Written By Monique
Jan. 24, 2021, 2:16 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Alessia
Written By Lucrezia
Jan. 24, 2021, 1:20 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 24, 2021, 8:53 a.m.(10/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Once upon a time, I was bleeding out on the field of battle, near death. The good baron rode his horse straight across the field to pluck me from that fate, unfortunately I was too heavy and he fell off of the horse.
There's a certain 'what goes around, comes around' to this scenario. I attempted to pluck Baron Norwood from the water! Only to be pulled down as well. Really, this is probably symbolic of our entire relationship. Just endlessly tripping over one another while trying to commit good acts.
Written By Jan
Jan. 24, 2021, 3:57 a.m.(10/21/1014 AR)
Written By Alessia
Jan. 24, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(10/21/1014 AR)
Written By Sydney
Jan. 23, 2021, 10:31 p.m.(10/21/1014 AR)
To have two drastically different fights in one day was quite the treat - and what's more, I was able to learn a thing or two that should help me in combat going forward. Reach cannot be overstated, but a second weapon being added into the mix is something I clearly need more practice with. It shouldn't be so very different in theory from a fistfight, and yet it's an entirely different demon when there's sharp blades coming at you that you need not only dodge the impact of, but ensure that you're not caught by the backswing of. What in a fight would be a correct slap to the side of the head with a fist can easily become a gash on the side of the neck.
I will continue to learn, chasing the tail of the one I strive to be.
Written By Sunaia
Jan. 23, 2021, 9:47 p.m.(10/21/1014 AR)
It started with an impulsive decision to send a missive of welcome to a new-to-me member of the peerage. I haven't met them formally yet, but I think I'm going to drink my Westerly's weight in Deepwood cider ( or maybe a drink that's a better complement to garlic rolls. Now I'm hungry - and I don't think I even had a chance to try those oysters -- ) and listen to stories by tavern-inn-or-bar hearth until the early hours -- if I'm that lucky.
It started with an impulsive decision. A choice.
Seemingly inconsequential.
That led to the second impulse. The impulsive decision to put up a notice, last moment, asking to be an escort (-- read as looking for a reason) to attend the Eswynd Coral Ball. Why? Because being out and about at an event like that -- surrounded by peers and walls and expectations -- feels uncomfortable. Makes my skin feel tight. Makes me itch. Makes me want to run. It's a practice, like meditation, to choose to attend -- so have someone there, as a formality, a social anchor. In my case, I was incredibly lucky to have had a courtier respond to my notice. They were perfectly composed. Elegant in gold. Lucky for me. Less so for them. Less so for the unfortunate choice of trying to dance -- or worse -- for stepping on feet and elbowing sides and --
Well.
There's only room to improve as far as dancing is concerned.
For mending bridges too.
I hope.
Written By Piccola
Jan. 23, 2021, 7:14 p.m.(10/21/1014 AR)
The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Our sensations, feelings, insights and fancies are private; except through symbols and hearsay, they are incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves.
From family to nation, every human group is a society of islands.
Written By Amari
Jan. 23, 2021, 5:49 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)
The lesson is that you should always bring a change of clothes when you're adventuring, and be cautious around bodies of water while wearing full plate (or honeysilk, Lady Mabelle!). The other lesson is to beware of the wild tribe of Eadrics out there, setting lethal traps, eerily wailing at trespassers and worshiping bees. I'm not sure if they had ill intent, really, but I wish we could have spoken to them. I fear someone else might be hurt or killed by their traps.
At least we (after nearly falling prey to all manner of said traps), discovered a very intriguing relic in an old stone temple which I have a theory about. I also found another broken piece of pottery. When I have it reassembled, along with the vase from a previous expedition, I'll donate them both to Lady Mabelle for exhibition. They're both quite old, I think. I should consult a scholar. Are there any pottery scholars?
Written By Sorrel
Jan. 23, 2021, 5:21 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
Good drink!
Thank the Gods,
It's time to EAT!!!
So let it be!
Written By Haakon
Jan. 23, 2021, 3:17 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)
Goddess of Sea and Sky, Mistress of Wind and Water, Mother of Isles and Shore, hear your childer:
We give thanks for the stones in sea and soil, as pursuit of your bounty has left our hands deft.
We give thanks for your tempests, as storms leave us strong and bring us life.
We give thanks for your waters, in which we are born and to whose embrace we will one day return.
Rocks, and storms, and death defy
Praised be Mangata, of Sea and Sky
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 23, 2021, 12:51 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)
Written By Raven
Jan. 23, 2021, 11:23 a.m.(10/20/1014 AR)
Written By Ida
Jan. 23, 2021, 7:34 a.m.(10/20/1014 AR)
Written By Medeia
Jan. 23, 2021, 3:22 a.m.(10/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ripley
Whoever wins the auction is going to be incredibly lucky. I'm even a bit jealous!
Written By Baz
Jan. 23, 2021, 1:17 a.m.(10/19/1014 AR)
The scared black dog played at courage, roaming around in places that were familiar to him. He barked noble phrases in his mind like, “I’m doing it to protect you,” and, “this is for the greater good,” hiding the truth from his own tail which wagged happily behind him, unaware of the Fear.
But you can’t hide from Fear forever.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 22, 2021, 7:52 p.m.(10/19/1014 AR)
It's enough to make me want to procure a map of the city and fill it with points of interest, for I know if I don't plan ahead, my disadvantage will be marked.
Oh, I've worked plenty as a fighter, but seldom as a hunter or soldier, and never as a tactician. It should be fascinating to see how I fare. I hope to learn a great deal, indeed.
Written By Sorrel
Jan. 22, 2021, 7:02 p.m.(10/19/1014 AR)
And I think about these things for so much longer than they're actually relevant. So many of them are not actually relevant for long. They're just things that happened, and the other people involved have forgotten because it didn't matter that much to them. Or, even if they haven't forgotten, they certainly aren't letting it take up space in their heads.
There are things I wish I could have done differently, for certain. It's completely impossible to be perfect all the time. Sometimes I'm going to fail. But I have hope, and in hope, I shall continue to try to move forward. There's nothing else I can do.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 22, 2021, 4:08 p.m.(10/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lore
Written By Natasha
Jan. 22, 2021, 3:46 p.m.(10/18/1014 AR)
I left before witnessing the next slew of crucifixions, however. While it is normally anathema for me to depart before a sentence is carried to its full and final conclusion, I am afraid that there was no time to linger.
May the Sentinel's justice continue to prevail.
Justice before the sea.
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