Written By Patrizio
Feb. 7, 2021, 9:11 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
The Bravura exclusive was quite the interesting event. Perhaps it's that I simply do not have enough of a sense of fashion - primarily the fashions favoured by the women of our city - that it was of the most interest for me, but I do admire greatly the skill of the crafters who fashion such things. Talent that the gods surely haven't gifted to me.
Perhaps this is a good sign that when I return from the Saffron, I ought to spend some time finding someone who can offer me suggestions for my own sense of style. That isn't to say that perhaps I've the silver for the fashions that might best suit me, but at the very least, gaining a perspective on it is a good idea overall. One cannot live in armour all the time.
Perhaps this is a good sign that when I return from the Saffron, I ought to spend some time finding someone who can offer me suggestions for my own sense of style. That isn't to say that perhaps I've the silver for the fashions that might best suit me, but at the very least, gaining a perspective on it is a good idea overall. One cannot live in armour all the time.
Written By Sabriel
Feb. 7, 2021, 8:54 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Markos
You're in a city? Are you sick? Drunk? Hit your head?
It's pretty big, be careful trying to find your way from the city center to the Manor house. I got lost no less then 6--no, no, 10 times, in one day.
And then trying to get from the manor to the city proper, I think I ended up in a cemetery... several times, more then I wish to share, in a single day.
Damn cities.
It's pretty big, be careful trying to find your way from the city center to the Manor house. I got lost no less then 6--no, no, 10 times, in one day.
And then trying to get from the manor to the city proper, I think I ended up in a cemetery... several times, more then I wish to share, in a single day.
Damn cities.
Written By Lucrezia
Feb. 7, 2021, 8:23 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
If I ask you to write down a lie, does that make it truth because you faithfully transcribed exactly what I told you to?
Written By Domonico
Feb. 7, 2021, 7:52 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
Responsibility. It is something that can fill you with resolve but also weigh you down and feel a burden, sometimes at the same time.
What greater responsibility is there than the lives of others?
What greater responsibility is there than the lives of others?
Written By Piccola
Feb. 7, 2021, 7:42 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
Be careful, wise general, not to forget that your enemies are people.
There are many who seem to be unable to contemplate military operations for clear political objects unless they can cajole themselves into the belief that their enemy are utterly and hopelessly vile. To this end do they concoct and charge the enemy with all conceivable crimes. This may be very comforting to the leisurely, philanthropic persons at home; but when an army in the field becomes imbued with the idea that the enemy are monsters to be slain, barbarity may easily be the outcome.
Unmeasured condemnation is unjust, dangerous, and unnecessary.
Remember, instead, that wars are best fought by armies of professional soldiers. When mighty, proud people are impelled on each other, each individual severally embittered and inflamed. When the resources of science and civilization sweep away everything that might mitigate their fury, a war can only end in the ruin of the vanquished and the slightly-less fatal exhaustion of the conquerors.
Any war of peoples will be more terrible than those of kings.
There are many who seem to be unable to contemplate military operations for clear political objects unless they can cajole themselves into the belief that their enemy are utterly and hopelessly vile. To this end do they concoct and charge the enemy with all conceivable crimes. This may be very comforting to the leisurely, philanthropic persons at home; but when an army in the field becomes imbued with the idea that the enemy are monsters to be slain, barbarity may easily be the outcome.
Unmeasured condemnation is unjust, dangerous, and unnecessary.
Remember, instead, that wars are best fought by armies of professional soldiers. When mighty, proud people are impelled on each other, each individual severally embittered and inflamed. When the resources of science and civilization sweep away everything that might mitigate their fury, a war can only end in the ruin of the vanquished and the slightly-less fatal exhaustion of the conquerors.
Any war of peoples will be more terrible than those of kings.
Written By Raven
Feb. 7, 2021, 6:57 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
Pondering Orland and his musings:
1. What is are you afraid of?
Really? A whisper sweetly asking for the key to everyone's deepest insecurities? I'm onto you Lordling! If I MUST answer it would be the same thing we all fear: Loss of control of our circumstances, the loss of someone we love, fear of becoming the poision in the heart of the ideal one champions.
2. Opinions on honor
Honor's something people who think their reputation or other's opinions of them is somehow more important than the impact or consequences of their actions. It's a shield for those who leave the suffering of consequences for their actions to others.
