Written By Lorenzo
Aug. 19, 2018, 9:49 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Last night's Gala was dazzling, to the credit of my very dear cousin Lady Monique Greenmarch and, I'm certain, numerous others who spent time and silver on a thousand perfect details. Gwenna and I managed to take a peek at the garden in Whisper House as well, which seems perfect for a nighttime wedding reception. I met so many new people and saw so many dear friends, I'm sure I'll be thinking of this event for ages.
Written By Vittoria
Aug. 19, 2018, 9:21 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
My husband's and mine shop is still under constructions. My poor husband fell ill. I hope he will get better soon. To keep myself busy and less worried, I was sewing at our small rented room and now I do have three dresses for sale:
* sleeveless gown with pure gold and gemstone butterflies appliques of excellent quality.
* black long high-neck gown with sapphires and a small train of exceptional quality.
* sheer, weightless pure white silk nightgown decorated with gold and moonstones of excellent quality.
I wonder if I will be able to sell them. It's hard, though, when you are without a shop. I have been lingering more north from the city center, hoping that someone will notice those dresses. I could go to the market but the place is already quite crowded and it is hard to rent a stall there.
* sleeveless gown with pure gold and gemstone butterflies appliques of excellent quality.
* black long high-neck gown with sapphires and a small train of exceptional quality.
* sheer, weightless pure white silk nightgown decorated with gold and moonstones of excellent quality.
I wonder if I will be able to sell them. It's hard, though, when you are without a shop. I have been lingering more north from the city center, hoping that someone will notice those dresses. I could go to the market but the place is already quite crowded and it is hard to rent a stall there.
Written By Mae
Aug. 19, 2018, 8:37 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Such prizes given away at the gala! Is it too boring to write how long I could keep the soup kitchen running with that silver? How many mouths we could feed?
Probably!
Probably!
Written By Elloise
Aug. 19, 2018, 7:19 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Thought: Uncertain if considered a drive or an instinct. Preset motivations that push our behaviors in predictable ways. Drives are not unmodifiable or even irresistible, like instincts - but they are innate. They are not learned - and (with occasional exceptions) they are common. I think. I think I will need to learn.
Written By Malesh
Aug. 19, 2018, 4:13 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
What a success our most recent projects have been. Of course, we cannot know for certain the value of this success until the fruit of these labors ripens fully, but until then repairs and construction have been completed and commoners seem eager to learn earn their share of the wealth Stonewood March has to offer.
Written By Shard
Aug. 19, 2018, 3:36 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
One night, when I was very little, I made a promise. I was young, too young to understand what I was doing, or to understand much about anything other than what I was feeling in the moment. But as I grew older I remembered that night and that promise I made, and I made it again, and again, and slowly as I grew up I understood it a little more, a little deeper. Eventually I was old enough to understand at least a little of what I was promising, even if it's taken me many, many years more to grasp the size of it, and even if it might take even longer to grasp it even further.
Every day I wake up with a purpose. There are mornings when I have trouble getting out of bed; everyone has mornings like these. There are mornings when I'm uncertain, or angry, or lost. I don't know the how. I don't know the when. I get frustrated, I get impatient. I feel helpless. But I always know what I want and where I want to go, and I've known that for a very, very long time now, since I was very, very young. Sometimes I dream about it. Sometimes my dreams only remind me of it when they're gone, when I wake up alone in the quiet and I remember why I made the promise the very first time.
Every now and then I make the promise again. Sometimes to myself. Sometimes to someone else. You could call it a ritual, but it's not. It's merely a choice. The choice that I will keep making, every day, until either I'm dead, or, somehow, that promise is fulfilled.
Every day I wake up with a purpose. There are mornings when I have trouble getting out of bed; everyone has mornings like these. There are mornings when I'm uncertain, or angry, or lost. I don't know the how. I don't know the when. I get frustrated, I get impatient. I feel helpless. But I always know what I want and where I want to go, and I've known that for a very, very long time now, since I was very, very young. Sometimes I dream about it. Sometimes my dreams only remind me of it when they're gone, when I wake up alone in the quiet and I remember why I made the promise the very first time.
Every now and then I make the promise again. Sometimes to myself. Sometimes to someone else. You could call it a ritual, but it's not. It's merely a choice. The choice that I will keep making, every day, until either I'm dead, or, somehow, that promise is fulfilled.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 19, 2018, 2:01 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
It was an overwhelming night. I can write that at least. I did volunteer to attend as Pena Stormrider, the last Heirophant and spent my time with Lord Alessandro Greenmarch learning of the stories written about her and the legend so woven around her. There were others there though whether some of them were real or not, I have to wonder, especially of the stories told of them. Of Prince Tyrval and his magical making of chairs from drops of his blood.
