Written By Nadia
Dec. 9, 2016, 3:06 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
I don't think I could suffer another heartache. Not now, when there is so much to do.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:54 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
[A sketch. A skinny, small man in a drab black frock and a /stunning/ leather cloak of many colors and many pockets is practically a speck against the Thrax Gate. Even the guards make him look small. A caption beneath, "I wish to do more paintings in the Thrax Ward, may need reassurance my coat is not criminal? Because I think it may be." A smaller caption, beneath. "This is the last joke I can make about this coat. Sorry, Aureth. May have to burn it now. Seriously wounding my dignity. Cannot continue."]
Written By Alistair
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:50 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
People question why I do not write often in the White Journals or why my entries are simple and sparse, or even levy accusations that they are fake and forced.
They do not understand and cannot comprehend where I come from. Where I was raised, there was no tomes to share your knowledge and keep your history. There was no black books to speak your secrets. There was only survival. The day. The next night. The next hunt and kill. The coming winter and following summer. Abandoned do not have time, do not have the privilege, to keep their words like those of Civilization do.
I think many are hoping for the scratches of an illiterate barbarian and are disappointed when they find I writer better than them.
I apologize if my entries are forced or seem insincere, mostly because they likely are.
They do not understand and cannot comprehend where I come from. Where I was raised, there was no tomes to share your knowledge and keep your history. There was no black books to speak your secrets. There was only survival. The day. The next night. The next hunt and kill. The coming winter and following summer. Abandoned do not have time, do not have the privilege, to keep their words like those of Civilization do.
I think many are hoping for the scratches of an illiterate barbarian and are disappointed when they find I writer better than them.
I apologize if my entries are forced or seem insincere, mostly because they likely are.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:34 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
So from what I gather, the city seems rather amused by my journals and folk occasionally request my Whites to see what new thoughts and observations I have. I even see Carissa is cross-referencing me in hers with the dictation I give.
Rissa - if you're reading this, you're fired.
Kidding.
Why did I write such a personal entry and leave it here in the white? Maybe because shit like this needs to be more public, more realized. We're going through a trying time, all of us. What's past is fucking present and what was fiction is fucking fact. Our world is upside down and inside out. Keeping confusion and frustration and anguish inside is only going to make us weaker.
Lyceni custom is to embrace our dark sides and confront them, and that is exactly what this was; recognizing my own behaviors and actions and addressing them head on. We can't keep repressing and burying everything down. That shit only results in emotional explosions like a body left to rot in the sun. A disgusting description but to those of us who have seen it... it just stinks to the heavens and it's a vile sight for any who witness it.
You can all stop worrying. I'm -fine-. Not fine, perhaps, but acknowledging what's wrong. That is the first step in any treatment; diagnosis of the condition. Now that that's done, I can apply a remedy.
And here you thought it would just be another profanity laden rant, wouldn't it? Well screw you anyhow.
Rissa - if you're reading this, you're fired.
Kidding.
Why did I write such a personal entry and leave it here in the white? Maybe because shit like this needs to be more public, more realized. We're going through a trying time, all of us. What's past is fucking present and what was fiction is fucking fact. Our world is upside down and inside out. Keeping confusion and frustration and anguish inside is only going to make us weaker.
Lyceni custom is to embrace our dark sides and confront them, and that is exactly what this was; recognizing my own behaviors and actions and addressing them head on. We can't keep repressing and burying everything down. That shit only results in emotional explosions like a body left to rot in the sun. A disgusting description but to those of us who have seen it... it just stinks to the heavens and it's a vile sight for any who witness it.
You can all stop worrying. I'm -fine-. Not fine, perhaps, but acknowledging what's wrong. That is the first step in any treatment; diagnosis of the condition. Now that that's done, I can apply a remedy.
And here you thought it would just be another profanity laden rant, wouldn't it? Well screw you anyhow.
Written By Leona
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:05 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Admittedly, there are times when I forget that I have a siblings.
Though, I could never forget my twin.
Though, I could never forget my twin.
Written By Leona
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:01 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
It is possible to find the whole of one's family detestable with the exception of one or two members of it. No, it was not a question.
As for my opinion on the current subject of talk that has been circulating around the City -
- if you want to hear it, ask me.
Otherwise, I have a job to do.
As for my opinion on the current subject of talk that has been circulating around the City -
- if you want to hear it, ask me.
