Written By Joscelin
May 20, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
I spent the last fifteen minutes helping pry that bit of baby-kraken out of that poor boy's mouth. You're right about the little suction cups.
Also that shit tasted terrible. I accidentally grabbed a cup of Fort's paint spirits for cleaning his brushes. This was worse. Whoever gave that to you was not a nice person.
Also that shit tasted terrible. I accidentally grabbed a cup of Fort's paint spirits for cleaning his brushes. This was worse. Whoever gave that to you was not a nice person.
Written By Morrighan
May 20, 2018, 12:21 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I thought my arrangement had been off, now I know why. SOMEBODY HAS BEEN IN MY BOOZE. I suppose if anything it was an educational experience, you got to learn about different types and flavors. Though, you can't really be surprised. I'm pretty sure I've warned you of it before. To tell you the truth I don't honestly know if that squid crawled in that bottle or if it was shoved in there for shock value. I refuse to drink it, but it's interesting to look at. Suppose I ought to put up a little sign on my cabinet that reads, "Abandon all sobriety, ye who enter here."
Woman, I'll have you know that I've cut back and my liver is just -fine-.
I can't believe you're tasting that shit, don't make that poor scholar drink it! If he ends up gagging on those tentacles, I won't be held responsible. Those little suction cups cling, you know.
Woman, I'll have you know that I've cut back and my liver is just -fine-.
I can't believe you're tasting that shit, don't make that poor scholar drink it! If he ends up gagging on those tentacles, I won't be held responsible. Those little suction cups cling, you know.
Written By Joscelin
May 20, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
I had a dream the other night. I wrote it down that morning so I could put it here.
I was standing at the edge of a beach. I don't know which one, it wasn't one I remembered. There was a mist setting in, a fog so thick I couldn't see the horizon, the sun taken over by this grayness that couldn't possibly be real, but it wasn't evil either. It was soft, like rabbit fur, dense as soup, and it smelled like damp wood.
There were voices in this fog, and as it roiled over the green-blue waves to the shore I stood at, I realized it wouldn't reach me. It was important that I get close enough to touch. I don't know why.
I ran down the beach, to an outcropping of rocks that jutted out into the waves, tide pools with their colorful creatures and calm waters resting within. Hopping across the rocks, I tripped twice in my efforts to get to the end of it; the sun was coming out! I had to get to this mist before it was burned away!
Finally, I got to the rocks that were swallowed up by the gray softness, stood before it; it was held back by something invisible, something that yielded to my touch. I could reach through! The voices in the fog were ... normal. Everyday voices, people I'd never met and some that I had, all living, all breathing, and those voices pressed with the fog against the unseen barrier. I reached into it.
I can't describe what I felt. Not rabbit fur. Not ... anything, really. Warmth, like the pressing of my palm to skin, but nothing so solid. And then suddenly, there was.
I closed my hand around fingers that reached back, tangled with mine. I grunted with the effort of pulling, the other hand squeezed me in encouragement. I leaned back, farther, farther- ...the sun was coming! I panted with the effort, almost sitting on the rocks with how hard I pulled and-
-with a sound like a pop, the owner of that other hand toppled right into me.
Their arms went around me, I heard a laugh in my ear. I hugged them tightly and laughed with them. I pulled back to look at their face, to see who they were-
-and I woke up.
I don't know what it means. It was a strange dream, vivid, it meant something but I'm not sure what. I woke up trying to remember this person I laughed with, had pulled from the warm chaos of living and into my life. I suspect it's a metaphor of some kind.
I was standing at the edge of a beach. I don't know which one, it wasn't one I remembered. There was a mist setting in, a fog so thick I couldn't see the horizon, the sun taken over by this grayness that couldn't possibly be real, but it wasn't evil either. It was soft, like rabbit fur, dense as soup, and it smelled like damp wood.
There were voices in this fog, and as it roiled over the green-blue waves to the shore I stood at, I realized it wouldn't reach me. It was important that I get close enough to touch. I don't know why.
I ran down the beach, to an outcropping of rocks that jutted out into the waves, tide pools with their colorful creatures and calm waters resting within. Hopping across the rocks, I tripped twice in my efforts to get to the end of it; the sun was coming out! I had to get to this mist before it was burned away!
Finally, I got to the rocks that were swallowed up by the gray softness, stood before it; it was held back by something invisible, something that yielded to my touch. I could reach through! The voices in the fog were ... normal. Everyday voices, people I'd never met and some that I had, all living, all breathing, and those voices pressed with the fog against the unseen barrier. I reached into it.
