Written By Natasha
Jan. 12, 2021, 6:09 p.m.(9/27/1014 AR)
These gods damn cats.
Written By Alarissa
Jan. 12, 2021, 11:49 a.m.(9/26/1014 AR)
There is cat hair everywhere.
It finds it's way into the food, onto my clothing, I smell it burning when a strand hits a lamp and the crackle. While his Majesty's benevolence is gratefully accepted, I find the sheer amount of cats... overwhelming. You cannot move without stepping on one and they seem to congregate the most in the cross halls. I am forever stepping on a tail without intention and the creatures shred the hems of my gowns and glare at me as if it were purposeful.
It finds it's way into the food, onto my clothing, I smell it burning when a strand hits a lamp and the crackle. While his Majesty's benevolence is gratefully accepted, I find the sheer amount of cats... overwhelming. You cannot move without stepping on one and they seem to congregate the most in the cross halls. I am forever stepping on a tail without intention and the creatures shred the hems of my gowns and glare at me as if it were purposeful.
Written By Raziel
Jan. 12, 2021, 11:47 a.m.(9/26/1014 AR)
Dying for a cause, that's easy. Momentary pain, but you die with the certainty you did so for a good cause, one you believed in. You die knowing your life had meaning, that whatever happens, you did all you could to make it so. It doesn't matter what comes after, you're dead. Gone back to the Wheel, story over.
Living for a cause, now that's much harder. No easy way out to spare you the consequences of your choices, of seeing that ideal of yours change, wither and die, or become something you no longer recognize. Living and meeting the gaze of every single person touched by the aftereffects, of having to face them every single day.
True strength lies not with doing the right thing once before having one's life extinguished. It is to spend one's entire life doing the right thing, carrying that burden constantly, despite popular opinion and the difficulties set in one's path.
The observant reader might notice I hold a point of view that would look postively on my own situation.
Of course I do. I never claimed to be an impartial man.
Living for a cause, now that's much harder. No easy way out to spare you the consequences of your choices, of seeing that ideal of yours change, wither and die, or become something you no longer recognize. Living and meeting the gaze of every single person touched by the aftereffects, of having to face them every single day.
True strength lies not with doing the right thing once before having one's life extinguished. It is to spend one's entire life doing the right thing, carrying that burden constantly, despite popular opinion and the difficulties set in one's path.
The observant reader might notice I hold a point of view that would look postively on my own situation.
Of course I do. I never claimed to be an impartial man.
Written By Preston
Jan. 12, 2021, 11:03 a.m.(9/26/1014 AR)
There are times I peruse the whites, reading what the nobility have to talk about - for the Faith cares for all its children and would know they are well and their minds focused on their tasks.
Written By Sunaia
Jan. 12, 2021, 5:20 a.m.(9/25/1014 AR)
I am entertaining the idea of looking for a pen friend to share the occasional correspondence with, Scholar.
Written By Medeia
Jan. 12, 2021, 3:10 a.m.(9/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Yuri
Lord Yuri Tessere arrived in the city about a week before the attack that claimed my uncle's life. I had met him on his very first day in the city - well, his first as an adult - while meeting with Marquis Gaspar in the Tessere gardens. I had no idea that the man I saw dueling an imaginary foe would become a dear friend, though that process started off slow. Partly because I was sunk into a pit of grief so soon after meeting him. He was very understanding and has always been since. He is quick to offer the highest of praise, to join in a dance, to accept a challenge, and share in his company. I have yelled at him and been forgiven, I have tended his injuries, he has dipped me to the floor while dancing and not dropped me, we have lamented the lack of sauces in certain cuisines, and shared many bottles of wine. It seems only appropriate that I could be there for him in his grief. It breaks my heart to see someone I care for hurt so deeply. He does not deserve to have the color and flavor bled from the world.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 12, 2021, 12:20 a.m.(9/25/1014 AR)
There is comfort in knowing that even as the world lurches and churns around you, some things remain the same.
Those that anchor you to this Dream with warmth, like a home.
Those that make you thrilled to be alive, like one's rivals.
Those that accept you and urge you to enjoy the sweeter things in life.
And those that continue to drive you forward, toward whatever might come next. Change comes for us all in one form or another, but I do hope some things remain near enough that I can hardly tell the difference.
