Written By Saoirse
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Beaumont
It seems I may be going on an adventure - with a Valardin. Who knew they even knew HOW to have adventures! Who knew!
Written By Tomwell
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:09 p.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Last night, I had the privilege and joy of seeing the man I admire most in this world be recognized for his gifts. He truly is a Shepherd of the Faith, whom I'm honored to follow.
Written By Perronne
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:01 p.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Oh, ugh.
Wonderful birthday! There was ale, and wine, and a bottle of VERY fine whiskey gifted to me by a vanquisher of ducks. I did not drink the whole bottle, and I danced, and I spent time with new friends, and I stayed so long in the Grotto baths that my toes turned into a veritable maze of wrinkles.
But I am paying for it today, for if I did not drink the whole bottle, I did drink enough. By Mangata's Morning Migraines, I regret some of my life choices in this moment.
Ugh, even the ink smells. It smells terrible. I feel sick. I'll turn this in later.
Wonderful birthday! There was ale, and wine, and a bottle of VERY fine whiskey gifted to me by a vanquisher of ducks. I did not drink the whole bottle, and I danced, and I spent time with new friends, and I stayed so long in the Grotto baths that my toes turned into a veritable maze of wrinkles.
But I am paying for it today, for if I did not drink the whole bottle, I did drink enough. By Mangata's Morning Migraines, I regret some of my life choices in this moment.
Ugh, even the ink smells. It smells terrible. I feel sick. I'll turn this in later.
Written By Amari
Aug. 25, 2018, 11:16 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Casimir
For the record, I know that you, Marquis-Consort Casimir Acheron, are not actually fifty years old, nor are you my uncle.
I apologize if I teased you overly much. It was just a very pleasant surprise to see you again, and in Arx no less. Congratulations on your marriage, cousin!
I apologize if I teased you overly much. It was just a very pleasant surprise to see you again, and in Arx no less. Congratulations on your marriage, cousin!
Written By Miranda
Aug. 25, 2018, 11 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Faruq
The game.
So sweet and tantalizing and keeps him on his toes.
I hope.
What will he do next, I wonder?
If you want it back, you know where it is...
You will have to come claim it. I know you can.
So sweet and tantalizing and keeps him on his toes.
I hope.
What will he do next, I wonder?
If you want it back, you know where it is...
You will have to come claim it. I know you can.
Written By Miranda
Aug. 25, 2018, 10:58 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
Best line EVER...
"I will always be down the hall, even if I live across town."
Best big brother ever.
"I will always be down the hall, even if I live across town."
Best big brother ever.
Written By Caspian
Aug. 25, 2018, 10:32 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
I really wanted that fat unicorn stuffed animal.
Written By Vittoria
Aug. 25, 2018, 10:17 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
I am not fully sure if I should work on the men's fashion as well as on the women's.
Women seem to be more interested into renewing their wardrobe. They are always quite happy to get into a new gown or a new cloak.
I have made quite a few items for men but they do not seem to be interested. I feel like I wasted the fabrics at some point. Good that my husband will fit in some of the models!
I believe I should focus on the women fashion, indeed. Unless... I expect results too fast? Men are known to be a tad slower than women following up all the news in town.
Women seem to be more interested into renewing their wardrobe. They are always quite happy to get into a new gown or a new cloak.
I have made quite a few items for men but they do not seem to be interested. I feel like I wasted the fabrics at some point. Good that my husband will fit in some of the models!
I believe I should focus on the women fashion, indeed. Unless... I expect results too fast? Men are known to be a tad slower than women following up all the news in town.
Written By Iseulet
Aug. 25, 2018, 9:32 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Donato
A lovely visit from the Count today ended in me holding his hat for ransom. I think I might just keep it!
Written By Lucita
Aug. 25, 2018, 8:57 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Talwyn
We make such beautiful music together.
(Scholar, quit grinning and snickering, I said 'music' not love. The literal music, not the figurative type. Shame on you.)
