Written By Zakhar
May 15, 2021, 9:08 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
/Most of the journal appears to be burnt on the edges and is written rather quickly the readable parts/
Clive! Clint! Look you have to stop running away! Wow you really write everything down? Ha!
...
Fine here's the important bits. Orland and Savio should be praised more for their work with the medics.
Clive! Clint! Look you have to stop running away! Wow you really write everything down? Ha!
...
Fine here's the important bits. Orland and Savio should be praised more for their work with the medics.
Written By Kiera
May 15, 2021, 7:17 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabeau
the duchess and i are both committed to doing for others and diplomacy.it is my hope we can do much good together
Written By Deva
May 15, 2021, 6:11 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
It's so hard to accept help sometimes. I wish I had before. Not everything can or needs to be shouldered alone. What's the point if we don't help each other, anyway?
Written By Viviana
May 15, 2021, 6:04 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
Thankfully, certain teas can be both helpful in regard to preventing unplanned children and can be used as a hair rinse.
Terribly convenient.
Terribly convenient.
Written By Deva
May 15, 2021, 4:31 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
If I drown, Jasper will torture you with pranks forever and ever.
Written By Aconite
May 15, 2021, 1:05 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
Finally, seasons have passed and I have finally followed through on a desire I've had for a year. I couldn't have done it without help from Guildmistress Caprice, or Lady Narcissa or the many friends and teachers who have inspired this collection.
At the turn of summer I will complete my second vision. Though I have lost talent I have the potential for more to join me..
And then I will turn my attention to the sea. Good fortune doesn't wait for preparation..
I only hope that it will mean something..
At the turn of summer I will complete my second vision. Though I have lost talent I have the potential for more to join me..
And then I will turn my attention to the sea. Good fortune doesn't wait for preparation..
I only hope that it will mean something..
Written By Miraj
May 15, 2021, 11:30 a.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
My mother passed on to me two shining pieces of advice that have never, ever failed me. And I present them to the whites for if they have served me so well in the past, I'm sure they can serve someone else now.
First: Get yourself a good clarifying, detoxing shampoo from an apothecary.
Second: Be careful who you breed with.
First: Get yourself a good clarifying, detoxing shampoo from an apothecary.
Second: Be careful who you breed with.
Written By Amari
May 15, 2021, 11:06 a.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
I've painted something new for Veronica, my first work in quite some time. It's not the best, admittedly, but I tried. Hopefully this one won't go missing too. Who even steals paintings of donkeys? A very strange person, I should think.
Maybe I should attempt to paint new subjects. Uncle Norwood and his mules? Mules are close enough to donkeys that it shouldn't be too difficult. Jayus help me.
Maybe I should attempt to paint new subjects. Uncle Norwood and his mules? Mules are close enough to donkeys that it shouldn't be too difficult. Jayus help me.
Written By Bahiya
May 15, 2021, 9:55 a.m.(6/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Petraea
With the many reports that have come in, we have come to the conclusion that Arvani forces were a credit to their Compact and their peers. Many brilliant defenses, many astounding offenses; sacrifices were made on a grand scale, adaption to unexpected situations maneuvered with grace.
But the detail that has stood out to me time and time again, as one Ambassador from a nation foreign to these soils might see of another, it was Lady Petraea Livy and her collection of soldiers that have gone the most unremarked.
An ally who when called met the enemy of the Compact fearlessly, who lost people on the field and still fought on. Perhaps I am biased, perhaps I recognize only a small part of her greater gifts, but I felt the need to remark upon the bravery of the Cardian Ambassador Petraea Livy and the sacrifices she made. Though I do not know her, I suspect her efforts were understated, and that is a great shame.
But the detail that has stood out to me time and time again, as one Ambassador from a nation foreign to these soils might see of another, it was Lady Petraea Livy and her collection of soldiers that have gone the most unremarked.
An ally who when called met the enemy of the Compact fearlessly, who lost people on the field and still fought on. Perhaps I am biased, perhaps I recognize only a small part of her greater gifts, but I felt the need to remark upon the bravery of the Cardian Ambassador Petraea Livy and the sacrifices she made. Though I do not know her, I suspect her efforts were understated, and that is a great shame.
