Written By Olivia
July 1, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Disturbing news, this week, for those of us fond of gardening. While the cause of the deaths is mysterious and worrisome, I am glad for the Iron Guard making sure no bears wander free in town.
Written By Percephon
July 1, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I promised always.
Written By Lydia
July 1, 2018, 11:37 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
I am getting really sick of the bigoted attitudes I'm encountering. The faith kicking out people of good character who have done good works. Nobles grumbling (or worse) about ones chosen companion because of their heritage. Nothing turns my stomach more, lately.
Written By Holt
July 1, 2018, 11:34 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Hope your hand's healed up alright, Grandmaster. Look forward to a rematch.
Written By Holt
July 1, 2018, 11:34 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
It's good to be back in the city. Looking for work; got experience as a Champion and a sellsword. I'm discrete, if not affordable. Send missives.
Written By Khanne
July 1, 2018, 11:22 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
You simply amaze me every day. Halfshav is very lucky to count you amongst our house. And I? I am the luckiest woman in the Compact.
Just thought you should know how wonderful you are.
Just thought you should know how wonderful you are.
Written By Galen
July 1, 2018, 11:03 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Book,
It is the thought that counts right? I mean if one dropped a large sum of coin on something that should have been pure entertainment and then decided otherwise...The thought still counts right?
It is the thought that counts right? I mean if one dropped a large sum of coin on something that should have been pure entertainment and then decided otherwise...The thought still counts right?
Written By Alexis
July 1, 2018, 11:02 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
My first set of hairpins since I came to Arx have a new home, and I'm pretty sure she'll make more use of them than I did. Plus, the look on her face was priceless.
Written By Galen
July 1, 2018, 10:51 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Book,
You know, I am a very conservative man when it comes to spending silver on things, but, I think I may have to shell out a little for entertainments sake.
You know, I am a very conservative man when it comes to spending silver on things, but, I think I may have to shell out a little for entertainments sake.
Written By Coraline
July 1, 2018, 10:47 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harper
It was a true honor to fight with you, you are an amazing warrior! I look forward to being able to fight by your side once more.
Those lights were amazing, I swear it felt like I was being bathed in light there for a second. His Grace did an amazing job with all of it, I am still floating on a cloud of happiness.
Those lights were amazing, I swear it felt like I was being bathed in light there for a second. His Grace did an amazing job with all of it, I am still floating on a cloud of happiness.
Written By Coraline
July 1, 2018, 10:42 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
I don't recall saying anything without meaning when we met. Every word spoken had purpose.
I look forward to your list, I expect it to be properly formatted and organized with proper consideration given to each of those to be motivated by motivation type and probability of success. When do you anticipate that I shall receive this list?
I look forward to your list, I expect it to be properly formatted and organized with proper consideration given to each of those to be motivated by motivation type and probability of success. When do you anticipate that I shall receive this list?
Written By Cristoph
July 1, 2018, 10:40 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Sir Norwood, the Sword of Artshall.
And also sometimes the babysitter for my son, though, Eadric is beginning to walk rather well. Running is next.
I'm sorry.
And also sometimes the babysitter for my son, though, Eadric is beginning to walk rather well. Running is next.
I'm sorry.
Written By Tikva
July 1, 2018, 10:38 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
*A carefully drawn cartoonish sketch of an apple with an equally cartoonish worm sticking out of it. The worm is making a sad face.*
Written By Sparte
July 1, 2018, 10:34 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
I've been looking forward to this for some time, but it is strange to admit it is actually happening. I've met my mother's family, and they are good and true people by my measure. Now I travel to meet my father's. I'm uncertain how they will respond to me, or if they even knew of my birth. I'm determined to see it through and fortunate to have friends who will assist me.
I will also be taking one last trip to the Fatchforth farms, to see that family and give them the news. To show them thanks for all they've done to help me over the years. I know they'll understand, I just hope I can do them the kindness they deserve while I'm there.
I will also be taking one last trip to the Fatchforth farms, to see that family and give them the news. To show them thanks for all they've done to help me over the years. I know they'll understand, I just hope I can do them the kindness they deserve while I'm there.
Written By Ainsley
July 1, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Cut it out with the apples! I don't want any paintings, sculptures, or ACTUAL APPLES.
Written By Alayne
July 1, 2018, 10:17 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
I've finally opened shop.
I've got to say, this place's looking pretty terrible. Nostalgia's the worst of things that you could be caught upon- when I found out my uncle's shop was still standing, in its heap of humidity and overgrown madness, I knew I had to buy it. And settle it. But who would've known, that nature would find within its confines of sodden heat, and shielding from the snow a place where grass and sinew of plant fiber could grow? It is as if the floor itself is tumor'd and tumultuous under the constant push of dirt and grass that seems to turn the cyclopean flooring - old and ancient as it is - into a concaved thing, unfit for landing. I've had one of the apprentices I've hired under promises of shared knowledge go at it with a hoe and spade, but come the morning it just grows back. Petrichor's playing a mighty prank on me, and he's not yielding either- I suppose the constant droppings of water and liquified plant nectar drooling down from the roof doesn't help, creating some kind of self-sustaining ecosystem of ever-changing floras on the ground. They're not pretty plants, either; there's no positive to this, it is the most invasive of grasses, sticking everywhere and anywhere.
