Written By Sunaia
Feb. 1, 2021, 11:12 p.m.(11/11/1014 AR)
( I asked for Parker to bring this to you, Scholar Einar, to amend onto my last Journal entry: )
If it's something that happened, it's a lesson.
If it hasn't happened, it's a warning.
Goodnight, good knight.
If it's something that happened, it's a lesson.
If it hasn't happened, it's a warning.
Goodnight, good knight.
Written By Victus
Feb. 1, 2021, 8:03 p.m.(11/11/1014 AR)
How absurd a man has to be to think that Mangata herself would bring unfavorable winds. This heretic believes he understands the Pantheon's will? That the Gods would be responsible for murder and destruction of their own followers?
His following may as well declare what they are. Dangerous, spiteful cultists that threaten our way of life, hiding behind a traditionalist veil to peddle their lies.
His following may as well declare what they are. Dangerous, spiteful cultists that threaten our way of life, hiding behind a traditionalist veil to peddle their lies.
Written By Jasher
Feb. 1, 2021, 7:40 p.m.(11/11/1014 AR)
I suppose I should take the storm as a sign to look to matters ashore once more.
Written By Sunaia
Feb. 1, 2021, 7:03 p.m.(11/11/1014 AR)
Tame, tempered, tempest.
Wild, wilder, wildest.
Misstep, mistook, mistaken.
Storms are just storms. Gusts and gales. Hale and hail. The wind kicks up all sorts of interesting scents that get the hackles up on the hounds, they itch to move. To run. To fly, if they could, but running is all that they can do so they run the way I run.
Even then, I run faster -- longer. I run. Until the leather is smoothed off my boots and the hobnails break, I run. Until my feet hurt, I run. Sometimes longer. Until I'm too tired and I remember that I am here and I am now and I am not my past -- whatever that past is, because I will find out -- and I will find out one day. Not now. I'm living right now.
And I hate that I miss them and I hate that I am trying to find the power hidden in my night terrors -- terribly -- terror-full. It's there, and that power's not a real one, but it's one that I need to learn anyway. That the fear is all right. And the anger and the wanderlust and the other stupid-wonderful things that make me. Dreams are dreamt. The past, passed.
Green, green shadows and a green unquiet sky and it's just changing weather. It was wonderful to watch, even when it started to rain and we needed to head back into the city. The hounds and I. Ashford and I. That they were pack and it's all right to miss your family. Even the ones you'll never be able to forgive for the things they did. Even the ones you envy -- because they were a hero. Or, because they are someone that's important, someone to look up to.
Dame, damn, done.
Wild, wilder, wildest.
Misstep, mistook, mistaken.
Storms are just storms. Gusts and gales. Hale and hail. The wind kicks up all sorts of interesting scents that get the hackles up on the hounds, they itch to move. To run. To fly, if they could, but running is all that they can do so they run the way I run.
Even then, I run faster -- longer. I run. Until the leather is smoothed off my boots and the hobnails break, I run. Until my feet hurt, I run. Sometimes longer. Until I'm too tired and I remember that I am here and I am now and I am not my past -- whatever that past is, because I will find out -- and I will find out one day. Not now. I'm living right now.
And I hate that I miss them and I hate that I am trying to find the power hidden in my night terrors -- terribly -- terror-full. It's there, and that power's not a real one, but it's one that I need to learn anyway. That the fear is all right. And the anger and the wanderlust and the other stupid-wonderful things that make me. Dreams are dreamt. The past, passed.
Green, green shadows and a green unquiet sky and it's just changing weather. It was wonderful to watch, even when it started to rain and we needed to head back into the city. The hounds and I. Ashford and I. That they were pack and it's all right to miss your family. Even the ones you'll never be able to forgive for the things they did. Even the ones you envy -- because they were a hero. Or, because they are someone that's important, someone to look up to.
Dame, damn, done.
Written By Brigid
Feb. 1, 2021, 4:22 p.m.(11/10/1014 AR)
Scholar,
I was approached by two weary Moore scouts that had ridden to Arx in order to inform me of missing cavalry and livestock. The reports were of a vicious animal attack, mimicking those that I've become all too familiar with in the past year on my ventures on behalf of Solace and the Oathlands. Screams, blood, and then nothing. And by nothing, I mean that there aren't even bodies in which to comb over to understand or guess at the nature of what is now assaulting my woods.
