Written By Sigurd
Dec. 7, 2016, 3:04 p.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
My Cousin is a forceful taskmaster when she chooses to be, that's for sure! For many years, I have either seen with my own eyes or heard from my relatives about her shrewd dealings and enormous personality. However, she is also one of the more earnest, kind souls I have ever met. From her depths comes not only courage, but the true spirit of the Nightgold family. I treasure her, and will do /anything/ to protect her and hers.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 7, 2016, 3:02 p.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
Younger brother.
Written By Natalia
Dec. 7, 2016, 1:23 p.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Marcas
The Captain. He is entertaining and as I told him; I am more interested in tales that struggled not always of one's victories. I am sure we shall take tea again soon.
Written By Victus
Dec. 7, 2016, 11 a.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
What makes some men loyal, others not?
I don't fucking know. I'm not a damn philosopher, I'm not some wordsmith able to fucking elucidate my every thought. Its a question that's been gnawing at me, though.
Look at my life. I've always been loyal. I value fucking loyalty, to my liege above me, to the men beneath me. I'd say I was raised that way, but fuck it, Thrax values strength more than anything. Loyalty comes a distant second, or third, and mostly as a consequence of that strength. Earned the hard way, and lost when its supplanted by weakness.
Perhaps it came out of the Tyde rebellion. My formative fucking years spent wading blood to my knees in that great betrayal. If your enemies are known for one quality, it is natural to frame your fucking identity upon another.
I lied. Apparently I am a philosopher.
Occupational hazard, I guess. What? No, not of being a warrior.
Of being a semi professional drinker.
I don't fucking know. I'm not a damn philosopher, I'm not some wordsmith able to fucking elucidate my every thought. Its a question that's been gnawing at me, though.
Look at my life. I've always been loyal. I value fucking loyalty, to my liege above me, to the men beneath me. I'd say I was raised that way, but fuck it, Thrax values strength more than anything. Loyalty comes a distant second, or third, and mostly as a consequence of that strength. Earned the hard way, and lost when its supplanted by weakness.
Perhaps it came out of the Tyde rebellion. My formative fucking years spent wading blood to my knees in that great betrayal. If your enemies are known for one quality, it is natural to frame your fucking identity upon another.
I lied. Apparently I am a philosopher.
Occupational hazard, I guess. What? No, not of being a warrior.
Of being a semi professional drinker.
Written By Branan
Dec. 7, 2016, 10:30 a.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
[This journal entry is in the form of a charcoal drawn image. Though done only in a single color spectrum of grays and blacks, the image shows a clear attention to detail and gradation of tone. The content of the image is of a fantastical nature.
In the center is clearly Prince Anze, stripped to pants and boots only, grappling with a bear. A big bear. A very very big bear. The bear has scars and patches of missing fur, giving it a grizzled veterans look and his size implies a great deal of strength and skill.
The obvious strength of the bear is used as a juxtaposition for the skill of the Prince of Redrain, as Anze, muscles bulging and features stern, is shown as having the bear in something of a headlock.
To the side, Prince Darren smiling broadly and talking to two other bears. The bears, bi-pedal in stance, are gesturing confusedly at Anze and the wrestling bear. A speech-bubble leads from Darren and he says ‘Never bet against Redrain. Ever.’]
In the center is clearly Prince Anze, stripped to pants and boots only, grappling with a bear. A big bear. A very very big bear. The bear has scars and patches of missing fur, giving it a grizzled veterans look and his size implies a great deal of strength and skill.
The obvious strength of the bear is used as a juxtaposition for the skill of the Prince of Redrain, as Anze, muscles bulging and features stern, is shown as having the bear in something of a headlock.
To the side, Prince Darren smiling broadly and talking to two other bears. The bears, bi-pedal in stance, are gesturing confusedly at Anze and the wrestling bear. A speech-bubble leads from Darren and he says ‘Never bet against Redrain. Ever.’]
Written By Natalia
Dec. 7, 2016, 10 a.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
Oh the most darling girl. The little mouse seems so out of place in the city. Of course, I'm trying to arrange what I can to assist her. I am sure that given enough time, the mouse shall become the feline.
Or do they all become bears in Redrain?
Or do they all become bears in Redrain?
Written By Natalia
Dec. 7, 2016, 9:58 a.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
Cousin of Nadia, I am not sure if that makes us cousins as well. It is sometimes hard for me to keep straight who is what in my world and lineage once Grayson is removed from the last name.
He has the most wonderful of smiles and a great story. If you meet him, do ask him about honey.
He has the most wonderful of smiles and a great story. If you meet him, do ask him about honey.
Written By Branan
Dec. 7, 2016, 9:56 a.m.(4/26/1005 AR)
In Redrain district, in the new springs first days,
Gather the champions of the North, terribly vast,
A people of iron muscle and hard rubicund gaze,
Round the fireside, tale telling, they so massed.
Prince Azne, The very blade of winters tooth,
Boisterous laugh, belly filled and forest-trail deep,
His sister so dear, Freja, the snows own sleuth
Sat at his side, fair Valencia, the Northstar to keep.