What path do I see for myself?
No idea. I thought I knew but life has repeatedly upended those plans so the path for me is the one I cut through the Skal'daja. IF I live past that we will see.
1. What is are you afraid of?
Really? A whisper sweetly asking for the key to everyone's deepest insecurities? I'm onto you Lordling! If I MUST answer it would be the same thing we all fear: Loss of control of our circumstances, the loss of someone we love, fear of becoming the poision in the heart of the ideal one champions.
2. Opinions on honor
Honor's something people who think their reputation or other's opinions of them is somehow more important than the impact or consequences of their actions. It's a shield for those who leave the suffering of consequences for their actions to others.
What path do I see for myself?
No idea. I thought I knew but life has repeatedly upended those plans so the path for me is the one I cut through the Skal'daja. IF I live past that we will see.
Written By Svana
Feb. 7, 2021, 6:49 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
Anisha wore the cosmetics that Caprice and I made. She looked gorgeous, of course. I was sad that I couldn't attend but some children need bedtime stories more than their mother needs to NOT look elegant at fancy parties and drink cocktails.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 7, 2021, 6:43 p.m.(11/23/1014 AR)
Helped a messenger with his horse in-foal. Everything went well, I was worried that my luck with human women wouldn't carry over to horses but it seems mother and bairn are doing fine.
Eh? Ah, yes; in some ways, harder. In other ways, much easier, scholar. Don't worry; I'll spare you the details.
What a strange weekend.
Eh? Ah, yes; in some ways, harder. In other ways, much easier, scholar. Don't worry; I'll spare you the details.
What a strange weekend.
Written By Thea
Feb. 7, 2021, 5:36 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
I have a vodka. A citrus vodka being sold at DIE. Alexio does amazing things, including seeing my vision. I feel like commanding men and--expressing myself are entirely two different things. He managed to sort my thoughts well enough. Im thankful for that.
Written By Rosalind
Feb. 7, 2021, 5:24 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
Being happy in doing your responsibility. I feel like that's just important as anything. Is that strange, scholar? To be still want the happy? Or should it just be work, the adult responsibility on your shoulder, causing you to be forever scowly?
Written By Apollo
Feb. 7, 2021, 5:17 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
I had an excellent night at the Bravura Exclusive, the fashion and art spectacle in honor of former Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius put on by Count Duarte and the Crafters Guild's own Master Caprice Artiglio. Seeing the brilliance of the city's many crafters and artisans never fails to lift me right from my middle, set me full of a sense of possibility.
I know there are songs and tails written of smiths, them that make armor and blades, the stuff of war. Jewels being sturdy stuff, there's enough to look on and appreciate from long past. Cloth and hide are more ephemeral things, needing care and mending and even then, it doesn't last forever. It's easier to find illustrations of clothing and leathers from long past than actual artifacts; and then, the names of tailors and tanners are so rarely joined with those depictions. It's easy to believe our contributions will be lost to time, that our names will fall to obscurity.
But clothing is stuff of life. Impermanent though it is, it is for its moment warmth, and texture, a feeling. A portrayal of self, and suitably fleeting in that. Who amongst us changes not at all? Armor him in only metal, perhaps, the rest of us need softer things to suit our tempers and seasons. A cut and color to bolster or calm our mood, structure to straighten our spines, shapelessness to envelop us in our quiet. I celebrate my fellow clothiers and our momentary madness, that we pour hours into things that will not last, but that the people in them are cared for.
I know there are songs and tails written of smiths, them that make armor and blades, the stuff of war. Jewels being sturdy stuff, there's enough to look on and appreciate from long past. Cloth and hide are more ephemeral things, needing care and mending and even then, it doesn't last forever. It's easier to find illustrations of clothing and leathers from long past than actual artifacts; and then, the names of tailors and tanners are so rarely joined with those depictions. It's easy to believe our contributions will be lost to time, that our names will fall to obscurity.
But clothing is stuff of life. Impermanent though it is, it is for its moment warmth, and texture, a feeling. A portrayal of self, and suitably fleeting in that. Who amongst us changes not at all? Armor him in only metal, perhaps, the rest of us need softer things to suit our tempers and seasons. A cut and color to bolster or calm our mood, structure to straighten our spines, shapelessness to envelop us in our quiet. I celebrate my fellow clothiers and our momentary madness, that we pour hours into things that will not last, but that the people in them are cared for.