Those that anchor you to this Dream with warmth, like a home.
Those that make you thrilled to be alive, like one's rivals.
Those that accept you and urge you to enjoy the sweeter things in life.
And those that continue to drive you forward, toward whatever might come next. Change comes for us all in one form or another, but I do hope some things remain near enough that I can hardly tell the difference.
Written By Piccola
Jan. 11, 2021, 8:20 p.m.(9/25/1014 AR)
I lived in one of the greatest villas of Iriscal.
Poverty looks grim to grown people, and still more so to children, for they have not much an idea of industrious, working, respectable poverty. They think of the word only as connected with ragged clothes, scanty food, fireless grates, rude manners and debasing vices. Poverty for me was everyday life: it was the degradation of living under the eyes of parents who thought it fair to allow their children to determine who it is that shall have the most of each meal, as if we were but hunting hounds at the feet of our masters.
But for the hearts and souls of those who served the family, I would have been a corpse by the time I bled.
Poverty looks grim to grown people, and still more so to children, for they have not much an idea of industrious, working, respectable poverty. They think of the word only as connected with ragged clothes, scanty food, fireless grates, rude manners and debasing vices. Poverty for me was everyday life: it was the degradation of living under the eyes of parents who thought it fair to allow their children to determine who it is that shall have the most of each meal, as if we were but hunting hounds at the feet of our masters.
But for the hearts and souls of those who served the family, I would have been a corpse by the time I bled.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 11, 2021, 6 p.m.(9/25/1014 AR)
Since we're ennobling commoners seemingly at random for good behavior, I can provide a long list of those who deserve better than their current lot. I welcome this wholeheartedly and my comprehensive list is available upon request.
At least one of them is the neighborhood cat, if only so it yowls in some other Ward.
At least one of them is the neighborhood cat, if only so it yowls in some other Ward.
Written By Yuri
Jan. 11, 2021, 5:31 p.m.(9/24/1014 AR)
Scholar, is it normal for all I see now to be clouded in grey? Should it be normal for wine to lose its taste and for food to be unappealing? What a funny time for all this to be happening. When all are needed to act, I can barely lift a finger. I have no desire.
At first, I felt myself sick. But, now I have the knowledge I had so desperately tried to seek out. Borne in the most unassuming of methods.
No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear.
At first, I felt myself sick. But, now I have the knowledge I had so desperately tried to seek out. Borne in the most unassuming of methods.
No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 11, 2021, 4:23 p.m.(9/24/1014 AR)
In times of impending crisis, every so often someone makes a remark suggesting that there are bigger things going on in the world, like war, with which to spend our thoughts and journals. That the smaller things, even the petty things, should be tucked away or go unrecorded because there are more important things we should be putting our minds to. Yes, war does loom and certainly many in the Compact spend more hours of their days planning and worrying about it than otherwise. That does not mean we think of nothing else, like the desire to paint, or noting how much we enjoyed an event. And, yes, even our irritations with the smaller things of this world. Perhaps we should not have the time to make such remarks to others in the same manner, were such to be true.
Written By Deva
Jan. 11, 2021, 11:39 a.m.(9/24/1014 AR)
I have been asked what I missed most in my years away. The simplest, and truest, answer is I miss those I'll never share another moment with. So many things are replaceable, but a loved one's laugh is not. Don't worry, I'm well aware of my own culpability for feeling this way. I simply mean to never take those moments for granted again.
Written By Svana
Jan. 11, 2021, 8:21 a.m.(9/24/1014 AR)
While I do not personally think that Lady Emberly has done much that is worthy of being re-enobled, it seems in poor taste for those in the peerage and the Faith to continue to comment upon it. Perhaps she has learned from her mistakes. Time will tell.
War is rising on looming on the horizon and we must have all better things to dither about.
War is rising on looming on the horizon and we must have all better things to dither about.
Written By Raziel
Jan. 10, 2021, 11:09 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
While every man needs a hobby, I am puzzled by the Dominus' choice. Still, I suppose avidly following the life of the now Lady Emberly Crovane offers a nice change of pace from the matter of heretics and their rival Dominus.
