Written By Thea
Jan. 17, 2021, 11:53 a.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
I prepare for yet another mission. There is always a bit of uncertainty on the return. No one is the same. Finn gets all sorts of anxious before each. So you're reading it here. If anythjng happens to me, he goes to my family. My Duchess General cousin Calypso will thank me.
Written By Tove
Jan. 17, 2021, 11:40 a.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
While I have only recently arrived to Arx from my long journey south from Clearlake, I'm hopeful that my abilities as a healer and apothecary will be useful, and helpful to the people here. I have heard that we are at war with Eurus... I believe that is how it is spelled. I do not know a great deal about it, but I will do all that I can to help my family and those in need during these times.
Written By Clarisse
Jan. 17, 2021, 8:34 a.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
Miss Bennett is sent back where she came from, and the interview for a new tutor has begun. Though it will be difficult to find someone who can understand how I feel and not feel like they are smothering me. I am wondering if the best tutors, may not be those of the city, who I have come to call friend. Let the people who I call friend and those I trust teach me that it is okay, to just be me. I admit that I fell best being myself, and not trying to be something I am not. Sis to be did say that it could take time to find a suitable tutor. I have a feeling it will take much longer than both of us think.
Written By Felicia
Jan. 17, 2021, 7:44 a.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
A busy series of weeks of late, and far too much time spent on ships to accomplish it. So the trip with Baroness Saik to help map some of her lands was a welcome reprieve. With only a bruise from my own foolish misstep to mark the occasion- and a couple of fish that glow a delightful blue to bring home. There's something soothing about watching them swim about, it almost makes the idea of ocean bearable.
Written By Malcolm
Jan. 17, 2021, 6:06 a.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
She used to play this game, often, and it's just starting to be that now I've learned enough to start playing too. (This is you, L.) Warmth of copaiba balsam, warm sandalwood, worn brown leathers, and raw vanilla -- (the flower kind - mixed with some other kind of small white garden flower) -- a drop of whiskey, a hint of cream, something designed to bring up images of unburied secrets and dusty libraries.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 17, 2021, 4:42 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Everywhere I turn of late, I see those about me who were trained to hold a blade, spear, or axe or shoot a bow from the moment they could safely hold a stick or manage the pull strength of a particularly forgiving string. It's of little secret that I find the lives of those born into such circumstances baffling.
From the moment I could sit a horse, I was guiding the family mare.
From the moment I could hold a stick, I was putting holes in the earth to drop seeds into, or breaking up weeds. I split wood for the fire. I worked with my hands to lay snares to supplement our meals so that we didn't tire of endless vegetable stews, with mixed results.
Didn't get in a fight right and proper until I was into my early teens, and I fumbled my way through it. No fancy footwork, just adrenaline and anger, same as most any youthful scuffle over love and hate's intersection. Am I to gloat here, and say I beat him within an inch of his life, and made him regret striking me in the back of the head? I'd be lying to say I gave even half as good as I got, but I stayed upright, staring him down until he backed off, knowing I wasn't as easy to lay out as he'd assumed.
Never underestimate the tenacity of those who cut their teeth on working hard to keep alive every day of their turn on the wheel, and not merely when it's time for 'practicing'.
It's those who make light of their opponents that risk the most, and lose the most when it matters.
For every fight in this life has equal weight, and you never know the story of who swings their blade at you, not for true, 'til one or both of those stories end.
From the moment I could sit a horse, I was guiding the family mare.
From the moment I could hold a stick, I was putting holes in the earth to drop seeds into, or breaking up weeds. I split wood for the fire. I worked with my hands to lay snares to supplement our meals so that we didn't tire of endless vegetable stews, with mixed results.
Didn't get in a fight right and proper until I was into my early teens, and I fumbled my way through it. No fancy footwork, just adrenaline and anger, same as most any youthful scuffle over love and hate's intersection. Am I to gloat here, and say I beat him within an inch of his life, and made him regret striking me in the back of the head? I'd be lying to say I gave even half as good as I got, but I stayed upright, staring him down until he backed off, knowing I wasn't as easy to lay out as he'd assumed.
