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)
Written By Alis
Nov. 19, 2016, 10:41 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Lord Victus and Count Darkwater sure do say 'Fuck' a lot. I shall have to find out if that is a thing of Thraxians in general, or those two in particular. Lord Wyrmguard seemed to have little trouble fitting in. Whereas I, in full steel armor after the meeting outside the city gates, stuck out like a sore thumb. A tiny sore thumb.
In all a productive meeting I think. We shall make sure that our merchants sell needed supplies to Thrax Quartermaster's at fair prices. If needed, basic supplies at cost until increased patrols are no longer needed.
Somewhat an awkward exit, however. Because I had perhaps partaken of more alcohol then I ought to. And perhaps the toast to fucking, that led to the offer and counter-offers of a walk home. I certainly hope I caused neither gentlemen any offence, but it seemed prudent to just send a messenger to the manor and have someone come to meet me instead of taking up either offer. Diplomacy is more difficult then it appears. I prefer the battlefield.
I also look forward to singing the song I heard at the Ebb and Flow, at breakfast, to help wake up Edain.
In all a productive meeting I think. We shall make sure that our merchants sell needed supplies to Thrax Quartermaster's at fair prices. If needed, basic supplies at cost until increased patrols are no longer needed.
Somewhat an awkward exit, however. Because I had perhaps partaken of more alcohol then I ought to. And perhaps the toast to fucking, that led to the offer and counter-offers of a walk home. I certainly hope I caused neither gentlemen any offence, but it seemed prudent to just send a messenger to the manor and have someone come to meet me instead of taking up either offer. Diplomacy is more difficult then it appears. I prefer the battlefield.
I also look forward to singing the song I heard at the Ebb and Flow, at breakfast, to help wake up Edain.
Written By Calista
Nov. 19, 2016, 10:17 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vercyn
The Wolf of the North is an impressive man who is not easily persuaded. He has taught me much about life in the North and expect him to continue teaching me valuable lessons one could only gain through experience. I find myself quite enthralled by his presence. How could I not?
Written By Calista
Nov. 19, 2016, 10:08 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
An interesting man but it is clear we share nothing in common. I'm so very thankful Gemecitta is also represented by Lady Sylvie.
Written By Hana
Nov. 19, 2016, 9:22 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
In all my travels with my mother's trade caravan, I learned many techniques for working metal. Even rubicund and diamondplate. But I've never had a shop of my own, a place to improve my craft. Knowing how to work rubicund and knowing how best to balance a sword made of it are wildly different tasks, after all.
And now I have a shop. My own space! A place to work and sell things, where I can finally improve my skills. Ida says that there will be plenty of customers for rubicund weaponry, as soon as I'm ready to sell it. I hope that can prove enough of an income...
And now I have a shop. My own space! A place to work and sell things, where I can finally improve my skills. Ida says that there will be plenty of customers for rubicund weaponry, as soon as I'm ready to sell it. I hope that can prove enough of an income...
Written By Sabella
Nov. 19, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
My romantic journey continues, setting my heart afire and sending tingles down my spine. My muscular figure surprised me with a gift. If he was attempting to impress me, he has succeeded. I wait with bated breath for our next meeting. As the time ticks by, the raging storm of affection echoes through the starry night sky, urging lovers every where to become one, once again.
Written By Dagon
Nov. 19, 2016, 6:27 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I've come to spend a decent amount of time with the Princess as of late, and I suspect that I will need to spend more time with her. Her company is not unwelcome and she can make time pass far quicker than if I was to just swing my sword around for a while for some training. I think that's a good thing? I look forward to getting to know mor about her in the future.
Written By Augustus
Nov. 19, 2016, 1:58 p.m.(2/28/1005 AR)
Prince Donrai and Prince Augustus organising a wedding.
Sure. Get the two ancient widowers to try and remember what a wedding looks like. Sounds about right.
Where am I going to get a dozen pints of pigs blood in winter?
Sure. Get the two ancient widowers to try and remember what a wedding looks like. Sounds about right.
Where am I going to get a dozen pints of pigs blood in winter?