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 10, 2021, 10:02 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
I had the pleasure of attending a tournament put on by House Valardin for High Lord Alis' birthday. It was a fine thing watching all of the combatants engaged against one another and I applaud them on how well they fared. I believe it was Prince Grimgar who took home the win? I think. Why, yes. Maybe I was a little distracted toward the end but the conversation on the benches was very engaging.
Written By Graziella
Jan. 10, 2021, 10 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
I am still learning how to paint and I need a lot of help at times.. I find it very kind of Marquessa Lianne for agreeing to hang one of my early works in an upcoming show at the Eidolon Gallery. I have many more dreams to paint and so many more ideas to put onto the canvas that I can only hope and pray for Jayus to oversee my lessons and help me to be better with the brush, perhaps I'll make a donation to an unknown artist in his name.. that sounds fitting.
My cousin Prince Sebastian has agreed to help me learn and I am grateful, I have years of study before I am ever as talented as him... he's painted so many things...
My cousin Prince Sebastian has agreed to help me learn and I am grateful, I have years of study before I am ever as talented as him... he's painted so many things...
Written By Kastelon
Jan. 10, 2021, 9:53 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
I seem to have acquired a set of new gloves through the tournament held to celebrate Princess Alis' birthday. Not that I'm at all certain how I managed it, but I placed first amongst the archers - and all while actually hitting only those things I aimed at.
Not that anyone receiving training from me had doubts about my ability, but perhaps this raise confidence in such when Keaton's archers are in the field in the coming weeks.
Not that anyone receiving training from me had doubts about my ability, but perhaps this raise confidence in such when Keaton's archers are in the field in the coming weeks.
Written By Patrizio
Jan. 10, 2021, 9:45 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
The drums of war beat ever more loudly these days. I feel most of my planning for my portion of things has come to its conclusion and all that remains is for the Skal'dajan fleet to arrive at our shores. Now we are at the waiting part of the game...
I hate waiting.
I hate waiting.
Written By Ezmeralda
Jan. 10, 2021, 9:35 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orland
Oh my words. Savio is not known for his pragmatism, like his elder brother Giorgio, but he has -always- been very good at reading people. When I first heard that one of the Amadeo were joining the Grand Tribunal myrmidons on the scouting mission I was more than a bit apprehensive for fear that, well, if something were to happen to them I would be responsible. That they had already set sail and it was out of my hands didn't make me feel any less anxious about the whole thing and when he returned, a bit worse for wear I sighed deeply and held my head in my hands as I prepared myself mentally for the reaming that his Lord father would surely give me.
Thankfully that was not the case! Not only was Lord Orland such a good sport about it all, he served our House well in his capacity as scout adjunct and he was very generous about the whole affair when he could've griped or moaned about it and made me feel just awful about it. Since then he has been a regular around the manor and always so pleasant and charming. Having him around is a genuine joy and it makes me even happier knowing that him and Savio have an affinity for one another.
Tonight I met the Count Amadeo and was doubly delighted by the gentleman he was. Seeing the depths of his devotion and love for his boy was...touching. I respect that a great deal in someone who is responsible for the lives of others, parent or not. Lord Orland has become a fixture in our lives and I do so look forward to what misadventure he will get up to with my family.
Thankfully that was not the case! Not only was Lord Orland such a good sport about it all, he served our House well in his capacity as scout adjunct and he was very generous about the whole affair when he could've griped or moaned about it and made me feel just awful about it. Since then he has been a regular around the manor and always so pleasant and charming. Having him around is a genuine joy and it makes me even happier knowing that him and Savio have an affinity for one another.
Tonight I met the Count Amadeo and was doubly delighted by the gentleman he was. Seeing the depths of his devotion and love for his boy was...touching. I respect that a great deal in someone who is responsible for the lives of others, parent or not. Lord Orland has become a fixture in our lives and I do so look forward to what misadventure he will get up to with my family.
Written By Khanne
Jan. 10, 2021, 9:32 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
It was a busy bit of time for me... a few days or so before the Sloshed Poetry Slam, I attended the Kismet Carnival. It was, of course, a great success and I had so much fun! It has been a long time since I was able to so thoroughly just feel free as I did. Thanks in part to Lianne's company as we played the many games available (I won two trophies!). If anyone should ever have the chance to attend a Kismet Carnival, whether hosted here in town or one of the traveling ones, I highly recommend. Venturo certainly knows what he's doing in running them!
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