Written By Fortunato
May 20, 2018, 10:23 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Please don't . . . drink that.
Written By Kenna
May 20, 2018, 10:12 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
Laughter helps to sooth an anguished soul! You're providing and invaluable public service!
Everyone should laugh with Calaudrin. Or at least try to laugh with him. I suppose it's up to him to decide if he actually wishes to laugh also.
Everyone should laugh with Calaudrin. Or at least try to laugh with him. I suppose it's up to him to decide if he actually wishes to laugh also.
Written By Calaudrin
May 20, 2018, 9:02 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
I demand people stop laughing at me.
Written By Elgana
May 20, 2018, 7:01 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
I am blessed with some of the most loyal friends a woman could ever wish for. It warms my heart to know that they are in my life, and I appreciate each and every single one of them for all they bring.
I only pray that I am such to them as they are to me.
I am also blessed with some of the most amazing family a woman could ever wish for.
I only pray that I am such to them as they are to me.
I am also blessed with some of the most amazing family a woman could ever wish for.
Written By Marian
May 20, 2018, 6:12 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Wait...are you having twins too?
Written By Felicia
May 20, 2018, 6:08 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Dear Captain Porter Kennex;
Perhaps only as a recreational activity.
Assuming I return to the city safely.
You can even wear your dancing shoes.
Perhaps only as a recreational activity.
Assuming I return to the city safely.
You can even wear your dancing shoes.
Written By Austen
May 20, 2018, 6:04 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Ida has made me a sword. It feels good to have something of my sister's forge in my hands again. Wherever I go, she protects me. As it should be.
Written By Felicia
May 20, 2018, 6:03 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
So many changes, and a trip soon to be undertaken, 'soon' feels so vague, and there's been plenty to organise with regards to it. And more to keep me awake at night with regards to it. Dear Gods please let them all come home safe. That's all I ask.
Written By Marian
May 20, 2018, 5:41 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I am sorry my friend but unless that child takes after your sweet wife, you are screwed. That babe will have the same fire as the father in question. Perhaps you can seek a tailor to make you some cloth plugs. I do hear that can help.
Written By Marian
May 20, 2018, 5:32 a.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
My daughter, Nia, had the funniest reaction to seeing her twin baby brothers. She pointed at them and said, "Bye!" As if to say that I should remove these little beings from her life immediately. When I made it clear that babies are staying, she pouted and then insisted in joining us on the bed. She looked at both of them as I told her that she had two little ones to watch out for. Nia crossed her arms and told me, "No!"
So if any parents have any suggestions on how to get my stubborn minx to accept her brothers into the fold, I would appreciate it.
So if any parents have any suggestions on how to get my stubborn minx to accept her brothers into the fold, I would appreciate it.
Written By Belladonna
May 20, 2018, 2:13 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
It was so nice to see that a wake for my husband has been set up already. One that I was neither informed of, nor asked about. And one in a manner that he himself would have found abhorrent. But I suppose its less about remembering him and more about seeming the grieving family to a man they hadn't spoken to in months, possibly longer.
Written By Fredrik
May 20, 2018, 1:34 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
From: The Desk of Lord Fredrik RedTyde
Subject: Musings on history, in response to Lady Delilah Whitehawk's journal posting (same day)
I have yet to meet this charming woman in person, but yet she continues to intrigue and amuse me with her insightful entries. And she touches upon something that I have often, as I sit in the depths of a dusty library, or shifting through scattered papers, wondered on. The correctness of our view of history.
You see, I have always seen facts and observations as one might a field of stars. Often, they seem so scattered, arranged in patternless swarms of points that mean nothing. But when one carefully traces them together, and sees the shapes hidden within? Constellations appear. Lovely images that suddenly are filled with meaning and purpose. But as one sits there and looks through their window and peers at the stars?
They realize one is just a speck of dust, glittering in the candlelight. Wipe it away, and the image is gone, or forever changed. How much of what we call history is just a speck of random dust, reflected by our candlelight?
Ah, but if we did not look up, we would not see the stars at all, and wouldn't that be a far, far worse fate than a bit of dust?
Subject: Musings on history, in response to Lady Delilah Whitehawk's journal posting (same day)
I have yet to meet this charming woman in person, but yet she continues to intrigue and amuse me with her insightful entries. And she touches upon something that I have often, as I sit in the depths of a dusty library, or shifting through scattered papers, wondered on. The correctness of our view of history.
You see, I have always seen facts and observations as one might a field of stars. Often, they seem so scattered, arranged in patternless swarms of points that mean nothing. But when one carefully traces them together, and sees the shapes hidden within? Constellations appear. Lovely images that suddenly are filled with meaning and purpose. But as one sits there and looks through their window and peers at the stars?
They realize one is just a speck of dust, glittering in the candlelight. Wipe it away, and the image is gone, or forever changed. How much of what we call history is just a speck of random dust, reflected by our candlelight?
Ah, but if we did not look up, we would not see the stars at all, and wouldn't that be a far, far worse fate than a bit of dust?
Written By Reigna
May 20, 2018, 1:31 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
You deserve to bask in the glow of a job well done.
Written By Kael
May 20, 2018, 1:30 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
There is little more satisfying than a project coming together after a great amount of hard work and dedication.
Written By Victus
May 20, 2018, 1:28 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
I'm proud of my wife.
