Written By Joslyn
April 28, 2017, 6:05 a.m.(5/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
A strong fighter, I'm glad that my time at the end of her mace was in a controlled environment, because I'd hate to be unleashed on her full fury. I was honored to fight alongside her on the walls, against a bakers dozen of Bringers. I saw her take a hit that would fell most, but she stood again to strike back before we pulled her away for her own safety. I'd fight at her side anytime, and I'm positive the next time we face off against each other, she'll be the one helping me up off my back. I don't think she knows just how close that fight really was.
Written By Joslyn
April 28, 2017, 6 a.m.(5/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Quiet and clearly intelligent and well read, I enjoyed his company in the gauntlet while we watched a spar together. I was glad to be surprised by him elsewhere, and I must day he is a fascinating man. I hope to meet with him more, and solve the mystery that he seems to present.
Written By Antonio
April 28, 2017, 5:37 a.m.(5/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
She's disturbingly capable with a bow, many a songbird owner back home can attest to that fact. If only that capability extended to everyday matters, she'd be unstoppable. Alas. Being out and about with nary a guard in sight, I've instructed Dobson to keep an eye on her from afar until the siege is over, lest she find herself in a situation that even her bow and limitless charm cannot get her out of. If Dobson need suffer a makeover to suit her, so be it. He's a sailor, he's been through worse than ribbons in his beard. Possibly. I should probably buy him a drink.
Written By Archene
April 28, 2017, 5:35 a.m.(5/10/1006 AR)
It is to my surprise that the best way to find business may not be simply go out of my way to advertise and hope that people will come into your shop to purchase. Not even accepting offers to have people come into your shop.
The best way is to forget that you should keep your door locked while organizing your shop. Mind your business, have no expectation and live your day. When you least expect, you will forget to even opening your shop, yet you will already have more orders than you would expect yourself to have during that entire week!
And like this, I am again, postponing the opening of my shop.
Thank you, all of my patrons for allowing me to spread my dear fragrances through the city, and hopefully bring out smiles even in times as hard as these.
The best way is to forget that you should keep your door locked while organizing your shop. Mind your business, have no expectation and live your day. When you least expect, you will forget to even opening your shop, yet you will already have more orders than you would expect yourself to have during that entire week!
And like this, I am again, postponing the opening of my shop.
Thank you, all of my patrons for allowing me to spread my dear fragrances through the city, and hopefully bring out smiles even in times as hard as these.
Written By Antonio
April 28, 2017, 5:31 a.m.(5/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Military over politics. I can certainly get behind that idea; I could never trade the sea for a landlocked office, trade my wax-protected scrolls for dusty books, trade my freedom for a position. In that regard I can only fully agree with Lady Calypso's choices until now, and I fully intend to back the military leadership of our troops with the might of the navy should the time come that such efforts are warranted. I'll stick to whiskey when we meet though, that's just a given.
Written By Seva
April 28, 2017, 4:34 a.m.(5/10/1006 AR)
I bought a baby goat from the market a few days back. To help clear the back garden of course.
It's actually quite cute even if he keeps trying to eat his bow. Not as cute as a certain trio of bunnies though.
My to-do list is now as follows;
-Finish cleaning up the garden and planting the necessary seeds.
-Teach Miss Juliana Bennett how to make incense sticks and cones.
-Work on a sitting room for the shop.
-Charity/donation event?
-Swordfighting!
At least my mine is off of the Gyre.
It's actually quite cute even if he keeps trying to eat his bow. Not as cute as a certain trio of bunnies though.
My to-do list is now as follows;
-Finish cleaning up the garden and planting the necessary seeds.
-Teach Miss Juliana Bennett how to make incense sticks and cones.
-Work on a sitting room for the shop.
-Charity/donation event?
-Swordfighting!
At least my mine is off of the Gyre.
Written By Aureth
April 28, 2017, 12:35 a.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Magpie's been around forever. I mean, sometimes out of sight out of mind, since he's sailing ships all the time.
Family's a funny thing. Thinking about what defines it, because I know it isn't blood, and for commoners like us, it isn't oaths either. Nothing like. It's something else. But it's real.
And it grows, when you nurture it. Twisting up out of the earth like vines from deep roots. . .
I can't really remember a time when he wasn't a Grayhope. Wasn't like my little brother but taller. Or like my little cousin but sassier.