That was until one of the scouts, stammering and fearful, told me of the danger on their ride to me. They were hunted down along the forest paths and even further still down the Great Road by what appeared to be a pair of lupine creatures with golden eyes ablaze. The young recruit took claw marks across his back and partially on the front of his thick leather jacket and when the beast was met with resistance, it's claws sunk deeply into the flank of his mount. How the pair were not thrown? I do not know. But something distracted them greatly for the scouts soon found themselves no longer followed, though their pace did not lessen and they remained strictly in the moonlight for it was full above.
So now I ride for Acorn Hill, writing this as I let Vane water in a nearby stream and will be sending a courier back for the road ahead is not for anyone faint of heart. Thankfully, those of my cavalry have weathered odd things before and I hope that this is nothing more than a sick animal that needs to be put down.
I hope and I pray.
I was approached by two weary Moore scouts that had ridden to Arx in order to inform me of missing cavalry and livestock. The reports were of a vicious animal attack, mimicking those that I've become all too familiar with in the past year on my ventures on behalf of Solace and the Oathlands. Screams, blood, and then nothing. And by nothing, I mean that there aren't even bodies in which to comb over to understand or guess at the nature of what is now assaulting my woods.
That was until one of the scouts, stammering and fearful, told me of the danger on their ride to me. They were hunted down along the forest paths and even further still down the Great Road by what appeared to be a pair of lupine creatures with golden eyes ablaze. The young recruit took claw marks across his back and partially on the front of his thick leather jacket and when the beast was met with resistance, it's claws sunk deeply into the flank of his mount. How the pair were not thrown? I do not know. But something distracted them greatly for the scouts soon found themselves no longer followed, though their pace did not lessen and they remained strictly in the moonlight for it was full above.
So now I ride for Acorn Hill, writing this as I let Vane water in a nearby stream and will be sending a courier back for the road ahead is not for anyone faint of heart. Thankfully, those of my cavalry have weathered odd things before and I hope that this is nothing more than a sick animal that needs to be put down.
I hope and I pray.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 1, 2021, 2:48 p.m.(11/10/1014 AR)
Weather's turned to shit. Hurricanes off the far coast, terrible rains here in Arx.
Of COURSE it will rain on my kids' birthday. No outdoor party for them. They're terribly disappointed. Moreso because I won't let them go out and play in the muddy garden. Ugh, this is going to kill my herbs.
Of COURSE it will rain on my kids' birthday. No outdoor party for them. They're terribly disappointed. Moreso because I won't let them go out and play in the muddy garden. Ugh, this is going to kill my herbs.
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 1, 2021, 10:09 a.m.(11/10/1014 AR)
It would seem that I have made it back from Maelstrom barely in time. The winds made the last days far less easy and I think it will be some time before blood comes back into my hands from gripping onto shelving and I've a few bruises. Little Eleyna as well. We did our best to keep spirits bright. But Mangata watched over us and we slid safely into berth in the harbor. Safe enough. I worry for any ships that are caught out there in the full brunt of it. I pray that they will make it to safe harbor in time.
At least I'm not birthing a child on the deck of ship this time.
At least I'm not birthing a child on the deck of ship this time.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 1, 2021, 1:11 a.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Hats. This season is all about hats.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 1, 2021, 12:26 a.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Things I shouldn't do drunk and alone:
-baking cakes
-drinking
-writing poetry
-mopping
I'm sure this list ought to be longer.
-baking cakes
-drinking
-writing poetry
-mopping
I'm sure this list ought to be longer.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 1, 2021, 12:09 a.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Being a mid-wife is a calling as profound as any divine summons, and I think I knew that even before the Queen came back to us. It makes more sense now, given what She governs and what She is to me. I chased my dreams of working at the Murder but I know what's always come easily to me, as much as I wanted to deny it. The first few times, it was my mother with my brothers, and then it was my brothers' bairns, and now- ...
I have no children of my own but I still feel like a mother. I've been the first to bring in so many new lives, it's hard not to feel like all of them have a small piece of me with them. They are not mine, though, I don't call it anything like possession. They've left their mark on me, every one, and who's to say that isn't a part of Her gift and calling?
I have no children of my own but I still feel like a mother. I've been the first to bring in so many new lives, it's hard not to feel like all of them have a small piece of me with them. They are not mine, though, I don't call it anything like possession. They've left their mark on me, every one, and who's to say that isn't a part of Her gift and calling?
Written By Ophira
Jan. 31, 2021, 11:30 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Nina
As a musician myself I am always in constant awe and absolutely humbled when this woman’s fingers choose an instrument.
It is a gift, pure and soul deep, to be able to guide a dancer’s steps. I am a woman of Ischia and Setarco, my blood pumps to it’s ancient tunes and Mistress Nina is one whom I trust to guide me along on the adventurous exploration of song.
Thank you, Butterfly of Setarco.
