Written By Cesare
Dec. 5, 2021, 5:57 p.m.(9/11/1016 AR)
Sometimes I think it's the most human of instincts to long for a simpler time. I can remember moments when I was a child that feel singular; sitting at the edge of the docks, eating a piece of fried fish, golden and fresh from the ocean, straight from the cook-fire, just as it had come from the pan. My legs dangling off the side of the dock but too short to reach the water then, except perhaps the very tips of my toes, if I stretched. I would have been working all day, running messages between sailors, sorting fish, gutting, descaling. Whatever they would have me do in exchange for a meal. Since sunrise. Often before. And when I bit into that piece of fish, I was tired, and so hungry, that it tasted like the best thing I had ever eaten. Someone would doubtless offer me a mug of ale, or cider, and I would drink it, and watch the sun in her slow transit as she moved to kiss her lover and sink below the sea.
Perspective is everything: the sublime nature of that moment is such largely because of the depravity which surrounded it. If I had not been so hungry, I would not have been so grateful for such humble food. If I had not slept on the streets, I would not have been awake to greet the dawn. And so on, and so forth. But knowing this does not diminish the pleasure found in that simple moment of sensual joy. And even now, while I am surrounded more than I could possibly find it in myself to want, I am blessed that those who make me feel most myself are those who value me not for my station, for my connections, or even for my cleverness. It is a unique privilege to have a few in my life who remind me of those simple, sublime moments. Who evoke those same feelings in me: moments that stand out, disconnected from context, as perfect.
Perspective is everything: the sublime nature of that moment is such largely because of the depravity which surrounded it. If I had not been so hungry, I would not have been so grateful for such humble food. If I had not slept on the streets, I would not have been awake to greet the dawn. And so on, and so forth. But knowing this does not diminish the pleasure found in that simple moment of sensual joy. And even now, while I am surrounded more than I could possibly find it in myself to want, I am blessed that those who make me feel most myself are those who value me not for my station, for my connections, or even for my cleverness. It is a unique privilege to have a few in my life who remind me of those simple, sublime moments. Who evoke those same feelings in me: moments that stand out, disconnected from context, as perfect.
Written By Amari
Dec. 5, 2021, 3:19 p.m.(9/10/1016 AR)
It's really easy to get bogged down in the negative and forget that there's still good in the world. Take a moment a think of at least one thing when you're being sucked into a whirlpool of awfulness. For me, it's honey and butter on bread still warm from the oven. That one alone is a sure sign that the world isn't all bad.
Written By Preston
Dec. 5, 2021, 12:28 p.m.(9/10/1016 AR)
Sometimes you seek to douse the fire, cover its embers in water in the hope it will not flare up again. Sometimes you isolate it, you dig a trench between the fire and what you love, what you wish to protect from its consuming rage. And sometimes you stride towards it, you run and leap through the tongues of its flames. Because you know that what is on the other side is worth the temporary pain.
There is honesty in battle, honesty in discontent. You do not need to hate the person standing across the battlefield from you, but you can know they are not your friend - not for that moment. You can know their aims, their goals, do not match yours. That is honesty. And I would rather have 10 honest foes than 1 false friend, who waits in peace to harm me. Who would swear their loyalty, their obedience, only to sunder such oaths and their honour for the chance to spill your blood.
There is honesty in battle, honesty in discontent. You do not need to hate the person standing across the battlefield from you, but you can know they are not your friend - not for that moment. You can know their aims, their goals, do not match yours. That is honesty. And I would rather have 10 honest foes than 1 false friend, who waits in peace to harm me. Who would swear their loyalty, their obedience, only to sunder such oaths and their honour for the chance to spill your blood.
Written By Sylvie
Dec. 5, 2021, 11:55 a.m.(9/10/1016 AR)
How would one protect, if you do not know how to wield blade or bow or any other weapon? What would you seek to learn to defeat someone who would call themselves a god? I know diplomacy; I know etiquette. I know how to lead and steward. I have a lot to learn about protecting.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 5, 2021, 10:18 a.m.(9/10/1016 AR)
Saw a rare feat on a Maelstrom dock:
A man lost a swordfight to a bottle.
How the fuck does that even happen?
A man lost a swordfight to a bottle.
How the fuck does that even happen?
Written By Monique
Dec. 5, 2021, 3:31 a.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Camilla
I am not often compelled to take a protege, nor am I ever actively seeking one out. But when you know instinctively that you've found a perfect complement, you act. Without hesitation. Without thought. You seize the day, take what life offers and make it yours because if you don't risk anything, you risk everything.
And already my instincts have been proven out. She is magnificent.
And already my instincts have been proven out. She is magnificent.
Written By Angelo
Dec. 5, 2021, 2:27 a.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
An aquamarine waterfall of feelings descend from the innermost corner of my heart
unfolding the deepest thoughts, the loving thoughts, the glorious thoughts, the gloomiest thoughts
childhood memories float in tiny rainbow paper boats
dance on the softest petals of petite flowers emanating perfumes of sense-robbing mixed scents
serenade me away to the forest of dreams in a playful swing of my coral passions
weaving the tapestry of mysterious stories depicting eternal melody of love and loss
I am a Nightingale
singing a song of lavender dreams and hopes, under an ultramarine canvas blending turquoise sky and sapphire ocean
twilight moon flickering ribbons of love
my audience - the pearlescent clouds, gleaming stars, souls with a poetic heart!
