
It wasn't my fault.
Yes, they had their reasons. Their reasons make what happened even worse. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I did nothing wrong.
And the pain begins to fade, and is replaced with anger and determination.
This is the most I have ever written publicly on what happened to me. For the longest time, no one would believe me. This is only a small fraction of my story.
But trauma is an unusual thing. Trauma has a way of playing in our minds, again and again, of whispering its lies to us, of making us believe that what happened was something that we deserved, or that we should have been smarter, or known our place, or any number of things. Some days, we believe these ridiculous untruths. Some days we fall apart again. We are allowed to do this. We shouldn't feel ashamed for being human.
I am not the only one in this city, by any means, who has experienced trauma. There have been two major wars in recent years, assassinations, monsters, and we are waking up and understanding just how terrifying the world we live in is.
I have heard that in a land far, far to the east, they repair their pottery with gold, turning the cracks and flaws into something beautiful and unique. Resilience is beautiful. Our flaws can be made to be beautiful.
I don't hide my scars anymore. My pain is as much a part of who I am as anything else, part of this great song that is my life. It is a reminder that no matter how terrible the world is outside of our walls, the monsters within them can do so much. It is a reminder to not stay quiet. To demand people be better. To be better, myself.
Written By Harper
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:23 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jyri
I've definitely been called worse!
In all seriousness, I'm honored to be Ravaas' godmother. I'll make sure to spoil him, I mean take care of him, real well. I promise!
In all seriousness, I'm honored to be Ravaas' godmother. I'll make sure to spoil him, I mean take care of him, real well. I promise!
Written By Merek
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:16 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
I nice Inquisitor, which cares about the Compact's safety!
Written By Merek
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:12 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
I should write a few books. I haven't in a while and I need new things to write about!
Written By Khanne
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:11 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Me.
It was me.
Though, not to bruise your ego.... but... it was because of the hand that drew it more than the subject.
Not that the subject matter is hard to look at at all.... The subject is rather pleasing, of course.
I promise no darts will be thrown at it.
Well, probably. Free choice and all.... I can promise that most likely I will not throw darts at it.
Probably.
It was me.
Though, not to bruise your ego.... but... it was because of the hand that drew it more than the subject.
Not that the subject matter is hard to look at at all.... The subject is rather pleasing, of course.
I promise no darts will be thrown at it.
Well, probably. Free choice and all.... I can promise that most likely I will not throw darts at it.
Probably.
Written By Edain
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lethe
My recommendation is to invent some sort of horseshoe pontoon so that aquatic jousting can be a thing!
Everytime I ask my smartest scholars, shipwrights and crafters in Sanctum they always say, "Please stop asking for this your grace. It is very, very dumb."
Everytime I ask my smartest scholars, shipwrights and crafters in Sanctum they always say, "Please stop asking for this your grace. It is very, very dumb."
Written By Lethe
Sept. 23, 2018, 3:57 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
I could really use a new goal of some sort, but as usual I don't know where to begin.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 23, 2018, 3:32 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Written By Mayir
Sept. 23, 2018, 2:49 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Perronne
First of all, I want to be very clear that Perronne is the SENIOR partner in our venture. It is in the name! "Amboise & Grayhope, Bespoke Brokers."
Second of all, I want to be very clear that Perronne is WONDERFUL. She can talk a merchant into selling the shirt off his back to her. At half price! She's just that good!
Finally of all, I want to be very clear that I really enjoy hanging out with Perronne. I guess we could probably make more money off of our venture together, buying and selling in bulk. But the thrill of the hunt for a seller, the back and forth over price. Well, it is a rush! And all the clients we have! It's a great way to be plugged into the City.
P.S. Here is the flyer I put together! I think it's pretty neat! Hire us!
* * *
Do you need some extra cash? Are you looking for just the right material at just the right price? Don't want the hustle and bustle of the market? Are you sick of trying to find the poster containing the rates of OTHER brokers, that just-so-happens to be getting repeatedly defaced, though not by us?
If so, try AMBOISE & GRAYHOPE, BESPOKE BROKERAGE SERVICES!
Unlike other services, we tailor our services to our clients. Let us know what you want to buy or sell, how much you want to spend or get, and we'll crunch the numbers. If we agree, we do the deal, and our profit is BUILT IN to your budget! Never spend more than you want! Never receive less than you demanded! We take the risk; you get the benefit!
WHAT COULD BE BETTER?
Contact Perronne Amboise or Mayir Grayhope TODAY for a free consultation!
(( In smaller letters at the bottom ))
Mayir Grayhope
Partner, Amboise & Grayhope Bespoke Brokerage Services
Second of all, I want to be very clear that Perronne is WONDERFUL. She can talk a merchant into selling the shirt off his back to her. At half price! She's just that good!
Finally of all, I want to be very clear that I really enjoy hanging out with Perronne. I guess we could probably make more money off of our venture together, buying and selling in bulk. But the thrill of the hunt for a seller, the back and forth over price. Well, it is a rush! And all the clients we have! It's a great way to be plugged into the City.
P.S. Here is the flyer I put together! I think it's pretty neat! Hire us!
* * *
Do you need some extra cash? Are you looking for just the right material at just the right price? Don't want the hustle and bustle of the market? Are you sick of trying to find the poster containing the rates of OTHER brokers, that just-so-happens to be getting repeatedly defaced, though not by us?