In over a year she's shown remarkable growth in stepping up to the role and responsibility in her rule at my side. Seeing her adapt to our ways and customs, they have washed over her like a hard rock in the storm, yet they've not washed away who she is. She still holds the drive and the passion that she possessed when I'd first met her, through the thick of what the time has brought. The daughter we made now has her first year behind her. One spent with bubbling in her cradle to walloping with a wooden sword.
I never saw myself as a father. Yet, the Stormborn is one of my proudest accomplishments.
I can't think of anyone better I could be spending my life with, and I'm glad that I took the chance when it presented itself. I just hope this next kid(s) won't be such fucking firecrackers to deal with. One screaming baby that keeps trying to steal all the sharp objects is enough. Gimme a calm one next, please.
In over a year she's shown remarkable growth in stepping up to the role and responsibility in her rule at my side. Seeing her adapt to our ways and customs, they have washed over her like a hard rock in the storm, yet they've not washed away who she is. She still holds the drive and the passion that she possessed when I'd first met her, through the thick of what the time has brought. The daughter we made now has her first year behind her. One spent with bubbling in her cradle to walloping with a wooden sword.
I never saw myself as a father. Yet, the Stormborn is one of my proudest accomplishments.
I can't think of anyone better I could be spending my life with, and I'm glad that I took the chance when it presented itself. I just hope this next kid(s) won't be such fucking firecrackers to deal with. One screaming baby that keeps trying to steal all the sharp objects is enough. Gimme a calm one next, please.
Written By Alarissa
May 20, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
You are a year old.
Some day you will read this, when I am long gone and this is all you have left of me. I know this because it is stated in my will. But today on the beach, we celebrated. And I sat under a tree with your brother or sister still growing inside of me for months yet, cradling the child of someone else and watched you play. YOu don't play with others yet. I have been told that that will come at some point. But you grasped that little wooden sworn and the Countess Fireviper held your hand to walk you over at your own speed to fall on top of the Lady Signe and the your father.
You have many years to go, much to learn. From him and I, from Genaile and all the others who will come and go in your life. I only hope, that you do your best. For that is the most that anyone can ask of anyone else. And to wear a dress now and then, that makes all jaws drop. You won't wear silk with little lambs embroidered on the hem forever.
Happy birthday dear Astrid. May it be the first of a great many more.
Some day you will read this, when I am long gone and this is all you have left of me. I know this because it is stated in my will. But today on the beach, we celebrated. And I sat under a tree with your brother or sister still growing inside of me for months yet, cradling the child of someone else and watched you play. YOu don't play with others yet. I have been told that that will come at some point. But you grasped that little wooden sworn and the Countess Fireviper held your hand to walk you over at your own speed to fall on top of the Lady Signe and the your father.
You have many years to go, much to learn. From him and I, from Genaile and all the others who will come and go in your life. I only hope, that you do your best. For that is the most that anyone can ask of anyone else. And to wear a dress now and then, that makes all jaws drop. You won't wear silk with little lambs embroidered on the hem forever.
Happy birthday dear Astrid. May it be the first of a great many more.
Written By Delilah
May 20, 2018, 12:38 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Why did someone have to mention a dragon under the city? Indeed, a dragon with a dislike of Oathlanders.
In other words, likely a considerable grudge originating from a source buried in time, possibly due to a misunderstanding, matters of territory, or plausibly any sort of dispute stitched and reworked by bards, storytellers, and historians throughout time.
I wonder if anyone in the past ever seeded these tales with the intent to confound future generations. Imagine sitting around a table with a few friends, bottles of liquor, and stacks of paper. It sounds like the ideal way to pass a rainy night in the most productive fashion, burning through ideas, increasingly more imaginative and ridiculous, and wondering if anyone will pay them credence in ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred years. How we bequeath a slanted view through a wavery looking-glass of the world so often runs out of our biases and limitations.
In other words, likely a considerable grudge originating from a source buried in time, possibly due to a misunderstanding, matters of territory, or plausibly any sort of dispute stitched and reworked by bards, storytellers, and historians throughout time.
I wonder if anyone in the past ever seeded these tales with the intent to confound future generations. Imagine sitting around a table with a few friends, bottles of liquor, and stacks of paper. It sounds like the ideal way to pass a rainy night in the most productive fashion, burning through ideas, increasingly more imaginative and ridiculous, and wondering if anyone will pay them credence in ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred years. How we bequeath a slanted view through a wavery looking-glass of the world so often runs out of our biases and limitations.
Written By Morrighan
May 20, 2018, 12:34 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
What did I tell you? I bet he's had enough adventure in the world of questionable liquor for one day.
Fort's paint spirits are probably a decent palate cleanser, at least it'll likely get that nasty taste out of your mouth. Funnily enough, there's a story about how I got that bottle. It wasn't malicious. It was the wrong answer to a riddle, but points definitely were given for creativity. That rum will go down as the weirdest one in my collection, at least so far.
Fort's paint spirits are probably a decent palate cleanser, at least it'll likely get that nasty taste out of your mouth. Funnily enough, there's a story about how I got that bottle. It wasn't malicious. It was the wrong answer to a riddle, but points definitely were given for creativity. That rum will go down as the weirdest one in my collection, at least so far.
Written By Joscelin
May 20, 2018, 12:27 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
I am what I am because of you, all of you. I owe you and the rest of the Guild more than I can ever repay.
Written By Merek
May 20, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You are one of the best friends that I have here in Arx. I just wanted you to know that people appreciate all you do as the Guildmaster of the Crafters. She is always there to assist people when they need it.
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