Written By Temira
Jan. 19, 2022, 9:31 a.m.(12/16/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
Heres to becoming the best of friends
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 19, 2022, 8:37 a.m.(12/16/1016 AR)
I have been thinking on adventure and duty somewhat. I suppose it is considerably more fun when the two go together. Meeting new people, seeing new places - here in Arvum even; one need not go too far abroad to find a spot that one has never been before.
Or a spot that looks different from the last time you were there.
Snow covered. Rainy. Flowers in bloom. An unexpected picnic.
Or a spot that looks different from the last time you were there.
Snow covered. Rainy. Flowers in bloom. An unexpected picnic.
Written By Raven
Jan. 18, 2022, 10:18 p.m.(12/15/1016 AR)
To Who It Concerns:
I am fine. Thanks. You all can stop asking now.
I am fine. Thanks. You all can stop asking now.
Written By Wylla
Jan. 18, 2022, 10:04 p.m.(12/15/1016 AR)
These flowers are several weeks out of water and still as dew and soft as the day they were given to me. I find myself both in awe and mildly alarmed; these things aren't meant to last.
Several times a week, I will paint a mural on the old bits of wall slab left behind from older versions of the temple. I will take all day to do it, the designs always different. Sometimes it's someone I know, someone I wish to know, or random patterns that inspire me. When I'm finished, I take my large, trusty hammer, and shatter the mural into pieces. Sometimes I will keep a small piece for my garden, sometimes it gets pounded into bits.
Perhaps it's silly of me to embrace the nature of impermanence, but there are so many precious moments that are mine alone for the fleeting nature of time. Mine, and perhaps a few others.
They are beautiful, these flowers. The blue aster is my favorite.
I think I'll stop stressing about how strange it is that they are still fresh, and instead enjoy them while I have them; soon, they will be ready for pressing, and I will have frail echoes of their beauty as a reminder for the sweet moments they were mine.
Several times a week, I will paint a mural on the old bits of wall slab left behind from older versions of the temple. I will take all day to do it, the designs always different. Sometimes it's someone I know, someone I wish to know, or random patterns that inspire me. When I'm finished, I take my large, trusty hammer, and shatter the mural into pieces. Sometimes I will keep a small piece for my garden, sometimes it gets pounded into bits.
Perhaps it's silly of me to embrace the nature of impermanence, but there are so many precious moments that are mine alone for the fleeting nature of time. Mine, and perhaps a few others.
They are beautiful, these flowers. The blue aster is my favorite.
I think I'll stop stressing about how strange it is that they are still fresh, and instead enjoy them while I have them; soon, they will be ready for pressing, and I will have frail echoes of their beauty as a reminder for the sweet moments they were mine.
Written By Ida
Jan. 18, 2022, 5:34 a.m.(12/14/1016 AR)
To work on something and have it be well-received is a joy that is hard to describe in words. It is, though, a great joy, and I'm thankful for the abilities that allow me to keep attempting to do this.
Written By Iseulet
Jan. 18, 2022, 1:36 a.m.(12/13/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
Relationship Goals.
Written By Gio
Jan. 17, 2022, 8:44 p.m.(12/13/1016 AR)
notes for those days of first winter snowfall when you wake realizing you left a window open - then you realize it's still autumn: ice, snow, delicate frost-rimed fir needle and birch - musk, if I can stomach the distillation of it because the last time was really fucking ill-advised and I will not forget how expensive that mistake was. Passing thought. Yes - otherwise, I will idle with an alternative that might compliment deadfall.
Dusty charcoal ash from spent incense, bitter black coffee, boozy cream liqueur.
Melted wax, flickering candlelight.
Dusty charcoal ash from spent incense, bitter black coffee, boozy cream liqueur.
Melted wax, flickering candlelight.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 17, 2022, 8:27 p.m.(12/13/1016 AR)
I briefly dropped in to the Golden Hart for the Memorial for the Mercier Vintners today. It was a quiet event, but not too somber. I hope they would have liked it.
Written By Raja
Jan. 17, 2022, 5:57 p.m.(12/13/1016 AR)
You know, I was talking to some friends about elves and their long lives. We came to the conclusion that they do all the things they do because they get bored. You know, I think I would get bored if I lived forever too. I would probably pick up some strange habits or hobbies.
Written By Scipio
Jan. 17, 2022, 11:43 a.m.(12/12/1016 AR)
I fear I have erred greatly. Yet I can see no way to have avoided the fate before me. Somehow, I have found myself in need of adequate skill in self defense. Not something I can gain, unfortunately, during my scholarly work in the Great Archive.
And so, I found myself seeking the aid of perhaps the most competent and trustworthy warrior I know. My sister, Felicia Harrow. And to my still growing horror, she agreed!