Written By Rosalind
Feb. 7, 2021, 4:24 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
I had some much needed talk time with my closest friend, Sunaia. Or Sunny. Or as of last night, Sunny Moonbeam Ashford. I mean, pick one. Both suit her! It was a lengthy conversation, but scholar! She's agreed to allow me to take her sailing! On the ocean. Im sort of excited for this, well Im always excited for this. But more excited to drag someone else. Because...ADVENTURE!
Written By Rosalind
Feb. 7, 2021, 4:15 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
I got the best surprise gift today! No, really! It was so thoughtful and amazing! It's a fighting stick. Made of ironwood and wrapped in cupridium. The design is personal to me and I just-I love it. The reason behind it, even more so. I have the greatest friends and know the bestest people!
Written By Shae
Feb. 7, 2021, 2:47 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
We still needed to find skilled Alchemists to help us with reversing a poison that has been used on some of the trees in Mistward's forests. I fear for them, and do not wish to see further harm come to those that are sick, or possibly see healthy ones grow sick because of the poison.
If the person that has done this heinous, and most disgusting act happens to be reading this journal, we will find you. And you will be punished for what you have done. I will not abide someone harming the land.
If the person that has done this heinous, and most disgusting act happens to be reading this journal, we will find you. And you will be punished for what you have done. I will not abide someone harming the land.
Written By Shae
Feb. 7, 2021, 2:37 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Cousin, it might still be a good a idea to have the items cleansed, or at least prayed over. About seven years back, or so, Gaston, Eirlys, and I found some old items in a tree. And Gaston decided to put one of the items on, an armband, and found that it was cursed. All the animals hated him, and tried to attack him, constantly. We ended up learning we had to get it and the other items cleansed. I'd hate to see all the animals turn upon you, or something worse.
Written By Markos
Feb. 7, 2021, 2:29 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
I thought I knew what a city was, from growing up in Tremorus, but it seems I was wrong. Arx is something else.
Written By Iseulet
Feb. 7, 2021, 12:46 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
There is very little I enjoy more than a luxurious herbal bath in the colder months. My skin gets thirsty for attention and I find that a soak in a hot bath steeped with bergamot, vanilla, clove, and pine with a hint of salt to scrub the skin with not only restores the softness of my skin but refreshes me down to my soul.
My protege has mentioned that various herbs contribute to healing and certain scents can invoke relaxation and healing of the mind as well. I fully believe it, and I have been researching just what kind of herbs do what. She's been a huge help. I adore it. It's almost like cooking for the soul (even better because you almost can't mess up and there's nothing sticking to the bottom of the pan afterwards). Therefore, when I draw a bath to share with someone I always put deep thought into what goes in. Hardly ever is it commented upon and hardly ever is there a deep appreciation for the thoughtfulness.
However, I enjoy that. I do not need thanks to motivate me to indulge in my little secret gift. In fact that's what charms me the most about it.
What tension the herbs don't work out of the system, I always enjoy working out with my hands. They're not very strong, but they're soft and I've found the application of fragranced oils to be sensual and something I savor. I especially like the cinnamon during these colder months to warm the muscles and ease the stress away. Now if I could only find someone to help me out for a few hours.
My protege has mentioned that various herbs contribute to healing and certain scents can invoke relaxation and healing of the mind as well. I fully believe it, and I have been researching just what kind of herbs do what. She's been a huge help. I adore it. It's almost like cooking for the soul (even better because you almost can't mess up and there's nothing sticking to the bottom of the pan afterwards). Therefore, when I draw a bath to share with someone I always put deep thought into what goes in. Hardly ever is it commented upon and hardly ever is there a deep appreciation for the thoughtfulness.
However, I enjoy that. I do not need thanks to motivate me to indulge in my little secret gift. In fact that's what charms me the most about it.
What tension the herbs don't work out of the system, I always enjoy working out with my hands. They're not very strong, but they're soft and I've found the application of fragranced oils to be sensual and something I savor. I especially like the cinnamon during these colder months to warm the muscles and ease the stress away. Now if I could only find someone to help me out for a few hours.
