Written By Orland
Jan. 10, 2021, 3:23 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts on Savio Pontelaeus, a friend, but more,
The first time I came across Savio Pontelaeus was on a ship bound for Greypeak, though I must profess my face was more over the side of the railing than useful for conversation. I was pretty green from that experience. I thought the storm waters would never let up, nor would my stomach. I honestly didn't speak much to him for the duration of the trip on shore, considering the gore. It wasn't a place to make friends. But, then the entire party who were rooting around for signs of life, ended up in a fight for our own. I think that's when I saw Savio's prowess as a fighter, nothing compared to Lady Andromeda's, but he had cut when he needed to cut and slashed when he needed to slash.
Then, I was left in the woods. Injured. It was bloody great. Really. Nothing like being in a strange place, in the deep deep dark woods, knowing some really screwed up weirdo was running amok, and you were bleeding from a disfiguring wrist wound. I was perfectly alright with it, honestly. Being alone is nothing. But I was relieved, when I heard someone's voice, some time later, calling, "Are you dead?"
Funny way to meet really. I'm pretty sure I hollered back after checking that I wasn't, a good pinch to the thigh was required. The hollar? Oh yes, it was something like "Only inside." I thought it was clever and most appropriate for my present situation.
From there, well from there... dear reader, I cannot sum it all up in one entry. There's too many parts weaved together. He came to see how I was doing and if I was dead yet. I felt his true concern. It was a thing of friendship, on the immediate, to have him veer off on a hundred different tangents, self degrading tangents being the most charming. He claims he's a drifter. I didn't believe it. So I showed him. Nothing can drift from the anchor I am. If I want to anchor you to me, I will. Or I won't. Or Raven will provide the anchor for me.
This became a very bad idea, to be friends. I mean, bad for all the people who don't know how to have fun and walk around with a stick up where the sun doesn't shine.. Our fun became easy. Poetry, parties, pissing Raven off. We even hosted an event called the Last Call, on the Rising Sun. If you missed that trip, you should be feeling sorry for yourself. It was a terribly good time, with a game gone sour by too many proper answers.
It's been great. In a weird, I'm too good for him, he's too good for me, someone's going to hurt me if I hurt him, why aren't we married yet even though we all know I'm not getting married until I'm 30 kinda way. It's been nice, but don't take him shopping, he looks and looks and looks... and doesn't want to answer your simple question of 'what do you like' because he doesn't want you to buy him things, but all you want to do is give him a nice vest...
You should meet him too. He's great at poetry. Just don't meet him too closely.
The first time I came across Savio Pontelaeus was on a ship bound for Greypeak, though I must profess my face was more over the side of the railing than useful for conversation. I was pretty green from that experience. I thought the storm waters would never let up, nor would my stomach. I honestly didn't speak much to him for the duration of the trip on shore, considering the gore. It wasn't a place to make friends. But, then the entire party who were rooting around for signs of life, ended up in a fight for our own. I think that's when I saw Savio's prowess as a fighter, nothing compared to Lady Andromeda's, but he had cut when he needed to cut and slashed when he needed to slash.
Then, I was left in the woods. Injured. It was bloody great. Really. Nothing like being in a strange place, in the deep deep dark woods, knowing some really screwed up weirdo was running amok, and you were bleeding from a disfiguring wrist wound. I was perfectly alright with it, honestly. Being alone is nothing. But I was relieved, when I heard someone's voice, some time later, calling, "Are you dead?"
Funny way to meet really. I'm pretty sure I hollered back after checking that I wasn't, a good pinch to the thigh was required. The hollar? Oh yes, it was something like "Only inside." I thought it was clever and most appropriate for my present situation.
From there, well from there... dear reader, I cannot sum it all up in one entry. There's too many parts weaved together. He came to see how I was doing and if I was dead yet. I felt his true concern. It was a thing of friendship, on the immediate, to have him veer off on a hundred different tangents, self degrading tangents being the most charming. He claims he's a drifter. I didn't believe it. So I showed him. Nothing can drift from the anchor I am. If I want to anchor you to me, I will. Or I won't. Or Raven will provide the anchor for me.