All round in this place, a trace of north come to south,
The warmth and reverie of the moment a family scene,
Stories and mirth, joy passed from soul to ear to mouth,
But ready and able to show foe and enemy their spleen.
(The following verse added by request of Prince Darren)
The Prince called Anze was said to be able to wrestle a bear,
Such strength of arm and strength of soul, none could defend,
He could do it in armor, in the buff, in the nude without a care,
And it was barely without laughing that this verse was penned.
Gather the champions of the North, terribly vast,
A people of iron muscle and hard rubicund gaze,
Round the fireside, tale telling, they so massed.
Prince Azne, The very blade of winters tooth,
Boisterous laugh, belly filled and forest-trail deep,
His sister so dear, Freja, the snows own sleuth
Sat at his side, fair Valencia, the Northstar to keep.
All round in this place, a trace of north come to south,
The warmth and reverie of the moment a family scene,
Stories and mirth, joy passed from soul to ear to mouth,
But ready and able to show foe and enemy their spleen.
(The following verse added by request of Prince Darren)
The Prince called Anze was said to be able to wrestle a bear,
Such strength of arm and strength of soul, none could defend,
He could do it in armor, in the buff, in the nude without a care,
And it was barely without laughing that this verse was penned.
Written By Aldwin
Dec. 7, 2016, 4:42 a.m.(4/25/1005 AR)
This past evening, after a quiet tea in my home, I decided to have a little fun and run a little experiment. Archlector Orazio believes I need to step outside of my office and duties and be Aldwin more, and not the Archscholar all the time. So I had a few inquiries made: old man seeks friend.
The outpouring of responses was nearly immediate. To those who took up quill and parchment I am truly touched and warmed at your answers. I am not surprised that so many of those same responses are from the ones I already enjoy spending time with. Those who are family in an adoptive sense, chosen instead of gifted at birth. Those who are friends and old souls entwined in past adventures. These are the people that one collects throughout life and their contributions to enriching your own existence should never be undervalued. They are the ones that make you smile, bring you frustration and challenges, and leave you with joy.
I am also struck with the rest of the data gathered in this experiment. Not the blow to my ego of a Knight asking who I was, no. Rather, I am taken aback that the majority of responses came from the nobility and courtiers. The vast majority of responses. I have kept my robes plain, my doors open, and my home in the Boroughs all so I could remember my own common origins. Yet I can't help but wonder, have we, the Faith, lost touch with many of those who need us most?
There's only one thing to do for it. I hope Master Grayhope does not mind if I start taking my lunches at the Murder.
The outpouring of responses was nearly immediate. To those who took up quill and parchment I am truly touched and warmed at your answers. I am not surprised that so many of those same responses are from the ones I already enjoy spending time with. Those who are family in an adoptive sense, chosen instead of gifted at birth. Those who are friends and old souls entwined in past adventures. These are the people that one collects throughout life and their contributions to enriching your own existence should never be undervalued. They are the ones that make you smile, bring you frustration and challenges, and leave you with joy.
I am also struck with the rest of the data gathered in this experiment. Not the blow to my ego of a Knight asking who I was, no. Rather, I am taken aback that the majority of responses came from the nobility and courtiers. The vast majority of responses. I have kept my robes plain, my doors open, and my home in the Boroughs all so I could remember my own common origins. Yet I can't help but wonder, have we, the Faith, lost touch with many of those who need us most?
There's only one thing to do for it. I hope Master Grayhope does not mind if I start taking my lunches at the Murder.
Written By Calypso
Dec. 7, 2016, 2:47 a.m.(4/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
If all men in power loved their people as fiercely as Prince Darren Redrain does and with the same passionate conviction for seeing them not only survive these troubled times, but thrive and prosper, this Compact would be a much better place.
I was truly honored to have a quiet moment alone with him to learn more about what drives him. I found a sort of kinship and understanding in our conversation I don't find with most. Though he is on a much grander scale of responsibility than I, of course. I hope there is more we can learn from one another in the future.
I was truly honored to have a quiet moment alone with him to learn more about what drives him. I found a sort of kinship and understanding in our conversation I don't find with most. Though he is on a much grander scale of responsibility than I, of course. I hope there is more we can learn from one another in the future.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 7, 2016, 2:10 a.m.(4/25/1005 AR)
( From the desk of B. Mercier, Steward: )
Silvered and exact.
It has no preconceptions.
Whatever it sees it returns.
Just as it is.
Uncaring of like or dislike.
Not wicked.
Only honest.
The eye of a dark god, it flickers.
Faces and darkness.
It sees her -
and reflects her faithfully.
Silvered and exact.
It has no preconceptions.
Whatever it sees it returns.
Just as it is.
Uncaring of like or dislike.
Not wicked.
Only honest.
The eye of a dark god, it flickers.
Faces and darkness.
It sees her -
and reflects her faithfully.
Written By Orazio
Dec. 6, 2016, 10:21 p.m.(4/24/1005 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
Friendship is a fine thing, much like wine. It can also be difficult to sort out the greatest specimens of it from the tide of imitators. Unlike wine, of course, it's difficult to have too much of, and should you reach that happy state, you're far less likely to do something you regret in the morning.