It is a gift, pure and soul deep, to be able to guide a dancer’s steps. I am a woman of Ischia and Setarco, my blood pumps to it’s ancient tunes and Mistress Nina is one whom I trust to guide me along on the adventurous exploration of song.
Thank you, Butterfly of Setarco.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 31, 2021, 11:15 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
This rain is something else and it's testing our roof.
I've run out of buckets.
I've run out of buckets.
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 31, 2021, 10:58 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
The mounting pressure of things to come sometimes feels as if it's going to crush the breath out of me. But then I turn around and find solace in a night spent with close friends, watching them laugh and joke. I feel the touch of a person that I've grown to love and care for immensely. It's both relief and realization. These moments will sustain me when we face dark, endless nights.
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 31, 2021, 10:46 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyche
An oddity? A whirlwind? No, a cornerstone. Just as I've told you today.
Written By Vitalis
Jan. 31, 2021, 10:24 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
You should talk with Deva, she may have found a way around your skepticism.
For what it's worth - I agree. We do not live in a world of absolutes.
For what it's worth - I agree. We do not live in a world of absolutes.
Written By Duarte
Jan. 31, 2021, 10:21 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Journal
It seemed like an eternity before Belinha allowed me to accompany her to a party. It was my first introduction to 'high society' - so to speak. I remember it distinctly held in the ballroom of the House of Silken Sighs. It was not so formal that any members of Setarco's ruling house were present. But there were a few ministers, courtiers, an advisor or two, and even some lordlings from abroad who had come on their family's money to be tutored, and of course, attend parties and the beach.
My instinct got the better of me that night. I was a bit timid and soft spoken. But I remembered my lessons and performed what Belinha had taught me to do before the mirror.
Belinha was please as well. "You did very well, Duarte. But don't you have anything interesting to say? You're very quiet."
I didn't, in fact, have anything interesting to say. Conversation at the party had been about vintages, fabrics and outfits. Political manuevers. Some scandalous tales and rumors. I didn't know about any of these things.
So I spent some few months reading about such things. Belihna, of course, liked to gossip and so I learned a few trivial, but salacious, bits. The next party came and I spent the whole evening talking.
"Duarte, you are so boring. You just go on and on and on!"
I was rather upset by the assessment! And my patience with my instructor wore thin, and I let her know a thing or two!
She was a rather serene listener in all circumstances. She waited me out.
"Talking never made anyone interesting, Duarte."
It seemed like an eternity before Belinha allowed me to accompany her to a party. It was my first introduction to 'high society' - so to speak. I remember it distinctly held in the ballroom of the House of Silken Sighs. It was not so formal that any members of Setarco's ruling house were present. But there were a few ministers, courtiers, an advisor or two, and even some lordlings from abroad who had come on their family's money to be tutored, and of course, attend parties and the beach.
My instinct got the better of me that night. I was a bit timid and soft spoken. But I remembered my lessons and performed what Belinha had taught me to do before the mirror.
Belinha was please as well. "You did very well, Duarte. But don't you have anything interesting to say? You're very quiet."
I didn't, in fact, have anything interesting to say. Conversation at the party had been about vintages, fabrics and outfits. Political manuevers. Some scandalous tales and rumors. I didn't know about any of these things.
So I spent some few months reading about such things. Belihna, of course, liked to gossip and so I learned a few trivial, but salacious, bits. The next party came and I spent the whole evening talking.
"Duarte, you are so boring. You just go on and on and on!"
I was rather upset by the assessment! And my patience with my instructor wore thin, and I let her know a thing or two!
She was a rather serene listener in all circumstances. She waited me out.
"Talking never made anyone interesting, Duarte."
Written By Vitalis
Jan. 31, 2021, 10:16 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
It is a terrible thing to give up hope. And also a relief. A path rutted with guilt, but blessed by freedom.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 31, 2021, 10:10 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Today's tea was a black tea, with a taste of coffee. It was better than I expected, surprisingly tasty. I would not have thought to merge those two drinks together in such a fashion.
I had a good conversation with Lord Mirk today, in the hall of heroes. No conclusions, but it was still a good discussion. I'm glad we had the chance to talk.
I had a good conversation with Lord Mirk today, in the hall of heroes. No conclusions, but it was still a good discussion. I'm glad we had the chance to talk.
Written By Ilira
Jan. 31, 2021, 9:21 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
And to hear them sing is to watch the soul soar.
Written By Audrey
Jan. 31, 2021, 8:58 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Interesting theological discussion with Pasquele and Clarisse while on patrol today. At the very lesat, Tehom is sophisticated.
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