Written By Kiera
Feb. 7, 2021, 11:23 a.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
In the coming weeks, Wyvernheart intends to conduct extensve exploration of the high hill region in hopes of finding material to generate new economic opportunities in the plants and animals to be found there. I look forwaed to this venture
Written By Zyxthylum
Feb. 7, 2021, 9:47 a.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
It is sometimes truly amazing how quickly fortune can turn. One day a bum in the graveyard, the next an affluent business owner. The tutors, the food, the access to medicine. I even hired the Ironguard that gave me this scar to be my bodyguard. I suppose his violent nature got him into trouble at that last tourney. The wine from Tor and the teas from Silk Row have allowed me to control, to some degree, the shifts in my moods as well. Now that I feel truly comfortable, I feel my creativity can truly come unhinged. Arx, prepare yourself for- Animals: in Human Lives!
Written By Duarte
Feb. 7, 2021, 4:15 a.m.(11/21/1014 AR)
Journal
Running dangerously low on the silver I acquired from selling my father's tools, and running dangerously low on things to sell in general, I was caught by the imperative to find proper work. Being instructed by Belinha a couple days a week and going to a party every fortnight or so was not lucrative in the slightest. I was getting the hang of some subtleties of how those social waters were navigated, but I had still yet to meet - let alone rub elbows - with anyone of true importance. Not anyone who could give me a job, at least.
So I took to task and went in for earning money by various means. I ran some missives here and there. I was a crier for a little bit. I shined shoes. Unlike some my age I did not take to filching or pickpocketing. This is not to condemn, necessarily, the poor who need to earn living in such a fashion. It's simply that these sorts of money making schemes are coordinated. Someone teaches a child to be so deft - or a great many children - and they all cohabitate and work as a sort of collective. I was on my own for I had the privilege of not wanting for shelter.
But I did want for food and clothing. Belinha had struggled to continue to explain to her friends why I always attended her in the same drab outfits. I needed something nice. She certainly wasn't going to buy it for me.
It seems so long ago - as if just an echo from an imaginary life time - almost dreamlike when I think back to how hard I labored for a seasilk ensemble. Something matching. Something fitted.
I was so proud when I got it. How I got measured for it. When I paid for it. I remember thinking this is what my father must've felt to put food on our table and to provide his three boys with what he did. To keep us housed and clothed. To fill our bellies with his food. To know that his hands had the power to take nothing and scraps of things and turn them into something wanted. And then to receive value from another that he could transmogrify into food or clothing by way of a simple request to yet another for the same in value.
It's long been lost but I kept that outfit for years beyond after I grew out of it. I would look at it from time to time and remember what it took to achieve it and give silent nod to the boy who did it. In all I've chased since I've yet to feel again that same contentment.
Running dangerously low on the silver I acquired from selling my father's tools, and running dangerously low on things to sell in general, I was caught by the imperative to find proper work. Being instructed by Belinha a couple days a week and going to a party every fortnight or so was not lucrative in the slightest. I was getting the hang of some subtleties of how those social waters were navigated, but I had still yet to meet - let alone rub elbows - with anyone of true importance. Not anyone who could give me a job, at least.
So I took to task and went in for earning money by various means. I ran some missives here and there. I was a crier for a little bit. I shined shoes. Unlike some my age I did not take to filching or pickpocketing. This is not to condemn, necessarily, the poor who need to earn living in such a fashion. It's simply that these sorts of money making schemes are coordinated. Someone teaches a child to be so deft - or a great many children - and they all cohabitate and work as a sort of collective. I was on my own for I had the privilege of not wanting for shelter.
But I did want for food and clothing. Belinha had struggled to continue to explain to her friends why I always attended her in the same drab outfits. I needed something nice. She certainly wasn't going to buy it for me.
It seems so long ago - as if just an echo from an imaginary life time - almost dreamlike when I think back to how hard I labored for a seasilk ensemble. Something matching. Something fitted.
I was so proud when I got it. How I got measured for it. When I paid for it. I remember thinking this is what my father must've felt to put food on our table and to provide his three boys with what he did. To keep us housed and clothed. To fill our bellies with his food. To know that his hands had the power to take nothing and scraps of things and turn them into something wanted. And then to receive value from another that he could transmogrify into food or clothing by way of a simple request to yet another for the same in value.
It's long been lost but I kept that outfit for years beyond after I grew out of it. I would look at it from time to time and remember what it took to achieve it and give silent nod to the boy who did it. In all I've chased since I've yet to feel again that same contentment.
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