I am convinced that those in my alcove were pulling an old womans leg. I had to leave now and then, the sheer noise, the mingling of people and jewelry and weapons, all of it was overwhelming. But I did manage to be stolen for a dance from a surprising individual. Mortimer. Of all people.
In the end I couldn't stay. It really was too loud and now my head hurts. I can hear the headress from over here and it sings as sweetly as it did when my daughter made it. I should send it to the shop to store there. So lovely.
I am convinced that those in my alcove were pulling an old womans leg. I had to leave now and then, the sheer noise, the mingling of people and jewelry and weapons, all of it was overwhelming. But I did manage to be stolen for a dance from a surprising individual. Mortimer. Of all people.
In the end I couldn't stay. It really was too loud and now my head hurts. I can hear the headress from over here and it sings as sweetly as it did when my daughter made it. I should send it to the shop to store there. So lovely.
Written By Victus
Aug. 19, 2018, 1:59 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Danse. Danse Thrax.
I've had my eye on you for sometime boy and kept a strong leash on my thoughts in the meanwhile too. I was cautious. Waiting for the other shoe to drop as I was expecting. Your sister is so fucking loud, so wroth. All the time she's got fire burning in her heart. When she don't, she's just sleeping to unleash it all again. Yet you... I can count the number of times I've heard you cry over something on my hands. The first one being when I broke the door down right after your entrance to the world.
Surely this boy is not so quiet, I thought. Surely the terror of a toddler was going to break free at some point. No child can be so perfect, with so little headaches.
But it is truly a miracle. You are a gift, my boy. You sleep often, you observe for ages before you even make a sound. You've got streaks of your mother in you and I'm damn glad for it. I'd go insane before I was able to raise a second hellion like Astrid. You've a strong mind developing boy. I wonder if you'll be as finely tuned with the spoken word as your mother. Maybe you'll be a lawyer. Or perhaps a nautical enthusiast.
If anything, I have a feeling you'll be smarter than me one day. That's good, boy.
I've had my eye on you for sometime boy and kept a strong leash on my thoughts in the meanwhile too. I was cautious. Waiting for the other shoe to drop as I was expecting. Your sister is so fucking loud, so wroth. All the time she's got fire burning in her heart. When she don't, she's just sleeping to unleash it all again. Yet you... I can count the number of times I've heard you cry over something on my hands. The first one being when I broke the door down right after your entrance to the world.
Surely this boy is not so quiet, I thought. Surely the terror of a toddler was going to break free at some point. No child can be so perfect, with so little headaches.
But it is truly a miracle. You are a gift, my boy. You sleep often, you observe for ages before you even make a sound. You've got streaks of your mother in you and I'm damn glad for it. I'd go insane before I was able to raise a second hellion like Astrid. You've a strong mind developing boy. I wonder if you'll be as finely tuned with the spoken word as your mother. Maybe you'll be a lawyer. Or perhaps a nautical enthusiast.
If anything, I have a feeling you'll be smarter than me one day. That's good, boy.
Written By Faruq
Aug. 19, 2018, 1:22 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
** Written in Faruq's loopy flowing handwriting rather than via scribe **
It was my first true Gala and I enjoyed myself immensely. I met a number of new individuals that I quite enjoyed speaking with. I even danced and managed to not crush anyone's toes. I am glad I went.
Now, what to do with this bottle of rum. Rum should be enjoyed and savored, not allowed to linger. Yet... what to do when this bottle of rum is gone? I likely shant get another like it.
Perplexing.
It was my first true Gala and I enjoyed myself immensely. I met a number of new individuals that I quite enjoyed speaking with. I even danced and managed to not crush anyone's toes. I am glad I went.
Now, what to do with this bottle of rum. Rum should be enjoyed and savored, not allowed to linger. Yet... what to do when this bottle of rum is gone? I likely shant get another like it.
Perplexing.
Written By Coraline
Aug. 19, 2018, 1:10 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The gala was everything I had imagined and more. The thrones, the Legends the song. It was all breathtaking, Monique has outdone herself I feel because frankly I have no idea how she managed to pull this off, but she did so with her usual grace.
My hat is off to you Lady Monique, and my glass raised. Well done, very well done.
My hat is off to you Lady Monique, and my glass raised. Well done, very well done.
Written By Morrighan
Aug. 19, 2018, 12:55 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I can't adequately express in words my joy for you and Oliver. I remember a time when you doubted that you'd have this kind of life, marriage and children, but look at you now. I'm so happy for you, and I can't wait to meet the little one, they're going to be -so- spoiled.
I'm going to be an Auntie!
I'm going to be an Auntie!
