Written By Vittoria
Aug. 2, 2018, 1:10 a.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
It's been only few days since my husband and I arrived and all people were way friendlier than we expected.
Especially, I was surprised by a warm welcome of the Crafters Guild. It seems that they are working closely together not against each other as competitors. I can appreciate that. While we have sent a request to Guildmaster Joscelin, Master Oliver Arterius reach out for us on his own merit! Later we received a very pleasant suggestion from Guildmaster Joscelin.
We will not just sign the contract of a loan but we already received a gift which will allow us to start our business properly. Such support is absolutely necessary on the first days in a new place. We are still waiting for the contract but I am pretty sure it will be well made.
So, I want to give thumbs up for the Crafters Guild of Arx.
It's a pleasure and an honor to become a part of it.
Especially, I was surprised by a warm welcome of the Crafters Guild. It seems that they are working closely together not against each other as competitors. I can appreciate that. While we have sent a request to Guildmaster Joscelin, Master Oliver Arterius reach out for us on his own merit! Later we received a very pleasant suggestion from Guildmaster Joscelin.
We will not just sign the contract of a loan but we already received a gift which will allow us to start our business properly. Such support is absolutely necessary on the first days in a new place. We are still waiting for the contract but I am pretty sure it will be well made.
So, I want to give thumbs up for the Crafters Guild of Arx.
It's a pleasure and an honor to become a part of it.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:59 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
It is a strange thing. To sit and listen to ones daughter on what was found during an intense few weeks within the archives and the whites. For mentions of ones family name and of metal that speaks.
Stranger still to see entries that speak ill of ones family simply because individuals have managed to here and there show such skills as to inspire jealousy and ill whispers. I do not know whether to be affronted - and truly these people are long dead so there would be no point to affront - or to laugh. To write of mixed heritage. Which ends up begging the question of what do they mean by -mixed-? Truly, it's confusing at times. But then, I chose to pursue this avenue and now I have to decide if I would pursue it further.
Perhaps see if I cannot find some of these remarkable pieces that those of my lineage have wrought and see what they have to whisper.
Stranger still to see entries that speak ill of ones family simply because individuals have managed to here and there show such skills as to inspire jealousy and ill whispers. I do not know whether to be affronted - and truly these people are long dead so there would be no point to affront - or to laugh. To write of mixed heritage. Which ends up begging the question of what do they mean by -mixed-? Truly, it's confusing at times. But then, I chose to pursue this avenue and now I have to decide if I would pursue it further.
Perhaps see if I cannot find some of these remarkable pieces that those of my lineage have wrought and see what they have to whisper.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
SIGH. It's true. You've found me out. Scholars, please note for the record that I will be dressing in my (umbra) curtains for the foreseeable future. I am disgraced.
Written By Berenice
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:32 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
Honestly, the lows you will sink to, Lord Karadoc! I am appalled. I am _affronted_.
Especially because I know you're just jealous I didn't try to steal any of _your_ silks.
Especially because I know you're just jealous I didn't try to steal any of _your_ silks.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
It's GOOD to see that you managed to survive that sartorial strike.
Written By Mirari
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:19 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
She threatened me. I was quite afraid.
Written By Karadoc
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:16 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
There are those that are fashion forward, those who follow trends -- and then there is Princess Berenice. I heard an interesting rumor in a shop today, that a certain princess is so relentless, so ruthless in her pursuit of silk that she has been stealing gown off of innocent peerage passerby. TERRIBLE rumor. Shouldn't be SPREAD at ALL.
Written By Tabitha
Aug. 1, 2018, 10:11 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Cabbit still loves his Aunty Kenna too!
Written By Merek
Aug. 1, 2018, 9:49 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Skye
A wonderful Lady, I'm hopeful that my winery skills can work to her expectation. That is all that I will be mentioning about this though! It is nice to be back in the wine game.
Written By Merek
Aug. 1, 2018, 9:47 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
It's the rainy season, and it is the best time for treating your plants. I might start actually selling or gifting some of the flowers that I care for.
Written By Jacali
Aug. 1, 2018, 9:25 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Wore a bloody tiara today, I did. Felt wrong. Felt bloody heavy, it did. Not sure how I felt about it. All tolt true, mind, iff'n I'm bein' right honest... wouldn't mind havin' sommit like that. Some day. Y'know, when I'm Queen of This World and the Next, that is.
Written By Kenna
Aug. 1, 2018, 7:28 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Whitehawk Manor will never be the same after Sally and Tiny Tom are done (Tiny Tom is welcome to stay as long as she wants!).
Tiny Tom really isn't the best influence on Sally. She's doing very unprincesslike things lately, and doesn't seem to want to ride about on my corner any more.