Written By Aldwin
Nov. 19, 2016, 9:49 a.m.(2/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
While everyone is growing dire and concerned, Fortunato Grayhope has reminded me of what is good and joyful in life.
Puppies.
I have a painting of a plethora of puppies.
Puppies.
I have a painting of a plethora of puppies.
Written By Silas
Nov. 19, 2016, 5:45 a.m.(2/27/1005 AR)
So many things to do, yet there are only so many hours in the day...
Written By Donella
Nov. 19, 2016, 12:46 a.m.(2/27/1005 AR)
Did you think me your enemy all along, when I only ever adored you? You alone, who could understand me? You had everything I wanted... And now I will never be able to show you what was in my heart, nor to tell you that I would have taken nothing away from you. You've ruined everything! I do not know how to purge this ache in my heart, but I cannot even shed tears.
Written By Aislin
Nov. 18, 2016, 10:06 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
And so the doors are thrown open, secret histories and hidden villains tossed out into the streets for all to see.
It's a relief, in many ways.
Those of us who have been out in the wilds, those of us who have traveled the less-settled parts of Arvum, we've long known that there was more to the world than most would believe. Or even more than most would want to hear; such things are often dismissed as stories, myths.
But the facts of our history are out there to be found. Carved into the walls of ancient ruined fortresses, written into the surviving scraps of ancient journals. Records of ancient betrayals and alliances. Hints of wars fought with things greater than any weapon we could now forge.
How much have we forgotten? How much have we lost?
Those questions are no small part of what has always driven me on my expeditions into the wilds.
I want so badly to believe that the darkness responsible cannot survive out in the open, now that the secrets are exposed. That the architects of so much pain will be unmasked and brought to justice for their crimes.
But perhaps most of all, I want the chance to piece the lost and scattered fragments of our history -- our true history -- back together again.
And gods willing, we're taking the first steps on that road.
It's a relief, in many ways.
Those of us who have been out in the wilds, those of us who have traveled the less-settled parts of Arvum, we've long known that there was more to the world than most would believe. Or even more than most would want to hear; such things are often dismissed as stories, myths.
But the facts of our history are out there to be found. Carved into the walls of ancient ruined fortresses, written into the surviving scraps of ancient journals. Records of ancient betrayals and alliances. Hints of wars fought with things greater than any weapon we could now forge.
How much have we forgotten? How much have we lost?
Those questions are no small part of what has always driven me on my expeditions into the wilds.
I want so badly to believe that the darkness responsible cannot survive out in the open, now that the secrets are exposed. That the architects of so much pain will be unmasked and brought to justice for their crimes.
But perhaps most of all, I want the chance to piece the lost and scattered fragments of our history -- our true history -- back together again.
And gods willing, we're taking the first steps on that road.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 18, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
I was introduced to this thing called a pastry. It had some spicy element to it, but was very sweet. Does not blend well with whiskey. Whiskey and coffee, however - well, that's a different story. That combination is marvelous. I was also asked if I ate whiskey in addition to drinking it. If only I could Joscelin, if only I could.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:45 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
Hypothetically, a Guild could, if they had their hands in the trading contacts, pacts, agreements, etc., be the best ones to begin the process of storing food and supplies.
Hypothetically, they'd already be working on it.
Hypothetically.
Hypothetically, they'd already be working on it.
Hypothetically.
Written By Ianthe
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:40 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
*Mistress Artusio spends a solid few minutes laughing.*
Fucking artists. More drama there than you will find on any stage. I’m convinced that being able to create beauty comes with a specific type of temperament.
This is why I turned Josie down when she asked me to be her Voice.
Also, I hate responsibility.
But wanting to keep my sanity was definitely ranked up there in the reasons to decline.
Fucking artists. More drama there than you will find on any stage. I’m convinced that being able to create beauty comes with a specific type of temperament.
This is why I turned Josie down when she asked me to be her Voice.
Also, I hate responsibility.
But wanting to keep my sanity was definitely ranked up there in the reasons to decline.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
Growing up, I was a shy, reserved child, made so by the premature death of my mother and the neglect of my father, which left my upbringing in the hands of servants, tutors, and the periods of affection I would reserve from members of the extended family. Because I was quiet and often unnoticed, I learned to watch, to look for patterns in the way people conduct themselves. As I grew older, I learned further how to spot times when this varies.
