Written By Scylla
Jan. 18, 2021, 3:29 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)
Last week, they rowed The Black Tide out of the bay, weighted with munitions, outfitted with a sturdy iron ram, and with a brand new sail catching the wind. The crew sang a jaunty song as they hoisted the Blackshore banner high, and I swelled with pride at the sight and sound of it. It was to be her first deployment to such a purpose -- to war, and I'm pleased to know it won't be her last. She returned to port two days ago, battered and broken, but still seaworthy. Samuel made a fine captain, and the crew fought valiantly. Though we were victorious in the Mourning Sea, I shan't forget the sailors we lost to the Wavereavers. I'll drink to their sacrifice, for it was certainly not in vain. To the lords and ladies, men and women I served with aboard the Candlelight's Promise, it was an honor.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 18, 2021, 2:19 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)
Today's tea is a black tea, with chocolate and a hint of spice. It's delicious, with a wonderful lingering taste that reminds me of both the heat of summer, and the warmth of a hot drink on a cold winter evening.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:57 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)
The recent travels back and forth to the Oathlands have been taxing. There are problems lurking in every corner and as much as I enjoy visiting home, it has taken a toll upon me. I am tired, weary and glum.
It is common sense that when you are good to your people, they will be good to you in return, however I could not be more appreciative to the people of Artshall with the pleasant surprise they had for me on my last visit. It has been months of work in the textile branch in hopes to create a new fabric suitable for winter but even with the help afforded me by Arx's finest tailors and in light of some troubles in the area, I had no hopes for it to come through in time.
The people of Artshall proved me wrong and upon leaving the city I was joined by three wagons full of luxurious tweed to bring back to the markets of Arx. I am grateful for them and they will be rewarded kindly, if only for affording me a little point of bliss in these trying times, a little bit of normalcy.
It is common sense that when you are good to your people, they will be good to you in return, however I could not be more appreciative to the people of Artshall with the pleasant surprise they had for me on my last visit. It has been months of work in the textile branch in hopes to create a new fabric suitable for winter but even with the help afforded me by Arx's finest tailors and in light of some troubles in the area, I had no hopes for it to come through in time.
The people of Artshall proved me wrong and upon leaving the city I was joined by three wagons full of luxurious tweed to bring back to the markets of Arx. I am grateful for them and they will be rewarded kindly, if only for affording me a little point of bliss in these trying times, a little bit of normalcy.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 18, 2021, 11:36 a.m.(10/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
We went into an old cave in a territory I won't disclose, but we found lovely little fish who seem to glow in the darkness. Princess Valencia suggested we take some back. I gave them to my twins Idris and Iris as an early birthday-gift (they're six next month) and they now have a nightlight that helps them chase away shadows.
Written By Sina
Jan. 18, 2021, 2:36 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
A storm is brewing on the horizon. The drums of war are as the thunder, and the distant clash of steel crackles through the air like lightning. The wind rages and there is a heavy sense of apprehension in the darkening clouds. The minds of the brave warriors of the Compact are bent toward heroism and glory in the name of righteousness, while the Skal'dajan fleet lurks hidden within the mists, an uneasy and unknown threat, poised to strike like a serpent hidden in the waves.
The mood within the city of Pieros is one that is rife with a palpable sense of anticipation. Some have already sailed to meet the threat, while others prepare. I have noted that the people of the Compact are stalwart, ready to rise to any challenge. We have faced challenges before, and so too will we do so again in the coming days. We venture forth into the unknown, not with terror in our hearts, but with determination and a steadfast commitment to our vows, our oaths, our Faith.
What do the Skal'dajans fight for? They would put us all in chains, or worse.
Our choice is clear. We must prevail.
Let us not forget to record those deeds here within these pages, as Velllichor has charged us. Whatever happens, let History not be forgotten. Write of your deeds, and those of your comrades, friends and family. We stand on the precipice of something momentous. As I sit here in the Shrine of Vellichor in the city of Pieros, a guest of House Pravus, communing with Seraph Stilio on Journal Day, I am reminded of this.
May the Gods watch over our deeds, and deem them worthy.
The mood within the city of Pieros is one that is rife with a palpable sense of anticipation. Some have already sailed to meet the threat, while others prepare. I have noted that the people of the Compact are stalwart, ready to rise to any challenge. We have faced challenges before, and so too will we do so again in the coming days. We venture forth into the unknown, not with terror in our hearts, but with determination and a steadfast commitment to our vows, our oaths, our Faith.
What do the Skal'dajans fight for? They would put us all in chains, or worse.
Our choice is clear. We must prevail.