I write for myself
I write for you
I write for the future generations to come.
My story is their story, my life is their life
The vermilion sky at dawn kindle an inspiration in me,
So do the gossamer rays of crimson twilight
humming river, cadence of ocean-waves, snow-capped mountain-peaks
Twittering birds, twinkling stars
History of human race, struggles and victories.
unfolding the deepest thoughts, the loving thoughts, the glorious thoughts, the gloomiest thoughts
childhood memories float in tiny rainbow paper boats
dance on the softest petals of petite flowers emanating perfumes of sense-robbing mixed scents
serenade me away to the forest of dreams in a playful swing of my coral passions
weaving the tapestry of mysterious stories depicting eternal melody of love and loss
I am a Nightingale
singing a song of lavender dreams and hopes, under an ultramarine canvas blending turquoise sky and sapphire ocean
twilight moon flickering ribbons of love
my audience - the pearlescent clouds, gleaming stars, souls with a poetic heart!
I write for myself
I write for you
I write for the future generations to come.
My story is their story, my life is their life
The vermilion sky at dawn kindle an inspiration in me,
So do the gossamer rays of crimson twilight
humming river, cadence of ocean-waves, snow-capped mountain-peaks
Twittering birds, twinkling stars
History of human race, struggles and victories.
Written By Denica
Dec. 4, 2021, 11:52 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
I has come to my attention that my humour might lead people to commit acts of violence.
You are welcome for this knife changing experience.
You are welcome for this knife changing experience.
Written By Thea
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:31 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Gio
I promise, learning won't be as bad as I made it sound!
Written By Rosalind
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
I'm feeling restless. Like I want to run. But I don't know where. How are? I need to stretch my legs.
Written By Thea
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:02 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
I spent the day out at sea. For an event hosted by my brother Martino and friend, Princess Denica. My brother did our other brother proud in his speech, remembering him. I can only hope I made my family proud with the capabilities I displayed. My team didn't win, but I think we enjoyed ourselves nevertheless. Congratulations to the house of Thrax. Who unsurprisedly won the new ship. And Lord Mattheu, who won something as well. He fought well.
Written By Thea
Dec. 4, 2021, 9:56 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Vitalis
I received the most thoughtful gift. One that brings enjoyment to my whole house. Bubbles! You blow a solution through a stick and out they come. Calo laughs in delight, the dogs chase them. It really is the most thoughtful gift. From one alchemist to the next...Thank you Lord Vitalis.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 4, 2021, 4:58 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
You begged me to stop calling your husband out on his embarrassing statements and I agreed to it under certain terms. I did not gloat and did not make it public. Is the lady so bored and unwise that she has to rekindle feuds she worked so diligently to end? Methinks she married her perfect match.
Written By Viviana
Dec. 4, 2021, 4:55 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
Oh, this -- this is a familiar ache, a fathoms-deep longing that I didn't think I wanted again. Here I am. Adrift.
-- help me.
-- help me.
Written By Mattheu
Dec. 4, 2021, 3:54 p.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
It's always a lovely day to be able to dance upon the waters and have the wind lead us upon adventure.
A teamed event where racing with ships, then firing upon each other, and seeking to board the others. All ending with last one standing upon the decks.
While all sails were equally matched and the point to it being to have fun with others while seeking a joined love for sailing and a bit of fight, the Yellow Sail was left standing.
Whisper Cesare and Baron Aedric made for a wonderful team.
A teamed event where racing with ships, then firing upon each other, and seeking to board the others. All ending with last one standing upon the decks.
While all sails were equally matched and the point to it being to have fun with others while seeking a joined love for sailing and a bit of fight, the Yellow Sail was left standing.
Whisper Cesare and Baron Aedric made for a wonderful team.
Written By Gio
Dec. 4, 2021, 3:10 p.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
Apparently, there are types of wasps that are quite unlikely to sting - even when disturbed. How compelling.
Written By Viviana
Dec. 4, 2021, 2:48 p.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
When was the last time that I saw you for longer than the time spent asleep -- and time spent dreaming? I do not remember that last time at all -- not the time of day, not the place, not the details of the conversation, not even what ensemble you were wearing. I remember the curve of your lower lip, the way that your eyes seemed silver, and the lone night-black curl that grazed your cheek.
Written By Calista
Dec. 4, 2021, 11:43 a.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
I have been spoiled. Not one but six parcels arrived for me this morning before I even opened my eyes. The most precious of these are the words that came attached to the gifts.
Vulnerability in the face of one whom you proclaim feelings for is perhaps the sexiest quality in a lover. Forgive me if I am feeling greedy for all that is offered. I've already accepted and submitted from the first moment.
Vulnerability in the face of one whom you proclaim feelings for is perhaps the sexiest quality in a lover. Forgive me if I am feeling greedy for all that is offered. I've already accepted and submitted from the first moment.
Written By Victus
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:57 a.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
I wonder how many trees I could plant in the courtyard before we're physically unable to leave our homes.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:26 a.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
You only live once? Are you sure?
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