I had the all too rare pleasure of spending time in the company of a true friend, this evening. Weighty matters were discussed, for we cannot escape them in these times, but we spent some time just speaking of trivialities, as well.
Although this may seem like a strange thing to say, I feel that I do that too little. It was a pleasant change. For those who may read this - particularly those who often feel weighed down by duty and the chains of their position - I urge you to name your friends, your real friends, and if there are fingers left over when you finish, perhaps it is time to go out and make some more.
Lagoma has turned the wheel, and spring has come.
Friendship is a fine thing, much like wine. It can also be difficult to sort out the greatest specimens of it from the tide of imitators. Unlike wine, of course, it's difficult to have too much of, and should you reach that happy state, you're far less likely to do something you regret in the morning.
I had the all too rare pleasure of spending time in the company of a true friend, this evening. Weighty matters were discussed, for we cannot escape them in these times, but we spent some time just speaking of trivialities, as well.
Although this may seem like a strange thing to say, I feel that I do that too little. It was a pleasant change. For those who may read this - particularly those who often feel weighed down by duty and the chains of their position - I urge you to name your friends, your real friends, and if there are fingers left over when you finish, perhaps it is time to go out and make some more.
Lagoma has turned the wheel, and spring has come.
Written By Anze
Dec. 6, 2016, 8:35 p.m.(4/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
Its funny how fast you can become friends with someone sometimes. It's like we've fought side by side for the last decade instead of meeting a week ago.
The fact that he is downright adorable when it comes to women is just icing on the cake. I've never seen a grown man with countless battles under his belt stammer around a woman like that. With all this talk of elves and kraken and ancient horrors, watching someone being bad at talking to girls really lightens the mood.
Best addition the north has provided to the city in a while, I'm glad he's here.
The fact that he is downright adorable when it comes to women is just icing on the cake. I've never seen a grown man with countless battles under his belt stammer around a woman like that. With all this talk of elves and kraken and ancient horrors, watching someone being bad at talking to girls really lightens the mood.
Best addition the north has provided to the city in a while, I'm glad he's here.
Written By Samantha
Dec. 6, 2016, 6:34 p.m.(4/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
If she is a prime example of the nature of House Redrain, then I truly regret not having gotten to know Old Oak's distant western neighbors until now. What a marvelous woman!
Written By Natalia
Dec. 6, 2016, 5:58 p.m.(4/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
Well this is an interesting turn of events. Good for you, Lady Ashford.
Written By Runa
Dec. 6, 2016, 4:11 p.m.(4/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
In ivory towers or dwellings low. The last to know is the first to go.
In this I never presume to be the first, but pray fervently I am never the last.
In this I never presume to be the first, but pray fervently I am never the last.
Written By Gavin
Dec. 6, 2016, 2:20 p.m.(4/23/1005 AR)
Owo. First day in Arx and just... wow. Lots to write. Well, spare the details, I suppose. Gwen and I arrived last night, found an inn to house us. Gwen's been out exploring already, getting to know some of the locals. I tgot a missive this morning after a trip to the bank, requesting my presence at Atelier Joscelin to meet the guildmistress of the local crafting guild. As sublimely fortunate fate would have it, I've been give n authorization to open a shop with an attached lifving quarter. The guild's done right by me and Gwen, and we have a path forward. Now, the real work begins.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 6, 2016, 1:59 p.m.(4/23/1005 AR)
An idea:
Darkrose - a fortified wine (check with Lazarus, perhaps we make a rose brandy that we can use) that's the darkest red that the vine and barrel can produce. Powerful and complex. Aged in wood so that the notes carry over, along with: dried fruits, exotic spices, and honey. Elegant and long-lasting. Something that can be sipped following with a dessert course, something suggestive of dimly lit rooms and whispered conversation.
Darkrose - a fortified wine (check with Lazarus, perhaps we make a rose brandy that we can use) that's the darkest red that the vine and barrel can produce. Powerful and complex. Aged in wood so that the notes carry over, along with: dried fruits, exotic spices, and honey. Elegant and long-lasting. Something that can be sipped following with a dessert course, something suggestive of dimly lit rooms and whispered conversation.
Written By Branan
Dec. 6, 2016, 1:14 p.m.(4/23/1005 AR)
From the Saffron of the South,
to the Mourning of the North,
From the Brandy of Setsarcos drouth,
To Grimm honey mead ever flowing forth,
The islands of tradewinds are manifold,
South seas tropics with plantations wide,
To north shores terrible ice and cold,
And in between every thing bestride.
to the Mourning of the North,
From the Brandy of Setsarcos drouth,
To Grimm honey mead ever flowing forth,
The islands of tradewinds are manifold,
South seas tropics with plantations wide,
To north shores terrible ice and cold,
And in between every thing bestride.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 6, 2016, 11:31 a.m.(4/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Damon
I'm Lyceni. How bad can someone elses' idea of 'slinky dress' be? Right?
I know I will regret this.
I know I will regret this.
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