Written By Victus
June 28, 2018, 6:18 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
I'm opening a forum for dog name suggestions. Gimme a good one.
Written By Tikva
June 28, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Caprice
I am delighted to report that Caprice Artiglio has accepted my offer of patronage. I think we shall work well together. Her artistry is magnificent, and I encourage anyone who hasn't seen examples of her work to visit the Silken Symphony at the earliest opportunity.
I'm very excited!
I'm very excited!
Written By Joscelin
June 28, 2018, 6:03 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
I can't remember the last time I gave over money and was spontaneously hugged and squealed at and run away from in the same minute and a half. It made me feel very appreciated and also very old.
I need to untangle this feeling. Maybe it's time I start thinking about making babies before I get much older.
I need to untangle this feeling. Maybe it's time I start thinking about making babies before I get much older.
Written By Edain
June 28, 2018, 3:14 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
While the technical marvel of a well fought duel to the first blood are a thing to behold, it makes me sad that so rarely is an issue settled with a good bracing tilt.
Since /someone/, who may or may not, be named Herald Steve tattled my plans to Captain Hardwicke Morgan. So now my plan of disguising myself as a "Mystery Champion" is off the table, I will make this offer.
If you are a Champion by trade and wish to learn how to joust, I will offer to train you free of charge.
Since /someone/, who may or may not, be named Herald Steve tattled my plans to Captain Hardwicke Morgan. So now my plan of disguising myself as a "Mystery Champion" is off the table, I will make this offer.
If you are a Champion by trade and wish to learn how to joust, I will offer to train you free of charge.
Written By Orelia
June 28, 2018, 2:54 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
It's been a mixed week, thus far.
I got to watch Caspian stab himself in the finger, which obviously brought me considerable pleasure. The same can be said of the new acquaintances I've stumbled across. Stumble being the operative word, thanks to a rather blurry breakfast with Prince Theo.
One particular highlight would have to be performing an impromptu duet with Mistress Melody. Not only did it have me recall how much I missed singing, but I was able to watch a particular Knight /actually/ swoon, in the presence of our combined voices. There is power in song. My blade is aptly named, after all! Perhaps I should take Mistress Gianna up on her invitation to visit the Bard's College. Life is not /just/ about getting knocked on one's arse in the training ring, day in, day out.
Speaking of which, I have still not quite forgiven a certain cousin for berating me on my approach to my training. We must each play the cards we are dealt.. and not everyone feels the need to define themselves by the size of their sword. Arrogant sod.
I got to watch Caspian stab himself in the finger, which obviously brought me considerable pleasure. The same can be said of the new acquaintances I've stumbled across. Stumble being the operative word, thanks to a rather blurry breakfast with Prince Theo.
One particular highlight would have to be performing an impromptu duet with Mistress Melody. Not only did it have me recall how much I missed singing, but I was able to watch a particular Knight /actually/ swoon, in the presence of our combined voices. There is power in song. My blade is aptly named, after all! Perhaps I should take Mistress Gianna up on her invitation to visit the Bard's College. Life is not /just/ about getting knocked on one's arse in the training ring, day in, day out.
Speaking of which, I have still not quite forgiven a certain cousin for berating me on my approach to my training. We must each play the cards we are dealt.. and not everyone feels the need to define themselves by the size of their sword. Arrogant sod.
Written By Hadrian
June 28, 2018, 12:59 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I miss my Aunt.
Written By Lottie
June 28, 2018, 12:43 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
I took a little adventure today over a newly opened establishment called Bold Espressions!
First off, I want to comment on the atmosphere. Entering the building, one is immediately struck by the ethereal scent of coffee brewing intermixed with a wide variety of fresh pastries (and everyone knows how much I love a good pastry). The scent palette does not disappoint, nor does the atmosphere of the seating area as a whole. Warm and inviting, especially for the chill of Arx winter. It also houses a beautiful array of artwork as well as a few shelving areas full of books for customers to utilize as they enjoy their drinks and snacks.
The wait staff is attentive and polite and I was surprised how quickly my order was delivered.
Speaking of that order... oh, my! I ordered a blanched peppermint coffee and it was just delicious. I wasn't certain how the flavor notes would interact with one another as both peppermint and coffee are so bold, but with the steamed milk cutting the bitterness of the coffee the flavors intermix in a delightful combination that remind me quite a bit of memories of Year's End. Delightful. I plan to return to try a bit of everything on their extensive menu (which will most definitely take me quite a few visits)!
So, if you're in the mood for a relaxing escape from your day to day and enjoy a calm atmosphere and either a traditional or more unique flavor of coffee... stop by Bold Espressions!