Never underestimate the tenacity of those who cut their teeth on working hard to keep alive every day of their turn on the wheel, and not merely when it's time for 'practicing'.
It's those who make light of their opponents that risk the most, and lose the most when it matters.
For every fight in this life has equal weight, and you never know the story of who swings their blade at you, not for true, 'til one or both of those stories end.
Written By Duarte
Jan. 17, 2021, 4:40 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Journal
After a rather rocky start Belinha and I reached an accord. Though I apologized for my ill-mannered temperament, and for threatening her, she was yet convinced I had capacity to follow through. That there'd be no admission for me to the House of Silken Sighs was a thing outside her control.
Our arrangement was thus: she would meet with me twice a week and provide private tutoring in basic matters of etiquette. It was very droll stuff at the time. I remember wondering why so many forks? I remember how silly it was that there would be so many depths of bows that each communicated quite different things and fit different situations. Such nonsense that something as quotidian as sipping soup should be turned into an elegant and unvarying dance.
('Like ships that go out to sea, I spoon my soup away from me.')
If you want to know how it is that Whispers and Suspires and many courtesans across Arvum are so adored for the fineness of their craft, much of it, I challenge, rests right here. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of motions as precise as any clockwork that fit so exactly into the moving system of our lives. These are so drilled and polished in our courtesans - the good ones, anyway - they needn't even think of them. These points of manner grease the rails of life so as to prevent friction.
But I digress too far to the end.
"This is stupid," I said, after the 500th time of greeting myself in the mirror.
"Do it again. Your posture was slouched."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You held the hand too long."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You held the hand not enough, like it was an insect."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You didn't smile."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You smiled too much."
"....I did smile too much that time."
It was 20 sessions with Belinha before I could greet the boy in the mirror properly enough for her to move me along. There I was, a petulant orphan boy, being greeted by a well mannered orphan boy. She must've noticed some way I looked when that occurred.
"It's not for you, Duarte, to look and act important. People are important. It's your manners that tell people they are important to you."
The orphan in the mirror was suddenly important to me.
After a rather rocky start Belinha and I reached an accord. Though I apologized for my ill-mannered temperament, and for threatening her, she was yet convinced I had capacity to follow through. That there'd be no admission for me to the House of Silken Sighs was a thing outside her control.
Our arrangement was thus: she would meet with me twice a week and provide private tutoring in basic matters of etiquette. It was very droll stuff at the time. I remember wondering why so many forks? I remember how silly it was that there would be so many depths of bows that each communicated quite different things and fit different situations. Such nonsense that something as quotidian as sipping soup should be turned into an elegant and unvarying dance.
('Like ships that go out to sea, I spoon my soup away from me.')
If you want to know how it is that Whispers and Suspires and many courtesans across Arvum are so adored for the fineness of their craft, much of it, I challenge, rests right here. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of motions as precise as any clockwork that fit so exactly into the moving system of our lives. These are so drilled and polished in our courtesans - the good ones, anyway - they needn't even think of them. These points of manner grease the rails of life so as to prevent friction.
But I digress too far to the end.
"This is stupid," I said, after the 500th time of greeting myself in the mirror.
"Do it again. Your posture was slouched."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You held the hand too long."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You held the hand not enough, like it was an insect."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You didn't smile."
"This is stupid."
"Do it again. You smiled too much."
"....I did smile too much that time."
It was 20 sessions with Belinha before I could greet the boy in the mirror properly enough for her to move me along. There I was, a petulant orphan boy, being greeted by a well mannered orphan boy. She must've noticed some way I looked when that occurred.
"It's not for you, Duarte, to look and act important. People are important. It's your manners that tell people they are important to you."
The orphan in the mirror was suddenly important to me.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 17, 2021, 1:52 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
I feel an itch just below my skin. At the tips of my fingers. In my eye teeth. I feel an itch and cannot quite seem to scratch it. Anticipation is humming through me. Soon.