I can't describe what I felt. Not rabbit fur. Not ... anything, really. Warmth, like the pressing of my palm to skin, but nothing so solid. And then suddenly, there was.
I closed my hand around fingers that reached back, tangled with mine. I grunted with the effort of pulling, the other hand squeezed me in encouragement. I leaned back, farther, farther- ...the sun was coming! I panted with the effort, almost sitting on the rocks with how hard I pulled and-
-with a sound like a pop, the owner of that other hand toppled right into me.
Their arms went around me, I heard a laugh in my ear. I hugged them tightly and laughed with them. I pulled back to look at their face, to see who they were-
-and I woke up.
I don't know what it means. It was a strange dream, vivid, it meant something but I'm not sure what. I woke up trying to remember this person I laughed with, had pulled from the warm chaos of living and into my life. I suspect it's a metaphor of some kind.
Written By Joscelin
May 19, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Today I made the horrible mistake of going through Morrighan's liquor collection. I had no idea so many varieties of spirits existed, there's even one with gold in it, and another with fruit drifting in the bottle, the liquid a bright, pretty red. There's another one with a fancy label that has a dead creature resting at the bottom, and I can't tell if this was on purpose or some poor creature got too adventurous for its own good.
As much as I express concern to me sweet friend that perhaps she drinks too much, she looks stunning, and remarks that this is the effect of being 'pickled'.
If I could stomach the stuff as well as she can, I'd probably have less wrinkles.
Ah, it's just as well. I rather like the little silver strands I have here and there.
Scholar, here, drink this with me. I'm pretty sure that's a squid, so it has to have been put there on purpose. No, we don't have to eat it.
As much as I express concern to me sweet friend that perhaps she drinks too much, she looks stunning, and remarks that this is the effect of being 'pickled'.
If I could stomach the stuff as well as she can, I'd probably have less wrinkles.
Ah, it's just as well. I rather like the little silver strands I have here and there.
Scholar, here, drink this with me. I'm pretty sure that's a squid, so it has to have been put there on purpose. No, we don't have to eat it.
Written By Vanora
May 19, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
He's here. Back in Arx.
Alive. Changed somewhat, but no more than the rest of us.
I could kill him for abandoning me...me and all of Arx, when he was needed.
Except not really. I'm rather small and not particularly strong and if I managed to succeed I'd be devastated because he would be gone once more.
Break my heart once, I forgive you. Break it twice...still forgive you. Don't try a third time. Please.
Stay here.
Alive. Changed somewhat, but no more than the rest of us.
I could kill him for abandoning me...me and all of Arx, when he was needed.
Except not really. I'm rather small and not particularly strong and if I managed to succeed I'd be devastated because he would be gone once more.
Break my heart once, I forgive you. Break it twice...still forgive you. Don't try a third time. Please.
Stay here.
Written By Candace
May 19, 2018, 10:58 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Know that one thousand and eight years have passed since the Reckoning. Today is the tenth day of the tenth month. I am writing from the city of Arx, in the small room I can afford at the Badger Boarding House, in the Ward of House Grayson. I am Candace Corvo, former sellsword and current proprietor of The Bakery, and this is my white journal.
The week has been an eventful one. I have approached two clients regarding their requests for baked goods. First, for the Duchess Calista Fidante I catered a small array of treats, from tarts to cinnamon rolls. Second, for Count Duarte Amadeo I am working on a cake set to his exacting specifications. During this time I offered my services to Princess Sabella Grayson and produced an exquisite chocolate mirror cake.
I don't think I'd have managed any of this if I'd not spent at least a little time with the Redwing Caravan trading recipes and trying them out on the men and women traveling together. I'd thank Cookie, but I know that is no longer possible. Still, I like to think he was aware of my gratitude when he was still able to receive it.
I have maintained the tradition of offering the malformed and day-old castoffs for free to those in need. Arx is a city of great wealth, and yet there is tremendous poverty if one knows where to look. When I found that a place to look was along the Merchant Road, I decided to continue. Cookie never let anyone go hungry, and neither shall I.
The week has been an eventful one. I have approached two clients regarding their requests for baked goods. First, for the Duchess Calista Fidante I catered a small array of treats, from tarts to cinnamon rolls. Second, for Count Duarte Amadeo I am working on a cake set to his exacting specifications. During this time I offered my services to Princess Sabella Grayson and produced an exquisite chocolate mirror cake.