This became a very bad idea, to be friends. I mean, bad for all the people who don't know how to have fun and walk around with a stick up where the sun doesn't shine.. Our fun became easy. Poetry, parties, pissing Raven off. We even hosted an event called the Last Call, on the Rising Sun. If you missed that trip, you should be feeling sorry for yourself. It was a terribly good time, with a game gone sour by too many proper answers.
It's been great. In a weird, I'm too good for him, he's too good for me, someone's going to hurt me if I hurt him, why aren't we married yet even though we all know I'm not getting married until I'm 30 kinda way. It's been nice, but don't take him shopping, he looks and looks and looks... and doesn't want to answer your simple question of 'what do you like' because he doesn't want you to buy him things, but all you want to do is give him a nice vest...
You should meet him too. He's great at poetry. Just don't meet him too closely.
Written By Martino
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:58 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
I have stood in the room while watched flags and pieces move over a map table from others. Smiling slightly, nodding a bit. Knowing of some terrible mistakes through history. But over a few games of Knights & Roses, thank you to Nurie for introducing it into my life, I can confidently stand around the table and point at the right things.
I know I won't ever speak the orders, but at least I can understand them from a-far.
I know I won't ever speak the orders, but at least I can understand them from a-far.
Written By Orland
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:54 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raven
My thoughts on Raven the Blackheart, a friend,
When I first met Raven, her tongue was barbarous and rightly so. She's still that way, don't let me fool you. The woman takes no prisoners when it comes to outlining her thoughts. The story of how I came to know Raven the Blackheart, as a friend, started in a tavern; there's no better place than that to find good quality people!
I thought because of her history, there may have been some preconceived slights between us, but, that didn't come up, at all. Rather, when she first showed interest in my well being, well outside the usual 'you're being a fool' voice she uses on me when I'm climbing a harp with six other people in a party game, was due in part to my trip to Greypeak. She came roaring like a storm, demanding to know why I mattered. Trust me, I was very much as flummoxed as you dear reader.
During those first strange instances of having her look at my injury, I encouraged her to express her feelings of stabbery to the person I thought her feelings were wrapped up in, but that turned out a wreck, that she didn't blame me for! I think I can accredit that to my being alive. However, over the weeks, I have eased into her personality and now I think, I can see through the barbarous hooks of her tongue to give her a good punch on the shoulder from time to time. She deserves a friend like me. The downside is, I know she can toss me over a ship. So I can pretty well guarantee her threat of an anchor around my balls, will be just as true if I hurt someone in particular.
All and all, a rather fantastic friendship. If you see her in a tavern, don't pass up your opportunity to meet her. Or punch her in the shoulder. For me.
When I first met Raven, her tongue was barbarous and rightly so. She's still that way, don't let me fool you. The woman takes no prisoners when it comes to outlining her thoughts. The story of how I came to know Raven the Blackheart, as a friend, started in a tavern; there's no better place than that to find good quality people!
I thought because of her history, there may have been some preconceived slights between us, but, that didn't come up, at all. Rather, when she first showed interest in my well being, well outside the usual 'you're being a fool' voice she uses on me when I'm climbing a harp with six other people in a party game, was due in part to my trip to Greypeak. She came roaring like a storm, demanding to know why I mattered. Trust me, I was very much as flummoxed as you dear reader.
During those first strange instances of having her look at my injury, I encouraged her to express her feelings of stabbery to the person I thought her feelings were wrapped up in, but that turned out a wreck, that she didn't blame me for! I think I can accredit that to my being alive. However, over the weeks, I have eased into her personality and now I think, I can see through the barbarous hooks of her tongue to give her a good punch on the shoulder from time to time. She deserves a friend like me. The downside is, I know she can toss me over a ship. So I can pretty well guarantee her threat of an anchor around my balls, will be just as true if I hurt someone in particular.
All and all, a rather fantastic friendship. If you see her in a tavern, don't pass up your opportunity to meet her. Or punch her in the shoulder. For me.
Written By Drake
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:52 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I am far from an expert on beekeeping, compared to those at House Laurent, but, I believe the solider bees are the bees that sting. A type of working honeybee.
