Written By Magden
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:49 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
I was very specific:
"If any of you have anything I haven't seen before, I'll cut it off."
I've seen penises before.
Rest easy.
"If any of you have anything I haven't seen before, I'll cut it off."
I've seen penises before.
Rest easy.
Written By Magden
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:47 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
The more reasons a man has for not doing the right thing, the more it pricks their conscience.
Examine your conscience.
Examine your conscience.
Written By Hana
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:46 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
The guildmaster seems to think I should find a patron. With everything that's happening lately, and the cost of making alaricite weapons, I'm starting to think that maybe she's right.
The guildmaster also said I should talk to Prince Donrai Thrax about it, because he liked my grandmother Myrinda and has money enough to fund work on alaricite weapons. I'm less certain about that. Thraxes are... well, they have a /reputation/, right? (But maybe it's not deserved? I mean, I guess grandmother trusted them...)
I have to think about this...
The guildmaster also said I should talk to Prince Donrai Thrax about it, because he liked my grandmother Myrinda and has money enough to fund work on alaricite weapons. I'm less certain about that. Thraxes are... well, they have a /reputation/, right? (But maybe it's not deserved? I mean, I guess grandmother trusted them...)
I have to think about this...
Written By Theodoric
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:37 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Livye
The Two-Headed Asp is a favorite haunt of Theodoric, and it wasn't at all difficult for a relationship between Theodoric and Livye to strike up especially when he would bring more and more Ulbran hoodlums into the inn. During one particularly lively disagreement, Theodoric was impressed by Livye's ability to turn a bad situation into something good and after some talks Theodoric brought Livye in the family. The two have grown older since those youthful days, but Theodoric relies on Livye to handle and fix matters that need a sharp eye and a sharper mind; it'd be exceedingly rare that Theodoric wouldn't immediately back whatever is on Livye's mind and she's one of the few folks who can speak her mind openly to the crime lord without fear of a violent response.
Written By Anze
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:25 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
Southerner.
Spent twenty seven years using it as a slur. Its hard to change, but there seems plenty reason to.
Spent twenty seven years using it as a slur. Its hard to change, but there seems plenty reason to.
Written By Niamh
Jan. 21, 2017, 12:37 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
In the Oathlands we have a phrase. Pray for a Dragon. It means that when times are tough, when the injustices of the world are more than you can stand, when you need a hero to come champion your cause, you pray for a Dragon. A Dragon in the white and blue battle robes of a sworn Knight of Valardin. Someone of dedicated to honor, chivalry, and defending the weak.
As a Greenmarcher we did not use this phrase. For so long we had been apart from the Compact, at odds with House Valardin. Praying for a Dragon would just be asking for a fight. When we knelt again before the Throne of the West, though, I was enamored of these gallant men and women who so steadfastly put themselves on the line for others. I joined them. I performed errantry with them. I wanted to be the best Sword, the best Knight I could be.
When I came to Arx the first time I did not follow the advise I was given. I did not stay to the prettier parts of the grand city. I saw the squallor and desperation that some of them struggle through. And worse I saw the indifference that some of my peers had to this. I made friends in the Lower Boroughs. I returned their frequently, for there was something about the people there that reminded me of home. Perhaps it was the lack of pretense.
It was because of this relationship that I came to know the tale of Drialla. She was the daughter of a fisherman, betrothed to a merchant of far better means than her own family. She was pretty. Smart. It was said to be a love that could not be better. This turned out to be a lie. Her betrothed was merely toying with her, using her. She was sport to the man born of merchant princes. When her honor was despoiled I thought to myself what a great time to pray for a Dragon.
Arx is not the Oathlands.
Drialla hired a Champion. It was the first I had heard of the Guild of Champions. I watched nearly breathless when the Champion she hired fought the foolish merchant who thought he could fight on his own. The Champion wasn't just fighting for Drialla though. He fought for Honor itself. By taking her cause, he pledged himself to her side and made the statement that he believed in her. Whether he won or not, Drialla at least knew someone believed in her.
The Champion won and justice prevailed. It was this that lead me to realize that not all Dragons have to have white and blue surcoats.
I joined the Guild the next day.
