Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 10:22 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Done and dealt with.
Now, I await a reply on tenterhooks. Metaphorically, mind. Not literal.
(My elder brother is a such an enabling --
err, pardon
--encouraging force of good.)
Now, I await a reply on tenterhooks. Metaphorically, mind. Not literal.
(My elder brother is a such an enabling --
err, pardon
--encouraging force of good.)
Written By Kima
Dec. 1, 2016, 10:20 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Costas is my newest student. He bemoans my ruinous rates, but as another so astutely pointed out, he won't bemoan my teaching him how best to keep his innards within his abdomen. He also kept referring to his face as a slab, or leather, which I disagree with. If he were that bland, or worse, hideous, I'd not readily associate with him outside of our lessons.
Why, Scholar, do you arch your brow at me?
He's an interesting chap, one I'm more than glad has been scooped up by the Malvici. Now, he may or may not feel the same about that currently, but I'll turn him into a lover of Southport and its ruling family in time.
And I'll do that for free.
Why, Scholar, do you arch your brow at me?
He's an interesting chap, one I'm more than glad has been scooped up by the Malvici. Now, he may or may not feel the same about that currently, but I'll turn him into a lover of Southport and its ruling family in time.
And I'll do that for free.
Written By Kima
Dec. 1, 2016, 10:13 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
Leola is a good lass.
Helpful, dutiful, obedient. Needs a bit of a lesson in expressing herself, though. Now, I'm not accusing her of being without spine. Quite the opposite, in fact! Yet I find it rather strange that she should have that deep well of courage, draw from it, and still be unable to speak without sounding...
Well, sounding timid.
Unless she's just exceptionally skilled at deception. Not an impossibility, given that she is of the Lyceum.
Helpful, dutiful, obedient. Needs a bit of a lesson in expressing herself, though. Now, I'm not accusing her of being without spine. Quite the opposite, in fact! Yet I find it rather strange that she should have that deep well of courage, draw from it, and still be unable to speak without sounding...
Well, sounding timid.
Unless she's just exceptionally skilled at deception. Not an impossibility, given that she is of the Lyceum.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 8:45 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
The Concodral Melee is tomorrow! Given the joy I had with the previous competition, I'm excited to sign up for this one. The rules are unusual enough and perhaps I'll learn a thing or two.
Written By Isolde
Dec. 1, 2016, 8:15 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
I -do- so love it when a plan comes together.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:46 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lazarus
Clever Pater Familias
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:45 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Popular Older Brother
Written By Cybele
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:27 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
I am to learn the religious practices of the Southerners. They write in journals, and the pages are bound in books with their name - the white journals a public record. The Black Journals for secrets of the soul.
We have similar rites in the Everwinter - where anyone may leave their mark in stone or wood. And there are sacred sites with hidden learning.
We do not have so many rows of scrolls and books, however. It is a little overwhelming.
Hello, nations of Arvum. I am Cybele. I hope my writings will prove of use to some.
We have similar rites in the Everwinter - where anyone may leave their mark in stone or wood. And there are sacred sites with hidden learning.
We do not have so many rows of scrolls and books, however. It is a little overwhelming.
Hello, nations of Arvum. I am Cybele. I hope my writings will prove of use to some.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 1, 2016, 4:16 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Mother --
(I don't think there is any need to address my entries. However, this is my journal to do with as I wish)
I peeked into the Vellichorian Academy today. Briefly, yet. It reminds me of you. While I thank your foresight into seeing to my education and paying so much attention to me (nurturing me in ways that the gardener sees to the garden) it does make me wish for things I ought not.
While math is a truly elegant study: numbers and equations with predictable relationships. Languages, music, and books. All rather safe outlets for an curious mind ... and yet.
(I wish to know everything.)
It would have been easier, perhaps, if I had been kept an an ignorant and pretty thing (daffodils and cornflower) with empty blue eyes and a smile that reveals nothing between my ears. Aim for nothing more than to be on the arm of a merchant husband, raise children, and run a shop until my dying days.
A simple life, certainly, but one that I could live without the desire to be ... more ... beating about my chest to the thrum of my heart like angry birds.
(Ach. That was purple prose, Beth. Terrible.)
