Written By Merek
Feb. 20, 2017, 4:36 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Mailys
I met this curious Whisper a few times. She is quite nice, and well refined, although different than most from the House. I'm hopeful that we can become friends.
Written By Leola
Feb. 20, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
The Lady Arcelia has arrived in Arx.
She seems to enjoy the gardens of Saik Tower, as each time I've noted her, she has been there. We've talked, a few times in the past week, and she consistently takes care to listen to me, to respond and to seek guidance. I suggested, should she seek a further involvement in the social scene of Arx, that she speak to Lady Juliet Fidante. I've even offered, should she be serious, to assist her in training with the bow or blade.
... I can barely use either. I'm certainly not skilled enough to class myself as a tutor in them. I watch those in the training centre move with skill, power and purpose, and I certainly could not raise a candle to any of them. So why? Perhaps, I think, that I do hope to allow her to feel more included among the nobles of Malvici and Saik. We are the more martial side of Velenosa, after all, and each and every one of my lords and ladies seems more than skilled in war's arts.
She seems to enjoy the gardens of Saik Tower, as each time I've noted her, she has been there. We've talked, a few times in the past week, and she consistently takes care to listen to me, to respond and to seek guidance. I suggested, should she seek a further involvement in the social scene of Arx, that she speak to Lady Juliet Fidante. I've even offered, should she be serious, to assist her in training with the bow or blade.
... I can barely use either. I'm certainly not skilled enough to class myself as a tutor in them. I watch those in the training centre move with skill, power and purpose, and I certainly could not raise a candle to any of them. So why? Perhaps, I think, that I do hope to allow her to feel more included among the nobles of Malvici and Saik. We are the more martial side of Velenosa, after all, and each and every one of my lords and ladies seems more than skilled in war's arts.
Written By Leta
Feb. 20, 2017, 12:02 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
(Today's handwriting is particularly poor. There are wine-colored stains.)
I've decided I'm to be a warrior bard, such as in the stories with the elves and dragons and such things.
But I only know the one song about the knight and the shepherdess, what with the stick and the sheep, and I don't think that's proper knightly of me, if I'm to try to be a knight. Not that I am. But if I was. There's the one I heard with the cabin boy and that's a good one, but I don't know all the words to that one. I know some wooing songs and that's knightly enough I think. I don't think I'm allowed to practice them on other women, though, just the one. But folk like to hear songs of love even when you're not wooing them, I think.
I'll write my own songs but I'm not much for writing or for thinking of good words when I need them. I'll try.
(Crossed out:
I wish 'twas not my weapons
That my hand was laid upon
And if I had you in our bed
I'd not go out till dawn
Not even if them Bringers
Hammer down the wall right through
Cause if I'm going to be dead
I might as well go down
The crossed out poem mercifully ends in a fat ink blot.)
Written By Donella
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Today, I find that people are giving me the eye. A lot of raised eyebrows, in fact. I wondered for a short while if it is the pair of leather riding trousers I commissioned from Seaward Exports. But I am not the only Thrax woman that wears such things, and no one was staring at my ass. At least I don't think so. I recognize the smell of scandal, though. It is alluring, like a perfume on the skin for a people who are desperate to think about anything at all but 160,000 marching feet, closing the distance to Arx daily.
For those bored enough to read my scribblings, I went riding in good company. I ate a meal in the grass, and for an afternoon I did not talk about the darkness that is my preoccupation every waking hour, these days. That is enough of a sin, I suppose. But Mangata stroked my hair as I rode in the field, and it felt like a blessing to do as some have lately told me; to learn to live, while I still have life in my veins. The desire to have some corner of my life not be tainted by fear or shame is like a strong tide pulling with the moon.
For those bored enough to read my scribblings, I went riding in good company. I ate a meal in the grass, and for an afternoon I did not talk about the darkness that is my preoccupation every waking hour, these days. That is enough of a sin, I suppose. But Mangata stroked my hair as I rode in the field, and it felt like a blessing to do as some have lately told me; to learn to live, while I still have life in my veins. The desire to have some corner of my life not be tainted by fear or shame is like a strong tide pulling with the moon.
Written By Signe
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Perhaps all I need is a new hobby to keep my mind off things. There is so much that weighs me down and the heart of the forest is a place I am forbidden to go around these parts. The outskirts aren't as exciting.
Maybe I will collect wooden animal figurines. Once I've had all the animals of the world, I'll move on to human figurines and make sure Gurdy's is one with the most awkward of poses. Mydas can have a cape or something.
Maybe I can have one made of Nadia right now before anyone forgets how she looks like. Now, if only Gavin hadn't left...
Maybe I will collect wooden animal figurines. Once I've had all the animals of the world, I'll move on to human figurines and make sure Gurdy's is one with the most awkward of poses. Mydas can have a cape or something.
