Written By Hamish
Dec. 14, 2020, 1:49 a.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
For the most part they're dead.
Written By Sedna
Dec. 14, 2020, 12:19 a.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
I'm not a progressive. Nor a traditionalist. Something more moderate. Subversive, but a lukewarm variety at best. There's comfort for me in our histories and our old ways, even if some must be shed for the good of the many. During House Redreef's crisis of succession, I never felt that I might personally be in danger. Nobody tried to storm the central courtyard to the residence then, or send assassins after allies in the night. With two house guards shadowing me for every trip to my studio at the Bright Forge or to the marketplace, or down the hall for a visit to the library.. fear is certainly starting to creep its way into my heart.
Written By Calista
Dec. 13, 2020, 10:39 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Another birthday has come and gone. I swear the days blend into nights. The news of Marquis-Consort Valerius Malespero's death makes me feel somber. This evening, I drink a toast to him.
Written By Sebastian
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:38 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
How often I am prone to forgetting that my extended family and friends can bring me back, restore my sense of purpose, my drive, my contentment?
Only they can pull me from this funk I've been in with such ease, their dreams and hopes and ambitions warm me. And for that, they have always, and will always have my love.
Only they can pull me from this funk I've been in with such ease, their dreams and hopes and ambitions warm me. And for that, they have always, and will always have my love.
Written By Sabella
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:23 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
I am yours, forever.
Written By Sabella
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:22 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
I am so incredibly thrilled with how much we were able to raise at our fundraiser! Lord Jyri Whitehawk was a wonderful co-host and I must thank everyone who donated and everyone who bid on the items that were put up for auction! I am still so touched by the outpouring of support whether it was through donations or bids or kind words or even angry ones that they were not able to score the object that was coveted! I saw bits and pieces from people that i had no idea had such talents! Or did you know that Saiklands produces glass? I did not until just a few days before the auction!
But let me thank by name those who made donations and should I forget one please let me know!
Princess Gwenna, Lady Esme, Princess Damiana, Master Orick, Lady Brianna, Prince Niklas, Marquessa Reigna, Mistress Tanith, Lord Jyri, Princess Graziella, Lady Eirene, Lord Haakon, and Marquis Dio!
And to all who bid and lost or bid and won, thank you thank you! All the funds have been turned over to Sir Porter!
But let me thank by name those who made donations and should I forget one please let me know!
Princess Gwenna, Lady Esme, Princess Damiana, Master Orick, Lady Brianna, Prince Niklas, Marquessa Reigna, Mistress Tanith, Lord Jyri, Princess Graziella, Lady Eirene, Lord Haakon, and Marquis Dio!
And to all who bid and lost or bid and won, thank you thank you! All the funds have been turned over to Sir Porter!
Written By Patrizio
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:19 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
I'm greatly saddened and shocked to hear about the murder of Marquis Malespero. A man of big dreams and a bright spirit who will be missed by many. I'm only sorry that, though the glasses we've shared have been many, there were not more of them.
Written By Svana
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:17 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
Unrest continues; Marquis Valerius has been taken from his friends and family. I only got to meet him briefly a few times, but I enjoyed what I got to know of him. It is a tragic day, especially given the circumstances. I know justice will be served.
Written By Savio
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:16 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Raven the Blackheart has formally promised to me that if I can find and prove there exists any Bard that is not useless, she will give me her hat.
So she agreed: "Find me a useful bard. Not entertaining, or amusing, one who is actually useful - dutifully having made something of his or her self. Find me that and this hat is yours."
That hat will be mine.
So she agreed: "Find me a useful bard. Not entertaining, or amusing, one who is actually useful - dutifully having made something of his or her self. Find me that and this hat is yours."
That hat will be mine.
Written By Shae
Dec. 13, 2020, 9:12 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
I had the most peculiar dream the other night, I dreamed I had heard Cini and Kacela talking about me. The two seemed to me having a discussion about who would be responsible for looking after their new human. So strange. I wonder if I had too many sweets that night, or perhaps it was mushrooms. Goodness I hope Brimbar didn't find more of those mushrooms, and accidentally bring one home with her, and I just never noticed... going forward, we shall be mushroom free. Just in case. The strangest things happen around mushrooms.
Written By Rane
Dec. 13, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
There's no amount of thanks great enough to properly convey what the Physicians and Mercies have done for me these past weeks to ensure my hand has healed properly. While it's not fully functional yet, there's no more swelling and minimal pain. I thank the gods for their faithfulness and for hearing my prayers. May this experience turn into a lesson I can learn from.
Written By Gaspar
Dec. 13, 2020, 8:43 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirk
I've recently had the pleasure of making an acquaintance of Lord Mirk Halfshav. The depth of this man's knowledge is astounding and he is precisely what I needed to find at exactly the right time. He's the consummate host and a wonderful conversationalist. Watch yourself, scholar. He may be primed to take your job one day.
Written By Jian
Dec. 13, 2020, 8:40 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
I shall have to wander the city this coming week and find all of the gardens I can. I miss the many that grew on the temple grounds at home and would find some solace in the smell of familiar scents.