(I don't think there is any need to address my entries. However, this is my journal to do with as I wish)
I peeked into the Vellichorian Academy today. Briefly, yet. It reminds me of you. While I thank your foresight into seeing to my education and paying so much attention to me (nurturing me in ways that the gardener sees to the garden) it does make me wish for things I ought not.
While math is a truly elegant study: numbers and equations with predictable relationships. Languages, music, and books. All rather safe outlets for an curious mind ... and yet.
(I wish to know everything.)
It would have been easier, perhaps, if I had been kept an an ignorant and pretty thing (daffodils and cornflower) with empty blue eyes and a smile that reveals nothing between my ears. Aim for nothing more than to be on the arm of a merchant husband, raise children, and run a shop until my dying days.
A simple life, certainly, but one that I could live without the desire to be ... more ... beating about my chest to the thrum of my heart like angry birds.
(Ach. That was purple prose, Beth. Terrible.)
Written By Eirene
Dec. 1, 2016, 4:12 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
So it's poetry you all want, eh?
There once was a girl from Setarco
Who could take six or seven in one go
Hand over your coin--
Actually I can't finish this. I'm too refined a lady to actually tell you the rest, Archivist. Sorry.
There once was a girl from Setarco
Who could take six or seven in one go
Hand over your coin--
Actually I can't finish this. I'm too refined a lady to actually tell you the rest, Archivist. Sorry.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 1 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Gods save me. More bloody poets.
Written By Leona
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:56 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
I will be taking archery lessons on occasion from Leola Allenatore - whom is an animal trainer for the Saik Lord, and seems a capable teacher who could could with a little more confidence in herself, I think.
(Personal opinions aside: the more skills that I have at my disposal, the better.)
Before doing so, I need to acquire a bow...
(Personal opinions aside: the more skills that I have at my disposal, the better.)
Before doing so, I need to acquire a bow...
Written By Leona
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:44 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
I never would have expected to be sitting behind the desk where the former Lord Commander Dayne Valardin once sat. It seemed a strong likelihood that I would have followed in his wake ...
Not like this. Not in such a way.
It feels so ...
I feel so ...
... never the mind. I cannot express my emotions in any kind of coherent way without sounding like a child. Honor, strength, determination, loyalty. Those are concrete, immovable concepts that I can focus on.
I live to serve. I'll die to serve, if it comes to that.
Not like this. Not in such a way.
It feels so ...
I feel so ...
... never the mind. I cannot express my emotions in any kind of coherent way without sounding like a child. Honor, strength, determination, loyalty. Those are concrete, immovable concepts that I can focus on.
I live to serve. I'll die to serve, if it comes to that.
Written By Eleyna
Dec. 1, 2016, 12:28 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Oh, look. More poets.
Written By Branan
Dec. 1, 2016, 11:56 a.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
I came upon a man, yet I did not speak,
But I had voice, ‘You have but one boot’,
Such a barren foot, such a lonely sole,
His claim; a maiden yonder found it cute,
His boot she claimed, his boot she stole.
I came upon a woman, yet I did not speak,
But had I voice, ‘You have drawn a sword’.
Such an angry woman, such a sharp blade,
Her claim; that she was startled by the lord,
Fashion and steel, the conversation of trade.
I came upon a scene, I was compelled to speak,
The lack-booted lord required of me advice,
Of which color would look best on his frame,
To true, I gave him good deed at good price,
Neither black nor blue, but a crimson flame.
I came upon a scene, I was compelled to speak,
The soft-soled Lord of the Lighthouse made ribald jest,
Of sailors and love and the stark loneliness of barren sea,
Forced to speak of myself, I did so only when pressed,
As I can speak at length and write for hours, just not of me.
I was part of a scene, and I was compelled to write,
An offer of island stewardship, I had to sadly reject,
Though it was made in good honor, truly I am blessed,
As no other employment I can take, unless checked,
No insult he took, and instead on his coin, I am dressed.
Praise be to Lord Salazar Argento for his generosity.
Poet for hire – no subject too mundane.
But I had voice, ‘You have but one boot’,
Such a barren foot, such a lonely sole,
His claim; a maiden yonder found it cute,
His boot she claimed, his boot she stole.
I came upon a woman, yet I did not speak,
But had I voice, ‘You have drawn a sword’.
Such an angry woman, such a sharp blade,
Her claim; that she was startled by the lord,
Fashion and steel, the conversation of trade.