Maybe I can have one made of Nadia right now before anyone forgets how she looks like. Now, if only Gavin hadn't left...
Written By Inigo
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
I can think of nothing more perfect than a rose...
Written By Khanne
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Wealth.
It comes in many forms;golds, jewels, commodities, silvers in the bank, luxuries in the armoire, diamondplate, exotic leathers, etcetera...
But there are less tangible things one can feel a sense of wealth in as well. Things such as family, friends, and those so fortunate, loves.
Since arriving in Arx, where I have been thrust into a highly populated world, so different from my solitude in the mountains, I have come to realize that the most prized thing any of us can possess....
...is time.
There never seems enough of it to tackle all the duties one might wish to complete in a day. There is never enough time to talk with all the people one might wish to talk to. There is never enough time to stop and simply be, all on your own. There is never enough time to embrace that which you most wish to embrace.
And all too often.... there is never enough time to see all your dreams turn to reality. Never enough time to inspire as many smiles as you hope to inspire. Never enough time to cause another's heart to pound in passion for you as often as you like.
And sadly, people are sometimes ripped from the fabric of our tapestries far too soon.... and we find there wasn't enough time spent with them before they were gone.
Do not save your time. Use it, all of it, wisely.
It comes in many forms;golds, jewels, commodities, silvers in the bank, luxuries in the armoire, diamondplate, exotic leathers, etcetera...
But there are less tangible things one can feel a sense of wealth in as well. Things such as family, friends, and those so fortunate, loves.
Since arriving in Arx, where I have been thrust into a highly populated world, so different from my solitude in the mountains, I have come to realize that the most prized thing any of us can possess....
...is time.
There never seems enough of it to tackle all the duties one might wish to complete in a day. There is never enough time to talk with all the people one might wish to talk to. There is never enough time to stop and simply be, all on your own. There is never enough time to embrace that which you most wish to embrace.
And all too often.... there is never enough time to see all your dreams turn to reality. Never enough time to inspire as many smiles as you hope to inspire. Never enough time to cause another's heart to pound in passion for you as often as you like.
And sadly, people are sometimes ripped from the fabric of our tapestries far too soon.... and we find there wasn't enough time spent with them before they were gone.
Do not save your time. Use it, all of it, wisely.
Written By Khanne
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:45 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
I am fairly certain the Highlord is allergic to me. Where is an apothecary when you need one?
Written By Eleyna
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:42 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Men are such babies. That sauce wasn't even that hot. You'd think they had been traumatized or something.
Also, Luca -ruined- that house plant.
Also, Luca -ruined- that house plant.
Written By Ansel
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:22 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Arn
No matter what it is, it's never good enough. Never has been. Doubt it ever will be.
But I know I've done well by him this time. He may not be proud of me, but he ought to be proud of the family name, and what it means.
Not like I faced the Bringer for -him-, anyway...
But I know I've done well by him this time. He may not be proud of me, but he ought to be proud of the family name, and what it means.
Not like I faced the Bringer for -him-, anyway...
Written By Jeremiah
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:20 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
[Written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand.]
Things I should see done(if you read this, ask me and chide me):
Purchase a dog.
Purchase a cat.
Purchase some leather armor.
Meet with Valery.
Attempt to contact the High Council once more about the Common Council.
Schedule a new Commoners' Court Assembly with Julea soon.
Attempt to meet with the new Regent.
Things I should see done(if you read this, ask me and chide me):
Purchase a dog.
Purchase a cat.
Purchase some leather armor.
Meet with Valery.
Attempt to contact the High Council once more about the Common Council.
Schedule a new Commoners' Court Assembly with Julea soon.
Attempt to meet with the new Regent.
Written By Niccolo
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
I made a discovery today.
Some southern pepper sauces can separate the men, from the other men with a little less tolerance for them. I don't think my throat will ever be the same, after drinking that sauce straight as I did.
Luca, I'm truly sorry about this. However, you did the Champions proud.
Some southern pepper sauces can separate the men, from the other men with a little less tolerance for them. I don't think my throat will ever be the same, after drinking that sauce straight as I did.
Luca, I'm truly sorry about this. However, you did the Champions proud.
Written By Khloe
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
I could benefit from a patron, it seems. But who would patron me, and what sort of marketable service would I provide?
Written By Jeremiah
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:15 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
We grieve for the dead, and when we do, our grief takes three forms. First, we publicly grieve--we grieve for the woman as she was, visible to all. We grieve for the man that walked the streets, the things he said and did in full view of all--we do this together. This is the most obvious way we grieve--it is the only form of grief that is not lonely.
The rest are worse--but truer.
We grieve for the one we lost, the one none other knew--we grieve for the private jokes that none else can remember but us. We grieve a selfish grief--we grieve the loss of nights and memories. But in this at least we can speak--we can tell these tells, share them, hold them, write them down--remember.
