Written By Eirlys
Jan. 22, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Written By Joslyn
Jan. 22, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
I was raised alongside Juliet and Calista both as a young girl. We shared a home, even. Even if I was sequestered off to the servant quarters for much of it. Calista and I became best friends as children. We became inseparable after a time, and so it was only natural that I would be hired on to act as her handmaiden. I began those duties rather young, but I never thought of it as work. I was just helping my friend pick out clothes and applying makeup, which is what I would probably have been doing otherwise. It was great, and I got to work with my best friend, doing what I'd been doing since I was little. It wasn't really work at all.
About a year ago, Calista left for Arx on some business. Since the trip was supposed to be short, it was suggested that I remain behind and keep working with my weapons trainer, so I agreed, expecting her to arrive home after just a few months. Those months passed, and I grew anxious. Juliet soon followed, and at that moment I had nobody back home to keep me company. Sure there were the people I knew, and I had some company, but there was an awful apprehension waiting for my two favorite people to come back into my life. It was lonely, and after a while, even my training began to just feel empty and hollow.
Eventually, I got the letter requesting that I come join them in Arx. That the circumstances of their visit had changed and that they would be permanently remaining in Arx. I didn't even have to think about it, I knew that I had to be with the closest sister I'd ever known, and I packed my bags to make the trip. It was a long journey, but I eventually made it.
Upon my arrival... everything is so different up here. The weather is strange, and the air even tastes different. Modesty is far more commonplace here than I'm used to, and it's made me worry about presenting the right side of things... but my worries all seemed to be rather insignificant. I've been trying to catch up as much as I can while also getting to know the movers and shakers in Arx.
Calista has changed considerably in the time we've been apart, but not so much that we didn't instantly reconnect as I knew we would. The weight of so much lies on her that, she can't help but be affected. Juliet is the same as she ever was, and as it is, we too reconnected quickly, catching up and making up for lost time all in the space of an evening.
I find it curious that this is far more brief than I had really intended, but I guess that's all there really is to say about the last year. It was unbearable to be separated from the most important people in my life. Now that I'm here in Arx, I feel like I'm home for the first time in a long time.
Written By Cicero
Jan. 22, 2017, 11:57 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Leaves take color, nights a chill
Ugh. All the layers.
Written By Lailah
Jan. 22, 2017, 10:08 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Iona
Written By Bethany
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:59 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
It is important to say what hope is not: it is not the belief that everything was, is or will be fine. The evidence is all around us - suffering and pending destruction. The hope I am interested in is founded in the premises that we don’t know what will happen and that in the spaciousness of uncertainty is room to act. Thinking critically without hope might be considered cynicism; hope without such thought is naivety -
( Pardon, scholars, I omitted the next part. I started to describe the nature, limits, and the study of hope before comparing and contrasting it against theological values. Too dry, too lengthy. )
We are able to overcome hardship with hope. Hope provides us the with faith, with courage, with motivation and the strength to take action against misery and despair caused by misfortune.
it is not wishful thinking, nor does it magically set all to rights. It's an emotion, a mindset.
We hope on, and we hope ever.
Written By Sigurd
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Normally, I am a man who, while appreciating the fact such organizations must exist in our form of governing, really regard them with a bit of a roll of my eyes. After all, almost all of them are simply made-up things designed to keep idle nobles busy and feeling important about themselves. But this seems different. This seems...Important.
I was not only treated to a new Bevy of information (thank you, Prince Tristram, for organizing this so well), but I was also able to discuss and influence, in depth, strategies and innovation and practical theory about our ongoing efforts against the Bringers, and our other enemies. I feel very good about this at present. Calypso seems to have a good, decisive head on her shoulders, and the others, while diverse, all have the same aim and goal: the destruction of our enemies, and developing the means to do so.
This is a good start. Now to ensure it is a good finish.
Written By Cassius
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
All the while, the Knights march on. The open show of support has not only been critical to our task but quite heartening.
And, as ever, I feel the blessings of the Gods. They are among us, they are here for us, they will not abandon us, despite our unworthiness. We are not alone.
Lord Cassius Nightgold, KoS
(A note to the scholars: in a short while all my journals will be signed Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS.)