I don't think I'd have managed any of this if I'd not spent at least a little time with the Redwing Caravan trading recipes and trying them out on the men and women traveling together. I'd thank Cookie, but I know that is no longer possible. Still, I like to think he was aware of my gratitude when he was still able to receive it.
I have maintained the tradition of offering the malformed and day-old castoffs for free to those in need. Arx is a city of great wealth, and yet there is tremendous poverty if one knows where to look. When I found that a place to look was along the Merchant Road, I decided to continue. Cookie never let anyone go hungry, and neither shall I.
Written By Porter
May 19, 2018, 10:31 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
Dear journal, yesterday I got my hind end smote by a knight. I went to the Sailor's Ball thinking, you know, I'm up for some music and some dancing and maybe a little social drinking. I like having the occasional beverage when I'm out with friends, and it was at the Golden Hart. You know I can't resist going to the Hart.
No dancing.
No.
Dancing.
I am not sure what kind of "ball" it was supposed to be... just kidding, I had a good time, but maybe if they had called it a party I wouldn't have worn those fine leather dancing shoes that I picked up last time I was down to the Lyceum. Mock combat atop barrels, climbing the rigging, and firewalking? Dame Harrow did it all. I wonder if she'd consider taking up sailing.
No dancing.
No.
Dancing.
I am not sure what kind of "ball" it was supposed to be... just kidding, I had a good time, but maybe if they had called it a party I wouldn't have worn those fine leather dancing shoes that I picked up last time I was down to the Lyceum. Mock combat atop barrels, climbing the rigging, and firewalking? Dame Harrow did it all. I wonder if she'd consider taking up sailing.
Written By Thena
May 19, 2018, 10:27 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harper
I am positive you never saw Orazio playing with orphans in the Tragedy. Why, it would be like him playing ball with children on the Judgment Green, or petting a huge drooly mastiff for hours on end. Simply beyond belief.
You can't tell me not to laugh at Cal. It's like telling the sun not to shine.
You can't tell me not to laugh at Cal. It's like telling the sun not to shine.
Written By Fortunato
May 19, 2018, 8:48 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
The pendulum swings.
It is well to act with purpose and knowledge, even caution.
But one must act.
It is well to act with purpose and knowledge, even caution.
But one must act.
Written By Shae
May 19, 2018, 8:36 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Took a long walk in the rain the other day. It was good to be out in the open air, to talk about private things and not-so-private things, smell the woods, the earth. I do it often enough on my own, but it's good with company. Maybe I can convince Mother to come with me next time? Rumor has it she even owns a pair of leather boots.
Written By Harper
May 19, 2018, 7:53 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I got a habit of going back to the Tragedy. Don't talk much about it I s'pose but it's something I do because I wanna give those kids a fighting chance to do something good someday. So I picked up a few of them and we went to the park to get some play time in. Was bringing them back in time for supper when I busted in on the Legate playing games with a bunch of other kids.
I sure wasn't expecting that. (S'pose all the people standing around looking like big shiny brutes shoulda told me something was up, but we always got knights visiting us off and on when I was there, so I didn't really think much of it.) Dunno that I've felt quite that nervous meeting anyone before in my life! I mean, I go there a lot, but that's the first time that's ever happened. Took me by total surprise!
He's sure not what I expected. The kids liked him, so that's gotta say something good right? And, well, I gotta admit, he made me feel like I was interesting. Definitely wasn't expecting that!
Can't wait to tell Uncle Cal (and yeah Dame Thena, he's my uncle. I adopted him! No laughing this time!)
I sure wasn't expecting that. (S'pose all the people standing around looking like big shiny brutes shoulda told me something was up, but we always got knights visiting us off and on when I was there, so I didn't really think much of it.) Dunno that I've felt quite that nervous meeting anyone before in my life! I mean, I go there a lot, but that's the first time that's ever happened. Took me by total surprise!
He's sure not what I expected. The kids liked him, so that's gotta say something good right? And, well, I gotta admit, he made me feel like I was interesting. Definitely wasn't expecting that!
Can't wait to tell Uncle Cal (and yeah Dame Thena, he's my uncle. I adopted him! No laughing this time!)
Written By Venturo
May 19, 2018, 7:18 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Fall is always a special time of the year, I've found. Personally, there is something to relish in the rolling clouds that balance perfectly the heat of summer and cold of winter. Professionally, it brings a rich selection of fall crops that are more difficult to work with, yet are all the more rewarding in finding the right mixture of ingredients to create delightful drinks.
The Raconteur's fall tap list has been put out, with something to help you either embrace these dreary days, or to give you something to chase away the clouds and warm the soul.
