Written By Dafne
Jan. 1, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
I have never been afraid of what lurks in the dark. I have always thrilled to it. Whatever goes bump in the night.
And now I am afraid of it. What lurks outside this city, in the darkness of the forests.
I have learnt too recently just how defenseless I am.
And now I am afraid of it. What lurks outside this city, in the darkness of the forests.
I have learnt too recently just how defenseless I am.
Written By Khanne
Jan. 1, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
It has been quite a week.
A week of one story after another.
A week of surprises, pleasant and not.
A week that has found a million questions raised....
A week with nowhere near enough answers found.
I am finally finding myself involved. it is daunting, but, I feel this is why I am here.
A week of one story after another.
A week of surprises, pleasant and not.
A week that has found a million questions raised....
A week with nowhere near enough answers found.
I am finally finding myself involved. it is daunting, but, I feel this is why I am here.
Written By Sigurd
Jan. 1, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
It has been several months since I arrived in Arx now, and I can honestly say this city is not what I expected. It is far more, and far less, than what I was led to believe.
It is more, in the respect that I have learned more about the other Houses, and other ways of life, than I have ever thought possible. The ideals and passions fought for have a depth and nobility about them. Yes, even occasionally Thrax, for all their...Issues, a couple of them have a bit of nobleness and honor about them. A couple, mind. Even the Valardin? Some are not as straight-backed as I have been led to believe.
It is less in that there is still all the old problems that you have whenever you try to get more than three or four nobles in a room. So much deceit, backstabbing, doubletalk, and soft fancy talk. Okay...Okay, maybe I have been guilty of some of that myself. One does what one must to survive here. But I can only hope that when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial wall, we can figure out how to work together to take care of it, or there will be a hell of a mess.
It is more, in the respect that I have learned more about the other Houses, and other ways of life, than I have ever thought possible. The ideals and passions fought for have a depth and nobility about them. Yes, even occasionally Thrax, for all their...Issues, a couple of them have a bit of nobleness and honor about them. A couple, mind. Even the Valardin? Some are not as straight-backed as I have been led to believe.
It is less in that there is still all the old problems that you have whenever you try to get more than three or four nobles in a room. So much deceit, backstabbing, doubletalk, and soft fancy talk. Okay...Okay, maybe I have been guilty of some of that myself. One does what one must to survive here. But I can only hope that when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial wall, we can figure out how to work together to take care of it, or there will be a hell of a mess.
Written By Costas
Jan. 1, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cai
I knew instantly, on meeting this grizzled ranger, that we would become fast friends. We are both men who have lived most of their adult lives outside the lands of the Compact, and though those lands could not have been more far removed from one another, we have staggeringly similar perspectives about our new homes. If completely different ways of approaching the problem. He can also drink, which is critical for developing fraternity. I would be glad to have him with me on any trek, especially if I expected trouble.
Written By Cai
Jan. 1, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
07/18/1005
When I lived with the tribes or visited them during my time in the woods, I found a distinct lack, a pride in not having to know other people's business. I came and went as I pleased, trading and offering news of other tribes. This was good work, I enjoyed it. It was fulfilling.
But if I read one more damn journal about how someone is absolutely gushing over someone else, I may vomit. Or how about this person was horrible or another was a saint. I don't really understand it. I'd never want people to know what I really thought. Maybe there's something to that whole black journal thing. Maybe.
I bitch, and yet hear I sit, writing out of some blasted desire to do so because it's apparently something that Arvani do. The hypocrisy is not beyond me. The longer I stay in this city, the less I feel like I understand.
When I lived with the tribes or visited them during my time in the woods, I found a distinct lack, a pride in not having to know other people's business. I came and went as I pleased, trading and offering news of other tribes. This was good work, I enjoyed it. It was fulfilling.
But if I read one more damn journal about how someone is absolutely gushing over someone else, I may vomit. Or how about this person was horrible or another was a saint. I don't really understand it. I'd never want people to know what I really thought. Maybe there's something to that whole black journal thing. Maybe.
I bitch, and yet hear I sit, writing out of some blasted desire to do so because it's apparently something that Arvani do. The hypocrisy is not beyond me. The longer I stay in this city, the less I feel like I understand.
Written By Fortunato
Jan. 1, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
A garden, cramped in by iron fencing, the gate open. The interior, overgrown and dense, is a wind of vines, rose bushes, woody stunted trees, herbs wound around the stunted trunks almost to the point of stranglement. But only almost. The leaves of trees, herbs, vines are dew-lit, damp, all green and healthy enough. Just— too much. Patches of ruin peek through the foilage, worn stone, broken tile, collapsed past recognition. Near the opening of the garden, six cups, all glistening but battered metal, tin, perhaps. Each cup planted with tiny, just-budding flowers.
