Written By Etienne
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:35 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eddard
I've never been more entertained by the beginning of a song, welcome to Arx
Written By Tyren
Sept. 9, 2018, 1:07 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
I had the pleasure of attending the receptionist for Baron Norwood and his new wife, Margerie. The jousting was very entertaining, even if someone ended up breaking an arm. Though, if I am to be completely honest, I was a bit distracted by the conversations I was having. And I do agree with the things I learned today - mostly, that loud pants would be awful, and apparently pillows make very good wedding gifts.
Written By Shae
Sept. 9, 2018, midnight(7/22/1009 AR)
The simple act of holding a hand can be as intimate as soft words amid naked, tangled limbs.
Written By Shae
Sept. 8, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
I have a father again. It's not the same, but it's still quite nice. I enjoy it.
They liked the pillow. That makes me happy.
I hope they have many fat puppies.
No, scholar, I meant 'babies'. The human puppies. Yes.
They liked the pillow. That makes me happy.
I hope they have many fat puppies.
No, scholar, I meant 'babies'. The human puppies. Yes.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 8, 2018, 11:50 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
He is very angry with me.
I might need to think about an apology present myself, to give to him.
I might need to think about an apology present myself, to give to him.
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 8, 2018, 10:56 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Congratulations to Baron Norwood and Baroness Margerie on their wedding. I hope they have a long, happy and loving life filled with joy and laughter.
Written By Gerard
Sept. 8, 2018, 10:34 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
I write this from a river boat, where I battle the horrors of sea-sickness (turns out, I'm still terrible at water travel), pondering the events of the past couple days.
On the one hand, it was exhausting, dangerous, and perhaps not even /that/ productive for the person who hired us to come out here. But on the other?
I got to ride a furious mountain bear. That's the type of thing you remember for a while.
On the one hand, it was exhausting, dangerous, and perhaps not even /that/ productive for the person who hired us to come out here. But on the other?
I got to ride a furious mountain bear. That's the type of thing you remember for a while.
Written By Jael
Sept. 8, 2018, 10:19 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
I finally won a joust instead of coming in second!
Unfortunately I also broke my brother's arm in the process.
It was an accident, I swear!
Unfortunately I also broke my brother's arm in the process.
It was an accident, I swear!
Written By Bliss
Sept. 8, 2018, 9:11 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
I seem to have been brought a bit low by a flu these last few days. I didn't even really realize how much time had passed until I saw the small stack of letters which Jared had left beside my bed and started going through them, the dates noted on them.
Still planning plenty of things though. These next few months should be interesting.
Still planning plenty of things though. These next few months should be interesting.
Written By Gwenna
Sept. 8, 2018, 7:41 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I am having my personal accounts brought up to date even as I write this. The brooch crafted in silver branches that you designed is one of my favorite pieces that I am rarely without. Really, it should have a family.
Written By Rosalie
Sept. 8, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexandre
You are likewise Not Allowed To Die, Alexandre Wyrmguard! Or Dame Ida will have a partner in her hunt.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 8, 2018, 6:56 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
I enjoy custom orders in silver.
Written By Ida
Sept. 8, 2018, 6:34 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gerard
I will say what I often, oh so very very often, to my brother Austen: if you don't come back, I will come fetch whatever conscious remnants I might of you, from where ever they may be, and then kill you myself. Any possible missing people who may be related to your not returning after such an occurrence would simply be coincidental, at best.
Written By Victus
Sept. 8, 2018, 5:45 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Once I was doubtful of her. But the years have tempered her sense of duty well. Darkwater is in a good place with her and Countess Venta at the wheel.
Written By Victus
Sept. 8, 2018, 5:44 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I'd like to take the time to shower some praise upon my protege, Lord Karadoc. He has made business arrangements in Thrax so much easier to stomach in the few months that we have joined forces. Me, as one who shouts a lot. He, as one who talks prettier than I.
I should really fund a pub-crawl for the man sometime soon.
I should really fund a pub-crawl for the man sometime soon.
Written By Gerard
Sept. 8, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Perronne
for the record, if I do not return, it is /all/ your fault, and I feel truly sorry for what Ida will probably do to you.