He plays the harp or lute and I play the clavichord or Vielle and we both sing, or sometimes I just sing.
(Scholar, quit grinning and snickering, I said 'music' not love. The literal music, not the figurative type. Shame on you.)
He plays the harp or lute and I play the clavichord or Vielle and we both sing, or sometimes I just sing.
Written By Lucita
Aug. 25, 2018, 8:46 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
An evening of sharing and caring between friends was something I think we both needed. For hours we had long talks about personal losses, gave a few sympathetic hugs, spoke of mutual hopes and plans for the for the future, "Momma' tales of our children, pleasant music and shared burdens and worries. The wine, and refreshments were nice, too. It was something we both had missed, am glad we are friends.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 25, 2018, 7 a.m.(6/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
You have a decided gift for language, Marquis Hadrian. Reading your words is almost always a delight, but in your last musing, I found myself laughing even as my eyes welled with tears for the loss of our dear friend. I think that is precisely as it should be, grief and laughter both. Thank you, and thank Marquessa Cambria for sharing these intimate thoughts. Know that your loss is echoed in Keaton Hall, as well as the joy found in knowing him. I am looking forward to the memorial, as odd as those words feel to write. For in our shared loss and love, I feel it will be a party unlike any other. I know Kael and I will be there, cups raised and nurses warned that if there are any toddler screams the next day they will all be shipped to Oakhaven. (Not really, of course, but I have had the misfortune to have had a child shriek directly in my ear while suffering from wine head. Once was more than enough.)
Written By Hadrian
Aug. 25, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerio
The rest of the manor is dark. I've been hidden away under the Marquessa's bed for at least an hour. I've heard her sigh a number of times. I can only imagine that she's focusing on the task of writing about her uncle. I snuck in here two hours ago, hoping to spring out from under the bed to scare her, you see, journal. I knew that waiting may be demanded of me for the perfect opportunity, so I brought supplies with me so that I'd have the means to complete my oblations to Vellichor. I didn't realize that I would be here for so long. I can't feel my legs, journal. Since I do not wish to disrupt her own observations of her duty to Vellichor, I'll just refrain from sliding from beneath the bed while shouting 'oogity boogity gimme that booty'. For now.
I've had plenty of time to think about the fate that befell Lord Valerio since I've been trapped down here. I've spent time reflecting on how far the personal relationship between Valerio and I had come. How much was achieved in setting the past to rest. You see, when I married into this family, no one thought to say 'Hey, Hadrian, your cousin killed my uncle's wife'. Naturally when I met Valerio and he met Lucien Malvici's cousin, face to face, there was certainly some tension. It never came to blows, thankfully. There was certain verbal threats thrown my way. Each time I would simply seek to mollify the big, disgruntled man with understanding. I understood his anger. I didn't feel the same toward him, but I understood his toward me. I was a convenient target that was, by blood, adjacent to whom he wished to really exhaust his fury against.
Our relationship began on a foundation of tension. Which is unfortunate, but the world is often imperfect and frequently we must work from a starting point that could only be called disadvantageous. Over time though, Lord Valerio and I grew. As my work began in and around Ostria and the House which Lord Valerio loved, as the Voice of Marquessa Cambria Mazetti, he began to understand. This is my House now. This is, whether either of us liked it or not, where I needed to plant myself and grow. Was it ideal for either of us? It was unequivocally not. It was the situation we found ourselves in so, with time, we recognized as responsible people that we had to put aside our differences in order to work toward common goals. In that we learned in our ways to respect one another. I discovered Valerio to be the sort of man that could be passionate and fierce, but also warm and inviting. A wonderful friend and a terrible enemy. I began to recognize him for the man that he was; brave, dedicated, loving in his own way, hilarious, protective, and more. With time he realized that I was not my cousin and was not out to drown puppies and headbutt babies. Onward we progressed until I became comfortable calling him my family and I can only hope that I reached the same in his eyes.
