Written By Merek
March 2, 2017, 8:19 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Written By Zhayla
March 2, 2017, 8:03 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Written By Isolde
March 2, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Blessed are those that embrace thee.
Blessed are we, who tremble before thee, yet take up thy mantle.
Blessed be, oh Thirteenth.
May we earn thy blessings in truth.
Written By Valerius
March 2, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
I'm never going to live that down, I don't think.
Written By Lark
March 2, 2017, 5:33 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
Written By Lark
March 2, 2017, 5:32 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
Remind you of anybody?
Written By Alis
March 2, 2017, 4:04 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Written By Eirene
March 2, 2017, 3:30 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
The only thing marring it is the lack of Leo Fidante. You magnificent bastard, you better not be dead. I will be pissed if you are.
Written By Tristan
March 2, 2017, 3:30 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
So we've had a whole herd? pack? flock? of cats keeping the King's stables diligently vermin-free. I feed them, of course. Better to keep them in the stables and in fine condition for battling ratkind. I certainly don't scritch their bellies and name them all.
But now Dandelion and Buttercup (shut up), two of my best ratters, disappeared. It happens with feral cats. Sometimes they wander and find a better patch (hence the logical reason for regular meals). Sometimes something happens to them. All sorts of hazards out there for a wandering cat...poison, sickness, fast-moving carts, the Lord Commander's pets policy...
Maybe someone scooped them up and took them up. They're friendly, for barn cats.
But they're sisters, and they used to help look after each other's kittens. And they each left behind a large litter, too young to fend for themselves.
The old stablemaster back at Bastion used to drown orphaned kittens. Said it was the kindest thing to do for them, with no one to look after them and teach them how to be a cat.
Instead, I currently have an entire basket full of kittens.
Written By Alistair
March 2, 2017, 3:14 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
It was acceptable.
Written By Hadrian
March 2, 2017, 2:53 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
That's not the most interesting and dramatic detail, however, because what sets my love for theatrics in a flurry of excitement is the simple fact that the bride and groom are a Fidante and Malvici, respectively. This is something that I would not have expected to happen in my lifetime, since Lucien's... Well, nevermind that. My cousin, Inigo, and Calista -who I have always known to be a dangerously smart, strong woman- are to be wed. I could not be more thrilled.
Written By Valerius
March 2, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
But beyond that, he seems a legitimately good man, if our conversations, the work he does, and the wedding I attended are anything to go by. How a man that handsome could become an Inquisitor is beyond me. Maybe it’s a tool, they don’t expect him to be as capable because he’s so pretty.
I figure I’ll be spending a good deal more time with him in the future, in both official and casual settings. I’m happy about that.
Written By Edain
March 2, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
I am confused by this because when I think of a biscuit I think of something that is warm, soft and delicious, all of which would be quality of quite an amazing twat.
Sometimes the complexities of offering a proper insult are lost on me.
Written By Valerius
March 2, 2017, 1:26 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
I’m no trained jester, nor bard, but damn if I’m not willing to learn to be if it means I can catch another glimpse.
Written By Bethany
March 2, 2017, 12:13 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
It's all the difference between a wild rose and one cultivated in the greenhouse. It retains the beauty, but lacks the perfume.
(I apologize, Scholar, I didn't mean to smear the ink on the page.)
Written By Joscelin
March 2, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
I fear I will never get closure, little sister. That I will pull my hair and wail as my mother did when father didn't come back with his regiment, that I will soak in the grief of unknowing until my curls go white with unrelenting uncertainty.
I love you, Ianthe. I loved you when you were a snot-nosed, red-kneed little urchin that stuck her fingers in my crafting supplies and beads, when you stole my sketchbook and I screamed about it- ...only to find a little (terrible) drawing of you and me, holding hands and smiling, stuck in the pages halfway through. My heart was stolen.
I loved you when you got me into trouble the first, second, third, and fifth time. The fourth time I still refuse to think about. The look on mother's face-
I pray you're safe. I pray you're unafraid and content, satisfied in your work or where you are.
But I feel I know the truth. I grieve, though, that I will never know or understand the things that led you to your fate, our fate, the ties between us. That I will look and wonder if there was something I could have done to salvage all of this. To save you. I suspect now that was never my job, but it burns in me, the duty of loving as an older sister; I was meant to protect you and I failed.
Written By Samantha
March 2, 2017, 10:20 a.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
I am a bit wistful, I think, of all the people who have found partners they have formed a lasting bond with. Maybe it's something in the air? Or perhaps a need for something permanent and strong, in the face of the uncertainty of our lives in recent days. I find myself longing for this. It's a girlish fantasy, I imagine.
I must be patient.
Written By Rymarr
March 2, 2017, 10:07 a.m.(1/7/1006 AR)
The King's Own: making your marriage decisions for you since...we can't rightly remember, honestly. It's been a long time.
Written By Rymarr
March 2, 2017, 10:05 a.m.(1/7/1006 AR)
What isn't confusing? Service to His Imperial Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV. It is a simple and straightforward duty, all things considered.
Written By Julea
March 2, 2017, 9:44 a.m.(1/7/1006 AR)
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