As a Greenmarcher we did not use this phrase. For so long we had been apart from the Compact, at odds with House Valardin. Praying for a Dragon would just be asking for a fight. When we knelt again before the Throne of the West, though, I was enamored of these gallant men and women who so steadfastly put themselves on the line for others. I joined them. I performed errantry with them. I wanted to be the best Sword, the best Knight I could be.
When I came to Arx the first time I did not follow the advise I was given. I did not stay to the prettier parts of the grand city. I saw the squallor and desperation that some of them struggle through. And worse I saw the indifference that some of my peers had to this. I made friends in the Lower Boroughs. I returned their frequently, for there was something about the people there that reminded me of home. Perhaps it was the lack of pretense.
It was because of this relationship that I came to know the tale of Drialla. She was the daughter of a fisherman, betrothed to a merchant of far better means than her own family. She was pretty. Smart. It was said to be a love that could not be better. This turned out to be a lie. Her betrothed was merely toying with her, using her. She was sport to the man born of merchant princes. When her honor was despoiled I thought to myself what a great time to pray for a Dragon.
Arx is not the Oathlands.
Drialla hired a Champion. It was the first I had heard of the Guild of Champions. I watched nearly breathless when the Champion she hired fought the foolish merchant who thought he could fight on his own. The Champion wasn't just fighting for Drialla though. He fought for Honor itself. By taking her cause, he pledged himself to her side and made the statement that he believed in her. Whether he won or not, Drialla at least knew someone believed in her.
The Champion won and justice prevailed. It was this that lead me to realize that not all Dragons have to have white and blue surcoats.
I joined the Guild the next day.
Written By Eleyna
Jan. 21, 2017, 12:23 p.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
In the end, we all have to pay for the things we have done. One way or another, there is always a price.
It's just that some prices are easier to pay than others.
I will never forgive you if you try to pay for mine. I said that. I meant that.
I am so sorry.
It's just that some prices are easier to pay than others.
I will never forgive you if you try to pay for mine. I said that. I meant that.
I am so sorry.
Written By Agnarr
Jan. 21, 2017, 11:37 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
A complete breakfast, I reckon.
Written By Garza
Jan. 21, 2017, 11:04 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
She f'ing hurts.
Ouch.
Ouch.
Written By Julea
Jan. 21, 2017, 8:16 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
I think I probably get more than most what it's like to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, to the wrong people; I tend to do it a lot. But I'll admit, I've never quite achieved this kind of catastrophic fuck up. I am equal parts awed and dismayed. It's a long road you face now, but you don't face it alone. Offer still stands.
Written By Julea
Jan. 21, 2017, 8:09 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
I know it took me a while, and the reasons why I left might not make sense, but I am glad to be back. In truth I do not really think I ever left. Thank you, for your patience and your support, know that it is appreciated, much more than you probably realise.
Written By Natalia
Jan. 21, 2017, 5:56 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
I have decided to invest in a great deal of plaster. Some things are just worth the time to repair, instead of throwing out the old just to buy new.
A great deal of plaster. And honey.
A great deal of plaster. And honey.
Written By Julea
Jan. 21, 2017, 5:29 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aldwin
Of all the people that I have worked with in Arx so far, I think I have enjoyed the Archscholar the most. Especially the exchange of messages in the early morning, and that he rarely berates me even when I say things I should not. And how he seems to get my sometimes inane sense of humour and takes my jokes as they are meant, in jest. And how no matter how silly my questions and how crazy my theories are, he never laughs or makes fun of me, and instead guides and teaches.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 21, 2017, 5:23 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)
Such a busy and strange week.
I have experienced great sorrow and loss, unrepentant and playful joy, frustration, worry and fear, deepening friendships, new and beautiful faces that I wish to see more of, terrible trouble, heartache, feelings I did not know I had, lost things found, old things renewed, questions, so many questions, and some temptations that are just far too go to ignore. Bitter sweet, but always beautiful. I wonder what this week will bring.
