Written By Cristoph
June 19, 2021, 8:12 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
Written By Gael
June 19, 2021, 5:16 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)
Only that spiders don't have necks, as I sadly came to learn today.
Taking the help of two sellswords from the Few, I decided to find the root of spiders and learn where it is they hail from. We tracked their skittering through alleyways, we followed their webbings as best we could, seeing traces of small arachnids along the way. Crawling out of holes, hanging off of many corners built in the surrounding gables of houses and the like. Strangely enough, it all led to the Queen of Ending's Shrine, yet not exactly it, but a small cottage seemingly slovenly and abandoned not too far from its street. We went in to check, but only upon realizing the door was more of an abandoned, unhinged slat vaguely wedged into the entryway's frame than any real door at all.
The nest of spiders inside was a pit of earth wreathed in white. At its rim were thin filaments as we walked in, each which listed about at even the slightest suggestion of a breeze. Marching the two sellswords inward, me at the rear thank the Gods, the webbing begun to take a sort of civilized shape, as though we were walking in from wintery hinterland, the recency of its creation apparent in its tight trappings: small critter-sized cocoons of all sorts, each which showed no sign of life, all bound snug in the hangars of white silos and planes like morsels lost upon a pale rug. As we're aghast seeing it all, a black shadow sauntered up from behind the veiled domicile, coming to the fore with its legs squatting defilade, its head crouched beyond them as though the foul cretin had been gated by its own stride. I swear some tiny creature's limb was sucking in and out from its moving and clickity-clicking mandibles like some macabre pacifier as it just 'stood' there, looking at us with a strangely naive and many-eyed gleam of expectance. The biggest spider I had ever seen in my life.
We had come to the right place. And just like that, we left it.
All sense of cohesion in our impromptu squad was broken faster than a speeding bolt, the fools with me discarded even their swords and shields as though we had been out on some battlefield, running. Running quick and down towards the Lowers, careful to avoid the same paths and sidewinder of roads we used to get to our mark as we had, fearing perhaps that this newfound enemy would somehow follow them to their own homes. I myself took to a brisk jog back to the forge.
And renewed my oath not to mess with these spiders that are resolved not to be fucked with.
Written By Raimon
June 19, 2021, 1:48 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)
A walking mountain stalks the chain,
winged horrors 'pon it dive.
With thunder-ings of fiery breath,
its mountains come alive!
Its people, torn by war and strife,
bequeathed yet one more doom.
Between the mountains' lava breath,
And blood-red waters' spume.
A horror lurches 'cross the Deeps,
A vast and dread-full Beast.
The streets run red with offered blood
as winged fiends swoop and feast.
What succor 'gainst this massive threat
can Saffron hope to find?
What hopes unlooked-for can be called
and 'gainst the Dark aligned?
Written By Ryhalt
June 19, 2021, 12:06 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)
Written By Viviana
June 18, 2021, 10:49 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
Written By Raimon
June 18, 2021, 10:30 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
Life and Death the colors there!
Fresh greens and yellows wash ashore, and
gasp for breath in salty air.
Pallid are the hues asunder:
Fractured mollusks, shattered crabs
Bleached - white are the bones and sinews,
skyward one lone gull-wing stabs. . . .
Written By Aella
June 18, 2021, 6:52 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
My focus has been on building relationships with other houses. And learning more about the finer points of being a leader within the Compact. Neither of those things were accomplished when I attempted to run the Telmar gauntlet. Don't talk to me about hurdles. Charity. Talk to me about charity. I've been working with Duchess Isabeau and Princess Jerrica and Duke Malcolm on things for the Heart in Hand. We have a public gathering coming up. Should be a chance to meet likeminded folk.
Written By Cesare
June 18, 2021, 6:29 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
5. Beware of swinging a pan in close quarters.
6. Orland hits back.
Written By Alessia
June 18, 2021, 6:06 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
Written By Lyra
June 18, 2021, 4:43 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
Messire Claude and Messere Cufre should be much praised for all they have done.
One box I bought as I completed my collection /did/ contain a figurine from the next set which are to be released, and I have tucked it carefully away. Dragons are such rare creatures.
Written By Zakhar
June 18, 2021, 8:39 a.m.(9/6/1015 AR)
1. Pay attention to your surroundings. A wave can come out of any which direction. What might be seen as amusing on one day can easily make the rest of your trip sour.
2. The locals can be a lot more fun if you take the first step to introduce yourself.
3. If the pan is a swinging, everyone else should learn to duck
4. New friends are great, though watch for those that you've known longer.
Written By Cambria
June 17, 2021, 10:31 p.m.(9/5/1015 AR)
Written By Noah
June 17, 2021, 8:59 p.m.(9/5/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Elizabetha
Written By Tanith
June 17, 2021, 8:40 p.m.(9/5/1015 AR)
Tonight, I delivered her of her own children; she's a young mother as some of them go, but she's experienced where it counts, with older siblings with kids of their own. Janice has a pair of twins, resting up with a Harlequin to tend her with the rest of her family. It's a strange feeling, it always is, to complete the circle like that; delivering a generation into another. It feels like an honor, something sacred, to witness it around and again. Sometimes, I hold these sweet, squalling bairns and wonder if they were someone I knew before. Maybe a cousin that died, or patron in my bar, or a grizzled ol' dockworker-midwife gone some seven years now. Not that we're meant to know, but as I swaddle them and give them to their mothers, I wonder about it. It's a miracle every time, and still I wonder.
Written By Tanith
June 17, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(9/5/1015 AR)
This weekend I'm getting a bit of a break and taking the husband with me fishing.
What? I like fishing and so does he. Raymesin's better at it than I am, you should have seen the floppers he'd get out of the harbor, and it's even better when you can share your catch. Maybe it isn't romantic to anyone else but us, but we haven't been able to do that before. I'm looking forward to it.
Written By Medeia
June 17, 2021, 7:18 p.m.(9/5/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cesare
Written By Savio
June 17, 2021, 10:09 a.m.(9/4/1015 AR)
And I did not like that bird
It shat on everything I love
Whole house full of turds
He left me to deal with it
While he went off to work
Day and night, nonstop noise
That sparrow was a jerk
I left it for two seconds
And it got into all my food
Maybe I over-reacted
But that animal was rude
I beat it up and threw it out
I'd absolutely had enough
Go back to your stupid woods!
Stop ruining my stuff!
My man tracked it down again
(I did not agree)
And came back with a box of gold
"The sparrow blessed us, see?"
Unlikely in the highest
Cause I knew that thing was bad
But I decided to go also
I'd figure out its evil plan
Why do birds have baskets?!
I told you this was wrong
But I took a basket anyway
I wanted to get gone
My basket was full of nightmares
And my last final words
Were "You know I hate these monsters --
But at least it's not more birds."
Written By Thea
June 17, 2021, 9:35 a.m.(9/4/1015 AR)
Written By Piccola
June 17, 2021, 8:07 a.m.(9/4/1015 AR)
Written By Malcolm
June 17, 2021, 3:19 a.m.(9/4/1015 AR)
How did all those birds manage to shove monsters in a basket?
Clever lot of birds, sparrows are.
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