Written By Adalyn
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:36 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Vitalis
Tenacious, resilient, determined to persevere. I am pleased to walk this path beside him, no matter the obstacles that present themselves.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:28 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
I went home for a little while scholar. And it was amazing! Stormheart is exactly what I needed. Sometimes all you need is to surround with where you came from to see exactly it is where you need to be.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:21 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Attended the autumn bonfire today! It's the best time! No more dreaded heat and melting! Welcome cold air, pretty leaves, the smell of apples and---SO MANY THINGS!
Written By Thea
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:10 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
I attended the Eswynds coral ball the other night. Yes, you heard that right. It really is a beautiful stone. Is that right? I'm awful at such. But one thing you'll never hear me uncertain of? How proud I am of Medeia. And the necklace my brother and Kaia won at the auction? I may have to borrow it...I can't say I'm surprised they won it....
Written By Thea
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:05 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
The stupidity of some people never ceases to amazes me. I witnessed that last week. But Gods did I learn who I can fight alongside.
Written By Domonico
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:04 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadern
Friendships can take many forms and life can surprise you when you make friends with someone who is quite unlike you in personality.
Marquis Cadern Blackwood is one of those people. He is hardly a martial sort and yet we have developed a friendship that I usually reserve for those I fight alongside.
Marquis Cadern Blackwood is one of those people. He is hardly a martial sort and yet we have developed a friendship that I usually reserve for those I fight alongside.
Written By Duarte
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:01 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Journal
Belinha would always tell me I was too stiff. After those many months of weekly meetings she took to walking me around town and introducing me to street merchants, bank tellers, strangers in the park or on the beach. She would give whatever her initial pitch was - always some mundane banter of a sort - and then she would say, "This is Duarte," or she would say, "...a good question for Duarte," and look to me. Or she would just look over to me ponderously at a lull in the conversation.
And then I had to accept introductions, bow, respond, or what have you. Generally speaking, a bad reaction on the part of our interlocutor meant I'd done wrong. A good reaction wasn't assessed. It was up to Belinha to decide if I had done a passable job of things. "But he seemed to like me..." wasn't ever an excuse for missing a bow, or for my mouth hanging open, or (worst of all) being stiff.
"When you get to know them Duarte, you can show them whatever you like. Until then, everyone is greeted the same. Who's the highest person you ever hope to meet? The Duke? Okay. So I don't care if it's a grocer, a minister or a street ruffian, they are all the Duke."
Of course, when everyone became the Duke, I became that much stiffer! It was back to the mirror for me. Ten more weeks, I remember.
So I thought something must counterbalance. If I am too stiff despite my best efforts then I need to exaggerate beyond what I feel appropriate in the opposite direction.
The next time Belinha introduced me to a farmer, I swung an arm across my belly and flung the other straight behind me as I dipped from the waist toward the ground, swinging the former arm like it was brush stroke against the dirt.
Belihna was not happy. "That was singularly absurd."
But I was less stiff.
Belinha would always tell me I was too stiff. After those many months of weekly meetings she took to walking me around town and introducing me to street merchants, bank tellers, strangers in the park or on the beach. She would give whatever her initial pitch was - always some mundane banter of a sort - and then she would say, "This is Duarte," or she would say, "...a good question for Duarte," and look to me. Or she would just look over to me ponderously at a lull in the conversation.
And then I had to accept introductions, bow, respond, or what have you. Generally speaking, a bad reaction on the part of our interlocutor meant I'd done wrong. A good reaction wasn't assessed. It was up to Belinha to decide if I had done a passable job of things. "But he seemed to like me..." wasn't ever an excuse for missing a bow, or for my mouth hanging open, or (worst of all) being stiff.
"When you get to know them Duarte, you can show them whatever you like. Until then, everyone is greeted the same. Who's the highest person you ever hope to meet? The Duke? Okay. So I don't care if it's a grocer, a minister or a street ruffian, they are all the Duke."
Of course, when everyone became the Duke, I became that much stiffer! It was back to the mirror for me. Ten more weeks, I remember.
So I thought something must counterbalance. If I am too stiff despite my best efforts then I need to exaggerate beyond what I feel appropriate in the opposite direction.
The next time Belinha introduced me to a farmer, I swung an arm across my belly and flung the other straight behind me as I dipped from the waist toward the ground, swinging the former arm like it was brush stroke against the dirt.
Belihna was not happy. "That was singularly absurd."
But I was less stiff.
Written By Domonico
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:59 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
There. I have worn the frockcoat that my sister gifted me. To the Ball at the Eswyd's. I think it went down well but I felt thoroughly unprotected the whole time.
Written By Gaspar
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:45 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Change. It is inevitable and yet I loathe it. At least the notion /of/ it. Every time it comes around, it almost always proves to be for the better. And more changes have come for me in recent weeks. More still come tomorrow. And the next day. And the following week. Month. Season.