A man with a penchant for spicy cheeses, brandy, bull balls, and in possession of more body hair than was necessary on any one human being. He will be missed. After the upcoming memorial in his honor, he will be conveyed to Ostria. There a number of ceremonies will be conducted. He was the Marshal of Ostria and he will be honored as such. I've been told that the Mazetti will publicly mourn their loss for no more than three days after the final rest of the Marshal. After that they are expected to have spent the time between death and interment. As a people I've found these Guardians to be quite industrious and it doesn't surprise me that they've even put into place protocols for the death of one of their own. They even have unofficial rules on hour to "properly mourn, according to our ancestors". They insist that throughout the mourning period at least one evening should be spent indulging in a vice that was held by the deceased as a show of respect to them - purely optional I've been told, but it's an interesting take on how to mourn a death for these people. Even after two years of marriage and living among them, I find their many traditions both old and new (to me) to be very interesting.
Valerio's earned his statue, if I'm to be asked by anyone within the tiers of this House. From common servant up through to the Marquessa, that is my answer. Valerio has earned his rememberance alongside those who have come and gone before him, to be remembered by those who come after him in service to all that he once held dear.
We will see you again soon. Don't get too comfortable.
I've had plenty of time to think about the fate that befell Lord Valerio since I've been trapped down here. I've spent time reflecting on how far the personal relationship between Valerio and I had come. How much was achieved in setting the past to rest. You see, when I married into this family, no one thought to say 'Hey, Hadrian, your cousin killed my uncle's wife'. Naturally when I met Valerio and he met Lucien Malvici's cousin, face to face, there was certainly some tension. It never came to blows, thankfully. There was certain verbal threats thrown my way. Each time I would simply seek to mollify the big, disgruntled man with understanding. I understood his anger. I didn't feel the same toward him, but I understood his toward me. I was a convenient target that was, by blood, adjacent to whom he wished to really exhaust his fury against.
Our relationship began on a foundation of tension. Which is unfortunate, but the world is often imperfect and frequently we must work from a starting point that could only be called disadvantageous. Over time though, Lord Valerio and I grew. As my work began in and around Ostria and the House which Lord Valerio loved, as the Voice of Marquessa Cambria Mazetti, he began to understand. This is my House now. This is, whether either of us liked it or not, where I needed to plant myself and grow. Was it ideal for either of us? It was unequivocally not. It was the situation we found ourselves in so, with time, we recognized as responsible people that we had to put aside our differences in order to work toward common goals. In that we learned in our ways to respect one another. I discovered Valerio to be the sort of man that could be passionate and fierce, but also warm and inviting. A wonderful friend and a terrible enemy. I began to recognize him for the man that he was; brave, dedicated, loving in his own way, hilarious, protective, and more. With time he realized that I was not my cousin and was not out to drown puppies and headbutt babies. Onward we progressed until I became comfortable calling him my family and I can only hope that I reached the same in his eyes.
A man with a penchant for spicy cheeses, brandy, bull balls, and in possession of more body hair than was necessary on any one human being. He will be missed. After the upcoming memorial in his honor, he will be conveyed to Ostria. There a number of ceremonies will be conducted. He was the Marshal of Ostria and he will be honored as such. I've been told that the Mazetti will publicly mourn their loss for no more than three days after the final rest of the Marshal. After that they are expected to have spent the time between death and interment. As a people I've found these Guardians to be quite industrious and it doesn't surprise me that they've even put into place protocols for the death of one of their own. They even have unofficial rules on hour to "properly mourn, according to our ancestors". They insist that throughout the mourning period at least one evening should be spent indulging in a vice that was held by the deceased as a show of respect to them - purely optional I've been told, but it's an interesting take on how to mourn a death for these people. Even after two years of marriage and living among them, I find their many traditions both old and new (to me) to be very interesting.
Valerio's earned his statue, if I'm to be asked by anyone within the tiers of this House. From common servant up through to the Marquessa, that is my answer. Valerio has earned his rememberance alongside those who have come and gone before him, to be remembered by those who come after him in service to all that he once held dear.