Otherwise, I have a job to do.
Written By Valkieri
Dec. 9, 2016, 11:42 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
So.
After an -- oddly eventful interview with the lady regent for the Minister of War position -- which was given to Marquis Igniseri, but with an offer to the council extended to me -- I stayed behind for a minute.
Because I had a letter from Dawn when I woke up in the Queensrest Inn with no memory of having written her or how I got there.
She allowed me to read the letter I had sent her. The letter in which I drunkenly scribbled about being haunted by my brother and allowing myself to be ejected from my own home.
Oh, and that I'm in love with her. Yes, that is just...fantastic.
I wish she would not clasp my hand like that while telling me with exquisitely painful kindness that I should not regret my feelings.
I wish she would never stop clasping my hand.
*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*
After an -- oddly eventful interview with the lady regent for the Minister of War position -- which was given to Marquis Igniseri, but with an offer to the council extended to me -- I stayed behind for a minute.
Because I had a letter from Dawn when I woke up in the Queensrest Inn with no memory of having written her or how I got there.
She allowed me to read the letter I had sent her. The letter in which I drunkenly scribbled about being haunted by my brother and allowing myself to be ejected from my own home.
Oh, and that I'm in love with her. Yes, that is just...fantastic.
I wish she would not clasp my hand like that while telling me with exquisitely painful kindness that I should not regret my feelings.
I wish she would never stop clasping my hand.
*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*
Written By Maeve
Dec. 9, 2016, 11:33 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
I don't know much about thralls and slaves. Sounds like a city problem.
I will say y'all need trees. You wouldn't be so upset if'n ya just shut up and hugged a tree. So everyone shut up and hug trees.
I will say y'all need trees. You wouldn't be so upset if'n ya just shut up and hugged a tree. So everyone shut up and hug trees.
Written By Aleksei
Dec. 9, 2016, 11:15 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
Benjy's hired me for some adventuring. He promised decomposing corpses. I asked if maybe there might be treasure /underneath/ the corpses, but he was all, 'Who knows, duckie! It's good to know things.' Ah well. Hopefully I get to stab things.
Written By Valkieri
Dec. 9, 2016, 11:12 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
I hardly know where to begin.
I am being haunted. My brother sends letters to me. He appears in the corners of my eyes. He stokes the fireplace and then snuffs it entirely.
He is sorry. He is so very, very sorry, and all I can feel within me is a burning, twisting rage at him. At his stupidity. At his recklessness. He made a deal with a mirrorborn, and now we are all left to pick up his pieces.
I feel as if I'm on a precipice -- or perhaps I fell into it last night. Everything inside of me is raw and exposed.
I broke. My brother is breaking me. If he were here, I would put my hands around his neck and squeeze. I hate him.
I miss him so much.
*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*
I am being haunted. My brother sends letters to me. He appears in the corners of my eyes. He stokes the fireplace and then snuffs it entirely.
He is sorry. He is so very, very sorry, and all I can feel within me is a burning, twisting rage at him. At his stupidity. At his recklessness. He made a deal with a mirrorborn, and now we are all left to pick up his pieces.
I feel as if I'm on a precipice -- or perhaps I fell into it last night. Everything inside of me is raw and exposed.
I broke. My brother is breaking me. If he were here, I would put my hands around his neck and squeeze. I hate him.
I miss him so much.
*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*
Written By Julea
Dec. 9, 2016, 6:09 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
Spent much of the day on my bed working on and refining sketches for something for the Swan, it is to be a gift. And as it is potentially to be my first piece forged in Arx, I want it to be a fair representation of my work. Something that will garner more as others see it and will seek me out for orders.
And once that design was complete, I began work on a more traditional single-handed sword with a short guard. The sort of sword that is light and fast, easily wielded even by those without a lot of muscle. And the sort typically used by the Redrain up north. I have someone in mind for this too.
Though I wonder if it is enough. If I need to embellish my work more in Arx. Add in gems and other such adornments so that Nobles can show off. And perhaps I need to more closely examine other blade styles. Attend some training sessions, watch the artistry in their movements, the different stances and methods. Maybe make some training swords and parrying daggers.
My arm pains me today, and I'm not sure if it the change in weather, or the lack of time spent in the forge.
Julea
3rd of May, 1005.
