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Written By Neve

Jan. 1, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ciro

Happy Birthday lover!

I bought you some chocolate chip cookies! But while I was writing out the letter..I kind of forgot and ate them all. I snack when writing letters!

Umm...um...I will get you...uuuuh. Um. The only the very finest writing pen!

Let's see, before it goes, put on shopping list: One writing pen. I'll just draw up an I.O.U. here and...

Written By Sunaia

Jan. 1, 2021, 6:32 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)

So -- for now -- no.

I'll not be going hedge-knight or taking godsworn oaths yet. I took the time to carefully consider the options. Which left me, well, as terribly indecisive as per my normal. So many rambling scrawls in the pages of my Reflections, measuring and weighing out the pros and cons. This is what happens when I slow down. When I compose myself and my thoughts like I know what I'm doing. Like I'm not playing everything by ear -- (mostly impulse-driven.)

Is wanderlust such a curse that I can't even decide what I'm going to _do_? Seems like, for now, the answer is yes.

So, again, patience. Three more months. Wait and see.

Let's see what opportunities arise. What unknowns to be known. New faces.




(If it ever gets to be too much, remember, you can always run.)

Written By Thea

Jan. 1, 2021, 5:54 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)

Went on a trip with Lord Wash, Lord Griffin, and Messere Acacia Culler. To Pearlspire. What did I learn? Who I would want by my side when in a storm and---I may need to get a certain captain an emergency box like Lord Ian's....Regardless, I did learn a lot watching Lord Wash, he was a great and patient teacher. I also feel like my Duchess General cousin would be bit proud for a moment, as I may have yelled even louder than her at some point. As well as uh--did some climbing.

Written By Decius

Jan. 1, 2021, 5:50 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)

I am in Arx. Now all I need is a forge, my tools, a place to sleep. Perhaps some shaved ice or me to lick and eat as well. I could use a good treat.

Written By Neve

Jan. 1, 2021, 5:37 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sasha

I look so forward to your dinner! Hopefully the cakewar does not escalate to pie-bludgeoning.

A good time at the Sanna house is always to be had, thank you to you and Cirroch for the invitation to the family dinner, I will cherish it and look forward to seeing you there!

I'll bring my lovers Calla and Ciro with me, so beware, I have some backup!

Written By Bonibel

Jan. 1, 2021, 5:29 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

It feels good to sweep out the cobwebs and to get the old shop running again. Business is doing well and I've even been able to convert the old pantry into a sleeping area. Next week I'll replenish the balms and lotions and see about putting together some medicinal teas. Plus Mother's old recipe that uses spontaneous fermentation should be ready. I can't wait.

Written By Rysen

Jan. 1, 2021, 2:47 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ian

Lord Ian Kennex recently visited the Black Hall to train. His swordsmanship is exceptional, and I have had the opportunity to observe it many times. There is sharpness to his reflexes that have been honed to an instinct, and the will driving his sword is unbreakable.

He asked me what it means to be a swordsman. I answered that it was an artform that allowed the practitioner to shape the world. I had not thought about it before, and when I reflected on it later - for in the clash of blades I had hardly the space to follow any path of thought save the one in front of me - I think I would say the same thing of poetry. They are a means of expressing oneself and influencing the world. My father would laugh at this notion. 'Sophistry' he would roar, and say 'poetry is for the idle and useless. The axe is for honor' or some such words.

For me, the meaning of swordsmanship lies in protecting what I love, winning renown for Gloria, and those who taught me, and living out my vows. It is pleasing and interesting in its movements. It takes life and protects it, making the sword artist the emissary of the Queen, and the guardian of Lagoma.

It was good to see Ian again, even as we stand on the brink of war. My prayers go with him, though I suspect the warriors of Skal'daja and the apostates will soon learn how hard he is to kill.

Written By Ciro

Jan. 1, 2021, 12:56 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

On this day I am brought to think over my life... All my victories in games of chance and successes through honeyed words and a golden tongue..
Because it is golden not silver, I have been told. To all the mistakes and failures along the way.

Each has shaped me and helped me become the man I am today, The man looking back over the years past as another takes hold of his blood and bones..
And as I think more about it.. The more I think I need to set out into the city.

Forget the manor walls for awhile and revel and enjoy. After all, your birthday comes but once a year.

Written By Sabella

Jan. 1, 2021, 11:13 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

The children and Niklas and I have returned from our unexpected trip to Bastion. While there, I took the opportunity to do some quiet reflection and prayer. I have been called the People's Princess - I intend to live up to that.

Though it has only been a few short days since getting back to the city, things have already been a whirlwind of excitement! Niklas and I found ourselves the center of an unexpected 'family reunion' at Lottie's with Elizabetha, Wash, Catalana, and Cecilia (with a few others mingling). Niklas and I are planning a ball! Inspiration strikes when you least expect it. And the children were feeling a bit fussy and lonely, so I arranged for the three Ashford children to visit overnight. I am thinking it would be good to arrange regular activities for the children so they can stay active and build relationships early - like I was able to with the Bislands.

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 1, 2021, 10:56 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Congratulations to House Shepherd! I am delighted for Duke Malcolm and Duchess Delilah and looking forward to meeting the newest little Shepherds in due course.

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 1, 2021, 10:52 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Harlan has purchased a beautiful necklace for me. It deserves an outfit to match. I suppose I shall have to find the right outfit to go with it now.

Written By Audgrim

Jan. 1, 2021, 10:33 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Once I've set my mind on something, I don't really waste time - so the shop is set up, I'm apprenticing under Apollo, I've met old acquiantances and reached out for mercenary work and I got some hooks on it already.