Written By Sigurd
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
My darling cousin. She is so sweet on the surface of things, but underneath, there are dark depths. Perhaps this is the reason for her close friendship with some Thraxians? Regardless, a more fine cousin I could not ask for, and I am not merely saying that because Cassius managed to recently best me (barely) in the sparring ring. No, she has been most generous with both time and effort since my arrival in Arx, and I look forward to working with her more in the future.
Written By Branan
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
This sellsword is... a curious man. He always has fine drink, and he never is shy about sharing it.
Written By Branan
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:55 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Sometimes, you can only stand before the world and shout your joy for its glory.
Written By Zhayla
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
The Marquessa. Samantha. Sam. She goes by a lot of names, but she extended a hand when she didn't have to: to protect, and to help me get to my feet. I don't know what to make of Arx yet, except that it's weird, and there are a lot of people who are willing to run around and hit each other fun, and some people will pay money for that, but I know what I think of her. I'm glad to be part of her household. Even if some of it's a little weird.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:47 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Finally found a use for the furniture Mother left behind, a whole set of mahogany furniture Father had crafted for her. It's been sitting aside getting dusty but a little oil and some elbow grease, and a fine thing to loan a friend. I hope she likes it.
...damn. I should perhaps -tell her- that it's on loan. She might be vexed with me...
...damn. I should perhaps -tell her- that it's on loan. She might be vexed with me...
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:39 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
My guards won't let me feed them. At least, they will in shifts but it's frustrating.
How can I show my appreciation if they don't let me take care of them?
I'm going to knit them hats or something. Sometimes they're hard to keep track of but I'm learning their names.
How can I show my appreciation if they don't let me take care of them?
I'm going to knit them hats or something. Sometimes they're hard to keep track of but I'm learning their names.
Written By Rowan
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:28 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Drea
It has been a few years since my teacher told me it was time to learn from experience rather than from her, that it was time to find my own understanding of what it means to be a shaman. I have been doing that. I have been walking my own path, and it has lead me to Arx, to meet Mother Bear, and possibly the next guide through that part of my life. There is wisdom and there is experience and there is a quiet formidability in her presence. I look forward to learning from my works with her.
Written By Calista
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:24 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
She enjoys the sweet sounds of my Alejandro's strumming.
Written By Calista
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
We had a talk this week. It was 'The Talk'. I was not ready for this talk but I knew it was necessary. I hope to never have this talk again.
Written By Cedarav
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
WHAT SINGULAR INCOMPETENCE
The amount of things that are out of place after the journey from Setarco is unacceptable! Those sea-men are stains upon the deck! Better a pack of monkeys handle my alembics. A sextant was shattered, and those heathens are supposed to know what that -is-.
Moreover, my dry lysate of selenyte was wetted...WETTED.
If only they'd have the ill luck to open my scarlet-scab collection! Then they would have rued the ... well. Er. I don't suppose Arx would like a new outbreak.
...best they leave that alone.
The amount of things that are out of place after the journey from Setarco is unacceptable! Those sea-men are stains upon the deck! Better a pack of monkeys handle my alembics. A sextant was shattered, and those heathens are supposed to know what that -is-.
Moreover, my dry lysate of selenyte was wetted...WETTED.
If only they'd have the ill luck to open my scarlet-scab collection! Then they would have rued the ... well. Er. I don't suppose Arx would like a new outbreak.
...best they leave that alone.
Written By Cedarav
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:19 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
My patron has bid me to Arx, and I came.
She gave me the most wonderful task.
.....learn everything.
She gave me the most wonderful task.
.....learn everything.
Written By Killian
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
It's..unusual to say the least. The world has turned entirely upside down in so short a time, and now I find myself back in Arx. Moreover I am once more amongst family, and for the first in a long time I feel a meaning in that word. Harlan and Aislin, Olivia..most especially Cara. They are all so warm, so inclusive..well, okay, Harlan might not always be, but he bears a heavy burden. They all do for that matter, Aislin with the society, Cara as voice, Harlan in maintaining the Ashfords. I wonder how I can be of help, how I can serve and be a support rather than another burden unto them. I worry that years without one has left me unable to be part of a family. Lady Dawn asked how I was doing, and I had to confess my fear, that I worry constantly that I shall bring shame and embarrassment to these who have been so kind to me.
Written By Deva
Jan. 1, 2017, 10:07 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
They say to be careful what you wish for, and that couldn't be more true. Sometimes what you wish for might just tear you apart. Maybe some things are just better left unknown. Hindsight is a bitch.
Written By Branan
Jan. 1, 2017, 9:58 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
When before I met thee,
I not in truth, what I missed,
But with smile and repartee,
She takes me by agile wrist,
Muse, Lady, Lover, yet all three.
Not some casual spring tryst,
Shows me what might be,
When my lips she softly kissed.
I not in truth, what I missed,
But with smile and repartee,
She takes me by agile wrist,
Muse, Lady, Lover, yet all three.
Not some casual spring tryst,
Shows me what might be,
When my lips she softly kissed.
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