Now I am no stranger to hard work. Indeed, I lay my offering on the altar of worthy toil at least daily. Even to the idea of physical exercise, I'd show no hesitance. But that speaks towards the mundane exercises of mere mortal men. Which is not how anyone with eyes describes Felicia at work. And knowing the inexhaustible manner my sister drives herself...
I fear she may unmake me.
NTS: Collect a few scrolls and books to study during the times you're stuck in bed, too sore to move.
And so, I found myself seeking the aid of perhaps the most competent and trustworthy warrior I know. My sister, Felicia Harrow. And to my still growing horror, she agreed!
Now I am no stranger to hard work. Indeed, I lay my offering on the altar of worthy toil at least daily. Even to the idea of physical exercise, I'd show no hesitance. But that speaks towards the mundane exercises of mere mortal men. Which is not how anyone with eyes describes Felicia at work. And knowing the inexhaustible manner my sister drives herself...
I fear she may unmake me.
NTS: Collect a few scrolls and books to study during the times you're stuck in bed, too sore to move.
Written By Aella
Jan. 17, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(12/12/1016 AR)
If only things could be slightly different then what they are, scholar.
Written By Monique
Jan. 17, 2022, 3:07 a.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
When you threaten to tie someone down and torture them and they LAUGH... Am I losing my touch? Am I no longer terrifying of reputation? Is this what getting old feels like?
Written By Gio
Jan. 17, 2022, 12:01 a.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
notes on a scent for a moment in time that probably never happened, and a conversation I never had: on Marine fog, thick as woolen sweaters - colder than rejection, swirls and vanishes at the shore with odd sweetness - damp soil, kelp and rotting wood soaked from endless rain, briny oysters, broken shells against a chapped lower lip, sharp - blood.
Thole, you said.
We both understood the word to mean different things,
neither one of us ever clarified.
Thole, you said.
We both understood the word to mean different things,
neither one of us ever clarified.
Written By Viviana
Jan. 16, 2022, 11:33 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
I need a proper display cabinet for my weapons. Swords. Daggers. To compliment the other daggers and swords that I own.
-- Of course.
-- Of course.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 16, 2022, 9:47 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
A wonderful event and more than I could have wished for. Truly, we are blessed to have so much talent in this city and such brilliant company.
I am honoured to see such skill, talent and passionate upon my sands within my Hart.
Congratulations to all who participated and attended, especially to the very gracious Ambassador Bahiya'al'mathali of the Eurusi Consulate and the Princes Kenjay of Redrain and Patrizio of Pravus on a wonderful event and fine fundraiser.
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I am honoured to see such skill, talent and passionate upon my sands within my Hart.
Congratulations to all who participated and attended, especially to the very gracious Ambassador Bahiya'al'mathali of the Eurusi Consulate and the Princes Kenjay of Redrain and Patrizio of Pravus on a wonderful event and fine fundraiser.
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Written By Medeia
Jan. 16, 2022, 9:46 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
I wish sometimes that there was a way for me to show others how dependable, generous, and humorous my husband can be. He is an acquired taste, to be sure, but any good vintner knows how to handle sour grapes.
Written By Camilla
Jan. 16, 2022, 8:45 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
I had another enjoyable performance. I am starting to wonder if perhaps my new calling is birthday performer. Rather narrow, but at least there is always good drink involved.
Written By Bahiya
Jan. 16, 2022, 8:39 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
What an exhausting and satisfying thing, to host such an event with such wonderful co-hosts. The venue was perfection, Prince Patrizio of Pravus was wonderful, and the same, of course, goes for Prince Kenjay.
We have the first half of the finale fight, Lord Ian Kennex! It was quite exciting to learn he is Porter's brother, and they fought each other in the end because of course they did!
And such generous donations, it was such a splendid turnout.
We have the first half of the finale fight, Lord Ian Kennex! It was quite exciting to learn he is Porter's brother, and they fought each other in the end because of course they did!
And such generous donations, it was such a splendid turnout.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 16, 2022, 8:31 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
Husband Poem #7
We had been reading about unsolved murders.
'There is no way you could bury
a body in our gardens,
and I wouldn't know it.'
The Duke declares.
'It would have to be off the manor grounds, in the woods, or in the water.'
I nod.
'Sunk to the depths or where the animals would scatter you.'
He evaluates my answer, and nods.
We discuss how we would dispose of each other.
We had been reading about unsolved murders.
'There is no way you could bury
a body in our gardens,
and I wouldn't know it.'
The Duke declares.
'It would have to be off the manor grounds, in the woods, or in the water.'
I nod.
'Sunk to the depths or where the animals would scatter you.'
He evaluates my answer, and nods.
We discuss how we would dispose of each other.
Written By Kenjay
Jan. 16, 2022, 8:13 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
And so the tournament's first stage is concluded. It went well, I think, though not for me. To be eliminated in the first round would normally be embarrassing, but I was defeated by a worthy opponent. Still, I must repair to the training ring more often, I feel. Diplomacy is a poor sparring partner when swordplay is required.
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