~~~~~<~<@
I have experienced great sorrow and loss, unrepentant and playful joy, frustration, worry and fear, deepening friendships, new and beautiful faces that I wish to see more of, terrible trouble, heartache, feelings I did not know I had, lost things found, old things renewed, questions, so many questions, and some temptations that are just far too go to ignore. Bitter sweet, but always beautiful. I wonder what this week will bring.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Audric
Jan. 21, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)
You know, it is bizarre how many people keep asking me what it is that I believe in. Why I'm willing to throw myself into dangerous situations, or why I like fighting so very much. And here's the trick: I believe in money. That's it. I like having a lot of it, I like the feel of it through my fingers. It's all that matters, in the end..
Written By Rymarr
Jan. 21, 2017, 2:56 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)
It is rare for me to consider it.
I need a drink.
I need a drink.
Written By Niccolo
Jan. 21, 2017, 2:08 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)
I was younger then. I often wish to be taken back to when I found my heart.
For I broke it, they day you were ripped from this life, and it's now left shattered in pieces. Pieces I can't put together no matter how much I try.
I was younger then.
I wish to be taken to where I can find my heart.
For I broke it, they day you were ripped from this life, and it's now left shattered in pieces. Pieces I can't put together no matter how much I try.
I was younger then.
I wish to be taken to where I can find my heart.
Written By Jeremiah
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:03 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)
[This letter is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand.]
Hangovers--the sign that I have lost a battle with alcohol. I know my limits--normally. But some days you drink knowing you will regret it later.
I barely regret it later. It was the sole hangover in all my history I can ever recall finding worth it. I hated that morning light--it should never have come. But it did--I despised it. It hurt. But I loved it--a new day. A hopeful day.
I do not often put so much...fluff. Into anything I write. Consider it a measure of my pleasure in the new day that I have. I am ready to face all the tomorrows, good and bad.
Hangovers--the sign that I have lost a battle with alcohol. I know my limits--normally. But some days you drink knowing you will regret it later.
I barely regret it later. It was the sole hangover in all my history I can ever recall finding worth it. I hated that morning light--it should never have come. But it did--I despised it. It hurt. But I loved it--a new day. A hopeful day.
I do not often put so much...fluff. Into anything I write. Consider it a measure of my pleasure in the new day that I have. I am ready to face all the tomorrows, good and bad.
Written By Alis
Jan. 21, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)
Note to self: Mead is delicious. Especially the blend with nutmeg and clove. It also gets you drunk very quickly. Much more quickly then say wine, or even whiskey. I'm almost certain a full bottle of mead could last me months.
My alcohol tolerance is a sad, sad thing. I'm going to blame it on the unfortunate combination of being short and the lack of alcoholic beverages except sacramental wine growing up. If you want to know how to steer your children away from alcohol, make them drink sacramental wine. It works.
My alcohol tolerance is a sad, sad thing. I'm going to blame it on the unfortunate combination of being short and the lack of alcoholic beverages except sacramental wine growing up. If you want to know how to steer your children away from alcohol, make them drink sacramental wine. It works.
Written By Victus
Jan. 20, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(9/19/1005 AR)
There is only one High Lord of the Isles. There are no Princes or Princesses except those who bear the name Thrax.
Shit, not even all of us who do get to be so fucking lucky, eh? Heh.
In the Compact there is no House Marin. If there was, it would be a vassal of Thrax, knee bent in our service. As we oh so dutifully serve the fucking Crown in turn.
In the past there have been times of confusion as to this order of things. It didn't lead anywhere good for the vast majority of people involved.
Except for me, of course. I did alright. Got a name, got an axe, got a decent amount of loot. No disaster so disastrous there's not somebody making a profit out of it, eh?
But between you and me, I don't need another name and I don't need another axe. And while nobody is ever too rich, I think I'd rather not go through it again.
Shit, not even all of us who do get to be so fucking lucky, eh? Heh.
In the Compact there is no House Marin. If there was, it would be a vassal of Thrax, knee bent in our service. As we oh so dutifully serve the fucking Crown in turn.
In the past there have been times of confusion as to this order of things. It didn't lead anywhere good for the vast majority of people involved.
Except for me, of course. I did alright. Got a name, got an axe, got a decent amount of loot. No disaster so disastrous there's not somebody making a profit out of it, eh?
But between you and me, I don't need another name and I don't need another axe. And while nobody is ever too rich, I think I'd rather not go through it again.
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