At least Muffin still loves me though.
Tiny Tom really isn't the best influence on Sally. She's doing very unprincesslike things lately, and doesn't seem to want to ride about on my corner any more.
At least Muffin still loves me though.
Written By Perronne
Aug. 1, 2018, 6:41 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Ways in which the city is better than the wilderness:
1. Actual beds. This is a big one. I have rented a perfectly respectable set of rooms in the Upper Boroughs, and they contain a bed! You may not feel that warrants the exclamation mark, but I assure you it does. When you sleep outdoors, not a night goes by that you do not have The Intruder. Sometimes it's a stick. Sometimes it's a rock. It doesn't matter how carefully you choose or sweep the ground, nor how thick your bedroll is, there is ALWAYS The Intruder. Sometimes it is alive, and I've got a couple of adorable scars from before I learned not to scream and flail upon waking, no matter what is slithering around your legs.
2. Fresh food. I woke up this morning, and instead of having to try and make travel food palatable, I just walked out of the building and down the street a little, to find one person selling hot, roasted nuts, and another freshly caught fish cooked on skewers, with a blend of spices that nearly had me drooling down the front of my shirt. And just past that? A bakery! With hot, yeasty bread in a loaf half the size of my head. I ate it all. All of it. Every drop, every crumb, every sniff. And then I went home and groaned on the bed and regretted my life choices.
3. Baths! No, sorry. BATHS! There we go. Proper emphasis. Just hot water in general. You get used to cold camps when you're off the roads - anyone out there with you is not someone you want to meet without a good squad of fighters with you, and sometimes even WITH a good squad. Rivers and soap meant to get two week old grime from travel clothes are the best you can do. And it is terrible. First night in any town or city large enough to have an inn, I order a bath. Drawn for me if I can at all afford it, but even if I have to fill the tub myself, it's still worth it.
4. People! People who will buy my things and give me copper and silver and other delightful coins that I can then trade for wonderful things. And invest. Of course. I don't waste my money. Most of my money.
1. Actual beds. This is a big one. I have rented a perfectly respectable set of rooms in the Upper Boroughs, and they contain a bed! You may not feel that warrants the exclamation mark, but I assure you it does. When you sleep outdoors, not a night goes by that you do not have The Intruder. Sometimes it's a stick. Sometimes it's a rock. It doesn't matter how carefully you choose or sweep the ground, nor how thick your bedroll is, there is ALWAYS The Intruder. Sometimes it is alive, and I've got a couple of adorable scars from before I learned not to scream and flail upon waking, no matter what is slithering around your legs.
2. Fresh food. I woke up this morning, and instead of having to try and make travel food palatable, I just walked out of the building and down the street a little, to find one person selling hot, roasted nuts, and another freshly caught fish cooked on skewers, with a blend of spices that nearly had me drooling down the front of my shirt. And just past that? A bakery! With hot, yeasty bread in a loaf half the size of my head. I ate it all. All of it. Every drop, every crumb, every sniff. And then I went home and groaned on the bed and regretted my life choices.
3. Baths! No, sorry. BATHS! There we go. Proper emphasis. Just hot water in general. You get used to cold camps when you're off the roads - anyone out there with you is not someone you want to meet without a good squad of fighters with you, and sometimes even WITH a good squad. Rivers and soap meant to get two week old grime from travel clothes are the best you can do. And it is terrible. First night in any town or city large enough to have an inn, I order a bath. Drawn for me if I can at all afford it, but even if I have to fill the tub myself, it's still worth it.
4. People! People who will buy my things and give me copper and silver and other delightful coins that I can then trade for wonderful things. And invest. Of course. I don't waste my money. Most of my money.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 1, 2018, 6:22 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
It is in these moments where my body decides to stage a revolt that I am grateful to have such trustworthy assistant Guildmasters. I don't know what I'd do without them.
[The Scholar notes this was written on vellum and slid from under a bathroom door to a messenger that then delivered it to be recorded. The Guildmaster apparently found it that important. 'In case I die', she said, over-dramatically.]
[The Scholar notes this was written on vellum and slid from under a bathroom door to a messenger that then delivered it to be recorded. The Guildmaster apparently found it that important. 'In case I die', she said, over-dramatically.]
Written By Aksel
Aug. 1, 2018, 5:43 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
The Commoners Ball. I don't know if one could really call it a ball. At least not in the typical fashion. It was just people getting together to enjoy an evening. Even a certain High Lord deciding to join in the festivities, didn't damper the mood. While I had thought not to come, I am glad I did.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 1, 2018, 4:52 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
I will stop drinking the ocean. I will find a straw and glass, as it were. The mantra for the week.
