Written By Audric
June 26, 2018, 6:56 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
It's been a few years now, since I got my Barony from Talen. A lot of people have asked why, and the answer largely boils down to the Seawatch Wall. Nearly everyone fell, and I stood. Covered in gore, winning the fight, and eager to get to more. It's also true that I had cleared out Afflua of monsters before the Wall happened, but the was one of those moments where... at least, as far as I'm concerned, and likely as the world will be concerned, now that we're looking at the past, history will change.
At the Seawatch Wall, Talen and I stood fast. Our battered forced held as others ran. Velenosa gained, that day, a new hound. No, I don't consider that an insult. We stood together, against the waves and waves and waves of the enemy, and so slick with gore that we could barely hold our footing, a new House was founded.
So that's our story, Compact. That is the origin of the house of De Lire. We are the dog of the Velenosa. When you fuck up so bad that subtlety is no longer an option, that's when we're there.
Our sigil is the laughing dog's head. And our words, though not chosen by me, are entirely perfect.
We aren't laughing with you.
At the Seawatch Wall, Talen and I stood fast. Our battered forced held as others ran. Velenosa gained, that day, a new hound. No, I don't consider that an insult. We stood together, against the waves and waves and waves of the enemy, and so slick with gore that we could barely hold our footing, a new House was founded.
So that's our story, Compact. That is the origin of the house of De Lire. We are the dog of the Velenosa. When you fuck up so bad that subtlety is no longer an option, that's when we're there.
Our sigil is the laughing dog's head. And our words, though not chosen by me, are entirely perfect.
We aren't laughing with you.
Written By Joscelin
June 26, 2018, 2:19 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
I had an amazing evening, a fascinating discussion about the nature and value of truth in the Salon became a night of further companionship and meeting new friends! Several! And running into old friends I haven't seen in ages and a recently arrived Crafter (I may have scared her with the open tab, but that's alright).
I'm a little tipsy dictating this, Scholar, do be sure you add the part about hard cider coming out my nose and how the bartender was dashing in his attempt to keep a keg from falling out of my nose (that is the description Alayne gave me). Alayne is the new Crafter I met; she is delightful.
Also Scholar, please write something about how Oliver is getting along with my friends far better than I could have hoped. But it could be a ploy to lure him away and-
I'm a little tipsy dictating this, Scholar, do be sure you add the part about hard cider coming out my nose and how the bartender was dashing in his attempt to keep a keg from falling out of my nose (that is the description Alayne gave me). Alayne is the new Crafter I met; she is delightful.
Also Scholar, please write something about how Oliver is getting along with my friends far better than I could have hoped. But it could be a ploy to lure him away and-
Written By Alayne
June 26, 2018, 1:21 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Madness.
That is how they called it. 'Madwoman', they named me, but they speak from loose truths, and little knowledge. The kind of knowledge you'd find on the cheap, communal journals and books strewn out across the madly long libraries of Vellichor- it is a crime, it truly is; a crime to let these many peoples claim ownership and mastery over matters, journal them, and credit them as acknowledged; as experienced. The world wasn't meant to read the lived thoughts of every peasant that breaths and knows his letters just because. But enough of that- I am part of its system, how hypocritical of me.
As I quaffed all manner of haphazardly put together concoctions yesternight, merely to test the result of the many herbariums and oils available, they thought I searched for death- death, was it? The death of ignorance, perhaps. How else was I meant to know a drop of that red little plant and that other, dark, oily-goodness-dripping one would turn my tongue a vivid - shimmering - green color? Until I spat it - the green - all out, of course. Nevermind the aftermath of dizziness and brief, however rotund, bleeding from the nose, this yielded results.
Even if vague, unnecessary results that had no benefit to my health. But colors aren't read in words; colors are felt and appraised. Perhaps I ought to give more credit to Vellichor's scholars, I could've mostly read on those very plants on the library by my own volition, but truly? We'll see.
That is how they called it. 'Madwoman', they named me, but they speak from loose truths, and little knowledge. The kind of knowledge you'd find on the cheap, communal journals and books strewn out across the madly long libraries of Vellichor- it is a crime, it truly is; a crime to let these many peoples claim ownership and mastery over matters, journal them, and credit them as acknowledged; as experienced. The world wasn't meant to read the lived thoughts of every peasant that breaths and knows his letters just because. But enough of that- I am part of its system, how hypocritical of me.
As I quaffed all manner of haphazardly put together concoctions yesternight, merely to test the result of the many herbariums and oils available, they thought I searched for death- death, was it? The death of ignorance, perhaps. How else was I meant to know a drop of that red little plant and that other, dark, oily-goodness-dripping one would turn my tongue a vivid - shimmering - green color? Until I spat it - the green - all out, of course. Nevermind the aftermath of dizziness and brief, however rotund, bleeding from the nose, this yielded results.