You may find it particularly interesting that, at least according to what I have learned, the stinging bees are always the female of the species.
You may find it particularly interesting that, at least according to what I have learned, the stinging bees are always the female of the species.
Written By Aureth
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:39 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Emberly
I can think of few more questionable uses of noble judgment than the elevation of a young lady to the Peerage who was cast out by her family for wildly inappropriate behavior. Especially since there as always a path for the commoner known as Emberly to reclaim her birthright: to make peace with her family and seek penance for her wrongdoing instead of claiming to be the wronged party all along.
I am disappointed to hear the words of the heralds this morning, for those familiar with this situation cannot avoid knowledge of how Miss Emberly came to be a commoner.
House Crovane absolutely has the power to make this foolish choice, but unlike the House of Lady Emberly's birth, they certainly did not request the advice of the Dominus on the matter.
I am disappointed to hear the words of the heralds this morning, for those familiar with this situation cannot avoid knowledge of how Miss Emberly came to be a commoner.
House Crovane absolutely has the power to make this foolish choice, but unlike the House of Lady Emberly's birth, they certainly did not request the advice of the Dominus on the matter.
Written By Piccola
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:29 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
On a journey back to the Lyceum, I stopped by a man sitting by the side of the road.
"Weary traveler," he said, "come sit with me." So, I did. And we talked about a few things over a broken loaf of bread and some cheese I had purchased at a village a few miles away. I sent my horse to graze, but she was set to return.
"What do you think of glory?" he asked of me. And to him, I said, as was taught to me once, "Those who seek freedom seek not seek glory; those who deny the drumbeat can better hear reason."
He laughed at me.
"Oh, child, what know you of freedom or glory? True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written, in writing what deserves to be read, and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it. What wisdom can you teach others from the shadows? What lessons from your life will others come to know if you don't accept the price of acclaim?"
I gave the man half of my spoils from my last mission, and continued on my way.
"Weary traveler," he said, "come sit with me." So, I did. And we talked about a few things over a broken loaf of bread and some cheese I had purchased at a village a few miles away. I sent my horse to graze, but she was set to return.
"What do you think of glory?" he asked of me. And to him, I said, as was taught to me once, "Those who seek freedom seek not seek glory; those who deny the drumbeat can better hear reason."
He laughed at me.
"Oh, child, what know you of freedom or glory? True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written, in writing what deserves to be read, and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it. What wisdom can you teach others from the shadows? What lessons from your life will others come to know if you don't accept the price of acclaim?"
I gave the man half of my spoils from my last mission, and continued on my way.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:06 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
The wedding bands are lovely. It felt odd to have the weight on my finger again but only took a few hours till it felt a part of my hand.
Written By Svana
Jan. 10, 2021, 12:24 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Nina
Had a lovely day drinking red wine and celebrating Anisha's victories. I'm working on a sketch for a velvet outfit for the winter. Your name came up, Mistress Nina - did you want a nice velvet outfit? Or was I imagining things?
Written By Maya
Jan. 10, 2021, 10:48 a.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Mother,
I met the Princess Consort of Thrax. My intent was to request access to the estate library and I gained this, but I also believe I gained her ire.
She gave me a cat, but I believe it more a curse than a gift. You should see the state of my hands...and a few of my dresses.
I met the Princess Consort of Thrax. My intent was to request access to the estate library and I gained this, but I also believe I gained her ire.
She gave me a cat, but I believe it more a curse than a gift. You should see the state of my hands...and a few of my dresses.
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 10, 2021, 10:37 a.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
I have another two weeks to go before I can have this cast removed from my arm. I spoke with a physician this morning, one that was not my cousin, or Marquessa Keaton, to see if it could be removed early. They looked at me as if I was totally daft, which I suppose that I must be. There were also concerned glances around them, possibly expecting Lady Mabelle to appear from the very air to scold both of us.
But probably just me.
Meanwhile Baron Norwood has been shoving riding manuals under the door of my quarters and waiting for me around corners when my meetings conclude. At which point I'm hauled out to the stables and forced to ride around the paddock under his watchful eye. There will be no escape from his lessons now, I fear.
