Written By Kenna
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:40 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I adore my siblings, even when they drive me to utmost distraction.
Gaius has always been the most shrewd. I thought for aure he would take over my parent's arm of the business. He knows what people want and how to connect them to it. He has weathered so many falls only to rise at the end again stronger.
Delilah is the smartest. Sometimes when she opens her mouth I just don't understand what comes out. Not only that but she shrouds herself in so many mysteries that pulling a straight answer out is much like trying to get water from a rock.
Evonleigh is the most creative. When she puts herself into a role she becomes one with it, till it is hard to know exactly where she ends and the role begins.
None of us really step on one another's toes. I just hope they have forgiven me my wildness in youth. We don't compete, we complete one another.
Gaius has always been the most shrewd. I thought for aure he would take over my parent's arm of the business. He knows what people want and how to connect them to it. He has weathered so many falls only to rise at the end again stronger.
Delilah is the smartest. Sometimes when she opens her mouth I just don't understand what comes out. Not only that but she shrouds herself in so many mysteries that pulling a straight answer out is much like trying to get water from a rock.
Evonleigh is the most creative. When she puts herself into a role she becomes one with it, till it is hard to know exactly where she ends and the role begins.
None of us really step on one another's toes. I just hope they have forgiven me my wildness in youth. We don't compete, we complete one another.
Written By Aleksei
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:34 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I'm just gonna say:
I've got six fucking brothers and sisters.
That's all.
I've got six fucking brothers and sisters.
That's all.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:19 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
My sister Ianthe had the morals and build of an alley cat. Swear to the gods, the girl no sooner had tits than she was out the door looking for the lecherous adventures so delightful to the youthful. She's come home with bits of grass and hay and sand in her hair and her clothes, abrasions in funny places, grinning from ear to ear. She'd tell me all about it too, her exploits and devious lessons, the gossip she'd learned. She made me laugh, she fell head first into the pleasures of the flesh at a rate that burned off any weight she might have gained, she was whipcord over bone more often than not. Of course, she also ate cupcakes and pastries like a starving man. 'Fuel for later,' she'd say with a wink and a waggle, then laugh as I swore at her and threw things until she ran out the door.
Later, when she got older and the stories and tales from her lovers proved too much temptation, she'd disappear for more than a few days on caravans around the world. I'd get letters throughout her travels, odds and ends, gems and trinkets to put into my work, stories of things she'd seen, people she'd met. And sometimes, these letters would come from her own person, showing up at my door tired and dirty and that same grin, with more stories, ready to raid my pantry for sweets and pastries once more.
I loved those days. Even knowing she'd be gone in a few weeks, I still loved them, because it was Ianthe at her purest; the weary, content adventurer, sated, happy to be home and eager to tell me everything.
Now that I'm creating my own family, I miss her. I always miss her, but I miss her more these days, I wonder what she'd think of all this, of Oliver, the Guild, my swelling belly, my ideas and dreams for the future. I think she'd laugh with relief, happy that I could grow our family and give her a new member to spoil, another person to tell her stories too, a child to find odds and ends for, to share sweets with, to sing songs to, the same songs I sang her when she was such a wee fosterling, sneaking into my bed, or calling my name from across the house.
Hug your siblings, cherish them. I regret not knowing the last embrace -was- the last, but I hope she knew that she was loved, and that whenever she wanted to come back, she knew there was a home with me no matter what.
Later, when she got older and the stories and tales from her lovers proved too much temptation, she'd disappear for more than a few days on caravans around the world. I'd get letters throughout her travels, odds and ends, gems and trinkets to put into my work, stories of things she'd seen, people she'd met. And sometimes, these letters would come from her own person, showing up at my door tired and dirty and that same grin, with more stories, ready to raid my pantry for sweets and pastries once more.
I loved those days. Even knowing she'd be gone in a few weeks, I still loved them, because it was Ianthe at her purest; the weary, content adventurer, sated, happy to be home and eager to tell me everything.
Now that I'm creating my own family, I miss her. I always miss her, but I miss her more these days, I wonder what she'd think of all this, of Oliver, the Guild, my swelling belly, my ideas and dreams for the future. I think she'd laugh with relief, happy that I could grow our family and give her a new member to spoil, another person to tell her stories too, a child to find odds and ends for, to share sweets with, to sing songs to, the same songs I sang her when she was such a wee fosterling, sneaking into my bed, or calling my name from across the house.