Written By Drake
Jan. 17, 2021, 1:31 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
I think a little rain is quite romantic.
Though Thea said... I can make anything romantic.
I'll accept that.
Though Thea said... I can make anything romantic.
I'll accept that.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 17, 2021, 12:09 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Such a lovely trip to Saikland Greens this early fall. We explored the area around the Platinum Guard Castle more thoroughly and followed a map through many a forest and up and down hills in the area till we found a cave and explored part of it. It was too vast to look through it all but there were glowing mosses and a blue glowing fish and so much more to delve into and explore. We simply did not have time to investigate all the tunnels and chambers and need to return with someone more skilled at map making and someone who knows about some of the rocks and metals.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 17, 2021, 12:06 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
I finally got around to updating my will.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 16, 2021, 11:08 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
When we're young, we feel immortal.
When the face of danger resolves itself, then what?
Life is precious, fight all the more for it.
When the face of danger resolves itself, then what?
Life is precious, fight all the more for it.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 16, 2021, 10:16 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Today's tea is a green tea, redolent with ginger and peppermint. You might think those things don't go well together, but they do.
No, I'm not with child, but I would heartily recommend this tea to anyone who is suffering morning sickness.
I wish I'd had it when I was.
No, I'm not with child, but I would heartily recommend this tea to anyone who is suffering morning sickness.
I wish I'd had it when I was.
Written By Savio
Jan. 16, 2021, 9:42 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orland
I have so much to say about everything, and I talk all the time -- ALL the time -- so to be left speechless is perhaps something to note. It has taken some time to find the right words for Orland.
If he is your friend, you will know loyalty.
If he is your confidant, your secrets will be safe.
If he is your ally, he will stand by you long after others have failed.
If you are an idiot, he will let you know.
Tenacious, sharp, difficult to impress, impossible to fool. If you don't know him, then you ought to; Amadeo's Voice is worth hearing.
If he is your friend, you will know loyalty.
If he is your confidant, your secrets will be safe.
If he is your ally, he will stand by you long after others have failed.
If you are an idiot, he will let you know.
Tenacious, sharp, difficult to impress, impossible to fool. If you don't know him, then you ought to; Amadeo's Voice is worth hearing.
Written By Bianca
Jan. 16, 2021, 9:22 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciro
If a brew does not place in a contest, to me it is not decidedly a failure. I'd hate to see the efforts of a crafter and inspiration granted by Jayus taken for granted simply because the palettes of the judges of said singular contest may have preferred another.
Tastes are subjective and unless it causes illness someone undoubtedly will enjoy it. That is not a failure.
Tastes are subjective and unless it causes illness someone undoubtedly will enjoy it. That is not a failure.
Written By Yuri
Jan. 16, 2021, 9:17 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Baz
What a shame that it went to the patronage of the arts and appreciation of the work put on display. With all the excess silver, we can see to hire someone else to attend the next auction.
Written By Haakon
Jan. 16, 2021, 9:04 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
Good counsel for all the unwed menfolk of Arx:
Find a wife who takes an arrow, breaks it off herself, and calls for the archer's head.
Find a wife who takes an arrow, breaks it off herself, and calls for the archer's head.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 16, 2021, 9 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
War is war. never let someone try to tell you otherwise.
Written By Kiera
Jan. 16, 2021, 8:29 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
A man with a helmetful of kittens in a casino has got to be one of the most incongrous yet delightful sights i've seen since coming to arx. I wonder if thrax could give away its sudeen surplus of cats to lucky gamblers. yes, i know i'm being silly but one has to find something to be cheeful in these times doesn't one scholar?
Written By Eirene
Jan. 16, 2021, 8:07 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
It's always hard to prepare to go off to what could be your last mission. It's even harder when you have people who love you and need you waiting back at home. For years I avoided attachments because I was afraid I would break my heart. I'm glad I found the courage to love and be loved. Aww, sentimental shit. If I die, I would hate to have something like this be my last journal entry, so I'll sign off with "Fucking A, of course I'm coming back from this."
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