Also, while I haven't had a chance to try it myself, I have on good authority their ginger spice cake is just to die for!
First off, I want to comment on the atmosphere. Entering the building, one is immediately struck by the ethereal scent of coffee brewing intermixed with a wide variety of fresh pastries (and everyone knows how much I love a good pastry). The scent palette does not disappoint, nor does the atmosphere of the seating area as a whole. Warm and inviting, especially for the chill of Arx winter. It also houses a beautiful array of artwork as well as a few shelving areas full of books for customers to utilize as they enjoy their drinks and snacks.
The wait staff is attentive and polite and I was surprised how quickly my order was delivered.
Speaking of that order... oh, my! I ordered a blanched peppermint coffee and it was just delicious. I wasn't certain how the flavor notes would interact with one another as both peppermint and coffee are so bold, but with the steamed milk cutting the bitterness of the coffee the flavors intermix in a delightful combination that remind me quite a bit of memories of Year's End. Delightful. I plan to return to try a bit of everything on their extensive menu (which will most definitely take me quite a few visits)!
So, if you're in the mood for a relaxing escape from your day to day and enjoy a calm atmosphere and either a traditional or more unique flavor of coffee... stop by Bold Espressions!
Also, while I haven't had a chance to try it myself, I have on good authority their ginger spice cake is just to die for!
Written By Reigna
June 28, 2018, 12:39 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
He comes to parties!?!
!!!!!!!!
Can I throw Skald a party???
!!!!!!!!
Can I throw Skald a party???
Written By Aureth
June 28, 2018, 12:36 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
He's also fun at parties.
Written By Reigna
June 28, 2018, 10:51 a.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
I got a hug from Skald!! Well, alright, so perhaps it was more that I threw myself at him and he picked me up out of reflex as one might a charging chicken. But STILL. I got to hug Skald! And I got to say hello to Shard, who I had not seen in ages, which was also fantastic. I do so enjoy reading her journals, as I often find myself inspired by her words. Thought provoking, certainly, and in good ways. But I digress, SKALD!
I feel tingly at the memory. It is like the best part of praying. When you open up your heart and you pour yourself into the songs and you feel so close to them. Magic. That is truly magic. Meeting Prism was awe inspiring. Skald was awesome in a fully different and yet fundamentally similar way. Prism was made of light and joy and laughter. There was something ephemeral and other about her that was exquisite. Skald seemed to be formed of the very bones of Aion. He was hyper real. Solid and comprised of all that is real and tangible and true. And he was funny. I adore that.
I love this world. I love this city. I love the fact that for once I was true to my desires and I approached the god of Freedom as I wished to and I held nothing back. I was me. I was, in that moment, utterly, unrestrainedly, free.
I feel tingly at the memory. It is like the best part of praying. When you open up your heart and you pour yourself into the songs and you feel so close to them. Magic. That is truly magic. Meeting Prism was awe inspiring. Skald was awesome in a fully different and yet fundamentally similar way. Prism was made of light and joy and laughter. There was something ephemeral and other about her that was exquisite. Skald seemed to be formed of the very bones of Aion. He was hyper real. Solid and comprised of all that is real and tangible and true. And he was funny. I adore that.
I love this world. I love this city. I love the fact that for once I was true to my desires and I approached the god of Freedom as I wished to and I held nothing back. I was me. I was, in that moment, utterly, unrestrainedly, free.
Written By Saedrus
June 28, 2018, 9:16 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
And she remains to be the bearer of gifts, only that Mistress Joscelin somehow manages to outdo the exquisite design one after another.
Talent unrivalled -- and I do adore presents that glitter.
Talent unrivalled -- and I do adore presents that glitter.
Written By Lisebet
June 28, 2018, 8:27 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
And now, Bold Espressions is open. This is very exciting to me personally, and also to the people of Westrock Isle! I do think we still need to find a full time manager for the place, or maybe promote one of our people already working there. Quite a few people came by to try the various coffees and confections, and it was very nice to see everyone.
In addition, I have learned that it is not always so easy as might be assumed to be hosting such a crush. Ah well, I shall think on it, and work on it, and next time, do a better job.
I hope everyone who came by had a great time and will come back for more coffee. Or maybe the ginger cake.
In addition, I have learned that it is not always so easy as might be assumed to be hosting such a crush. Ah well, I shall think on it, and work on it, and next time, do a better job.
I hope everyone who came by had a great time and will come back for more coffee. Or maybe the ginger cake.
Written By Duarte
June 28, 2018, 3:42 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alayne
To be fair, you did act as an inveterate provocateur and incorrigible heckler. I am fairly surprised only one amongst the crowd thought to charge. It took an act of God (quite factually) to stop your would-be battery - which is a sort of irony unto itself.