It was a useful skill as a child and became even more valuable as an adult.
Now, I turn my observations on the world around, made different over night by the realization that the tales and stories of the past weren’t just fanciful re-telling of mundane events but they carried truth. Here is what I see:
Systematically, nearly every mature leader of the Houses of Compact has been eliminated. House Velenosa, House Valardin, and House Redrain are led by young leaders who aren’t as tested as their elders were. Even in the minor Houses, there seem to be more young leaders than old. The King sleeps and Lady Dawn is now Regent. Instability is sewn into the very Houses of the Compact .
Messengers dead. Ships disappeared. Communication is being cut off, but, if you think of this as a war, so are supply lines. We must remember what Arx was, why this city was built. It was created to withstand a siege. I promise that our enemies have not forgotten the city’s purpose. What would they not do to undermine it?
I see our leaders thinking in terms of soldiers, but an army lives on communication and on its belly. We court defeat if we forget the practical matters in favor of the martial.
It was a useful skill as a child and became even more valuable as an adult.
Now, I turn my observations on the world around, made different over night by the realization that the tales and stories of the past weren’t just fanciful re-telling of mundane events but they carried truth. Here is what I see:
Systematically, nearly every mature leader of the Houses of Compact has been eliminated. House Velenosa, House Valardin, and House Redrain are led by young leaders who aren’t as tested as their elders were. Even in the minor Houses, there seem to be more young leaders than old. The King sleeps and Lady Dawn is now Regent. Instability is sewn into the very Houses of the Compact .
Messengers dead. Ships disappeared. Communication is being cut off, but, if you think of this as a war, so are supply lines. We must remember what Arx was, why this city was built. It was created to withstand a siege. I promise that our enemies have not forgotten the city’s purpose. What would they not do to undermine it?
I see our leaders thinking in terms of soldiers, but an army lives on communication and on its belly. We court defeat if we forget the practical matters in favor of the martial.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 18, 2016, 4:09 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
When I first met Lady Kima, she did an amazing job at- (more elegantly described) implementing a phallus blockade. She also persuaded me to not get a weapon, and now I am more confused than ever! I wish her well on her morning after- regarding her aching head. Others might have been upset, but- I am gladdened to have met her. Perhaps we will meet again when she is in a less inebriated condition.
Written By Cara
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:47 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Why does no one ever ask me to research something nice?
I could write a lovely paper on tea varietals.
I could write a lovely paper on tea varietals.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:16 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
I know I'm told not to trust a Thraxian further than I can spit in their eye, but damn if I don't bond well with them. I guess they're all soldiers at heart even if some of 'em may dismiss me as a woman. (Not that the ones I've met have mind you).
He's seen his share of shit, the Count of Blackwater. And he's a sailor first and a noble second; gotta respect that. He's like a kindred spirit with really fucking good rum and an underlying feeling we're all screwed.
He's seen his share of shit, the Count of Blackwater. And he's a sailor first and a noble second; gotta respect that. He's like a kindred spirit with really fucking good rum and an underlying feeling we're all screwed.
Written By Max
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:09 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
I don't give in to fear.
I do not let my emotions show on my features.
I do not engage in panic or in useless flailing.
But if I was the kind of man to engage in such things?
If I were?
The concept of an enemy so powerful and so present, so well informed and well armed, that they could simultaneously kill almost every land based messenger, from trade caravan to single man running through the forests he knows like back of his own hand?
While concurrently sinking a half dozen ships, individually, on the high seas?
To do this and leave no witnesses, no obvious clues?
Well.
If I was a man given to fear.
I might be afraid.
I do not let my emotions show on my features.
I do not engage in panic or in useless flailing.
But if I was the kind of man to engage in such things?
If I were?
The concept of an enemy so powerful and so present, so well informed and well armed, that they could simultaneously kill almost every land based messenger, from trade caravan to single man running through the forests he knows like back of his own hand?
While concurrently sinking a half dozen ships, individually, on the high seas?
To do this and leave no witnesses, no obvious clues?
Well.
If I was a man given to fear.
I might be afraid.
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