But probably just me.
Meanwhile Baron Norwood has been shoving riding manuals under the door of my quarters and waiting for me around corners when my meetings conclude. At which point I'm hauled out to the stables and forced to ride around the paddock under his watchful eye. There will be no escape from his lessons now, I fear.
Written By Venturo
Jan. 10, 2021, 10:17 a.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
After untold amounts of preparation, the Kismet Carnival was held here in Arx, bringing a taste of the myriad of games and acts that take place across all of Arvum. I would be remiss if I didn't think my patron and sponsor of the event, the Marquessa Lianne Malespero, and my protege Sloane Starling. Without their aid and support, it never would have happened. So many came to partake in these dark and troubled times, yet we all saw the light, the reason we fight, the method of our victory assured by our unity of purpose as all of Arvum.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 10, 2021, 10:06 a.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
I have been hearing that no few great economic and accounting minds have been arriving in the city the last couple of months. I've half a mind to hold some sort of gathering where we might discuss our various experiences and thoughts. Some will surely think such an event would be duller than un-buttered toast, but I can assure you that bookkeeping can be quite entertaining.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 10, 2021, 8:06 a.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Once again, and despite my promises to myself, my paints lay idle and a canvas half completed. It's been an interesting couple of weeks, though, and I can't really be that upset with myself. Painting is for idle time, and the gods and spirits know I've had little of that. Which isn't a bad thing, by any means, as none of what I've been doing has been unpleasant.
Written By Sunaia
Jan. 10, 2021, 6:03 a.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Every single silver coin has had some kind of tarnish to it. Won't stop us from using them to buy bread, right? Avarice. Cities. Got it.
Written By Shae
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:58 a.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
I'm so glad Amari has returned from her trip safe and sound. I missed her greatly, and thought of her often. Hoping and praying things would be well, and she would find what she was looking for. It is perhaps a bit selfish, but I like knowing my cousin is just a short walk from me. And that I can seek her out whenever I need someone to talk to.
Written By Shae
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:51 a.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
And climbing trees. Should have built a bunch of treehouses, and made a treehouse town. Perhaps a future endeavor!
Written By Vashtalyn
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:46 a.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
This week, I went to the Kismet Carnival. Even we Andalashari have heard of them, and it was quite the spectacular sight to see. I was rather surprised to find myself the winner of one of the trophy steins after playing a number of the games. I shall have to find a place to display these. Perhaps I will start a collection. I had my fortune told as well, but I think anyone could see that I was alone, and that I wasn't happy to be alone. It was, to be honest, somewhat of a disappointing fortune. It did not tell me anything I did not already know. I must try harder to find my way, and meet others. Still, the woman was kind, and had a gentle and serene way about her. I appreciated this.
I have established my shop, the Wild Plains Bazaar. So far, I have already sold some pieces, a matching set. I hope that the person who purchased it will find joy in it! I am still learning how best to manage my time and resources, to ensure that I have a productive week. It took quite a lot of my resources to get the shop up and running, and to buy the materials for just that one sale. Still, I think I am beginning to understand how things work, and I think that I will have a better time of it in the coming weeks.
I have established my shop, the Wild Plains Bazaar. So far, I have already sold some pieces, a matching set. I hope that the person who purchased it will find joy in it! I am still learning how best to manage my time and resources, to ensure that I have a productive week. It took quite a lot of my resources to get the shop up and running, and to buy the materials for just that one sale. Still, I think I am beginning to understand how things work, and I think that I will have a better time of it in the coming weeks.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 9, 2021, 11:13 p.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
In the world today, discussion about morals is a lost art.
Written By Aedric
Jan. 9, 2021, 10:25 p.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
There is something hidden behind the wall. If you look close enough. And listen. You can hear it scratching -- desperate to be released. But what is it, and where did it come from? Soon, we will know.
Written By Destin
Jan. 9, 2021, 8:27 p.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
A bit embarrassing that the Duke had to help me with the boat. I am a little rusty but after that class he gave me, it will not happen again.
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