Written By Audric
June 28, 2018, 3:35 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Oh. Aw. I have like four more shelves I need to fill up before my collection's complete, I got all excited for a second. I'm sure there'll be some war or something soon and I can get more.
Written By Shard
June 28, 2018, 3:30 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
We really aren't.
Written By Audric
June 28, 2018, 3:27 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Are we putting more heads on spikes?! I haven't done that in a minute, let's put some heads on spikes! They make such great decorations! And then you can pickle them afterwards and keep them on a shelf.
Written By Shard
June 28, 2018, 3:22 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alayne
If I stuck heads on pikes over people being loud idiots, I'd never get any actual work done. I did consider punching you in the nose. Don't worry, I asked the leaves and the stones first, they said it was okay.
Written By Leta
June 28, 2018, 3:15 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
At times I dream that Aion's dream's the lesser
when measured 'gainst these dreams of mine,
for in my dreams I touch her face and kiss her,
and so my dreams the very stars outshine.
Let kings, then, have Aion's world,
Let me, 'til sleep, have wine.
when measured 'gainst these dreams of mine,
for in my dreams I touch her face and kiss her,
and so my dreams the very stars outshine.
Let kings, then, have Aion's world,
Let me, 'til sleep, have wine.
Written By Lys
June 28, 2018, 3:10 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
I dreamt I swallowed nothing but ashes. Every sip of wine that past my lips turned to ash on my tongue. Every bite of bread I chewed turned to dust against my gums. I dreamt that I ate and drank only ash until I withered and was ash myself.
Written By Alayne
June 28, 2018, 3:01 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Perhaps I was right, perhaps I was wrong; perhaps Skald was truly Skald, perhaps it was just a fake; a mummer's show.
Those are all uncertainties, questions to which I have no true answers for, but I do know a thing with absolute - without refutable certainty - and that is that at those benches, I was thrown back fifteen years of my existence. I've lived my life devoted to my craft and my desires; I've reached expertise in my prefered, original field, and handled myself professional- imperially, confidence borrowed from my skill, and thus was fuelled irrevocably with a melange of pride and virtue that often times takes me to speak my mind vocally, and loudly. With little regard for my surroundings.
Had a certain prodigal woman threaten violence upon me the late night of yesterday, and it was then I learned that before I was an apothecarian; before I was a healer, and self-proclaimed idealist, I was a woman. I was man. I was a mammal, a particularly tiny one at that - however tall mine height is - compared to this girl; this creature of the long, lost woods of the cold North that now narrowed her eyes at me, and wanted mine head on a spike. And yes; yes, of course- of course, /Alayne/, there were over thirty people between you and her, but what does it matter? If there weren't, I would've died- I'd be dead. I tempted fate; fate tempted by voicing my opinion, to which many - if not all - disagreed to.
Perhaps I am being dramatic; perhaps this woman isn't one to let bloodletting take over her; perhaps she sought violent delights, by punching a selection of teeth out my jaw's clutch, but that is all conjecture. That is all a digress- all nonsense. The point is that, in any other situation, I would've been at someone else's mercy, and that is perhaps the most terrifying thing I could ever imagine.
Humans are not to be trusted. After all, they're only humans.
Those are all uncertainties, questions to which I have no true answers for, but I do know a thing with absolute - without refutable certainty - and that is that at those benches, I was thrown back fifteen years of my existence. I've lived my life devoted to my craft and my desires; I've reached expertise in my prefered, original field, and handled myself professional- imperially, confidence borrowed from my skill, and thus was fuelled irrevocably with a melange of pride and virtue that often times takes me to speak my mind vocally, and loudly. With little regard for my surroundings.
Had a certain prodigal woman threaten violence upon me the late night of yesterday, and it was then I learned that before I was an apothecarian; before I was a healer, and self-proclaimed idealist, I was a woman. I was man. I was a mammal, a particularly tiny one at that - however tall mine height is - compared to this girl; this creature of the long, lost woods of the cold North that now narrowed her eyes at me, and wanted mine head on a spike. And yes; yes, of course- of course, /Alayne/, there were over thirty people between you and her, but what does it matter? If there weren't, I would've died- I'd be dead. I tempted fate; fate tempted by voicing my opinion, to which many - if not all - disagreed to.
Perhaps I am being dramatic; perhaps this woman isn't one to let bloodletting take over her; perhaps she sought violent delights, by punching a selection of teeth out my jaw's clutch, but that is all conjecture. That is all a digress- all nonsense. The point is that, in any other situation, I would've been at someone else's mercy, and that is perhaps the most terrifying thing I could ever imagine.
Humans are not to be trusted. After all, they're only humans.
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