I came upon a scene, I was compelled to speak,
The lack-booted lord required of me advice,
Of which color would look best on his frame,
To true, I gave him good deed at good price,
Neither black nor blue, but a crimson flame.
I came upon a scene, I was compelled to speak,
The soft-soled Lord of the Lighthouse made ribald jest,
Of sailors and love and the stark loneliness of barren sea,
Forced to speak of myself, I did so only when pressed,
As I can speak at length and write for hours, just not of me.
I was part of a scene, and I was compelled to write,
An offer of island stewardship, I had to sadly reject,
Though it was made in good honor, truly I am blessed,
As no other employment I can take, unless checked,
No insult he took, and instead on his coin, I am dressed.
Praise be to Lord Salazar Argento for his generosity.
Poet for hire – no subject too mundane.
Written By Branan
Dec. 1, 2016, 7:24 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
The Inn has closed and the sun has set,
Star-bringing darkness consumes the sky,
Time come for reflection as to not forget,
Time for quill to ink as sleep draws nigh.
From the docks unto the city, winters chill,
Wandering the shops, warm and sunny Aurora,
Finding hospitality and employments thrill,
A fine cloak to warm me made by graceful signora,
A note, a message comes, from Lady Greenmarch,
A conversation to be had, an honorarium paid,
A gift from the generous lady, for dry throat parched,
By such helpful glory, any poet may be swayed.
And yet, from homeward throne thought so distant,
The Grand Duchess Esera Velenosa heard my plea,
Penned so quick was my resume’ titled ‘assistant’,
And her response, inked so quick was ‘Come to me’.
Star-bringing darkness consumes the sky,
Time come for reflection as to not forget,
Time for quill to ink as sleep draws nigh.
From the docks unto the city, winters chill,
Wandering the shops, warm and sunny Aurora,
Finding hospitality and employments thrill,
A fine cloak to warm me made by graceful signora,
A note, a message comes, from Lady Greenmarch,
A conversation to be had, an honorarium paid,
A gift from the generous lady, for dry throat parched,
By such helpful glory, any poet may be swayed.
And yet, from homeward throne thought so distant,
The Grand Duchess Esera Velenosa heard my plea,
Penned so quick was my resume’ titled ‘assistant’,
And her response, inked so quick was ‘Come to me’.
Written By Juliet
Dec. 1, 2016, 3:51 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Second chances are a blessed thing. And I am grateful to those who are willing to grant them.
Written By Preston
Dec. 1, 2016, 3:45 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
She is as beautiful as a sunrise and wise, and I fear I have made poor impression upon her. The fault is surely mine.
I have faith in my brothers and sisters, the Templar, the only family I have ever known. I know them.
If they fail, they fell.
That is not arrogance: that is faith. If I can not have faith in the Templar, I do not understand faith at all.
I have faith in my brothers and sisters, the Templar, the only family I have ever known. I know them.
If they fail, they fell.
That is not arrogance: that is faith. If I can not have faith in the Templar, I do not understand faith at all.
Written By Leola
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:47 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
She can't shoot a bow. It's understandable, her role being what it is amongst the King's Own, but still, it's useful to know. I was priviledged enough to give her a short lesson in archery, and she's asked to continue her lessons at times with me.
I train -horses-, hounds and hawks. She is -not- a horse. Not even close. Still. There's a certain satisfaction in teaching
I train -horses-, hounds and hawks. She is -not- a horse. Not even close. Still. There's a certain satisfaction in teaching
Written By Leola
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:45 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
... I'm still bruised.
Lady Kima and I discussed the upcoming, likely, struggles. I'd assumed, when the Saiks marched, I would accompany them; I'm a fine horsewoman, and I can use a bow, I know the land and I can bind wounds well. I'd be an aid to them, I though. The Lady Kima decided to assist my training in such matters.
By chasing me around the yard with a staff while I learned to avoid it.
... how did I get bruises in those places?
Lady Kima and I discussed the upcoming, likely, struggles. I'd assumed, when the Saiks marched, I would accompany them; I'm a fine horsewoman, and I can use a bow, I know the land and I can bind wounds well. I'd be an aid to them, I though. The Lady Kima decided to assist my training in such matters.
By chasing me around the yard with a staff while I learned to avoid it.
... how did I get bruises in those places?
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