Let us not forget to record those deeds here within these pages, as Velllichor has charged us. Whatever happens, let History not be forgotten. Write of your deeds, and those of your comrades, friends and family. We stand on the precipice of something momentous. As I sit here in the Shrine of Vellichor in the city of Pieros, a guest of House Pravus, communing with Seraph Stilio on Journal Day, I am reminded of this.
May the Gods watch over our deeds, and deem them worthy.
Written By Monique
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:27 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
My birthday in a month. How have I possibly lived this long? Ah, well. I suppose there's still time yet.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Geralt
Everything about your dream sounds painful.
A bath in whiskey would be most unpleasant. As someone who's had her fair share of whiskeys poured on her face (almost entirely by herself), I can assure you that it's unpleasant to bathe one's face in. It gets in the nostrils, and it burns. It gets in your eyes, and it BURNS.
Thinking about submerging my lower half in it brings with it only flinching and further shuddering.
...and to make matters worse, you spilled your drink.
Painful.
A bath in whiskey would be most unpleasant. As someone who's had her fair share of whiskeys poured on her face (almost entirely by herself), I can assure you that it's unpleasant to bathe one's face in. It gets in the nostrils, and it burns. It gets in your eyes, and it BURNS.
Thinking about submerging my lower half in it brings with it only flinching and further shuddering.
...and to make matters worse, you spilled your drink.
Painful.
Written By Medeia
Jan. 18, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
The scouting in the southern Mourning Sea was productive. While the others fought and sailed, I shouted encouragement to my companions to bolster morale and discouragement to our foes to cause them to falter. And falter they did. After, I tended wounds as we returned to the city in possession of beneficial information.
And yes, my husband's words are true.
And yes, my husband's words are true.
Written By Raziel
Jan. 17, 2021, 11:44 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
I used to have a lover, Scholar. When I was one of the King's Own, one of the Hundred. My oaths to His Majesty did not prevent me from loving and our love was powerful and passionate. While it did not threaten to eclipse my oaths, if anyone could have, she might.
I was a more sentimental man, then.
Ah but like many things about me, it was burnt away. I never saw her again, even after I was released from my oaths and was once more a Lord. A lesson well learnt.
Duty always remains. Far more lasting foundations to build one's life upon, than fickle love.
I was a more sentimental man, then.
Ah but like many things about me, it was burnt away. I never saw her again, even after I was released from my oaths and was once more a Lord. A lesson well learnt.
Duty always remains. Far more lasting foundations to build one's life upon, than fickle love.
Written By Torian
Jan. 17, 2021, 11:05 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
When I was raised up, Furen seemed to only know one way of doing business. It ain't no secret how he liked to make his coin.
Seems like a lifetime ago now that I took his place, and we've done well to achieve my goal or running a respectable enterprise as a family.
Starting to get acknowledgement for it too, which don't hurt none.
Seems like a lifetime ago now that I took his place, and we've done well to achieve my goal or running a respectable enterprise as a family.
Starting to get acknowledgement for it too, which don't hurt none.
Written By Selene
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:32 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
The Launch, Pieros .. 9th of October, 1014
"And waves, and sails snapping; for the march
Of the Compact's glory takes to the wine-dark sea.
Dancers poised on the decks raise their hands
From the rails and catch the cry,
Stilled, as one prays in a shrine,
As purpose filled their bodies and shines
Silvered with the first shaft of sunlight,
Beautiful and more compelling with each breath.
Silence pulls apart at the seams, smote;
We halt, trembling, where water churns
And proclaims the splintering of chains
To the lofty vault of the sky.
Light cleaves tempered steel walls,
And those powerful lands that were once
Vibrant with untrameled hopes--
Rise to the unheralded show of strength."
"And waves, and sails snapping; for the march
Of the Compact's glory takes to the wine-dark sea.
Dancers poised on the decks raise their hands
From the rails and catch the cry,
Stilled, as one prays in a shrine,
As purpose filled their bodies and shines
Silvered with the first shaft of sunlight,
Beautiful and more compelling with each breath.
Silence pulls apart at the seams, smote;
We halt, trembling, where water churns
And proclaims the splintering of chains
To the lofty vault of the sky.
Light cleaves tempered steel walls,
And those powerful lands that were once
Vibrant with untrameled hopes--
Rise to the unheralded show of strength."
Written By Apollo
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
I should thank Count Duarte for the lovely stitching awl as well. I don't think I'd ever laid eyes on goldenwood prior - it's really beautiful. I wonder if it's hard to work with.