We will see you again soon. Don't get too comfortable.
Written By Shae
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:22 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
Who needs sleep?
I do. It comes not often enough for me, not without help.
It's no secret I'm different than what I was Before. I sometimes think the sleep just makes it worse, though I recognize myself in the irritability. The dogs, though, they know, they are sensitive to such things, as are horses and other creatures we depend on for protection and travel. When I am rattled and tired, they become affectionate, these silly pups. They lean into me, lick and sniff and cuddle. But they do not obey, either, when I am like this. It is frustrating.
But. I have kin and friends who help. Calm my mind with careful words and timid motions, like I am no longer the kennelmaster but a creature of a kennel. In that it works I do not mind.
I am off to try my bed again. Maybe it will be merciful.
I do. It comes not often enough for me, not without help.
It's no secret I'm different than what I was Before. I sometimes think the sleep just makes it worse, though I recognize myself in the irritability. The dogs, though, they know, they are sensitive to such things, as are horses and other creatures we depend on for protection and travel. When I am rattled and tired, they become affectionate, these silly pups. They lean into me, lick and sniff and cuddle. But they do not obey, either, when I am like this. It is frustrating.
But. I have kin and friends who help. Calm my mind with careful words and timid motions, like I am no longer the kennelmaster but a creature of a kennel. In that it works I do not mind.
I am off to try my bed again. Maybe it will be merciful.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:18 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
I lamented to several Crafters that have children about how my focus has completely gone to shit. The assure me this is normal and that eventually I'll get used to the constant splitting of my focus. This is ridiculous. How does anyone get anything done?
I actually tore apart my shop the other day looking for my favorite hammer.
Do you know where I found it?
In. My. Hand.
Utterly ridiculous.
I actually tore apart my shop the other day looking for my favorite hammer.
Do you know where I found it?
In. My. Hand.
Utterly ridiculous.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:13 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
I'm sitting at my desk and the whole of the room is still. The rest of the manor is dark. Everyone is out this evening and I'm here writing about the death of my uncle. I haven't felt such gloom since my father died. The question of: Why did he have to die? is implicitly followed by that of: How did he live his life? The answer to that is easy: fearlessly. Learning how to die, according to Scholar Abaddon, is unlearning how to be a slave. Valerio, who fell fighting enemies of the Compact, was no slave.
The Marshal was born and raised in Ostria, a military man who was a very talented landscape artist and gardener (though few knew of it), capable of being among the best-dressed men when he chose to go without his armor, and a very good father to his son, Vitalis. He was funny as only few can be funny, with a straight face coupled with extreme exaggeration.
Needless to say, all his friends and family are devastated. We of House Mazetti plan to honor him in a manner he would have approved of. The memorial will take place a few days hence, upon the beach. It is very hard to write about someone you love without sounding maudlin and overly sentimental - but to me, Valerio was a very warm and caring person, and that isn't to infer he was soft. Far from it. He was tough as an old root, stubborn as all hell, but also dutiful, dependable, and witty.
He was also made as the proverbial hatter.
He has great friends who will miss him as much as myself and the rest of the family will. The last thing he would want is for us to snuff out all the candles, and decline all messages. He'd rather hear: Start all the laughter, bring out the brandy, it's time for a party. Let's go see the Keatons.
Having written those last few lines, I find myself in a better mood than when I started.
The Marshal was born and raised in Ostria, a military man who was a very talented landscape artist and gardener (though few knew of it), capable of being among the best-dressed men when he chose to go without his armor, and a very good father to his son, Vitalis. He was funny as only few can be funny, with a straight face coupled with extreme exaggeration.