If so, try AMBOISE & GRAYHOPE, BESPOKE BROKERAGE SERVICES!
Unlike other services, we tailor our services to our clients. Let us know what you want to buy or sell, how much you want to spend or get, and we'll crunch the numbers. If we agree, we do the deal, and our profit is BUILT IN to your budget! Never spend more than you want! Never receive less than you demanded! We take the risk; you get the benefit!
WHAT COULD BE BETTER?
Contact Perronne Amboise or Mayir Grayhope TODAY for a free consultation!
(( In smaller letters at the bottom ))
Mayir Grayhope
Partner, Amboise & Grayhope Bespoke Brokerage Services
Written By Kenna
Sept. 23, 2018, 2:48 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
I would totally stick with Harper any day of the week. Best glue.
Written By Cambria
Sept. 23, 2018, 2:37 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
It surprises me when I come across individuals that show shock or dismay when I happen to order a drink for lunch, or breakfast for that matter. I did just that recently at the commonplace surrounds of a locale which shall go unnamed (but you, readers, definitely know the one). I had a minor ailment, my policy for which is a steady stream of alcohol of the right quality, strength and temperature. Breakfasting with an Oathlander shouldn't stand in the way of good health. So I started the day off right with a nice, fragrant grape-based pomace brandy of Lycene origin and hot water.
Of course, and here we come to my main point, you do not have to be under the weather to drink when you wake up. Therefore, to atone for medicining the good grape, I intend to write a bit on what to drink with breakfast when hale and healthy. As a word of caution: before following my sage advice, know that this is not a practice for the novice.
Of course, and here we come to my main point, you do not have to be under the weather to drink when you wake up. Therefore, to atone for medicining the good grape, I intend to write a bit on what to drink with breakfast when hale and healthy. As a word of caution: before following my sage advice, know that this is not a practice for the novice.
Written By Jyri
Sept. 23, 2018, 2:07 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harper
Some wounds can never truly heal. But they can be mended and patched up. The broken bit can be glued together again. Some people are good with gluing. You're one of those, and I'm proud to call you sister and god-mother of Raavas.
I guess you're glue. Ain't that some compliment?
I guess you're glue. Ain't that some compliment?
Written By Vanora
Sept. 23, 2018, 1:01 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Like a magpie who also enjoys reading legends, I've always wanted a piece of Dragonweep. Would that I could expect to win some now, but I'm not going to count on it. Only to let you know that my husband has promised me one of the gems 'someday', likely when I do something very impressive and the house coffers are well to full. When 'someday' arrives, I'll find you.
Written By Marian
Sept. 23, 2018, 11:56 a.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Now I am jealous. I never got a chance to partake in Brother Driskell's cookies. This definitely feels like a missed opportunity.
Written By Marian
Sept. 23, 2018, 11:49 a.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
One person's joke is another's insult. Humor is not a drink that everyone partakes in. However, I would implore a jokester to ask themselves if their audience is laughing with them or not. For a joke that is one-sided is an insult no matter its intention. If you are the only one laughing in the room, then perhaps you should keep such things to the privacy of your chambers.
Written By Arthen
Sept. 23, 2018, 11:35 a.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
A lot of folks snicker when I call Half-Mast by his nickname, but it really is just on account of how I found the man chased half-up a mast when I pulled him off that sinking ship. We don't always see eye-to-eye, but he has taught me a lot about leadership, especially as concerning trying to lead someone who is a whole lot smarter than you are. I'd be lost without him, some days. And he wouldn't be able to reach the high shelves. Or the medium ones. So we make a fine team, really.
When I first got back to Arx, I shook some silver knights around and banged on some doors, but I didn't managed to hunt down the other men and women who used to work with me. Some of them ain't in Arx any longer, and two of them have passed on. An explorer's life can get snapped up just like that, sometimes. Adventuring is a merciless pursuit. I was real happy, yesterday, to get a letter from Too Tall, who is looking to unretire himself and sign back on with the crew. Given the time, I might even get the rest of them.
When I first got back to Arx, I shook some silver knights around and banged on some doors, but I didn't managed to hunt down the other men and women who used to work with me. Some of them ain't in Arx any longer, and two of them have passed on. An explorer's life can get snapped up just like that, sometimes. Adventuring is a merciless pursuit. I was real happy, yesterday, to get a letter from Too Tall, who is looking to unretire himself and sign back on with the crew. Given the time, I might even get the rest of them.
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 23, 2018, 10:28 a.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
The more I learn, the more I realize I don't know. It's never ending.
Written By Rowenova
Sept. 23, 2018, 10:06 a.m.(8/25/1009 AR)
Last Night at the Golden Hart was very fun, indeed!
We (Master Draven, Sir Floppington, and I) had a nice brunch and lovely convo with the wonderful hostess (Princess Valencia) and all those who showed up!
I 'missed out' on the drinking game (after coming back from work Things), but a fortuitous opportunity came up!
Master Draven kindly offered me our first dance to live music (Harp Music by Master Ezekiel). It is a glorious memory that I will never ever forget!
We (Master Draven, Sir Floppington, and I) had a nice brunch and lovely convo with the wonderful hostess (Princess Valencia) and all those who showed up!
I 'missed out' on the drinking game (after coming back from work Things), but a fortuitous opportunity came up!
Master Draven kindly offered me our first dance to live music (Harp Music by Master Ezekiel). It is a glorious memory that I will never ever forget!
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