Just..You know, so you can't claim you didn't know. Should be fun, though!
Just..You know, so you can't claim you didn't know. Should be fun, though!
Written By Perronne
Sept. 8, 2018, 4:57 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Oh, I am so nervous!
And I'm not even going. I should be going! I want to be going! But I have clients who I agreed to meet with, and I don't want to put this off any longer. So I shall entrust this to people who I think I CAN trust, and hope that it works out. May the Pantheon watch over them in their journey, and may they come back safe!
And hopefully with some things which can be restored and sold! Money is nice.
And I'm not even going. I should be going! I want to be going! But I have clients who I agreed to meet with, and I don't want to put this off any longer. So I shall entrust this to people who I think I CAN trust, and hope that it works out. May the Pantheon watch over them in their journey, and may they come back safe!
And hopefully with some things which can be restored and sold! Money is nice.
Written By Monique
Sept. 8, 2018, 4:46 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
I rejoice! My favorite place in this city is open once more! I feel like I ought to make this my own personal gift day.
Written By Jyri
Sept. 8, 2018, 4:45 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
Squirrel babies, a kitten and soon puppies.
Written By Harlex
Sept. 8, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
The subject of weapons came up in the drilling field. Qualities of steel and so forth. I tried to tell them that a good swordsman is better than a good sword.
They (the recruits) wouldn't hear it and asked me about mine.
So I told them about Grim.
When I arrived in Arx, I carried a longsword given to me by Captain Nazares when I joined the Dead Crows. He said it belonged to a 'mean-spirited corpse' and I never asked what that meant, but it doesn't take a Scholar to figure it out.
It was a standard longsword, thirty six inch blade the rest in the hilt. Only weighed about three, four pounds. Rusted to all damnation. It's previous owner had the cross-guard lined with these spikes that made it look like a straightened vine of thorns. Nasty instrument.
I loved it. I used nothing else.
After I came to the city, for a long time, it just sat near the fireplace. I'd eyeball it every evening, over a drink, and all the memories that were hidden in that blood-rust across the edge and in the pommel, in the secret dents and glaring scars.
Till one day I got sick of looking at it and I took it to Felix and had him detach the hilt, forge a new one, and fix up that tired blade. Even made a silver plating for the new pommel and new guard. Came out remarkable.
I then took the rusted hilt to the Shrine of Gloria. It seemed like the thing to do. And I gave it a bath in those flames, offering up all it's good deeds and asking forgiveness for the bad. Maybe I heard something, maybe I didn't.
Either way, since then I have had some luck with it, but it's still nothing special. It's limitations are clear, even in my hand. Just steel, as common as a blade of grass.
But there's no denying that it's deep as a well in it's memories.
And perhaps I will make some more with it, in time.
They (the recruits) wouldn't hear it and asked me about mine.
So I told them about Grim.
When I arrived in Arx, I carried a longsword given to me by Captain Nazares when I joined the Dead Crows. He said it belonged to a 'mean-spirited corpse' and I never asked what that meant, but it doesn't take a Scholar to figure it out.
It was a standard longsword, thirty six inch blade the rest in the hilt. Only weighed about three, four pounds. Rusted to all damnation. It's previous owner had the cross-guard lined with these spikes that made it look like a straightened vine of thorns. Nasty instrument.
I loved it. I used nothing else.
After I came to the city, for a long time, it just sat near the fireplace. I'd eyeball it every evening, over a drink, and all the memories that were hidden in that blood-rust across the edge and in the pommel, in the secret dents and glaring scars.
Till one day I got sick of looking at it and I took it to Felix and had him detach the hilt, forge a new one, and fix up that tired blade. Even made a silver plating for the new pommel and new guard. Came out remarkable.
I then took the rusted hilt to the Shrine of Gloria. It seemed like the thing to do. And I gave it a bath in those flames, offering up all it's good deeds and asking forgiveness for the bad. Maybe I heard something, maybe I didn't.
Either way, since then I have had some luck with it, but it's still nothing special. It's limitations are clear, even in my hand. Just steel, as common as a blade of grass.
But there's no denying that it's deep as a well in it's memories.
And perhaps I will make some more with it, in time.
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