And once that design was complete, I began work on a more traditional single-handed sword with a short guard. The sort of sword that is light and fast, easily wielded even by those without a lot of muscle. And the sort typically used by the Redrain up north. I have someone in mind for this too.
Though I wonder if it is enough. If I need to embellish my work more in Arx. Add in gems and other such adornments so that Nobles can show off. And perhaps I need to more closely examine other blade styles. Attend some training sessions, watch the artistry in their movements, the different stances and methods. Maybe make some training swords and parrying daggers.
My arm pains me today, and I'm not sure if it the change in weather, or the lack of time spent in the forge.
Julea
3rd of May, 1005.
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 9, 2016, 4:21 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
What makes a grotto so special? Is it some holy place, like a shrine up in the North?
Written By Aksel
Dec. 9, 2016, 3:42 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
Solid man. Good man. Hope to know him better. And apparently the man can drink better than he appears.
But get your own room, man, seriously.
But get your own room, man, seriously.
Written By Aksel
Dec. 9, 2016, 3:41 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
First she beats me in a couple of spars. Next she drinks a bunch of us under the table.
I'd say more, but damnit, my head hurts.
It's not right, it's not right I tell you.
I'd say more, but damnit, my head hurts.
It's not right, it's not right I tell you.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 9, 2016, 3:06 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
Twelve shots of moonshine,
Eleven wobbly chairs,
Ten orgy references,
Nine tripping boots,
Eight different servers,
Seven empty shotglasses,
Six stumbled tables,
Five. Threats. To. Leave.
Four howling men,
Three Nightgolds,
Two noblewomen,
and a white-haired gentleman scholar.
Eleven wobbly chairs,
Ten orgy references,
Nine tripping boots,
Eight different servers,
Seven empty shotglasses,
Six stumbled tables,
Five. Threats. To. Leave.
Four howling men,
Three Nightgolds,
Two noblewomen,
and a white-haired gentleman scholar.
Written By Sigurd
Dec. 9, 2016, 2:58 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
Gaaaahh, tha'..Tha' fucking woman! That fucking sexy...badass woman! Who is she to fuckin'..Fuckin'...Drink me under the...
Wha? Oh..Serafine. that fucking woman she...She cheated! She fucking cheated, only reason she one the game...At least I outlasted the other..I'll fucking show her...
Wha? Oh..Serafine. that fucking woman she...She cheated! She fucking cheated, only reason she one the game...At least I outlasted the other..I'll fucking show her...
Written By Serafine
Dec. 9, 2016, 2:44 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
All of these cousins are grown and beautiful and wonderful!
And I was the best bad influence on all of them!
Dammit, when did being a Velenosan get to be so -fantastic-?
Valencia is beautiful, well-mannered, poised, eloquent, and she drinks groan fuckin' Redrains under the table.
I am so damn proud.
And I was the best bad influence on all of them!
Dammit, when did being a Velenosan get to be so -fantastic-?
Valencia is beautiful, well-mannered, poised, eloquent, and she drinks groan fuckin' Redrains under the table.
I am so damn proud.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:29 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)
( I hope that there was Mercier wine at this orgy.
- not tea - oh dear - the complications involved with hot beverages and -
It would have been a perfect time to advertise. )
- not tea - oh dear - the complications involved with hot beverages and -
It would have been a perfect time to advertise. )
Written By Eirene
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:18 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)
All this city babble about thralls and all I can think of is what a shitstorm I am of a person.
I've seen trauma like this usually after a first battle or a huge one where someone is the only survivor of their unit. Out of control drinking, uncharacteristic behavior, a need to make personal intimate connections...
It also occurred when those traumatic situations are somehow relived or recounted in great detail.
Physician heal thy fucking self already. You're better than this.
I've seen trauma like this usually after a first battle or a huge one where someone is the only survivor of their unit. Out of control drinking, uncharacteristic behavior, a need to make personal intimate connections...
It also occurred when those traumatic situations are somehow relived or recounted in great detail.
Physician heal thy fucking self already. You're better than this.
Written By Damon
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:10 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)
Reading through some of the journal entries of my friends has brought me to see that there was an orgy. AN ORGY. Here in Arx, can you believe that?
I am wholly, and utterly, offended...
That I didn't even get invited. I would have declined obviously, but it's the principle of the thing.
I am wholly, and utterly, offended...
That I didn't even get invited. I would have declined obviously, but it's the principle of the thing.
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