The last grief is the worst--it is the grief of the death of how the lost viewed us. The grief of who we were to them--a piece of us dies with them, unable to reclaimed this side of death. We grieve for ourselves, and for what we one day will be. It is something that must be done alone, unshared. I wish it were not so.
The rest are worse--but truer.
We grieve for the one we lost, the one none other knew--we grieve for the private jokes that none else can remember but us. We grieve a selfish grief--we grieve the loss of nights and memories. But in this at least we can speak--we can tell these tells, share them, hold them, write them down--remember.
The last grief is the worst--it is the grief of the death of how the lost viewed us. The grief of who we were to them--a piece of us dies with them, unable to reclaimed this side of death. We grieve for ourselves, and for what we one day will be. It is something that must be done alone, unshared. I wish it were not so.
Written By Niccolo
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
I've sat here trying to figure what to write down. Not because Nadia didn't mean anything to me. Not because I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm quite aware of what I am feeling. But, I'm not as sure of how I put this into words? Or how I keep writing about these things.
I've lost much since all this started. My wife, one of my daughters and now, a friend. Nadia called me her friend and to be honest, I wasn't always the best of friends. I wasn't always available to speak to her when she wanted, or see her when she asked. I was busy, the world seemed to be ending and time felt so very short.
Time is, so very short.
I am sorry, my friend that I wasn't a better friend to you. I'm sorry that I didn't, see you more often, that time would keep working against us. I will always be grateful of the moments we did share, the times we listened to each other and I will forever miss you. And when I finally get a chance to visit the mountains of Stonedeep, I will sing a song for you.
I've lost much since all this started. My wife, one of my daughters and now, a friend. Nadia called me her friend and to be honest, I wasn't always the best of friends. I wasn't always available to speak to her when she wanted, or see her when she asked. I was busy, the world seemed to be ending and time felt so very short.
Time is, so very short.
I am sorry, my friend that I wasn't a better friend to you. I'm sorry that I didn't, see you more often, that time would keep working against us. I will always be grateful of the moments we did share, the times we listened to each other and I will forever miss you. And when I finally get a chance to visit the mountains of Stonedeep, I will sing a song for you.
Written By Signe
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
The Marquis Cirroch Sanna seems like an amicable fellow. I kind of regret not having met the man back in the North, but he was probably busy back then attending to... Marquisineseial duties. I, on the other hand, was sneaking off into the woods, stalking Mydas and Gurdy whenever they had archery lessons. There's a time and place for everything so I guess the universe just decided that present day Arx would be the best time for us to finally meet. I wonder if my brothers knew him before though. More importantly, does he have pets of his own?
Written By Tristan
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
Although, in the past, I used to catalogue her as another spoilt princess, of late she and I have come to an understanding.
Also, this is very important.
She is no longer a princess. She is now a High Lord.
Makes all the difference.
Also, this is very important.
She is no longer a princess. She is now a High Lord.
Makes all the difference.
Written By Tristan
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:02 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
There are days when I want to go live in the woods, a million miles from anyone, with some horses, dogs, and cats, safely away from all manner of human idiocy.
That said, some bizarre quirk of my character keeps me here, being responsible and doing what I can to serve while Alaric sleeps.
Besides, it's a very bad time for living in the woods. There be Bringers.
That said, some bizarre quirk of my character keeps me here, being responsible and doing what I can to serve while Alaric sleeps.
Besides, it's a very bad time for living in the woods. There be Bringers.
Written By Signe
Feb. 19, 2017, 11 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Once again, I find solace between the trees and moonlight. Nadia shall never be forgotten. I swear it.
I also hope that nothing comes out of the forest to drag me into the abyss. If Freja would come here to sing for me, that would be very much appreciated, but I don't think anyone else leaves the city after dark. At least, no one enters the forest. They mostly go to the beaches.
After all this, I blame Freja for having a heavenly voice and dedicating her song to my beloved cousin. Otherwise, I'd probably have stayed longer to watch the folks wrestle themselves into the mud. Either that, or I'd have had more whiskey.
I should have stolen a bottle of whiskey away. Could use one right now.
I also hope that nothing comes out of the forest to drag me into the abyss. If Freja would come here to sing for me, that would be very much appreciated, but I don't think anyone else leaves the city after dark. At least, no one enters the forest. They mostly go to the beaches.
After all this, I blame Freja for having a heavenly voice and dedicating her song to my beloved cousin. Otherwise, I'd probably have stayed longer to watch the folks wrestle themselves into the mud. Either that, or I'd have had more whiskey.
I should have stolen a bottle of whiskey away. Could use one right now.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
I miss Felix.
I miss Ianthe. I miss Myrinda.
Sometimes I even miss Keno.
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
I miss Felix.
I miss Ianthe. I miss Myrinda.
Sometimes I even miss Keno.
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