Learned something big yesterday. Big enough to make a man drink.

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 1, 2021, 9:54 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

When I inspect my role in the life of someone I care for, I'd like to imagine a pearl necklace:

If the pearls are all different shapes, sizes and colors then I am happy to be one of those pearls.

However, if the pearls are all the same, equal in size and shape and you cannot differ one from the other, I rather be the string or the clasp that holds the necklace together.

in any case, I am not interested in being just another indistinguished pearl.

Written By Macario

Jan. 1, 2021, 8:06 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Ghost stories are terrifying. And inconveniencing! Just the other day, I was flirting with a lovely leggy artist. She was blushing terribly, and that only encouraged me. There was a man standing next to her. I took him for a statue, he was so stiff, and his cheeks were also turning red. It seemed less a blush.

Anyway, I kept flirting with the seamstress up until she mentioned something about hearing a ghost the other day in their attic. I'm sure she was joking! She said that to the stiff man beside her. Come to think of it, maybe that was her husband? Anyway, an unimportant detail... the moment she mentioned the ghost, I was the one being stiff! I muttered and changed the topic about the weather.

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 1, 2021, 6:59 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Saverio

What a delightful event held at Saikland Greens by Lady Medeia.
I was surprised to find my esteemed protege there and spend a night learning of Lycene games and pushing boundries.
I do adore people who take me out of my comfort zone.

Written By Savio

Jan. 1, 2021, 4:40 a.m.(9/3/1014 AR)

Anchors away and this mainland boy
Is looking oh so green
Clinging to the edge like this'll be the end
Heaved and hunched like he's gonna lose his lunch
He's the only one I see

Land ahoy and this mainland boy
Wants to get away from the sea
Trying to stay chill and looking pretty ill
Saying his prayers and running for the stairs
Oh, he's the one for me

He's got no sea legs and he can't sail
He doesn't know the doldrums from a gale
He can't sound depths and he can't read stars
If you put him in a ship he will not go far

The town's rejoined and this mainland boy
Is back to where he shines
Knowing every whispered word, every voice that's heard
Sharp on the streets that all have me beat
Oh, I hope that he'd be mine


You know who you are.

Written By Delilah

Dec. 31, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(9/2/1014 AR)

I certainly feel as though I've swallowed the moon. Now the moon wants out.

Written By Dio

Dec. 31, 2020, 11:21 a.m.(9/2/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ilira

I recently met with someone I hold in high esteem. She visited the manor on a splendid summer evening, and shared a drink beside the clavichord. Being in the presence of that enchanting reminder of my wife may have influenced by mood, but my guest, in contrast to many of power whom I encounter, possess some imperishable fire. There is a great warmth felt by those she chooses to let beside that flame, and in pleasing conversation, I found myself forgetting all save a moment of shared humanity. A quick word, however, shattered that dream, and I was, again, the instrument of war that I shall always be, whether reviled or held sacred for my purpose.

Such is the fate of all nobles who strive to keep their oaths.

I later visited the Shrine of the Thirteenth to reflect on the letter of Princess Sorrel, and was met by Sister Giada. She spoke with me, and in her wisdom set me to an exercise that, in pursuing, I have found myself becoming an ever more prefect instrument, a sharper sword in the hands of Prince Sebastian, Princess Lucrezia and the Archduchess.

Yet I opened a missive recently inviting me to the Empyrean, where I spoke a while with the Whisper Ilira. I imagine that if a life of war does not make me a monster, it will be on account of those words from the lips of a Whisper reminding me what I'm fighting for, what can be gained with victory, and the pleasure of stolen moments between friends.

Written By Duarte

Dec. 31, 2020, 6:12 a.m.(9/2/1014 AR)

Journal

I had already been orphaned when João fled Setarco. We all had been. But now I was alone.

But I had been lucky. "Orphan" can cover a great many experiences. In the case of my ward, Lord Orland, it means never knowing your parents at all. It means growing in a communal house with other children. It means owning nothing. Inheriting nothing.

I, at least, had known my father. I had our little shack. I had his tools I could sell for money, along with what little belongings Tiago had and what João had left behind.

As an aside: I don't presume João is dead. Were he to return to my life he would not find any solace in my house and I would not grant him a title.

I had to determine how to live at this point. Selling used tools, clothing and possessions would not last forever. But I had no skills to speak of. I had no family. I didn't particularly know anybody.

But I would see, often, the Suspires. They would be draped in exquisite finery. They would be attending to some of the wealthiest in the city. They would ornament the arms of foreign dignitaries. Often they would come and go from the Pravus estate itself. Aristocrats from all over Setara and even some from across the Lyceum seas would arrive. They would attend instruction in the House of Silken Sighs during the days and would carouse in the evenings, accompanied often by the very same.

If ever any two things in existence stood as distinct opposites, it would have been me watching them. There was the life of abundant means. Abundant feeling. I was watching what it meant to survive several echelons above barest necessity.

I have often told people I trained as a courtier, this being a bit of a shortcut, but it isn't true. I've never been instructed as a courtier. I could never afford admission to the House of Silken Sighs. I was not in possession of any such means. I was not in possession of any talent, recognition, birthright or promise to be 'taken in' either.

But if I could just talk to one...

Written By Romulius

Dec. 31, 2020, 4:18 a.m.(9/1/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Natasha

Both my longest friendship and the one that I hold most dear. Twenty years and I value her more every day.

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