Written By Tikva
May 1, 2017, 11:53 p.m.(5/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
Dame Esoka is ... a good friend to me, and a wiser woman than I in certain particular ways. And ... she's right: it's good, in the midst of chaos and siege and terror, to just sit down for an hour or so and be a woman for a little while.
I'm glad to have stolen those moments.
I'm glad to have stolen those moments.
Written By Silas
May 1, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(5/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tallius
The prodigal lad who is now the owner of the building my shop was housed in. Snarky guy. I like snarky.
I let him keep Catrina - she's been a stalwart defender of the shop, against the machinations of dastardly rodents. She must continue to do her duty!
I let him keep Catrina - she's been a stalwart defender of the shop, against the machinations of dastardly rodents. She must continue to do her duty!
Written By Saira
May 1, 2017, 9:55 p.m.(5/18/1006 AR)
Dear Garrion,
Have you ever woken from sleep to find yourself in another world? Have you ever known a moment of disassociation so intense you cannot recall who you are, who you were, or who you are supposed to be? Have you ever dreamed so vividly it felt like another life?
I have, perhaps, been reading too many fanciful stories again. My imagination is as a bonfire is, prone to catch at the smallest spark, to burn with fervent flame, consuming the fuel used to douse it until naught but ash remains.
The carriage arrived in Arx last evening, but I was so exhausted by the journey, I could do little save allow myself to be led to a Valor bedchamber within the Ward of House Grayson, where I collapsed into bed after a perfunctory toilette.
Arx is daunting, Garrion, and while I know the city is crawling with Graysons, I feel more alone here than I have ever done before. I know mother and father sent me for good reason. I am of age now, and here is where I belong. Still, I cannot help but feel abandoned.
I know nothing. I know not who to speak with to acquire clothing suitable for my station. I know not how to make myself useful. I know not which of my family members might be willing to even speak with me, let alone help me acclimatize myself to this world of overt interaction.
It was simpler at home, where I was shrouded by the shadow of my siblings. That canopy of near invisibility is gone, now. For once, I am noticeable.
And it terrifies me.
For once, I am the one who must reach out first.
I am not even certain I know how.
I miss you. I wish you could write back.
Love from,
Saira
Have you ever woken from sleep to find yourself in another world? Have you ever known a moment of disassociation so intense you cannot recall who you are, who you were, or who you are supposed to be? Have you ever dreamed so vividly it felt like another life?
I have, perhaps, been reading too many fanciful stories again. My imagination is as a bonfire is, prone to catch at the smallest spark, to burn with fervent flame, consuming the fuel used to douse it until naught but ash remains.
The carriage arrived in Arx last evening, but I was so exhausted by the journey, I could do little save allow myself to be led to a Valor bedchamber within the Ward of House Grayson, where I collapsed into bed after a perfunctory toilette.
Arx is daunting, Garrion, and while I know the city is crawling with Graysons, I feel more alone here than I have ever done before. I know mother and father sent me for good reason. I am of age now, and here is where I belong. Still, I cannot help but feel abandoned.
I know nothing. I know not who to speak with to acquire clothing suitable for my station. I know not how to make myself useful. I know not which of my family members might be willing to even speak with me, let alone help me acclimatize myself to this world of overt interaction.
It was simpler at home, where I was shrouded by the shadow of my siblings. That canopy of near invisibility is gone, now. For once, I am noticeable.
And it terrifies me.
For once, I am the one who must reach out first.
I am not even certain I know how.
I miss you. I wish you could write back.
Love from,
Saira
Written By Ophelia
May 1, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(5/18/1006 AR)
I was reading some journals today and was thinking "My goodness, I think the same way!" and for a moment my heart soared into believing that out there somewhere was someone who thought like me. Then I saw that they were my own journals.
Sometimes I think those priests toy with me.
Sometimes I think those priests toy with me.
Written By Ophelia
May 1, 2017, 8:22 p.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aldwin
He's an exceptional guide, leader and listener. A man closest to the gods yet available for tea and honeycakes. We are blessed to have him as Dominus.
Written By Valery
May 1, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Shadow
I would like to tell you.
But it's just not right...
Thank you, anyways, for seeing me. And listening. And being my friend.
But it's just not right...