Strong advice from someone with a better rooted view of things than currently I possess. After all the work I've done this week, my head spinning. How can I keep everything into neat, straight lines of logical inquiry? Possibly not possible, and something to be accepted. Like so many other subjects in Arvum, things rarely line up into neat columns that balance at the end. There will be holes and gaps. Any scholar learns to deal with a certain degree of uncertainty or vagueness if they want to keep their heads at all.
I hate the vagueness. Give me concrete scraps that I can blend together in a strong weaving, something that will hold up to scrutiny and examination. Not this round.
Having forged what sounded like a reasonably understandable hypothesis, I found out the hypothesis was largely true. The weight of evidence is enormous, beyond the scope of the question I asked. I took three steps back with the evidence and promptly realized I had barely touched the tip of the subject. So much for making frosting, I've got a cake the size of the royal banquet table to figure out. These ideas don't scale easily.
Back to the drawing board for a few notions. If anyone finds me asleep in a park, they'll understand why.
One of my theories was utterly rewritten by excellent data, some mild changes and now I'm ready to say my eyes bleed red and sting from the lack of sleep.
The call to the horizon so very strong. The challenge in learning leaves and pages from a dozen books, ones you know are connected somehow by some common author, is following a thread that makes any sense. And I'm fairly sure I make a poor scholar at this point.
Strong advice from someone with a better rooted view of things than currently I possess. After all the work I've done this week, my head spinning. How can I keep everything into neat, straight lines of logical inquiry? Possibly not possible, and something to be accepted. Like so many other subjects in Arvum, things rarely line up into neat columns that balance at the end. There will be holes and gaps. Any scholar learns to deal with a certain degree of uncertainty or vagueness if they want to keep their heads at all.
I hate the vagueness. Give me concrete scraps that I can blend together in a strong weaving, something that will hold up to scrutiny and examination. Not this round.
Having forged what sounded like a reasonably understandable hypothesis, I found out the hypothesis was largely true. The weight of evidence is enormous, beyond the scope of the question I asked. I took three steps back with the evidence and promptly realized I had barely touched the tip of the subject. So much for making frosting, I've got a cake the size of the royal banquet table to figure out. These ideas don't scale easily.
Back to the drawing board for a few notions. If anyone finds me asleep in a park, they'll understand why.
One of my theories was utterly rewritten by excellent data, some mild changes and now I'm ready to say my eyes bleed red and sting from the lack of sleep.
The call to the horizon so very strong. The challenge in learning leaves and pages from a dozen books, ones you know are connected somehow by some common author, is following a thread that makes any sense. And I'm fairly sure I make a poor scholar at this point.
Written By Perronne
Aug. 1, 2018, 4:18 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Oh my goodness.
Arx is so very...tall. It's just tall! You see it from the road, and these huge mesas loom from the land, like the King himself could be peeking down from atop whatever one of those tiny buildings he resides in and staring right at you! I'm sure he doesn't - even a King's eyesight isn't likely to be that good, and surely he has better things to do with his time. People who need to bow at him, babies to be kissed, laws to stare at in what I am sure is a very serious and studious manner before waving his hand and saying, "Let it be so," in a very kingly fashion. There are probably trumpets whenever he does. But the point is, the POINT is that is feels like he could, if he wanted to.
Because Arx is very tall. It is also, I don't mind saying, a bit of a workout to navigate on foot. I've got my latest goods stored, at least, and I went by to take my most recent journals to the Archives. The GRAND Archives! Which they are. Very grand! I'm usually dropping a stack of journals off in a building that's clearly built to withstand shavs with torches first and foremost. I will have to visit the shrine of Gild soon; I understand that it is also very GRAND and I wish to give thanks to Her for having - once again - survived the resource acquisition phase without ending up dead or missing anything I can't buy back. I must also donate to the Silver Order for (twice again? Thrice? At /least/ thrice again) saving my hide out there.
Then? I shall have to see if I can't cash in some old favors to acquire a storefront, and work on reaching out to people for the next glorious step in the master plan. It is a glorious plan. And a glorious step. There is glory all over this plan, is what I am saying.
I should also probably stop by the shrine of Gloria.
Arx is so very...tall. It's just tall! You see it from the road, and these huge mesas loom from the land, like the King himself could be peeking down from atop whatever one of those tiny buildings he resides in and staring right at you! I'm sure he doesn't - even a King's eyesight isn't likely to be that good, and surely he has better things to do with his time. People who need to bow at him, babies to be kissed, laws to stare at in what I am sure is a very serious and studious manner before waving his hand and saying, "Let it be so," in a very kingly fashion. There are probably trumpets whenever he does. But the point is, the POINT is that is feels like he could, if he wanted to.