Needless to say, all his friends and family are devastated. We of House Mazetti plan to honor him in a manner he would have approved of. The memorial will take place a few days hence, upon the beach. It is very hard to write about someone you love without sounding maudlin and overly sentimental - but to me, Valerio was a very warm and caring person, and that isn't to infer he was soft. Far from it. He was tough as an old root, stubborn as all hell, but also dutiful, dependable, and witty.
He was also made as the proverbial hatter.
He has great friends who will miss him as much as myself and the rest of the family will. The last thing he would want is for us to snuff out all the candles, and decline all messages. He'd rather hear: Start all the laughter, bring out the brandy, it's time for a party. Let's go see the Keatons.
Having written those last few lines, I find myself in a better mood than when I started.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
I chase the sun until it disappears and the moon comes up in it's wake. I stand upon the deck and watch the water and the skies, my fingers gripping the rail. Victus sailed to the isle of storms and I to Maelstrom. We deal with our grief in different ways I suppose. He into cleaving things likely and me... I should have gone to Bastion. But some days I do not know if I would be welcome back for a visit.
The days pass regardless, a blur. The hole carved in my heart feeling much like it was done with a spoon and the guilt it's sutures. I shouldn't have asked him. I didn't think it would be him. Yes, anyone who went had the possibility. It was dangerous. We all knew this. Even waiting on the boat would have it's own perils. Protect him I asked him. Gods I am selfish. Protect Victus, make sure he comes back. I wanted someone I could trust to know the importance of not just who they were rescuing, but of who to ensure came back at all costs.
So I chase the sun. We make sure that we do not breech redwater. I stand at the prow and watch the waves. I should have brought Lark. I should have done a lot of stuff.
I shouldn't have asked him to go and for that, I'll stand before sentinel. There is much that I will have to stand before Sentinel for before my end comes.
The days pass regardless, a blur. The hole carved in my heart feeling much like it was done with a spoon and the guilt it's sutures. I shouldn't have asked him. I didn't think it would be him. Yes, anyone who went had the possibility. It was dangerous. We all knew this. Even waiting on the boat would have it's own perils. Protect him I asked him. Gods I am selfish. Protect Victus, make sure he comes back. I wanted someone I could trust to know the importance of not just who they were rescuing, but of who to ensure came back at all costs.
So I chase the sun. We make sure that we do not breech redwater. I stand at the prow and watch the waves. I should have brought Lark. I should have done a lot of stuff.
I shouldn't have asked him to go and for that, I'll stand before sentinel. There is much that I will have to stand before Sentinel for before my end comes.
Written By Wylla
Aug. 24, 2018, 11:44 p.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
If anyone needs anything from the Shrine of Jayus for the next few days, please seek out my First Disciple. I'll need some time for contemplation and prayer, and I won't be much good at talking to people for a few days. Thank you for your understanding! Hana is a very competent First Disciple and has my trust in all matters.
(OOC: I'm still around, not off-game! Strictly an IC post, still messengerable, et cetera.)
(OOC: I'm still around, not off-game! Strictly an IC post, still messengerable, et cetera.)
Written By Simone
Aug. 24, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Sometimes you learn something new about someone you thought you knew well. It is in those times that sometimes you realize how little you knew about that person, and get the joy of a new discovery of them.
I thank you for the time spent in discussion and your guidance. I look forward to many more talks in the future. Your friendship is, as always, a treasure to me, my cousin.
I thank you for the time spent in discussion and your guidance. I look forward to many more talks in the future. Your friendship is, as always, a treasure to me, my cousin.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 24, 2018, 11:27 p.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
Dwarves. He thinks I am descended from people who live or lived under a mountain in a land far to the south called the suthyrn wastes.
or dragons. Possibly dragons. Fanciful tales. Just like the tales spoken by the fire of large behemoths called formorians.
some day I should ask what they drink and to share with me. Till then I shall laugh softly and admire them for their imagination.
or dragons. Possibly dragons. Fanciful tales. Just like the tales spoken by the fire of large behemoths called formorians.
some day I should ask what they drink and to share with me. Till then I shall laugh softly and admire them for their imagination.
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