The time draws near for a journey. Those that come with me increase in number at a stead pace. That makes me more hopeful that we will succeed in our purpose. And fills me with more worry. Responsibility. This has been a new concept since coming to the capital.
I hope I'm prepared for it by now.
The time draws near for a journey. Those that come with me increase in number at a stead pace. That makes me more hopeful that we will succeed in our purpose. And fills me with more worry. Responsibility. This has been a new concept since coming to the capital.
I hope I'm prepared for it by now.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:41 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Groan. I sampled too many libations from Saikland before deciding which to enter into that... contest. Note to self.... acquire more of that headache remedy from the Redrain Gardens.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:38 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
It is hard to believe my twins... at age 6. The years just seem to fly by faster and faster. Six... they are SIX!
Written By Kenjay
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:15 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
I have just been greeted as Prince Wheelbarrow, and this by a woman on the Embassy's staff. It seems the legend is spreading, and faster than I had hoped. Ah well. It was worth it to skew my niece's veil even a little, and to win the friendship of many in a difficult situation.
In some ways I cannot help but smile about it; those who think that an arena champion needs only skill with the sword are sorely mistaken, and that was a lesson I took to heart. To know how to win the love of a crowd is far, far more important than swordsmanship will ever be. There is always a better swordsman, but he or she who the crowd adores will live to fight again.
In some ways I cannot help but smile about it; those who think that an arena champion needs only skill with the sword are sorely mistaken, and that was a lesson I took to heart. To know how to win the love of a crowd is far, far more important than swordsmanship will ever be. There is always a better swordsman, but he or she who the crowd adores will live to fight again.
Written By Orland
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:14 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Thoughts on a student of war, Pieros version,
I don't recommend jungle warfare. It really eats you up.
I don't recommend jungle warfare. It really eats you up.
Written By Raymesin
Jan. 24, 2021, 7:10 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
It's always nice to get out of Arx for a bit, Scholar. Go for a little camping holiday in the woods, with a friend and some other people you know more distantly. You come back with stories to tell - after time's blunted the edges of events, anyway - and several more friends than you started with. Or if not more friends, at least a deeper understanding of people and several new reasons to get drunk.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 24, 2021, 7 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
My sons, never forget that your experiences, good and bad, will forge your character.
Written By Orland
Jan. 24, 2021, 6:57 p.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebastian
Thoughts of a vassal,
I received a letter from Prince Sebastian, commending me on my actions in regards to Pieros and the war. First, I'm humbled to be acknowledged, and second, I am sure there's a few people who can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that Prince Sebastian was concerned about my health and hired an Ivory Shield, guardsmen Balnam, to watch my back for the duration of the war. It's a relief to know that someone I shared a moment of 'okay we're going to die, nice knowing you' has officially become my war time brother, and will be watching my back. Right now though, we're going drinking.
Bye.
I received a letter from Prince Sebastian, commending me on my actions in regards to Pieros and the war. First, I'm humbled to be acknowledged, and second, I am sure there's a few people who can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that Prince Sebastian was concerned about my health and hired an Ivory Shield, guardsmen Balnam, to watch my back for the duration of the war. It's a relief to know that someone I shared a moment of 'okay we're going to die, nice knowing you' has officially become my war time brother, and will be watching my back. Right now though, we're going drinking.
Bye.
Written By Amari
Jan. 24, 2021, 5:37 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
In addition to a change of clothing, an adventurer should never be without a straw hat and a walking stick sturdy enough to safely poke at things with. There are traps everywhere, friends, and cooking your head in the hot sun is never pleasant. It could even be fatal.
Don't let your vanity be your death. Humble fabrics should never be shunned simply because they aren't fashionable.
Don't let your vanity be your death. Humble fabrics should never be shunned simply because they aren't fashionable.
Written By Medeia
Jan. 24, 2021, 5:29 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciro
Today I had the great privilege of seeing Lord Ciro Seraceni's entry for consideration of the Libation of the Year earn that title. If any should doubt that the man has great skill with rum, doubt no longer - for he has Mangata's favor. Congratulations, my friend. This must bode well for the distillery.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 24, 2021, 4:59 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
I am so very grateful to all of those who came by the ward for what was a rather short-notice bonfire. Getting together casually to just catch up with people or make new friends is something I always like doing, and bonfires seem perfectly conducive for as much. I am so thankful, especially in times of crisis, for such amazing family and friends. I think everyone enjoyed themselves and now, it seems, we've a dessert gathering to plan for next!
Written By Jael
Jan. 24, 2021, 3:37 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Why do you and Uncle Norwood do this? Why can't you just have a few nice, easy, low-key rescues?
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