Hug your siblings, cherish them. I regret not knowing the last embrace -was- the last, but I hope she knew that she was loved, and that whenever she wanted to come back, she knew there was a home with me no matter what.
Written By Sina
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:56 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I am an only child. I have never known what it is like to have siblings. My father is long dead, and I don't know what happened to my mother. I have a new family now, in the Faith, but sometimes I wonder what it would have been like, having a normal family. Would I have made the choices I have made? I don't know.
Sometimes I wonder where my mother is, or if she is even still alive. Did she have other children? Or was I really the only one? She was a thrall, sold off when I was a child.
I wonder if those who own thralls even realize the harm caused by this. That my mother was sold off like some piece of meat somewhere does bother me. Quite a bit. People should not be property, bartered away, ripped away from family. She was my mother, and while I never knew her, I often wish it had been different.
I thought about looking for her, but what are the chances that I would ever find her in this vast world? She could be anywhere. But maybe it's better this way. I am free to choose my own life. A choice she never had. I like to think she would be proud of me.
Sometimes I wonder where my mother is, or if she is even still alive. Did she have other children? Or was I really the only one? She was a thrall, sold off when I was a child.
I wonder if those who own thralls even realize the harm caused by this. That my mother was sold off like some piece of meat somewhere does bother me. Quite a bit. People should not be property, bartered away, ripped away from family. She was my mother, and while I never knew her, I often wish it had been different.
I thought about looking for her, but what are the chances that I would ever find her in this vast world? She could be anywhere. But maybe it's better this way. I am free to choose my own life. A choice she never had. I like to think she would be proud of me.
Written By Helia
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:49 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I never felt the need to compete with my brother when we were growing up. I could have beat him up whenever I wanted to, and that's no fun.
Written By Jael
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:32 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I broke my brother’s arm. Just a few days ago.
It really was an accident. I didn’t think he’d fall off his horse.
It really was an accident. I didn’t think he’d fall off his horse.
Written By Archeron
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:20 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I have never felt much need to compete with my sister. It is like having a writing competition between a man and a chair. We are suited to such different things, for each thing she can best me on, there will be something I can. But those things are so different.
I will say, she is the smarter of the pair of us. And the most precious. She is the one that truly has the potential to do something great - my job is a simple one. To keep her safe so that she has that opportunity.
I will say, she is the smarter of the pair of us. And the most precious. She is the one that truly has the potential to do something great - my job is a simple one. To keep her safe so that she has that opportunity.
Written By Preston
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:17 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Many tasks lay before us, so why do my feet feel like lead? Not wanting to allow an opening for an enemy I do not expect, it seems hard to engage the ones I know I must. Ah. But all will roll into place soon.
Written By Fairen
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:11 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tomwell
I recall a time when Tomwell threw my favorite book at me and told me I needed to go out and make friends. He informed me that books do not count as friends, contrary to the countless adventures I share within the pages. I still disagree with him, but that's a conversation for another time, I suppose.
Written By Fredrik
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:08 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Wildly unpleasant, in my experience, competing with my martially-minded siblings. The only solace I took was stumping them with figures or history, since they had the brains of turnips.
I do miss it though, I truly do, and would give almost anything to have my brothers and sister back. Even the younger one, and he was a bit of a twit.
I do miss it though, I truly do, and would give almost anything to have my brothers and sister back. Even the younger one, and he was a bit of a twit.
Written By Victus
Sept. 12, 2018, 4:46 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Sometimes I'm envious of those with siblings.
Wonder what it would've been like, competing with a brother or sister.
Wonder what it would've been like, competing with a brother or sister.
Written By Alis
Sept. 12, 2018, 4:20 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
These are all such lovely sibling stories, and I have been very much enjoying them. I'm afraid my own are not quite so warm and fuzzy though. I did have an older sister, and I expect she might have enjoyed braiding my hair if I'd let her. But instead, I spent much of my time setting traps for my older brothers and then luring them in to be ambushed...
In retrospect, I am quite certain that they only pretended to be surprised at many of my attempts. Except the first one. That first attempt I KNOW I got them. I'm certain of it.
But I think we can all agree the takeaway to my story here is that Edain needs to grow out his hair so I can braid it for him.
In retrospect, I am quite certain that they only pretended to be surprised at many of my attempts. Except the first one. That first attempt I KNOW I got them. I'm certain of it.
