Written By Ianthe
Nov. 20, 2016, 2:27 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
There is a reason that I don't try to involve myself overmuch in the personal affairs of others unless it is requested. If the result is offending one I considered a good friend, then I think I'm right that people should only be offered assistance if they ask.
Written By Lark
Nov. 20, 2016, 2:25 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
I’ve purchased a horse. A gelding. Very beautiful golden creature and gentle of demeanor. I don’t ride. It has never interested me and as it so happens, he cannot be ridden. The two of us crossed paths on one of my routine visits to a little plebeian boy whom I organized a new home for after the Tragedy in the lower boroughs. Although it has been several years, (My has he grown!) displaced children have a tendency to disappear if no one is keeping out a watchful eye. I know that too well.
At any rate, the poor thing was scheduled to be put out of his misery due to injury. (The horse, not the boy!) I happen to have it on the best authority that the issue can be remedied with time and patience. I’ve taken to calling him my little Pinenut.
At any rate, the poor thing was scheduled to be put out of his misery due to injury. (The horse, not the boy!) I happen to have it on the best authority that the issue can be remedied with time and patience. I’ve taken to calling him my little Pinenut.
Written By Alrec
Nov. 20, 2016, 2:07 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
My duchess has returned to the city. It seems my work is no longer so laid back. Her careless manner and thirst for excitement is not something I missed. But I did miss her just not the trouble she brings. I'll have to brief the guards on shadowing lesson and so she doesn't even know they are there.
Written By Alrec
Nov. 20, 2016, 2:05 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
A request for help from an old friend in his business. I think this might be worth doing and I will have to speak to my sailor to do this errand. It will pay off nicely.
Written By Kima
Nov. 20, 2016, 1:59 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Count Darkwater had delivered a sample of his Black Mountain coffee to me this morning. Between the messenger and one of the ever helpful servants of House Malvici, someone took the time to actually brew the blend and sought to gently wake me with its delicious aroma. Thus woken, I was treated to an enticingly hot beverage on a cold start to the day.
Written By Leola
Nov. 20, 2016, 1:54 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
I'm not precisely sure how ... I won an art competition. Against artists! I think perhaps the judges thought my entry was sweet. I don't know.
Five. Thousand. Silver. I ... FIVE THOUSAND SILVER. I could buy ... well. Almost anything. I could get a bow for that. I should get a bow.
Five. Thousand. Silver. I ... FIVE THOUSAND SILVER. I could buy ... well. Almost anything. I could get a bow for that. I should get a bow.
Written By Max
Nov. 20, 2016, 1:47 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
One love of my life never lets me down.
Coffee.
Always there. Always strong. Always black as the darkest night.
Thank the gods.
Coffee.
Always there. Always strong. Always black as the darkest night.
Thank the gods.
Written By Pietro
Nov. 20, 2016, 12:26 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
If you are not going to play the game BY THE RULES, you shouldn't play the game in the first place!
Now I'm going to have to go back through your white journals and see if you have any other poignant little messages for me, you rascal.
Now I'm going to have to go back through your white journals and see if you have any other poignant little messages for me, you rascal.
Written By Pietro
Nov. 20, 2016, 12:25 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
The most perfectly winsome and charming of any punch to the face I've ever taken.
Written By Talen
Nov. 20, 2016, 12:08 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Princess Isolde has been proposed to by Prince Darren and it happened during the Assembly. It seems she has made her condition; he must give her the stars in exchange for her hand.
Nothing short of this is acceptable, after all, for a Velenosa princess.
Nothing short of this is acceptable, after all, for a Velenosa princess.
Written By Talen
Nov. 20, 2016, noon(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
They call her the Black Widow, they say her touch can poison a man. Whether true or not, her mind is sharp and therefore as dangerous. The woman is not the girl she was years ago in Lenosia, for certain.
Written By Talen
Nov. 20, 2016, 11:57 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
The archduchess' desire for a cat has been curbed due to my snake, Hiss. If a lion is the next best thing, maybe I need a bigger serpent. Do basilisks exist?
Written By Cicero
Nov. 20, 2016, 11:27 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Bravery to try
Ice, Snow. So cold on the hands.
Sculpted to beauty
Ice, Snow. So cold on the hands.
Sculpted to beauty
Written By Leola
Nov. 20, 2016, 9:24 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
Lady Juliet Fidante, understanding I train both animals and people in better handling of such, asked for instruction. I was only too pleased to help, explaining and demonstrating how a falcon is directed with hand movements and food.
She seemed to find it all very amusing.
I didn't even know you could turn flower petals into a food.
She seemed to find it all very amusing.
I didn't even know you could turn flower petals into a food.
Written By Juliet
Nov. 20, 2016, 9:14 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
I don't think anyone's ever treated me like a -falcon- before.