Written By Raja
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:06 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
You know, sometimes I wonder how many people actually read this. Do people seriously sit down and read other people's journals? Should I start reading people's journals? In a way, it's kinda creepy. In another way, it is enlightening! Sometimes reading other people's viewpoints gives me a new look on different things. Sometimes it just makes me want to roll my eyes. I wonder how many people keep up with my journal? I wonder how many people have written about me. Anyways, that is enough musings for one day. Sorry, dear reader, nothing juicy in this entry.
Written By Vitalis
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
A momentous week. With care I can write my own messages and notes. Not this one, as there are others needing assistance. It is laborious, but nice to write on my own. I do miss reading terribly.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
The Princess Lustry of Thrax’s event was a triumph. What a joy to see some many beautiful faces and the talents of so many artists. I was thrilled to see Prince Patrizio’s spirits raised even higher with his taking first place. A well-deserved honour and one well won. There were so many beautiful and excellent entries. I can’t imagine the decision was an easy one.
Moreover, at the end of the evening after enjoy some amazing spirits sampled from many houses and distilleries from across Arx, I was delighted and very honoured to accept on behalf of my Hart the place of second.
I know some take credit for their staff’s work, but I believe in sharing credit when it is do. To be true, like everything at the Hart, we work together. It takes many hands to make such things blossom. To see such endeavours appreciated and bringing such pleasure to others is something my staff and I treasure so much. And, in warm celebration, in the coming days, we will be closing my Hart for an evening so that we may all celebrate in style and raise glasses to our hard work and good fortune.
But that is not all that delights and excites me. For the Princess Lustry wishes to host her next excellent contest in my Hart. This time it will be the sweet temptations of mead that will be hailed and showcased. I’m thrilled and honoured, and very glad to join her in this.
In dark times it is important that we take moments to remember the light and the good things we stand for. Gathering of good friends, sharing good spirit and excellent talents, what a beautiful reminder. I hope one and all will be there.
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Moreover, at the end of the evening after enjoy some amazing spirits sampled from many houses and distilleries from across Arx, I was delighted and very honoured to accept on behalf of my Hart the place of second.
I know some take credit for their staff’s work, but I believe in sharing credit when it is do. To be true, like everything at the Hart, we work together. It takes many hands to make such things blossom. To see such endeavours appreciated and bringing such pleasure to others is something my staff and I treasure so much. And, in warm celebration, in the coming days, we will be closing my Hart for an evening so that we may all celebrate in style and raise glasses to our hard work and good fortune.
But that is not all that delights and excites me. For the Princess Lustry wishes to host her next excellent contest in my Hart. This time it will be the sweet temptations of mead that will be hailed and showcased. I’m thrilled and honoured, and very glad to join her in this.
In dark times it is important that we take moments to remember the light and the good things we stand for. Gathering of good friends, sharing good spirit and excellent talents, what a beautiful reminder. I hope one and all will be there.
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Written By Apollo
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Returned from our journey to Bravura. The people there have such an appreciation for the arts, simple and strange. I got time to sit with a tanner there; tools were in rough shape, but he managed to put a perfect surface on deerhide with tools so rusted I thought they'd leave streaks.
I'm not sure that I could do that. Leave my tools to disrepair. Not because I think they wouldn't work, but there's something like a trust I have in my tools that I'm loathe to break. If I don't care for what I have, what's the point in having it?
I'm not sure that I could do that. Leave my tools to disrepair. Not because I think they wouldn't work, but there's something like a trust I have in my tools that I'm loathe to break. If I don't care for what I have, what's the point in having it?
Written By Domonico
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:08 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Grimgar
Prince Grimgar is a lucky man indeed to be courting Princess Lustry Thrax. He's suitably impressive too and reminds me of a bear somewhat. Regardless I got to know the man better at first the rum contest hosted by the Princess before having the chance to cross blades with him in a spar. He is not unskilled at all but could do with improving his footwork.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:01 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
Prince Patrizio, ever the gallant and noble gentleman and champion of my Hart.
It is fortunate his nature is so good else I might do things I should not rather than should this evening.
Thank you, highness, for reminding me of who I am and how things are.
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It is fortunate his nature is so good else I might do things I should not rather than should this evening.
Thank you, highness, for reminding me of who I am and how things are.
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Written By Cufre
Jan. 17, 2021, 8:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
So, this is new: a bit of jewelry work that comes with a lot of research. The Scholars-Crafters thing has taken me much further from my usual interests, which is strangely nice. Going into things blank, I mean. The ideas that have come from this project are less of a tangle this way.
Written By Svana
Jan. 17, 2021, 8:40 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Elanne carries her little baby doll by its arm and plonks its head on the ground everywhere she takes it. I do hope she doesn't think she'll be doing that to her little sisters someday soon.
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