Feb. 19, 2017, 12:24 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
a gift delivered
cloth of silk lends gravitas
perhaps less than thrilled
Written By
Luca
Feb. 19, 2017, 12:23 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Another day, another hangover. You know it's fucking bad when _I_ recognize that I'm drinking too much. I need to find a way to heal before this despondency rots me away from the inside out and leads me to a messy end. I need a challenge. Maybe killing Brand will be enough, though I doubt it.
Feb. 19, 2017, 12:13 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
I was late to Dinner! With the Princess in our Chateau no less. I was still wearing my armors, running late as I was training some new recruits for the academy at Lyon's Redoubt. I didn't get to talk to them much. I don't think Eirlys' brother likes me. She came along, I was happy to see her. She stayed the night but the talk was worry some. I am not sure, given what both of us want, that we will be allowed to continue our relationship in an official capacity. THe good news is, My Leige and lovely mistresses of the Lyonesse have acomplished and gained permission for all they have worked so hard for. I must step up my game in order to match their ambition for the house in which I serve and hold so much to.
Feb. 19, 2017, 12:10 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
The Marquessa and Lady Anabelle are working tirelessly to gain favor amungst the higher class. We spoke to the Prince first who refered us to his sister and her... well Eirlys' brother. Cristoph the Duke of Laurent our Leige has differeing opinions on how we should strike the oncomming force. Princess Alis is expected for dinner. I wonder if Eirlys will be with them.
Feb. 19, 2017, 12:02 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Eirlys
The first person in Arx to come right up to me, coverd from head to toe in dough despite your station. I think I might have loved you even in that moment. We come from the same life, the same people. The Woodsmen of old. I hope with all my heart that we can make what we started work. If it does not, it will be a cloudy and dark day and my heart will break into a thousand little pieces and I'm not sure anything could put them back together.
Feb. 19, 2017, 12:02 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Abbas
Amongst many of the Thrax, the one I have spent the most time in arms with - against actual foes, is Abbas Thrax. Our ships have berthed in the same docks, and our decks shared the same blood.
A comrade, and that is not something that I have ever granted anyone lightly.
I am dismayed to hear of his loss in Nadia Nightgold. Whatever the world may have thought of the Duchess, if she was a boon to my Prince, then her passing will be regretted.
I write this, knowing that more sorrow will come - the past battle is merely the barest harbinger of what will come. All of us will face loss - a familiar fare for me, but something that will be a bitter awakening for many in Arx. I take no joy in this - for there is little joy to be had in the world that I can find. I instead pray that others might keep their happiness - a shred of hope.
I have found little need - or stomach, for it.
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:57 a.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Kima
I have been training with the Baroness Kima Saik.
Her skill is unmatched that I have seen - and I am learning than there is more finesse to be found than battering pirates and Shav'arvani around wheat.
Bruises carry the weight of wisdom.
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:09 a.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Zhayla
An energetic young woman with a good sense of humor. I had the luck to find her lost in the Archives, and again later at Festival hosted by the Deepwood House. She reflects well upon them I think, and her sword will no doubt be quite busy in the months to come. I look forward to future conversations with this one.
Feb. 19, 2017, 8:57 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
More support's welcome, though might be harder to convince more, given that the last batch ended up in fivefold more pieces than they'd started with.
Feb. 19, 2017, 8:18 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Joscelin
I really love this woman. Each time I think she's outdone herself with her work, she goes and creates something that's beyond amazing. I envy her talent a little bit, but Spirits is she wondrous. My birthday gift is truly beautiful, thank you!
Written By
Rowan
Feb. 19, 2017, 8:03 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Muiryn
More than the hunt, more than than the fight, more than giving our fallen to the roots, more than walking away from the old growth and not knowing if we'd ever see it standing the way we left it again... More than all the many challenges we've put behind us...How is it that simple words have been the hardest thing to overcome?
Feb. 19, 2017, 6:41 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Natalia
There's a pouch where I keep two rings. They have the same inscription. They represented happy memories. A time gone by.
In my wardrobe hangs dresses. Fine gifts. And yet my heart aches when I look at them.
I wish her the best. I hope she finds what she was looking for.
I wish I could share her triumphs and comfort her in her sorrows.
I miss the sister I had.
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:29 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Haati
**Penmanship is horrid. Barely legible, spelling awful.*
Haati Wavehowler owna of Wearh Arms and Armor
Be a guy iz be workings with. Down te the earth aye. Be havin tings in commens.
Recommends ta enayone I will.
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:11 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
I purchased a piano made by Sir Silas for Whisper House. I am very excited about that. I adore music and plan to play the piano all the time.
I have a harp too in rosewood with nightingales.
Maybe now is not the time to think of such things, but music helps to keep the darkness at bay.
So maybe it is the perfect time.
Thank you Sir Silas - your work is so wonderful.
Feb. 19, 2017, 5:08 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Up and down, up and down, up and down... such are my highs and lows of late. It seems nothing that is good doesn't come with something just as harsh to bring me low again, until I hover at the very depths of my soul.
But then? Then comes so much light and joy and happiness that I dare not even speak it aloud, lest it be taken from me. No.. this I will keep to myself and share with no other, save one. A secret, a gift, a treasure untold - eternity on the span of a fingertip.
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:59 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Rowan
A chance meeting in a forest glade, intelligent conversation, pleasant company. Though he scared me enough that I shall have a bruised backside for at least a week, I am happy to realize that my own internal beliefs of Prodigals and those outside of the Compact have been wrong. I don't know what I expected, to be honest, but he was a welcome breath of fresh air.
I can only hope he feels the same, but a man that looks like that will be prying women off with a spear for many years to come, and so many do not wish friendship with a Princess that has little to offer but dances in a sunlight forest.
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:53 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Rook
So many words could describe this delightful creature. Cultured, wise, handsome, gifted.. I have nothing but respect for him. 'No' does not seem to be a word in his vocabulary, and if it is? Why, he is so skilled with his silver tongue that you would never know otherwise.
We will be friends for a very long time, I imagine. Or at least I hope.
Feb. 19, 2017, 4:14 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Costas
His crew my be rowdy, and he might be uncommon as captains go, but Costas is a true, if crass and peculiar man. It was a privilege to sail with him and fight at his side.
Feb. 19, 2017, 3:51 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
Nothing happened today. Nothing at all. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Feb. 19, 2017, 3:48 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)
It was good to feel the salt spray again, the roll of Her waves under my feet. I flew on the waves briefly and it was filled with glory. For all that we learned, and all that we accomplished, we all made it home.
Our Lady, Star of the Sea, Azure Mother, Pearl of Grace,
Protect your sons and daughters who travel on the waters,
Protect your sons and daughters who travel ahead of the winds.