Written By Sydney
May 15, 2021, 8:43 a.m.(6/22/1015 AR)
Let's call it a dream.
I was a proud and noble cat, looking to stake out some new territory to call my own.
I happened upon a group of healthy kittens that were picking on a group of starving street kittens in an alleyway that I liked the look of. I didn't particularly care about them - I wanted the alley anyhow, but I figured I'd do a good deed while I was there. So I gave them a good thrashing, and then took the territory from the lot of them. The starving street kittens, I gave food and shelter. They were just happy not to fight anymore. Turns out, it belonged to a bunch of older cats who really owned that alley. They didn't care for me messing with their kittens. Those that I rescued told terrible stories of the many streets and many kittens under the claws of those cats, the ways they were mistreated and forced to fight, so I did what was natural: I gathered some other cats I like around me to fortify my new alleyway.
When those older cats sent tons of desperate new kittens to fight me, several of the cats on my side died, but it was worth it in the end, because I killed every single desperate kitten who set foot in my new alley.
A lot of cats and kittens died for it, but the important thing is that I kept my new alley.
What do you mean, is that it? That's the end of the dream. Why would there be more?
The alley endures.
I was a proud and noble cat, looking to stake out some new territory to call my own.
I happened upon a group of healthy kittens that were picking on a group of starving street kittens in an alleyway that I liked the look of. I didn't particularly care about them - I wanted the alley anyhow, but I figured I'd do a good deed while I was there. So I gave them a good thrashing, and then took the territory from the lot of them. The starving street kittens, I gave food and shelter. They were just happy not to fight anymore. Turns out, it belonged to a bunch of older cats who really owned that alley. They didn't care for me messing with their kittens. Those that I rescued told terrible stories of the many streets and many kittens under the claws of those cats, the ways they were mistreated and forced to fight, so I did what was natural: I gathered some other cats I like around me to fortify my new alleyway.
When those older cats sent tons of desperate new kittens to fight me, several of the cats on my side died, but it was worth it in the end, because I killed every single desperate kitten who set foot in my new alley.
A lot of cats and kittens died for it, but the important thing is that I kept my new alley.
What do you mean, is that it? That's the end of the dream. Why would there be more?
The alley endures.
Written By Erasmus
May 15, 2021, 8:29 a.m.(6/22/1015 AR)
Moments of quiet are where I find peace, idle chatter between new faces where you try to gauge one another, those are peaceful. It is in the rapid constant rush of the city that my mind begins to wander to simpler times. When faces weren't obscured by shadows. When smiles weren't met with uncertainty.
I remind myself that this isn't a dream every day. I am here for a reason, Limerance has made certain of that. I've sought guidance in his shrine but find myself walking away with the same questions. Why me? Why now?
I can only turn to the face of my family and hope to understand why, perhaps they'll show me the answer in their actions.
I remind myself that this isn't a dream every day. I am here for a reason, Limerance has made certain of that. I've sought guidance in his shrine but find myself walking away with the same questions. Why me? Why now?
I can only turn to the face of my family and hope to understand why, perhaps they'll show me the answer in their actions.
Written By Titus
May 15, 2021, 7:20 a.m.(6/22/1015 AR)
The banns recently were full of interesting items.
House Proscipi lost their Marquessa and much life and territory, but Lords Giorgi and Savio were raised to the nobility. As it’s spring, I’m reminded of Sangris and the offerings during the changes of the seasons at the altar of change. To smell the fresh flowers, fruits and incense as paper prayers and remembrances are offered up, we remember our promises to defend Sangris and ask the lady of change to help us continue to evolve to become stronger against our enemies, and thank those who have passed for their honourable service so that Sangris might live on long after their death. I will burn a written prayer for the fallen Proscipi, that Tremorus might gain strength with their memories held firmly.
There is a new guild master of the Crafters Guild, a Caprice Artiglio. I don’t know the name but that matters very little, the craft capability of Arx can’t be overstated in their capabilities. I’m not one to seek out art or fineries, but the Compact has an insatiable hunger to consume goods and I wish this person the best to lead the offerings for that beast.