Even if vague, unnecessary results that had no benefit to my health. But colors aren't read in words; colors are felt and appraised. Perhaps I ought to give more credit to Vellichor's scholars, I could've mostly read on those very plants on the library by my own volition, but truly? We'll see.
Written By Emmelline
June 26, 2018, 1:01 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
I was able to join the physicians guild today. Surprisingly, Princess Coraline is also in the guild. She is such a comforting presence, I am happy to be working and learning beside her.
Written By Emmelline
June 26, 2018, 12:56 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Barric
Met prince Barric today. Him and his betrothed Coraline are such a lovely couple. I do envy them, and their devotion to one another. i am sure their wedding will be beautiful. I was able to confide in Prince Barric about some things, and he was able to comfort me in many ways. I do hope I might see them again, and forge a friendship.
Written By Caspian
June 26, 2018, 12:28 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rhea
Dueling with bows can be interesting! It depends on how tricky you make the target to hit. A difficult target where even the most accomplished archer struggles and has to take multiple shots can be fun to watch, seeing those arrows sail so close yet miss their mark, wondering who will land the hit.
Written By Kenna
June 26, 2018, 12:19 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rhea
While I adore him to pieces as one of the newest members of the Iron Guard, I beg you, please do not give him anything sharp.
He lost to a sofa.
I fear he might do worse, and I speak with authority, as I often have troubles with sharp objects.
He lost to a sofa.
I fear he might do worse, and I speak with authority, as I often have troubles with sharp objects.
Written By Riagnon
June 26, 2018, 12:16 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rhea
Can I have a new bow?!
Written By Rhea
June 26, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Dueling archers? That sounds like it is either A) really boring and equates to fancy target practice or B) like a really great way to lose an eye. I think I'll avoid any bow-toting champions.
A contest sounds fun, though! If it has especially fancy targets. Emphasis on especially!
A contest sounds fun, though! If it has especially fancy targets. Emphasis on especially!
Written By Reese
June 26, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
I lost a bet to Lady Isabetta. We betted on who would win the last duel. I betted for Master Caspian and Countess Regina. She betted for Marquis Fairen and Sir Jeffeth.
If I won she had to go 24 hours being serious, calling everyone by their proper titles, being polite, not telling any jokes or playing any pranks.
If she won I had to wear a blue dress to party and tint my hair in blue to go with it.
She won and unfortunately at some party coming up, I will show up in blue.
If I won she had to go 24 hours being serious, calling everyone by their proper titles, being polite, not telling any jokes or playing any pranks.
If she won I had to wear a blue dress to party and tint my hair in blue to go with it.
She won and unfortunately at some party coming up, I will show up in blue.
Written By Eithne
June 25, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jordan
He came into my shop a while ago with a plan to purchase diamondplate armor. We discussed how it is not technically out of anyone's reach if budgeted properly; one piece at a time over time. I made two -excellent- pieces for him that I am quite proud of. They are of his own design but the craftsmanship is where my expertise comes into play. Diamondplate is just so beautiful to work with.
It also looks quite fetching on him.
It also looks quite fetching on him.
Written By Eithne
June 25, 2018, 11:30 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Montag
Scalawag. Redeeming quality is that he has good taste.
Written By Eithne
June 25, 2018, 11:17 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aurora
Yeah, not letting walk around in steel unmentionables. You need a full suit of armor. The ones that go head to toe and clank-clank as you walk around.
Written By Aurora
June 25, 2018, 10:56 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
...Eithne. What are you doing! I dont walk around in armor that looks like smallclothes, do I? I need an armored bra and underwear. I will walk around in nothing but. I hope you're happy, sister. I hope you are satisfied!
Written By Eithne
June 25, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I have a dragonscale dress made from -perfect- steel. The short answer is that it is cold. That is why tailors invented cloaks.
Let's join forces and craft something this city, this world has never seen before!
Let's join forces and craft something this city, this world has never seen before!
Written By Cambria
June 25, 2018, 10:44 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My husband says it should be me.
As they say, beauty is pain. Or in this case...beauty is cold.
As they say, beauty is pain. Or in this case...beauty is cold.
Written By Joscelin
June 25, 2018, 10:32 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Is it too cold to make a dress entirely of solid gold chain-mail and facated aquamarines?
Written By Melody
June 25, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
My only regret is not having the funds to buy the entire collection of mystery dresses.
Written By Edward
June 25, 2018, 8:09 p.m.(1/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
Whomever your mysterious designer was they had some great taste and they chose the best shop in Arx to sell their designs through.
Not surprising they would choose the best seamstress in Arx. I hope you see more wishing to do so.
Not surprising they would choose the best seamstress in Arx. I hope you see more wishing to do so.
Written By Lark
June 25, 2018, 7:27 p.m.(1/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
As I said. Some things are irreplaceable. I do hold her memory in high esteem.
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