Written By Kima
Feb. 28, 2017, 7:17 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)
But I've since determined that there is a more appropriate question that people should ask themselves.
Having found Elysia, would you slog through the Abyss to return there?
Written By Aureth
Feb. 28, 2017, 5:54 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)
Makes me think about family.
When I took over the bar, that was my clear responsibility for the Grayhope name, and I've worked since to try to remedy some of the ... oh, bad publicity ... that we might've had because of my cousin's questionable choices. I've been working to try to keep the place spic and span even under threat of severe mess, spruced up the menu a little bit with some good deals on whiskey and wine that some social contacts have helped me to make, arranged a regular menu so that people have some idea of what they're getting from the kitchen, and even found and put up a dartboard to give patrons something to throw something else at that isn't each other's heads.
But family is more than the Grayhope name. It's more than just me and Fortunato and Hana and cousin Moira.
It's good to remember that.
Written By Acacia
Feb. 28, 2017, 4:17 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harmon
Written By Aurelian
Feb. 28, 2017, 3:44 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Written By Serafine
Feb. 28, 2017, 1:03 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)
Written By Bethany
Feb. 28, 2017, 9:41 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
We hope - guarded well.
Do they know who they are?
If so, they never tell.
Written By Fiachra
Feb. 28, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
(OOC: What follows is a description of the object left outside the gates, as given to the recording scholar.)
Rude Snow-Edain
An imposing figure of piled snow; the ever traditional snow man, stands tall in front of the equally impressive walls of Arx. This one, however, has a few slight differences. The starched tabard of a Valardin Knight is proudly draped over the gathered and stacked snowglobes, for one. And where the arms might normally be just tree branches, these ones also have gloves on. Gloves that have been stuffed with straw and then tied and twisted and displayed so that both are quite rudely flipping off any who would dare encroach on the city.
That's right! The Valardin Snowlord is /here/, and he's not happy that you're trying to invade the city, Bringers!
Written By Jaenelle
Feb. 28, 2017, 7:37 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
I should not be pitied for my lot in life, I am protected beneath Velenosa's banner as well as Thrax's. I have a home, those who love me, and those I have yet to meet who I am certain will. I might have lost much, but there is still so much to gain and with the God's approval I hope that I continue to accomplish those things in life I wish to.
There is one thing my brother has said that is true. I am proud that my father was a Redrain Prince, and I am proud of the history and always feel as if I am at home within the Redrain ward. It brings me closer to the man that was taken from me. So if when diplomacy and understanding do not work, if the rules within the etiquette guidebook fail, I am proud to have the temper of a Redrain.
Written By Calliope
Feb. 28, 2017, 7:26 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
And yet, I still feel badly.
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 28, 2017, 6:52 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
Written By Julea
Feb. 28, 2017, 4:14 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
The other He said, "Upon the salt we are born and into the blood tide we cast our fates. Rise now, a Thraxian subject. Tears in our Wake."
Everyone shouted: "Never at our Wake."
I replied, "From this day forward, I am Thrax."
And it is so. I am now bound to the Thrax, by blood, by salt, by fealty, and eventually by marriage.
I was born on the salt, I was raised on a ship. But before my ninth birthday I was fostered by a Redrain man who become my beloved Father. No one else has earned the right to be my Father but this man who dedicated his life to raising me. But that doesn't change what I am. The saltwater is in my blood. But I will always be grateful for the care that the Redrain took of me, both in Three Trees, and in Arx.
I still don't like Rum.
Written By Hana
Feb. 28, 2017, 3:13 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
It's the sort of blade I think I'll see in my dreams, and I hope it can make a difference.
Written By Ford
Feb. 28, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Another fucking duel? Do these children know what's encroaching on our doors? I should hope so, there's more important shit to worry about than...what.. what does this say? 'I AM OFFENDED THAT YOU SAID A THING OFFHANDEDLY IN A WHIT--' This is madness. Utter. Fucking. Madness. But hey, they were slighted weren't they? Stop everything Barbara, a Prince or whatever the fuck was slighted. I shouldn't say that too loud, someone might hear and challenge me to a fucking duel.
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As Documented by the Archivist;
Lords. Ladies. Surely, you all can appreciate that there are far more pressing matters to attend than another duel set for a week from now? Surely. Why waste your energy and anger on one another when that can be turned towards the enemy?
Please.
Marquis Ford Kennex
Written By Valerius
Feb. 28, 2017, 12:59 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
But she’s more than the older sister I had growing up. She’s a woman who has seen things she never should have. Her marriage to Velenosa was a gift, I think, but her husband’s death was a cruel joke. I feel as bad for her as I do Archduke Niccolo.
But the one thing I’d urge anyone who knows her to remember: She may be the sweetest woman in the compact, but if any expect it to be me who inherited a Redrain temper, they’re sorely mistaken. She doesn’t need the protection of any man. Not by me, not by Leona, not even that bodyguard she’s hired.
Even if she can be mean sometimes, but she’s my sister, and I love her more than the world.
Written By Orazio
Feb. 28, 2017, 12:01 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
The leaden thunders crashed.
A worshipper raised his arm.
"Hearken! Hearken! The voice of the gods!"
"Not so," said a man.
"The voices of the gods whisper in the heart
So softly
That the soul pauses,
Making no noise,
And strives for these melodies,
Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
And all the being is still to hear."
Not my own work, alas, but found in a poet's white journal from three generations ago. One of my favorite poets, as it happens; his is the journal of a man who has struggled with faith, and with the Faith, and I honor those struggles whenever I re-read his work, even when it can be a touch too bitter for my taste. But then, the greatest struggles, the gravest contemplations, often ARE bitter, at least in part. Because they challenge us in a way that no honorable blade can ever reach. The trick is to respect the bitterness, but never give into it. It is the scar that reflects a hard battle, not the blow that cripples a limb past any Mercy's art.
Written By Merek
Feb. 27, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Written By Dafne
Feb. 27, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
He is not some name for people who barely knew him to invoke, to try to validate things he never would have.
Written By Merek
Feb. 27, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
Written By Merek
Feb. 27, 2017, 10:50 p.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Elrych
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 27, 2017, 10:46 p.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.