He's sick as a dog just at this moment, so I'm sure he won't read this to see me being mushy about him in public. Best time to say I love you, when nobody can hear it and catch you out.
Better take care of yourself, you stupid bastard.
Family's a funny thing. Thinking about what defines it, because I know it isn't blood, and for commoners like us, it isn't oaths either. Nothing like. It's something else. But it's real.
And it grows, when you nurture it. Twisting up out of the earth like vines from deep roots. . .
I can't really remember a time when he wasn't a Grayhope. Wasn't like my little brother but taller. Or like my little cousin but sassier.
He's sick as a dog just at this moment, so I'm sure he won't read this to see me being mushy about him in public. Best time to say I love you, when nobody can hear it and catch you out.
Better take care of yourself, you stupid bastard.
Written By Merek
April 27, 2017, 9:51 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
A friend of mine that works in the guard with me. She's quite good at what she does, as far as I can tell.
Written By Rowan
April 27, 2017, 7:22 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
From a tree on a hilly green field, Raven watched Eagle hunting. Eagle circled overhead with his keen eye on a shepherd and his flock of sheep bellow. When the shepherd took his lunch, Eagle swooped down quickly and seized a lamb in his talons to carry away to his nest.
Raven saw this, and decided that he could not only do what Eagle had done, but he could do it better. Why settle for the lamb when there was more impressive prey on the hill. The next day, when the shepherd took his lunch, Raven took flight from his tree to swoop down on the flock of sheep.
Raven descended on the back of a wooly ram, but when he tried to rise again, he found his claws had become tangled in the wool. He flapped feverishly to try and take flight, but he was thoroughly stuck. The ram scarcely noticed that he was there. The shepherd, however, took notice and came to see. He untangled Raven's claws, but not without first clipping his wings.
That evening, the shepherd gave Raven to his son. 'What a funny bird,' he laughed. 'What do you call it?'
'That is a raven, my son, but if you asked him, he would say he is an eagle.'
Raven saw this, and decided that he could not only do what Eagle had done, but he could do it better. Why settle for the lamb when there was more impressive prey on the hill. The next day, when the shepherd took his lunch, Raven took flight from his tree to swoop down on the flock of sheep.
Raven descended on the back of a wooly ram, but when he tried to rise again, he found his claws had become tangled in the wool. He flapped feverishly to try and take flight, but he was thoroughly stuck. The ram scarcely noticed that he was there. The shepherd, however, took notice and came to see. He untangled Raven's claws, but not without first clipping his wings.
That evening, the shepherd gave Raven to his son. 'What a funny bird,' he laughed. 'What do you call it?'
'That is a raven, my son, but if you asked him, he would say he is an eagle.'
Written By Harald
April 27, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
I find this telling:
Liars seem to believe that all other men are also liars. The mind of an honest man stands wholly beyond their ken.
Habits of deception mark one as pitiable, but also dangerous.
Liars seem to believe that all other men are also liars. The mind of an honest man stands wholly beyond their ken.
Habits of deception mark one as pitiable, but also dangerous.
Written By Samantha
April 27, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
If you want your place on the board respected, learn how to play the game.
Written By Tikva
April 27, 2017, 4:10 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
It seems that there is nowhere in this city we can step without risk of being attacked, be it by the disguised, or even by our own people, too frenzied with fear and paranoia to wait for enemies to strike before they strike back.
My greatest fear is for my son. I have lived my whole life in a state of more or less war with all the raiding parties and the threat of the Shav'Arvani, the enemy tribes upon our borders, in our woods . . . but never before did I fear to walk about the city streets with my child because of what we might come across.
I slew the seeming of a child that was a Bringer, who threatened the catacombs by trickery. My heart has been uneasy since then.
It is not that it is a bad lesson to learn, to question the evidence of my own eyes and ears. But it is a hard one.
My greatest fear is for my son. I have lived my whole life in a state of more or less war with all the raiding parties and the threat of the Shav'Arvani, the enemy tribes upon our borders, in our woods . . . but never before did I fear to walk about the city streets with my child because of what we might come across.
I slew the seeming of a child that was a Bringer, who threatened the catacombs by trickery. My heart has been uneasy since then.
