Written By Delilah
July 11, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
Written By Delilah
July 11, 2020, 8:33 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
Written By Magnus
July 11, 2020, 5:15 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Alecstazi
I will teach my children these stories.
Written By Gwenna
July 11, 2020, 4:54 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
Written By Piccola
July 11, 2020, 3:35 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
Written By Khanne
July 11, 2020, 11:42 a.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
.... and it was my own.
Belated birthday drinks on me at the Spirits (for today only, probably)!
Written By Sydney
July 11, 2020, 10:31 a.m.(8/19/1013 AR)
* Be frightened of any alcohol that smells like lemons.
* If you ask for your tea with 'Extra Limerance', I don't think it actually helps, it just makes it taste worse.
* I punched Raja Cullers's paramour in his favorite spleen - whoops. Looks like he walked it off well enough if she hadn't heard about it.
* Svana Grayhope throws a mean snake, and makes all the men weep.
* Samira Culler is an accomplished artist and presents wonderful arguments for being an aunt. Wish I met the basic qualifications. Also, what is that drawing?
* There are no other bartenders at the Murder, only varying degrees of Tanith, from worst to best.
* Apollo Oakwood ties an excellent braid, and is wasted on lesser craft.
Written By Wylla
July 11, 2020, 10:26 a.m.(8/19/1013 AR)
I've watched the faithful contribute to its walls to the point they're very nearly finished in places. One is so high, in fact, that a kindly stone mason had to shore it up for it had begun to sag. I think this year, more care shall go to the foundation and frame of the shrine, it will have to be sturdy and strong to bear the many hopes and dreams of the people of Arvum.
I've also watched others paint their stones and add them to the pile, but soon those too shall all be cleared away. A new story must be written.
Written By Oswyn
July 11, 2020, 7:05 a.m.(8/19/1013 AR)
And the people! While Twinbridge had no shortage of students, the passersby who stop at Scribing Supplies in Arx are many and varied. Subjects of conversation are similarly diverse. Someone often emerges having learned something new. Often that person is me.
Milton has done an excellent job with the shop in my absence and I am very grateful to him and his hard work. The shop has kept people supplied with affordable wares and will continue to do so. I look forward to catching up with old friends and making new ones.
Written By Ravna
July 10, 2020, 10:28 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
Alacrite blades! Blades of Lore! Are they sharp - or is the mind? Both?
A three-handed man with four arms walks down the street, a boy with fresh sweets stops him and says, "Hey wow, that's neat! Freak." The man grins a grin so grinny it nearly splits his face, then pats the boy on the head - before walking by. Later the boy goes home to tell the story, and discovers missing those treats. B-bamboozled.
Woe be not the eye that is gone, woe be the eye too slow, too fogged. The eye can move and catch things quicker than a breath; but hands can move even quicker yet.
So what is better: The Blade or the Mind? If one has only a blade then a tree are they, dumb, tall, and only in the way. Oh! But a sharp mind! Brilliant, sharp, clean until unsheathed! Now THAT is a weapon, to truly treasure, THAT is a weapon to keep ready and never sheathe.
Written By Piccola
July 10, 2020, 8:26 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
My knowledge of pain taught me not to be afraid. And just as in dueling when you must concentrate on your enemy's cheek, so, too, in war. You cannot waste time on feinting and sidestepping. You must decide on your target and go in.
For our enemies, war they have chosen. Other simpler remedies were within their choice. They wanted war, and I say let us give them all they want; not a word of argument, not a sign of let up, no cave in till we are destroyed or they are.
Written By Kastelon
July 10, 2020, 5:53 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
I will take this opportunity to extend my public thanks to all three...
And offer a cup of fresh milk to anyone who might come across this journal. You may find me on the Keaton grounds with my trusty cow.
Written By Kaia
July 10, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
We are so thankful to our peers, our allies, friends and family for their kind well-wishes and delightful, little and grand, gifts. The Suite has never been more full of flowers than today. How wonderful! Reminds me a bit of Pridehall, to be surrounded by so much gorgeous flora.
But, that is not all! It has only been a few days and the little one already has both a nickname and a title. Little 'Nia' after having baptized her darling father's new and shiny brocade with milky fluids, and being loud as bell, has earned the title of 'The Screamer of Southport'. May her loud commanding voice resonate with the Malvici troops on the coming years.
Written By Lys
July 10, 2020, 12:21 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
But when I dipped my own cup into the well the water turned to ash in my mouth.
Written By Mirari
July 10, 2020, 12:18 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Word of your passing is not wide spread. Unsurprising because I don't think any of your friends knew you were even in the city. I sit now with a bottle of the cologne I originally made for you-- I still have the formula written down --and am wafting the smell toward me. I can almost hear your gruff voice. I can almost feel your calloused fingers upon my shoulder. The world is dimmer without your bright eyes to bring me light. Sounds are muffled and dull without your raspiness to give them texture. Sensations are dulled without the roughness of your palms to give them definition.
Love is dead. It leaves with you.
But rest assured. Whoever did this will get what they deserve.
Written By Shard
July 10, 2020, 6:11 a.m.(8/17/1013 AR)
The good ones, though, aren't usually very complicated. There's often a lot of running, but the enjoyable sort of running, the kind you do when you want to, or when you're the one doing the chasing. More smells and sounds than images. Crisp air. Pine trees. Bird calls. Campfire smoke. The crunch of half frozen grass or old snow. There are other people; I'm usually not running alone. Sometimes I smell blood in these dreams too, but it's from a successful hunt, not a battle.
One type of dream can flow into another. The nightmare I usually have tends to pop up when it's especially not welcome. It works both ways, though, sometimes a dream about a terrible night becomes a dream about a good one. Often in particularly weird or jarring ways. Even dreams that are just memories don't want to make too much sense.
And, no, I don't have a good reason as to why I'm bothering to write about dreams in the middle of the night instead of actually dreaming. I felt like it.
Written By Raja
July 9, 2020, 11:07 p.m.(8/17/1013 AR)
Written By Bahiya
July 9, 2020, 3:42 p.m.(8/16/1013 AR)
It is quite another to look back at your old world, and discover something horribly new about it, and all your worst worries confirmed.
Written By Nina
July 9, 2020, 3:39 p.m.(8/16/1013 AR)
Wow! I usually have more words, but I think I used them all up at the show with my artists' statements.
But if people enjoy my fashion then they should know that I also got help to make something fabulous for the finale ball too! I almost showed it at the show last night but I'm saving it now for a surprise.
Written By Miranda
July 9, 2020, 1:13 p.m.(8/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
All my love!
... Good luck, Martino! You are outnumbered.
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