But I think we can all agree the takeaway to my story here is that Edain needs to grow out his hair so I can braid it for him.
Written By Gwenna
Sept. 12, 2018, 4:16 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Elgana
Family is one of the best blessings of this life, I think. The family that you know will always have your back. The memories made, as well as the ones to come, all weave their own tales, too. Some of my fondest memories with Artur were when I would sneak out after him when he would go off adventuring. I would try to leap into the prints his boots had left so that no one would see my own tracks and think to follow. The quiet hum of the forest, the brilliance of the snow, hearing his far off cries as he battled great monsters... Like you, those are the memories I hold deep in my heart and recall on the harder days.
Written By Elgana
Sept. 12, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
One of my favorite memories from my childhood is braiding my sister Agatha's hair. Getting Aggie to sit still for longer than three minutes is a feat in itself so I would have to be quite clever about it. Sometimes it would be a story woven together from fragments of my day and other times it would be a sweet morsel I tucked into my pocket after dinner or filched from the kitchens during the day.
Once she was suitably distracted I would be able to spend at least an hour gently removing twigs and leaves from her mass of red hair, gently brushing it out with no less than two hundred strokes with my finest hairbrush. A story always worked the best with her despite the tasty treats our cooks came up with during the days. Even if most of it was just me being silly she always listened so patiently to me while letting me braid her hair into something either ordinary or something a bit more fanciful.
It was just lovely to spend such time with my big sister, the two of us alone without any care in the world. I know she humored me for the most part and was perhaps happy to shake those braids loose at the start of the following day but that just goes to show just how large and caring her heart is. I miss those days often enough but I keep the memory of them tucked close to my heart, safe and sound, and think on them when I am at my lowest.
Once she was suitably distracted I would be able to spend at least an hour gently removing twigs and leaves from her mass of red hair, gently brushing it out with no less than two hundred strokes with my finest hairbrush. A story always worked the best with her despite the tasty treats our cooks came up with during the days. Even if most of it was just me being silly she always listened so patiently to me while letting me braid her hair into something either ordinary or something a bit more fanciful.
It was just lovely to spend such time with my big sister, the two of us alone without any care in the world. I know she humored me for the most part and was perhaps happy to shake those braids loose at the start of the following day but that just goes to show just how large and caring her heart is. I miss those days often enough but I keep the memory of them tucked close to my heart, safe and sound, and think on them when I am at my lowest.
Written By Vanora
Sept. 12, 2018, 1:27 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lethe
Losing hair combs is a very sad story. I hope that you find or can replace it!
Written By Archeron
Sept. 12, 2018, 12:10 p.m.(8/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lethe
Let me know if you need more money for hair combs, little sister. Can't have you going without.
And bad decisions often lead to the most fun. Though speaking as your brother, don't make me have to go and shoot someone with an arrow. That causes incidents, and then Margot will yell.
And bad decisions often lead to the most fun. Though speaking as your brother, don't make me have to go and shoot someone with an arrow. That causes incidents, and then Margot will yell.
Written By Lethe
Sept. 12, 2018, 10:38 a.m.(8/1/1009 AR)
Sometimes I can make the worst decisions, and I've lost my favorite hair comb. I have not had a very good week.
Written By Niklas
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:20 a.m.(8/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
Wait, Wash was in town?!
Written By Lucita
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:08 a.m.(8/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
Catching up with old friends and sharing memories of friends and family who are no longer with us made for one of those sweet/sad evenings. It was good to see Wash back in Arx and sad to hear he may be leaving again so soon.
Written By Kenna
Sept. 12, 2018, 8 a.m.(8/1/1009 AR)
Heroes? That's easy.
My cousin, Silas. Always had been, always will be.
Now, is that it? No. I could make a huuggee list, but then I would leave someone off and then someone would feel neglected.
Suffice it to say that I define a hero very simply and broadly. A hero is someone who gets up, does what needs to be done for the best of their sphere.
Yes, sometimes this may lead to a hero being reviled and cast upon for their actions. I will always take intent into account though.
My cousin, Silas. Always had been, always will be.
Now, is that it? No. I could make a huuggee list, but then I would leave someone off and then someone would feel neglected.
Suffice it to say that I define a hero very simply and broadly. A hero is someone who gets up, does what needs to be done for the best of their sphere.
Yes, sometimes this may lead to a hero being reviled and cast upon for their actions. I will always take intent into account though.
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