The Kennex appointed lady Cecilia as the minister of public relations. This post seems like it’s diplomatic and political, I’m expecting to see lady Cecilia sometime in the future then.
Otherwise, it’s been an interesting week as I paid homage to the Goddess of War and offered up trophies from the Siege of Sangris to thank the Pravus, Graysons and Proscipi for their assistance. I also will close this with a statement I made to a friend:
Winning the battle is only one part. The more important part is winning and coming to a greater understanding as a person. If you gain this, it makes the actual battle nearly irrelevant in terms of glory. If you haven’t come to a greater understanding after the Battle at Pieros, Tremorus or the Siege at Sangris, then you’ve missed the opportunity and point. Beware wars simply for the sake of destroying, it’s a beast that has an unstable appetite and will consume you.
House Proscipi lost their Marquessa and much life and territory, but Lords Giorgi and Savio were raised to the nobility. As it’s spring, I’m reminded of Sangris and the offerings during the changes of the seasons at the altar of change. To smell the fresh flowers, fruits and incense as paper prayers and remembrances are offered up, we remember our promises to defend Sangris and ask the lady of change to help us continue to evolve to become stronger against our enemies, and thank those who have passed for their honourable service so that Sangris might live on long after their death. I will burn a written prayer for the fallen Proscipi, that Tremorus might gain strength with their memories held firmly.
There is a new guild master of the Crafters Guild, a Caprice Artiglio. I don’t know the name but that matters very little, the craft capability of Arx can’t be overstated in their capabilities. I’m not one to seek out art or fineries, but the Compact has an insatiable hunger to consume goods and I wish this person the best to lead the offerings for that beast.
The Kennex appointed lady Cecilia as the minister of public relations. This post seems like it’s diplomatic and political, I’m expecting to see lady Cecilia sometime in the future then.
Otherwise, it’s been an interesting week as I paid homage to the Goddess of War and offered up trophies from the Siege of Sangris to thank the Pravus, Graysons and Proscipi for their assistance. I also will close this with a statement I made to a friend:
Winning the battle is only one part. The more important part is winning and coming to a greater understanding as a person. If you gain this, it makes the actual battle nearly irrelevant in terms of glory. If you haven’t come to a greater understanding after the Battle at Pieros, Tremorus or the Siege at Sangris, then you’ve missed the opportunity and point. Beware wars simply for the sake of destroying, it’s a beast that has an unstable appetite and will consume you.
Written By Viviana
May 15, 2021, 6:33 a.m.(6/22/1015 AR)
Such enlightening thoughts. Each day, every time, I have Leila tell me of my newest protégé's philosophical conversations.
If he wonders why --
I'll suggest that he create a compendium.
Write a book.
Potent quotables.
If he wonders why --
I'll suggest that he create a compendium.
Write a book.
Potent quotables.
Written By Thea
May 14, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(6/21/1015 AR)
And there it is. I don't know how well I'm going to do, but I know I'm going to give it everything I have. And then some. I remember where I was born and how I was raised. I'm not worried, as I know I have people depending on me. As well as standing beside and behind.
Written By Cirroch
May 14, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(6/21/1015 AR)
I've heard some say that a journey is not worth having unless there is someone to share it with. This can be a friend, lover, spouse, even a frenemy. Maybe not an outright enemy, though I can see some journeys never starting without someone chasing you or someone to chase. Thus an enemy can create the journey as well.
Either direction that is sought, without that one alongside of you the journey can become very lonely, very quickly. Things that once made you happy will only remind you of the times that they chased you to that spot, that direction, a shared moment... all lost until you can be reunited with the one that gave you that moment.
Memories are fleeting. Laughter fades eventually.
Until its time to find another to offer for a chase, or dance, even to sit upon the ground and watch the flames lick at each other as the fire is tended to.
The point here, is to find who helps you be better than you are now. Then let the journey begin.
Either direction that is sought, without that one alongside of you the journey can become very lonely, very quickly. Things that once made you happy will only remind you of the times that they chased you to that spot, that direction, a shared moment... all lost until you can be reunited with the one that gave you that moment.
