Written By Talen
Sept. 25, 2016, 8:17 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Luca, why. Why, Luca. You're the duellist, the champion - you're specialised in fencing, even. Where were you this past competition? I hope Ophelia had you indisposed at an impromptu tea-party and you were denied any such alcoholic beverage you were fantasising over in place of nettle soup and roasted fowl.
It's your turn at the next public tournament, your highness. I'm going to have conveniently taken extra shifts at the archduchess' side right around the time the next one is held.
You'll have no choice.
It's your turn at the next public tournament, your highness. I'm going to have conveniently taken extra shifts at the archduchess' side right around the time the next one is held.
You'll have no choice.
Written By Talen
Sept. 25, 2016, 8:09 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
A prince of the Thrax and one of the few competitors at the fencing competition actually worth their salt. As well as the ships they build, the islanders breed good warriors.
It's no wonder why the Velenosa-Thrax alliances are often strong. Pretty, smart women and strong, bold men oft make good matches and it helps that fat merchant vessels need well-armed military galleons to escort them.
Perhaps he'll earn himself a bride from within the Lyceum someday. Either way, he's begun to earn my respect.
It's no wonder why the Velenosa-Thrax alliances are often strong. Pretty, smart women and strong, bold men oft make good matches and it helps that fat merchant vessels need well-armed military galleons to escort them.
Perhaps he'll earn himself a bride from within the Lyceum someday. Either way, he's begun to earn my respect.
Written By Talen
Sept. 25, 2016, 8:02 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Master Silas of the Iron Guard keeps cropping up in all the oddest places. From tourneys to the crafter's row and now in hosting a fencing competition.
I attended with Duke Niccolo in my capacity as Sword for House Velenosa and although it did not require me to be there I found myself playing the game of being a good little wanna-be knight.
I didn't even throw sand in anyone's face. Aren't you proud, father?
I attended with Duke Niccolo in my capacity as Sword for House Velenosa and although it did not require me to be there I found myself playing the game of being a good little wanna-be knight.
I didn't even throw sand in anyone's face. Aren't you proud, father?
Written By Freja
Sept. 25, 2016, 7:42 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I had once commissioned a sword from the smith, at my brother's silver and suggestion. It still sings true against others in spars, and I only hope to get to use it against some shavs some day. For now, I find myself seeing more and more of Ida and it is a welcome change to my usual routine. Lacking physical strength in exchange for the speed I have cultivated, a woman of her prowess marvels me. She has three children full grown, a booming business, and is still bettering herself and living life? I always thought of children as the end. A dismal one at that. She is surely a woman to admire, evidence that you aren't tying your own noose with such a thing. Hell, she knows how to have fun better than most.
Written By Cara
Sept. 25, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
What a charming man. Very intellectual and seemingly concerned with the greater good -- or at least, that is the particular tactic he has chosen to advance. Perhaps something useful will come of the acquaintance.
Written By Dagon
Sept. 25, 2016, 7:22 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
I believe the fencing competition held by Sir Silas was quite the success. Even if I did not win, I am rather pleased by my showing. I had put some of my training to the side to handle other business and to prepare myself more for the future. Now? Now I will continue my training and perhaps do even better the next time there is any sort of competition.
Prince Fergus is the one I will need to try and have a rematch with some day. He had the better of me yesterday unfortunately. Credit where credit is due, the man is talented with a blade.
Prince Fergus is the one I will need to try and have a rematch with some day. He had the better of me yesterday unfortunately. Credit where credit is due, the man is talented with a blade.
Written By Isolde
Sept. 25, 2016, 7:18 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Occasionally, you have a crystalline moment where the world seems to take shape, and you feel satisfied with your understanding, with the natural order of things. You feel as if your every breath satisfies you.
And then, you have weeks like this.
The good. The bad. The mysterious. The understandable. I'll take it all, but never let me ever hear myself say my life is boring.
And then, you have weeks like this.
The good. The bad. The mysterious. The understandable. I'll take it all, but never let me ever hear myself say my life is boring.
Written By Margot
Sept. 25, 2016, 6:25 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
A tea companion with whom conversation is interesting and has lead down some interesting rabbit holes.
We are both much alike in our positions in many regards and both so unalike otherwise.
We are both much alike in our positions in many regards and both so unalike otherwise.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 25, 2016, 6:23 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
I'm not sure what to make of this man. Stiff, noble, and ... uncertain? Hard to tell.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 25, 2016, 6:15 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Aureth Grayhope has lingered at the edges of my circles for a long while now, but I had the chance to actually speak to him today.
The man likes his coffee.
The man likes his coffee.
Written By Aureth
Sept. 25, 2016, 6:14 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Warm, talented, generous ... and she fed me and gave me coffee. Who charms the charmer?
Really.
Mistress Arterius has agreed to make me a set of carnelian buttons in exchange for a reading. I promised her that it would be thorough. She showed me the image of a ring she made based on a dream. It's been a long time since I interpreted a dream ... my own or anyone else's; it just hasn't been the vogue, and I am nothing if not thwarted by style.
I might need to do some dreaming for this one in the future, though ...
Really.
Mistress Arterius has agreed to make me a set of carnelian buttons in exchange for a reading. I promised her that it would be thorough. She showed me the image of a ring she made based on a dream. It's been a long time since I interpreted a dream ... my own or anyone else's; it just hasn't been the vogue, and I am nothing if not thwarted by style.
I might need to do some dreaming for this one in the future, though ...
Written By Aureth
Sept. 25, 2016, 5:44 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Lola
Blushes prettily when teased. Cleaned honey off of Hammar's beard this morning. He said he'd like to lap at her like a kitten. I could give worse relationship advice.
Young enough to be my daughter. When did that happen?