The Raconteur's fall tap list has been put out, with something to help you either embrace these dreary days, or to give you something to chase away the clouds and warm the soul.
Written By Joscelin
May 19, 2018, 6:18 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
It's no good trying to announce my presence, sometimes I sneak up on people, and near scared this gentleman out of his skin. Luckily, he let me apologize by way of conversation, companionship, and food (and chocolate). I'm happy to finally meet Ida's brother beyond the original run-in, and he has depths to him many wouldn't see. It feels a bit like my family has grown, and that's not a bad feeling at all.
Written By Eirene
May 19, 2018, 6:16 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
My two motivating factors are revenge and this damn -- no, excuse me scholar, I need to start giving this baby the respect it deserves as a member of both Malvici and Velenosa... This kid. That's my other reason for living and not doing something -very- stupid with my life.
Written By Jeffeth
May 19, 2018, 5:50 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I'm sorry I accidentally broke the door to your store. I will pay for the repairs I promise! I need to be more careful.
Written By Elloise
May 19, 2018, 4:50 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
You don't need to see someone in order to listen to what they're saying. It just means that you need to pay closer attention to what's not being said in addition to what's being said. That doesn't make sense now that I'm reading it, but that what was in my head --
Written By Kaine
May 19, 2018, 4:48 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Meeting Verity made me realize something. After the auction is done and dusted with, I have to make a new outfit for myself sometime. I create seasilk finery for others and I wear drab wool and linen. It does not say much for my work, unfortunately. Even though I think my work is very good.
Written By Katarina
May 19, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Though we only just met, Princess Coraline never ceases to amaze me. Her capacity to empathize with the plight of those in need, then take it upon herself and do all in her power to try and improve the lives of others without hesitation are traits to be admired. Truly, she is a delight to be around and I am glad to have met her.
She is also currently working towards raising funds to invest in the newly liberated children Princess Alarissa Thrax has so generously freed from the bondages of thralldom. Coraline's plan is to see them properly cared for and given a chance for successful futures in the Mourning Isles. To my fellow altruistic souls without a cause to invest in, I recommend seeking her out to see what you might do to help. Be it monetary contributions or perhaps using your influence to convince others to join in with aid of their own, she'd be more than happy for it.
She is also currently working towards raising funds to invest in the newly liberated children Princess Alarissa Thrax has so generously freed from the bondages of thralldom. Coraline's plan is to see them properly cared for and given a chance for successful futures in the Mourning Isles. To my fellow altruistic souls without a cause to invest in, I recommend seeking her out to see what you might do to help. Be it monetary contributions or perhaps using your influence to convince others to join in with aid of their own, she'd be more than happy for it.
Written By Driskell
May 19, 2018, 3:46 p.m.(10/9/1008 AR)
The student and master spoke amidst the ghosts of the past whispering their words, the lost mute dreamers.
There are lessons purposefully forgotten, warnings given and disregarded.
Thick is the fog of hubris which coils itself around the hearts and minds, closing them from the gift of logic and knowledge that Vellichor desires to be shared so that the mistakes of the past can be learned from. But the coils wrap tight around their hearts and twice the hand is guided and choices made.
How dare mortals feel they can act with impunity against things which they cannot fathom, they know not even if the breath they take in now will be their last. As if they too were gods to strike out against the purpose and plan of all things.
Best you keep the evil you know than to create out of the void left by your choices a nightmare that you cannot fathom.
Vengeance is a storm that hits with fury and surprise, masking underneath a veil of peace.
What have you done!
There are lessons purposefully forgotten, warnings given and disregarded.
Thick is the fog of hubris which coils itself around the hearts and minds, closing them from the gift of logic and knowledge that Vellichor desires to be shared so that the mistakes of the past can be learned from. But the coils wrap tight around their hearts and twice the hand is guided and choices made.
How dare mortals feel they can act with impunity against things which they cannot fathom, they know not even if the breath they take in now will be their last. As if they too were gods to strike out against the purpose and plan of all things.
Best you keep the evil you know than to create out of the void left by your choices a nightmare that you cannot fathom.
Vengeance is a storm that hits with fury and surprise, masking underneath a veil of peace.
What have you done!
Written By Natalia
May 19, 2018, 3:39 p.m.(10/9/1008 AR)
The fastest way to determine if the choice you are being offered is an illusion or not? Choose the wrong answer.
I would like a do-over on this week. I would do it perfectly: stay hidden under my blankets the entire time.
I would like a do-over on this week. I would do it perfectly: stay hidden under my blankets the entire time.
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