Written By Delilah
Aug. 19, 2018, 12:39 a.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
::New Mythologies::
We will dance together on
The edge of night,
The shimmer-woven decadence of time,
Rings where oblivion tips its face into the black sea
And rises from the western night.
For I know truly
That immortality is only found
Where our feet dip in the shadows
And your smile is the only light I seek.
We will dance together on
The edge of night,
The shimmer-woven decadence of time,
Rings where oblivion tips its face into the black sea
And rises from the western night.
For I know truly
That immortality is only found
Where our feet dip in the shadows
And your smile is the only light I seek.
Written By Vanora
Aug. 18, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
I've written so many things in the whites and the blacks on pain, misery, sorrow. On loss. Reflections that are downright depressing, and part of what I reflect on tonight is that way. I hadn't ever realized how far I'd been from happiness. Moments of joy or laughter maybe, but not the bone deep happy that changes who you are.
This, this year is the first time I have ever truly known happiness in abundance, and it is in /such/ abundance that I ought express how grateful I am. There have been challenges, there always are, but I find that I enjoy them now...I seek them out and hope for them instead of finding them a setback. With every one I have become someone stronger, smarter...more worthy, and I hope that they continue to shape me so.
On the other side of those challenges though, there has been such beauty, such wonder, such love. I may have overindulged mildly in the champagne tonight but that alone doesn't explain my mood. My home does. My family does. My husband, our father, our sons. Friends, allies, and loved ones who have been with us through all of it, with me through all of it.
The next time I am sad, or frightened, I want to remember this. That I've also been blissful, and that I can get back there again. I know the way.
This, this year is the first time I have ever truly known happiness in abundance, and it is in /such/ abundance that I ought express how grateful I am. There have been challenges, there always are, but I find that I enjoy them now...I seek them out and hope for them instead of finding them a setback. With every one I have become someone stronger, smarter...more worthy, and I hope that they continue to shape me so.
On the other side of those challenges though, there has been such beauty, such wonder, such love. I may have overindulged mildly in the champagne tonight but that alone doesn't explain my mood. My home does. My family does. My husband, our father, our sons. Friends, allies, and loved ones who have been with us through all of it, with me through all of it.
The next time I am sad, or frightened, I want to remember this. That I've also been blissful, and that I can get back there again. I know the way.
Written By Lisebet
Aug. 18, 2018, 11:53 p.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Thank you! i think I saw you at the gala, but such a crush! we'll have to get together and catch up soon!
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 18, 2018, 11:24 p.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
You liar. You said you were leaving to pick up an order from the market. SUPER URGENT, you said. You couldn't send a missive to the archives like everyone else??
Silly man.
You'll be an amazing father.
Silly man.
You'll be an amazing father.
Written By Oliver
Aug. 18, 2018, 11:13 p.m.(6/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
It's funny how a single announcement can turn one worry into several thousand, yet bring with it so much joy and happiness, too. We've been waiting so long for this, you and I, but it looks like we've turned wishes into reality. And while nine months seems like a very short amount of time to wait, it honestly feels as though it will take forever ... but only because I'm just so damned anxious to meet the little one that we've created.
I love you, Joscelin Arterius. You made me whole when you came into my life. And now, somehow, you've made my life all the richer, and completed me all over again.
Today I am the happiest man in all of Arvum! And I think I may be that way for a long time to come.
I love you, Joscelin Arterius. You made me whole when you came into my life. And now, somehow, you've made my life all the richer, and completed me all over again.
Today I am the happiest man in all of Arvum! And I think I may be that way for a long time to come.
Written By Quenia
Aug. 18, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(6/3/1009 AR)
Well, I made an appearance at least, even if I did not stay long. Congratulations to Fecundo for winning the first cloak.
Written By Quenia
Aug. 18, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(6/3/1009 AR)
Cullen informed me that he was called away on some other duties at the last minute. I have to say, I'm not quite as excited about going to this thing on my own. I have this pretty new dress, and a new pair of iridescite earrings to go with it, and no escort.
Perhaps I'll just do a quiet night in, instead.
Perhaps I'll just do a quiet night in, instead.
Written By Jordan
Aug. 18, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(6/3/1009 AR)
Whether by the point of a sword or by the sound of the judge's gavel, we all seek justice.
Written By Mae
Aug. 18, 2018, 7:11 p.m.(6/3/1009 AR)
The more I watch, the more I see the world repeating itself. I can't help but feel drawn to Mangata's shrine. Is this not the cycle of the moon and the tides that follow?
I suppose that means it's time I put out volume four of the Harlequin's History Of Arx.
I suppose that means it's time I put out volume four of the Harlequin's History Of Arx.
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