Stubborn as I am, I've invested in copious lengths of carpets to spread out across the floor, the heavy kind - the down-filled kind - to ensure its weight itself beats the unnervingly strong tug and 'tush' of the growing grass to provide the illusion - by no means the reality - of flat, lobbying flooring. The back rooms are luckily spared the depth of his heaping mess, as it seems it congregates spectacularly at the forefront of the shop. The clinical laboratory, with the aid of hearths and well-adjusted aqueducts to better handle the water - built there previously, for Vellichor knows such knowledges escape me - process the water to the surrounding pond that surrounds the shop, uninviting and dirty as it is. With it dry, warm and well-clothed as we've built it, I am sure it'll be able to house patients in need of an infusion of our goods, and thus rest.
My uncle's old room still remains- some living quarters, hidden and tucked in the rearmost corner with a lousy bed to accompany its lousy surroundings, humid and rascally populated by grass, such as it is. I could make it better.. I know I could; I could trim the grasses, change the blankets, and perhaps dare enrich it with an owner as it is, but, I don't know. It doesn't feel right. And I suppose I don't need to, properly rotating between the Greenmarch Lodge and Melody's home ensures a proper home, and no need to over-extend welcomes in either side. But I digress,
Let this be my first entry on "The Hag's Stir," alchemical shop and clinic for the foolhardy and cautious alike.
Put it somewhere nice, scholars.
I've got to say, this place's looking pretty terrible. Nostalgia's the worst of things that you could be caught upon- when I found out my uncle's shop was still standing, in its heap of humidity and overgrown madness, I knew I had to buy it. And settle it. But who would've known, that nature would find within its confines of sodden heat, and shielding from the snow a place where grass and sinew of plant fiber could grow? It is as if the floor itself is tumor'd and tumultuous under the constant push of dirt and grass that seems to turn the cyclopean flooring - old and ancient as it is - into a concaved thing, unfit for landing. I've had one of the apprentices I've hired under promises of shared knowledge go at it with a hoe and spade, but come the morning it just grows back. Petrichor's playing a mighty prank on me, and he's not yielding either- I suppose the constant droppings of water and liquified plant nectar drooling down from the roof doesn't help, creating some kind of self-sustaining ecosystem of ever-changing floras on the ground. They're not pretty plants, either; there's no positive to this, it is the most invasive of grasses, sticking everywhere and anywhere.
Stubborn as I am, I've invested in copious lengths of carpets to spread out across the floor, the heavy kind - the down-filled kind - to ensure its weight itself beats the unnervingly strong tug and 'tush' of the growing grass to provide the illusion - by no means the reality - of flat, lobbying flooring. The back rooms are luckily spared the depth of his heaping mess, as it seems it congregates spectacularly at the forefront of the shop. The clinical laboratory, with the aid of hearths and well-adjusted aqueducts to better handle the water - built there previously, for Vellichor knows such knowledges escape me - process the water to the surrounding pond that surrounds the shop, uninviting and dirty as it is. With it dry, warm and well-clothed as we've built it, I am sure it'll be able to house patients in need of an infusion of our goods, and thus rest.
My uncle's old room still remains- some living quarters, hidden and tucked in the rearmost corner with a lousy bed to accompany its lousy surroundings, humid and rascally populated by grass, such as it is. I could make it better.. I know I could; I could trim the grasses, change the blankets, and perhaps dare enrich it with an owner as it is, but, I don't know. It doesn't feel right. And I suppose I don't need to, properly rotating between the Greenmarch Lodge and Melody's home ensures a proper home, and no need to over-extend welcomes in either side. But I digress,
Let this be my first entry on "The Hag's Stir," alchemical shop and clinic for the foolhardy and cautious alike.
Put it somewhere nice, scholars.
Written By Derovai
July 1, 2018, 9:50 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
I'll send you a list of possible motivated people.
How much talking is too much: it's like the length of one's jacket cuffs. Too long is sloppy, but too short might leave matters uncovered. You know when it's the right length.
How much talking is too much: it's like the length of one's jacket cuffs. Too long is sloppy, but too short might leave matters uncovered. You know when it's the right length.
Written By Cedric
July 1, 2018, 9:28 p.m.(2/13/1009 AR)
House Ashford boasts the finest house staff in all of Arx. Preparation, prediction and pre-emptiveness are the key.
Written By Luca
July 1, 2018, 9:17 p.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
It's my understanding that all libraries are basically just book shops if you're bold enough.
Not that I'm encouraging anything, mind you. I've just heard books inspire a particular sort of greed in people.
Not that I'm encouraging anything, mind you. I've just heard books inspire a particular sort of greed in people.
Written By Coraline
July 1, 2018, 9:07 p.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
My apologies it was a library! Not a book shop! I should correct this right now!!!
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