Written By Leola
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:55 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
- Brier is now a solid shot with her hooves. She can kick a tin plate out of the air and leave it dented. Quite the blow! I might have a smith make her some better horseshoes soon.
- I trained Ariel further for Lady Calypso. She comes along well.
- I assisted his lordshop Inigo with his new hawk. The same breed as my darling Aletta, which bodes well. He seems intelligent enough, quick to take direction and advice, and the hawk is quite skilled as well. I dare say the two will be working in concert soon.
It was with a heavy heart I sent the beautiful cloak Sir Silas Mercier sent me, via Lady Juliet Fidante, to the whispers organising the business in the Lower Boroughs. I have a responsibility, now, to act in a way fitting, and that means giving the very best of what I have.
Written By Dominique
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Written By Leola
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:38 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Lady Niamh thanked me for my work with her so far and asked me to step into the role. I assume she's either an inflated sense of my worth or wishes to court the good graces of the Church. Either way, I'm thankful, and I intend to do all I can to ensure I am worthy of the position.
Between this, and my work with the Lodge finding a place to be, I'm quite busy of late!
Written By Abbas
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
It reminds me of a poem I once read. Or perhaps a woman reminds me thus. I'm unsure.
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,
your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,
and the power of your white tongue,
that shatters and overthrows columns,
breaking them down to your proper purity.
Not the final breaker, heavy with brine,
that thunders onshore, and creates
the silence of sand, that encircles the world,
but the inner spaces of force,
the naked power of the waters,
the immoveable solitude, brimming with lives.
It is Time perhaps, or the vessel filled
with all motion, pure Oneness,
that death cannot touch, the visceral green
of consuming totality.
Only a salt kiss remains of the drowned arm,
that lifts a spray: a humid scent,
of the damp flower, is left,
from the bodies of men. Your energies
form, in a trickle that is not spent,
form, in retreat into silence.
The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.
Your whole force heads for its origin.
The husks that your load threshes,
are only the crushed, plundered, deliveries,
that your act of abundance expelled,
all those that take life from your branches.
Your form extends beyond breakers,
vibrant, and rhythmic, like the chest, cloaking
a single being, and its breathings,
that lift into the content of light,
plains raised above waves,
forming the naked surface of earth.
You fill your true self with your substance.
You overflow curve with silence.
The vessel trembles with your salt and sweetness,
the universal cavern of waters,
and nothing is lost from you, as it is
from the desolate crater, or the bay of a hill,
those empty heights, signs, scars,
guarding the wounded air.
Your petals throbbing against the Earth,
trembling your submarine harvests,
your menace thickening the smooth swell,
with pulsations and swarming of schools,
and only the thread of the net raises
the dead lightning of fish-scale,
one wounded millimetre, in the space
of your crystal completeness.
(Pablo Neruda: The Wide Ocean)
Written By Cicero
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:05 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
The North now represented
The dream near realized
Written By Cicero
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:02 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Extinguished before the flame
The coals still smolder
Written By Leta
Jan. 22, 2017, 9:02 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
And sometimes I can tell all these regents and councils and ministers and all sort of highborn sorts are about to step in a bog. And since we're all tied together because of Limerance and Gild and all, if they go down then a bunch of us go down with them.
But I can't say I envy them. Maybe some Lycene princeling that ain't got a worry in the world but which silk to wear, him I'll envy, but I reckon I'm happier with a single pair of gloves than he is with a full wardrobe. Silk's like water to a fish for him, I wager.
I've my own worries. I care about mine, and sometimes I get to care about other folk. And maybe I'm tangled up in all this, and I'd rather not be, and maybe I ought to be doing something about that, but I won't. And gods forgive me, but if they wanted me to bear the burden they had better stick a silver spoon up my ass, if you pardon me, when I was born, and I don't remember one.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 22, 2017, 7:26 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
The Lament does not have much to offer, but it does have me.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 22, 2017, 7:22 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
My uncles, my aunts, my cousins...
But hers are dead, too.
We have lost the same thing.
Written By Julea
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:26 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
I still have one method of escape, one person that does help me forget. I hope to see them again soon.
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:22 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Iona
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:19 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
Written By Reese
Jan. 22, 2017, 6:15 a.m.(9/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
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