Because Arx is very tall. It is also, I don't mind saying, a bit of a workout to navigate on foot. I've got my latest goods stored, at least, and I went by to take my most recent journals to the Archives. The GRAND Archives! Which they are. Very grand! I'm usually dropping a stack of journals off in a building that's clearly built to withstand shavs with torches first and foremost. I will have to visit the shrine of Gild soon; I understand that it is also very GRAND and I wish to give thanks to Her for having - once again - survived the resource acquisition phase without ending up dead or missing anything I can't buy back. I must also donate to the Silver Order for (twice again? Thrice? At /least/ thrice again) saving my hide out there.
Then? I shall have to see if I can't cash in some old favors to acquire a storefront, and work on reaching out to people for the next glorious step in the master plan. It is a glorious plan. And a glorious step. There is glory all over this plan, is what I am saying.
I should also probably stop by the shrine of Gloria.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 1, 2018, 3:23 p.m.(4/21/1009 AR)
Tiny Tom has made a best friend I think. Sally the Squirrel, a squirrel and a stoat. They've both been elsewhere so I don't have to watch the antics myself, but I've been assured it is something else.
Meanwhile Hyberbole (That is how the name is spelled, I didn't name her) is growing into a fine horse. She is more curious than Betsy was by far, but she lacks the calm temperment that made Betsy one of a kind. I get the feeling Hyberbole has a lot of growing left to do.
I thought to make a comment in my journals about this, because one of the guardsmen noticed there wasn't a stoat hanging around my bunk. Apparently that has been such an ever present thing since I came here that they were wondering if I'd left the guard or died. It was exactly as charming of a conversation as I make it sound.
I think I'll leave Tiny Tom with the Whitehawks a while longer.
Meanwhile Hyberbole (That is how the name is spelled, I didn't name her) is growing into a fine horse. She is more curious than Betsy was by far, but she lacks the calm temperment that made Betsy one of a kind. I get the feeling Hyberbole has a lot of growing left to do.
I thought to make a comment in my journals about this, because one of the guardsmen noticed there wasn't a stoat hanging around my bunk. Apparently that has been such an ever present thing since I came here that they were wondering if I'd left the guard or died. It was exactly as charming of a conversation as I make it sound.
I think I'll leave Tiny Tom with the Whitehawks a while longer.
Written By Aaron
Aug. 1, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(4/20/1009 AR)
Last night I decided to go ahead and get out of the workshop for a bit. Ended up at Grayhope Manor, where I was shown much entertainment as well as hospitality. Some good booze, first off. I hardly even know what a banana -is-, but it turns into some damned fine liquor.
Mayir was there -- I remember him from a commission I did. Still wearing it proudly! Some of my best work, if I do say so myself. Though, between you and me, Scholar, it is the form beneath the cloth that makes an outfit come to the life it deserves. My attendance proved to be a happy coincidence, because...well, I learned some things, and hopefully I'll learn more, and it's regarding questions that have been at the back of my mind for a real long time.
It's so easy for me to get wrapped up in this project or that -- which is all well and good, it's my trade, after all. But I've often wondered, if my curiosity about other things is so great, then why do I hold myself back? I suppose...it has been because I have always be so used to -doing-. Even when a thing did not seem doable. Especially when a thing only seemed doable by the skin of my teeth. And now...
It's the asking that's the hard part, I reckon. No shame in needing help, but damn if I feel it, anyway.
Any rate! There's work to be done, both in my trade and for myself, and when the time comes, I'll ask.
Mayir was there -- I remember him from a commission I did. Still wearing it proudly! Some of my best work, if I do say so myself. Though, between you and me, Scholar, it is the form beneath the cloth that makes an outfit come to the life it deserves. My attendance proved to be a happy coincidence, because...well, I learned some things, and hopefully I'll learn more, and it's regarding questions that have been at the back of my mind for a real long time.
It's so easy for me to get wrapped up in this project or that -- which is all well and good, it's my trade, after all. But I've often wondered, if my curiosity about other things is so great, then why do I hold myself back? I suppose...it has been because I have always be so used to -doing-. Even when a thing did not seem doable. Especially when a thing only seemed doable by the skin of my teeth. And now...
It's the asking that's the hard part, I reckon. No shame in needing help, but damn if I feel it, anyway.
Any rate! There's work to be done, both in my trade and for myself, and when the time comes, I'll ask.
Written By Caspian
Aug. 1, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(4/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Here is food for thought for you. Consequence would exist in a world where destiny determines all, except we would suffer consequences not by our own decision. I look at the consequences of our choice not as a downside to freedom that we must accept as a price for our freedom, but as part of that freedom. We can, to a certain limit, choose the consequences that we are fine with living with.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.