It is not that it is a bad lesson to learn, to question the evidence of my own eyes and ears. But it is a hard one.
Written By Kima
April 27, 2017, 3:21 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)
I woke up to the most wonderful morning.
Written By Lianne
April 27, 2017, 12:12 p.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
This time last year, I was aboard a ship bound for Arx from Setarco. It was not my first visit to the capital, but it was meant to be--and has been--my longest stay to date. My first few weeks were filled with excitement and possibility as I explored, made friends and adjusted to my new responsibilities. By June, homesickness had set in. Summer never gets warm enough here. The ocean air smells different. There's never enough music. There's never enough sun.
I miss the stars and the swallows. I miss the songs and the stories. I miss the winding roads and the clifftop vistas. I miss the particular rhythm of Setarcan life, the lull when the sun is highest, the peak as it sets. I miss the people, my people, so sharp and bright and vital.
But I no longer ache. I no longer pine for the Silken City that I so love. I no longer spend my nights staring up at artificial stars to feel a little closer to home. I do not need to. I have found home here. I have found purpose and joy and a strange and satisfying cadence which keeps me grounded.
Trapped as we are, I should want to escape, to flee the besieged city for the safety of my beloved island, but I am home, and I am happy, and I mean to stay.
I miss the stars and the swallows. I miss the songs and the stories. I miss the winding roads and the clifftop vistas. I miss the particular rhythm of Setarcan life, the lull when the sun is highest, the peak as it sets. I miss the people, my people, so sharp and bright and vital.
But I no longer ache. I no longer pine for the Silken City that I so love. I no longer spend my nights staring up at artificial stars to feel a little closer to home. I do not need to. I have found home here. I have found purpose and joy and a strange and satisfying cadence which keeps me grounded.
Trapped as we are, I should want to escape, to flee the besieged city for the safety of my beloved island, but I am home, and I am happy, and I mean to stay.
Written By Charlaine
April 27, 2017, 12:07 p.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Seva
Talked about a possible fundraiser, thank you for lending your support I will talk to the whisperers.
Written By Mydas
April 27, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
How to approach the topic of Tehom with Northerners:
1. Promise whiskey if they listen.
2. Talk of Tehom while they drink.
3. Offer a whiskey bottle to go.
You would think by now Southerners would have realized any kind of worthwhile conversation is always had with whiskey in hand.
1. Promise whiskey if they listen.
2. Talk of Tehom while they drink.
3. Offer a whiskey bottle to go.
You would think by now Southerners would have realized any kind of worthwhile conversation is always had with whiskey in hand.
Written By Simone
April 27, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
Your mother would be a falcon.
Even now, years after this, when the wounds I leave heal.
Even after sleep with fierce eyes closed
and if her heart
is broken, it is as least still.
You would also be falcon and go free.
You would tread her wrist and wear the hood,
set high, no limits, strike and draw blood.
Even now, years after this, when the wounds I leave heal.
Even after sleep with fierce eyes closed
and if her heart
is broken, it is as least still.
You would also be falcon and go free.
You would tread her wrist and wear the hood,
set high, no limits, strike and draw blood.
Written By Leona
April 27, 2017, 10:16 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
I am certain she is not mad. I am equally certain that she is very strange, but she means well. And as she is currently the liason for another group of Knights sworn to holy service, she is definitely worth talking to. I probably should not be so amused at sending Miles to speak with her and orchestrate working with the Order of Petrichor's Fluffybottoms, but I am. And I'm not even a little sorry.
Written By Leona
April 27, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Miles
Since I first joined the King's Own, Sir Miles has been there. He has patched cuts and scrapes and seen to bruises and injury more times than I care to count. He's gruff for certain, but only because he does his level best to keep us all healthy and ready to protect the King. He's a good man and a strong soldier and one that I'm glad to find in the ranks of the King's Own. I lean on him more and more to handle those sensitive matters that we cannot trust to outsiders.
Written By Rook
April 27, 2017, 7:29 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
I commend Baron Whitehawk for his proper display of etiquette in handing over his shop to another crafter in need. Not only that, my lord, you will
find that once profit is no longer the aim of your craft you will enjoy it remarkably more.
It was the way with my transition from common to lord courtier.
find that once profit is no longer the aim of your craft you will enjoy it remarkably more.
It was the way with my transition from common to lord courtier.
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