Thank you, anyways, for seeing me. And listening. And being my friend.
Written By Eirene
May 1, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
By the way, scribe. I'm totally stealing 'Mime fucker'. My thanks to whomever coined that.
Written By Eirene
May 1, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
I can write song lyrics out in my journal too.
How all the spirits rise (ARSE UP ARSE UP!) comes to mind but today I'm more melloncholly.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
How all the spirits rise (ARSE UP ARSE UP!) comes to mind but today I'm more melloncholly.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Written By Katarina
May 1, 2017, 4:20 p.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
... When one brother worries of his sister's possibly being intimate with her intended, what does it say when you wonder if he's ... doing something?
Written By Edain
May 1, 2017, 3:39 p.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Things that life never prepared you for.
That your little sister is all grown up and might be having the sex!
That your little sister is all grown up and might be having the sex!
Written By Alis
May 1, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
While there is nothing wrong with a vow of chastity. And, of course, I admire the restraint one must surely have to be able to hold to that ideal, I would not want anyone to have the wrong impression.
Valardin Knights are not required to uphold a vow of chastity (despite our reputation for prudishness, I know). That is entirely optional. And I, for one, am quite happy with not having made that particular vow. Honor? Yes. Chivalry? Yes. Duty and Loyalty? Of course.
Valardin Knights are not required to uphold a vow of chastity (despite our reputation for prudishness, I know). That is entirely optional. And I, for one, am quite happy with not having made that particular vow. Honor? Yes. Chivalry? Yes. Duty and Loyalty? Of course.
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 11:02 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
M'princess I will always protect you. Thank you for healing me.
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 11:01 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
Saved your ass, looking forward to more fights in the future
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 10:45 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
You are a great trainer M'lady.
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
M'princess Valencia, It was an honor Protecting you, hope to do it more in the future.
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 10:39 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
My cousin, the Duke, I will see if I can learn ways I might earn the voice.
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 10:35 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
A new friend! Hope we can spend more time talking, if you can fucken stand me.
Written By Kahlana
May 1, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(5/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
Can not wait to tour the other eight taverns. The first few were great.
Written By Valerion
May 1, 2017, 5:12 a.m.(5/16/1006 AR)
Today my vows were brought into question.
Not in disbelieve, but literally questioned.
As if there were not a knight in the realm
who did not take his oath seriously. I will
not sully my chastity outside of marriage.
I never have, and I never will. Perhaps
someday, there will be a woman who
understands and respects that fact.
Not in disbelieve, but literally questioned.
As if there were not a knight in the realm
who did not take his oath seriously. I will
not sully my chastity outside of marriage.
I never have, and I never will. Perhaps
someday, there will be a woman who
understands and respects that fact.
Written By Joscelin
May 1, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(5/16/1006 AR)
I've discovered that it's -impossible- to work when you have the end of the world flapping around your head, like a flying rodent that pelts you with stinging nettles.
Jayus, I beseech You, I will do -anything- to get my focus back again. Barring that, grant me inspiration and patience, compassion and perception. Tried and true, yes, but I'm asking anyway. Just in case.
And I know I'm ridiculous. People dying, Bringers, demons, political mishaps, pregnancies, marriages... and I'm lamenting an unproductive creative crisis.
Well. My father would tell me to focus on what you can effect in the now, like a wolf, don't think beyond the next moment; you'll just go mad with fear.
So, all of that? Can take care of itself.
I have an emerald to bezel-set before I sleep.
Damn stones are like chalk, one wrong push and it crumbles-
...no, scholar, that's enough. Tha
Jayus, I beseech You, I will do -anything- to get my focus back again. Barring that, grant me inspiration and patience, compassion and perception. Tried and true, yes, but I'm asking anyway. Just in case.
And I know I'm ridiculous. People dying, Bringers, demons, political mishaps, pregnancies, marriages... and I'm lamenting an unproductive creative crisis.
Well. My father would tell me to focus on what you can effect in the now, like a wolf, don't think beyond the next moment; you'll just go mad with fear.
So, all of that? Can take care of itself.
I have an emerald to bezel-set before I sleep.
Damn stones are like chalk, one wrong push and it crumbles-
...no, scholar, that's enough. Tha
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