Memories are fleeting. Laughter fades eventually.
Until its time to find another to offer for a chase, or dance, even to sit upon the ground and watch the flames lick at each other as the fire is tended to.
The point here, is to find who helps you be better than you are now. Then let the journey begin.
Written By Volya
May 14, 2021, 8:03 p.m.(6/21/1015 AR)
Conversations with Existentialism
1: "Why does hate from strangers bother me so much?"
2: Well, they don't *you*. They can only hate the *idea* of you. Besides... it's unfair to the love around you to focus so much on a few angry voices."
1: "Why does hate from strangers bother me so much?"
2: Well, they don't *you*. They can only hate the *idea* of you. Besides... it's unfair to the love around you to focus so much on a few angry voices."
Written By Volya
May 14, 2021, 8 p.m.(6/21/1015 AR)
Conversations with Existentialism
1: "I guess the family legacy will end with me..."
2: "How sad and short sighted to reduce yourself and any legacy to that of reliance upon the blood. There are far greater things you can contribute to your kin's future. You can help build a foundation with creations and teachings that will ripple across time. You are more than a name."
1: "I guess the family legacy will end with me..."
2: "How sad and short sighted to reduce yourself and any legacy to that of reliance upon the blood. There are far greater things you can contribute to your kin's future. You can help build a foundation with creations and teachings that will ripple across time. You are more than a name."
Written By Bonnie
May 14, 2021, 6:21 p.m.(6/21/1015 AR)
I've been many moons at sea and naught anything has changed with Shepherd Manor when I arrived in Graypeak. My brother is just as welcoming as ever even after my hasty departure of leaving the first time to sail. I've never been one whom can stay on land for long before my heart quivers for the sea once more. However, I may stay longer then I anticipated. Many friendships have already blossomed and everyday I'm meeting more people that I hadn't before. Needless to say Arx isn't all that bad and I'm hoping to make sure my brother is fruitful in his endeavor of being Duke. Can't be all bad I suppose?
Written By Gael
May 14, 2021, 2:47 p.m.(6/21/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
You might never read this, but,
Shard,
When I first joined your band, the world saw us and the company for what we were: a manifestation of ambition girded with weapons. Everyone in our group, when I entered, had a clear dream and aspiration; and about half of those who did then had the arms and desire to shape them, to make them real. We weren't unique, far from outstanding, not even particularly dangerous if we're giving our old selves a good look in the eye without lie.
But we've made it this far.
After many doors shut in our face. The attempts at haggling and wrying for good deals that ended up crumbling them altogether. The spitting. So much spitting. It is a cold world and we dared to warm our own damn selves, and you taught us how. Thus far, we have succeeded, in no small part to the legacy you laid out before leaving us.
Contracts under our belt, contracts on the horizon, they are blurring together. A culture of success has started to wash over the Valorous Few and you have good reason to be proud of when you once commanded it, because it is in no small part because of you, Shard.
Maybe we won't even look half-bad and like one sorry lot when you're back to take command.
You take care now.
Shard,
When I first joined your band, the world saw us and the company for what we were: a manifestation of ambition girded with weapons. Everyone in our group, when I entered, had a clear dream and aspiration; and about half of those who did then had the arms and desire to shape them, to make them real. We weren't unique, far from outstanding, not even particularly dangerous if we're giving our old selves a good look in the eye without lie.
But we've made it this far.
After many doors shut in our face. The attempts at haggling and wrying for good deals that ended up crumbling them altogether. The spitting. So much spitting. It is a cold world and we dared to warm our own damn selves, and you taught us how. Thus far, we have succeeded, in no small part to the legacy you laid out before leaving us.
Contracts under our belt, contracts on the horizon, they are blurring together. A culture of success has started to wash over the Valorous Few and you have good reason to be proud of when you once commanded it, because it is in no small part because of you, Shard.
Maybe we won't even look half-bad and like one sorry lot when you're back to take command.
You take care now.
Written By Giada
May 14, 2021, 8:13 a.m.(6/20/1015 AR)
Surely not related to anything at all, but bitter truths make life infinitely more interesting.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.