Young enough to be my daughter. When did that happen?
Written By Aureth
Sept. 25, 2016, 5:42 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
Enormous and lonely. When I look at him I think of what it would be like to live without my wits, except that I think that without my wits, I would simply be dead in a gutter somewhere, most likely.
I read a card for him for free. The Queen of Spades.
If there is a woman for him, she is a kinder and more patient soul than I. Although of course, many people are.
I read a card for him for free. The Queen of Spades.
If there is a woman for him, she is a kinder and more patient soul than I. Although of course, many people are.
Written By Hammar
Sept. 25, 2016, 5:23 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Hammar hear people train at Training Center, so Hammar go see who want whack. Hammar think no one want fight, but then Duke Niccolo say he want fight. Duke Niccolo big important, so Hammar excite! Duke Niccolo hit Hammar hard a couple time, but Hammar whack hardest. Duke Niccolo tell Lady Dawn Hammar good fight, so Lady happy, Hammar Happy.
Written By Kima
Sept. 25, 2016, 5:04 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
I know that this is a service to the gods, the Compact, and history itself, but sometimes I cannot help but cringe at the sheer banality of it. 'Dear Journal, today I ate porridge.' 'Lady Felatia's shoes were pretty. I am jealous.' B A N A L.
Yet what am I doing? Engaging in the same process, dulling the mind of the hapless reader of these entries. If my scholar has grey hair, it is not for the more exciting entries, it is because sheer boredom is draining the life out of the man. Is it wrong to want my every word to drip as though the ink were instead gold? When you are your center - and everyone is their own center, never doubt - no, this is not unusual, or even indicative of serious narcissism.
I sparred with my brother today, to the viewing pleasure of Duke Niccolo, Lady Aislin, and even Hammar. Of course he lost. His talent lies elsewhere, though this is not to say Eos is not an accomplished swordsman. Also, there is something peaceful in having your own brother as a sparring partner. There may be those who claim that it won't do much to improve ones skills if you can fall into a predictable rhythm, but they can- well, I digress. The importance of sparring, of practice, is to become intimately familiar with forms and routine.
Why else do I find myself employed again and again as an instructor for those youths wishing to learn the sword?
To conclude today's uninspired ramble: I know that actual battle is not predictable, or routine. It's piss-your-pants-fear and the wild rush of adrenaline. It's stupid luck, so that even the peasant with a well-placed pitch fork might unseat an armed and armored knight. I wonder why there isn't a goddess amongst the pantheon that is a flec?
Maybe that's one of Tehom's aspects. I shall have to ask one more learned than I.
Yet what am I doing? Engaging in the same process, dulling the mind of the hapless reader of these entries. If my scholar has grey hair, it is not for the more exciting entries, it is because sheer boredom is draining the life out of the man. Is it wrong to want my every word to drip as though the ink were instead gold? When you are your center - and everyone is their own center, never doubt - no, this is not unusual, or even indicative of serious narcissism.
I sparred with my brother today, to the viewing pleasure of Duke Niccolo, Lady Aislin, and even Hammar. Of course he lost. His talent lies elsewhere, though this is not to say Eos is not an accomplished swordsman. Also, there is something peaceful in having your own brother as a sparring partner. There may be those who claim that it won't do much to improve ones skills if you can fall into a predictable rhythm, but they can- well, I digress. The importance of sparring, of practice, is to become intimately familiar with forms and routine.
Why else do I find myself employed again and again as an instructor for those youths wishing to learn the sword?
To conclude today's uninspired ramble: I know that actual battle is not predictable, or routine. It's piss-your-pants-fear and the wild rush of adrenaline. It's stupid luck, so that even the peasant with a well-placed pitch fork might unseat an armed and armored knight. I wonder why there isn't a goddess amongst the pantheon that is a flec?
Maybe that's one of Tehom's aspects. I shall have to ask one more learned than I.
Written By Samantha
Sept. 25, 2016, 2:56 p.m.(9/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
She spent a great deal of time training with Duke Gabriel when we were children and I was living under his roof. She was my first female friend and today one of my staunchest supporters in my efforts to rebuild my house and speak for the common people.
Written By Samantha
Sept. 25, 2016, 2:51 p.m.(9/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gabriel
He rescued me when I was a little girl, and in the early years after, I was effectively his ward. He didn't necessarily have a lot to do with me directly but he's always been passingly fond of me, and spent much of my early childhood as part of his household before returning to Old Oak to to learn how to rule it as Marquessa. As far as I can remember, he is the closest thing to a father figure that I have. I am grateful, I want him to be proud...a part of me wishes I actually was his daughter.
Written By Sylvie
Sept. 25, 2016, 2:46 p.m.(9/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
His Highness, Prince Fergus Redrain, is quite the impressive figure. His win at the dueling tournament proves his skill with the blade, even if it still leaves me with the question of why he would tie the peace knot to it.
A man's skill should never go wasted.
I am also relieved that my Lord Valkieri Rubino bested the best. They certainly are two of a kind.
Why am I always surrounded by gruff, tempered men? I do believe I saw the Prince almost smile once, though.
A man's skill should never go wasted.
I am also relieved that my Lord Valkieri Rubino bested the best. They certainly are two of a kind.
Why am I always surrounded by gruff, tempered men? I do believe I saw the Prince almost smile once, though.
Written By Darren
Sept. 25, 2016, 2:45 p.m.(9/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Princess Isolde is a fine person.
Written By Darren
Sept. 25, 2016, 2:43 p.m.(9/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Mistress Joscelin came highly recommended to me by her patron, Lady Dawn. She's made a couple of pieces for me now, but her latest creation is by far some of her finest work. Here's hoping that it will be well received.
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