Still, the lesson was very instructive. I have been trained well.
I'll be the best damn falcon Fidante ever had, if need be.
I will never stop giggling about this.
Still, the lesson was very instructive. I have been trained well.
I'll be the best damn falcon Fidante ever had, if need be.
I will never stop giggling about this.
Written By Yasmine
Nov. 20, 2016, 7:39 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)
Life is so exciting!
Written By Juliet
Nov. 20, 2016, 7:36 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)
Sometimes, just surrendering all your cares and worries to someone else, to become nothing more than a subject to be worked and soothed, is delightful.
Whispers are very good at making one forget the rest of the world.
Whispers are very good at making one forget the rest of the world.
Written By Max
Nov. 20, 2016, 6:15 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)
The Reach is finally restored. My father and brother had no use for it, but I see the value of a home to entertain in, a place to discuss things of an intimate nature, both personal and political.
I see the value in showing the city that the DarkWater are not just backisland pirates, bu that we have our own history stretching back to before most of these houses were founded.
How many houses can claim 1400 years of unbroken line, of a fortress never captured during the reckoning?
How many can claim to hold such distinction?
DarkWater - Black Mountain - The Redoubt. These names should be known, but my family ignored this city in favor of their own pursuits.
I will not let it be so.
I see the value in showing the city that the DarkWater are not just backisland pirates, bu that we have our own history stretching back to before most of these houses were founded.
How many houses can claim 1400 years of unbroken line, of a fortress never captured during the reckoning?
How many can claim to hold such distinction?
DarkWater - Black Mountain - The Redoubt. These names should be known, but my family ignored this city in favor of their own pursuits.
I will not let it be so.
Written By Victus
Nov. 20, 2016, 4:42 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)
The vast majority who lay claim to altruistic motives are either liars (to others or themselves or both) or just plain fools. As a practical matter, being selfish usually wins out, whether that's being selfish for yourself, or whichever House you represent.
Still, I'm forced to admit that there are some insane fuckers who somehow manage to disregard all the rules and still somehow come out not just fine, but on top. I'm a cynic, perhaps, but even I'll say that every rule has its exceptions.
Exactly who is which when you're in the middle of it, that's hard to tell, however. When the odds are two to one, even if you're being incredibly fucking generous, I know where my money's at.
Still, I'm forced to admit that there are some insane fuckers who somehow manage to disregard all the rules and still somehow come out not just fine, but on top. I'm a cynic, perhaps, but even I'll say that every rule has its exceptions.
Exactly who is which when you're in the middle of it, that's hard to tell, however. When the odds are two to one, even if you're being incredibly fucking generous, I know where my money's at.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 20, 2016, 12:02 a.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
[Serafine Velenosa attended the appointed transcribing time inebriated, and she didn't speak but she did sing-]
I had me a girl
Who taught me those things
A woman should know
Down, down on my knees.
I’d beg and I’d plead
To learn a little bit more.
Oh that woman taught me to pray,
I saw Elysium every day.
Gods, she could-
[it becomes crooning, the subject's eyes close-]
I, I had me a boy
Who buttoned me down.
Threw me a line
He, he washed me as clean
As a sinner could be.
Showed me the light,
Ooo that boy, he taught me to pray,
But for all of his spit-shinin’ ways
Gods, he could.
[More crooning-]
I had me a girl,
Like gray-wreathed smoke.
She came and she went,
I slipped through his hands
To my back door-man,
Under his chin.
Oh that woman taught me to pray
But for all her wandering ways
She could.
[Subject's eyes open, she smiled, and headed out the door]
[Scholar's note: She said she'd be back, the song is recognized as an old minstrel's poem set to music and popular among Velenosan soldiers.]
(ooc: 'I Had Me A Girl', by The Civil Wars, tweaked for theme)
I had me a girl
Who taught me those things
A woman should know
Down, down on my knees.
I’d beg and I’d plead
To learn a little bit more.
Oh that woman taught me to pray,
I saw Elysium every day.
Gods, she could-
[it becomes crooning, the subject's eyes close-]
I, I had me a boy
Who buttoned me down.
Threw me a line
He, he washed me as clean
As a sinner could be.
Showed me the light,
Ooo that boy, he taught me to pray,
But for all of his spit-shinin’ ways
Gods, he could.
[More crooning-]
I had me a girl,
Like gray-wreathed smoke.
She came and she went,
I slipped through his hands
To my back door-man,
Under his chin.
Oh that woman taught me to pray
But for all her wandering ways
She could.
[Subject's eyes open, she smiled, and headed out the door]
[Scholar's note: She said she'd be back, the song is recognized as an old minstrel's poem set to music and popular among Velenosan soldiers.]
(ooc: 'I Had Me A Girl', by The Civil Wars, tweaked for theme)
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