Written By Adrienne
Dec. 13, 2020, 8:28 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
The summer skies make me homesick for the fields of Chevalle. The breeze off the Redrun racing to the sea. The ageless forests that stretch to the world's end. Every conversation now is a variation on a theme: power, both its acquisition and its application. What cost? What limit? What do we ask of those who exercise it?
I would drift away like a leaf on the river. But these days are ours so that they need not be left to another. May Vellichor make us wise, and may Lagoma's fire light the path to tomorrow.
I would drift away like a leaf on the river. But these days are ours so that they need not be left to another. May Vellichor make us wise, and may Lagoma's fire light the path to tomorrow.
Written By Sasha
Dec. 13, 2020, 7:50 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
I can't believe Valerius is gone. We were going to work on the water menagerie together. I must still build it in his honor. And I utterly shocked that someone is trying to call off a bounty hunt to find out who murdered their husband. If someone murdered Cirroch I would welcome everyone to help me find out who murdered him. Why is it she is trying to only let the inquistion look into dear Valerius's loss? Even the scholar deserve to aid in finding the answers to this as do all of his allies.
Written By Modi
Dec. 13, 2020, 7:32 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Back in the city of Arx at last. It's been a long journey, but my vacation was fantastic at clearing my perceptions for the future. My little friend has also made it back in on piece. A shame they are still locked within their shell, but in time I expect they'll be very happy to greet the day.
Ah. What to do, what to do. So many people to meet. So many smiles to give. So much, so much.
Ah. What to do, what to do. So many people to meet. So many smiles to give. So much, so much.
Written By Kiera
Dec. 13, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
The world is darker now for the loss of your beautiful light my friend. You always appeared to dance in the light and to shine it for others despite the burdens you carried within. Thank you for what you shared with me. Thank you for listening as I share with you. So brief is the time we knew each other, but I will never forget you. I am sorry we did not know each other better. That I could not aid you as I wished. I pray that I have courage to open my heart to others, though I long just noe to crawl into the shadow. For that is how the darkness wins. When we bear our burdens alone and it pick us off one by one. We must come together to find the truth, to stand in the light. The truth must come to light. We must be light for one another to banish the darkness away. May your darkness be gone from you. May you dance on your return to the wheel and may your light live on in those who knew you. I will dance for you, my friend in memory of your light
Written By Piccola
Dec. 13, 2020, 7:09 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Remember, wise general, the importance of penance.
Of all professions, you will hear the wail of remorseful winds loudest in your ear. You will see in your dreams the face of every man and woman who has begged to see their family one more time. You will remember the words of those who pleaded for mercy. But neither the Gods nor your lieges require you to be a judge. Instead, they demand you become intimate with our wretched world, who knows no rest as she sobs through the deep of time.
The law can never save us. She is nearest to the Gods' forgiveness who with a contrite heart discerns most clearly and feels most profoundly that perfectly divine law which impeaches and condemns her. Those who feel that the irony and shame know that the only true forgiveness afforded by the Gods is the opportunity to act. So it is, wise general, that penance is more than an emotion, a tear, or a prayer.
Know what your sin is and confess it. Do not beguile yourself to be a penitent by confessing sin in the abstract. The wise general has penance done, and more penance will do. It is the curse and duty of those who live beyond the wars to ceaseless devote themselves to the betterment of others. Thus, remember, wise general, that your work is never done.
There is always more to do.
Of all professions, you will hear the wail of remorseful winds loudest in your ear. You will see in your dreams the face of every man and woman who has begged to see their family one more time. You will remember the words of those who pleaded for mercy. But neither the Gods nor your lieges require you to be a judge. Instead, they demand you become intimate with our wretched world, who knows no rest as she sobs through the deep of time.
The law can never save us. She is nearest to the Gods' forgiveness who with a contrite heart discerns most clearly and feels most profoundly that perfectly divine law which impeaches and condemns her. Those who feel that the irony and shame know that the only true forgiveness afforded by the Gods is the opportunity to act. So it is, wise general, that penance is more than an emotion, a tear, or a prayer.
Know what your sin is and confess it. Do not beguile yourself to be a penitent by confessing sin in the abstract. The wise general has penance done, and more penance will do. It is the curse and duty of those who live beyond the wars to ceaseless devote themselves to the betterment of others. Thus, remember, wise general, that your work is never done.
There is always more to do.
Written By Kenjay
Dec. 13, 2020, 6:51 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
It has been a little over a year, Scholar, since I came to Arx and to freedom. Spring was turning to summer when we landed, and spring now turns to summer again. And what a year it has been. I have regained my family, only to find those that I remembered lost to me. I grieve for them, but rejoice in their children, so many children. My niece, the daughter of my sister, a Highlord; my nephew, gone whence I came before I could meet him. The children of my cousins, Highlords and Princes and Princesses, and many other titles. I have no children of my own, so far as I am aware, but surrounded by the youngsters and their own youngsters I do not feel that lack. I just feel old, instead, when I find myself in a room surrounded by those half my age with twice the experience of a life well-lived.
I have come so far, but there is still more to be done, still further to go.
I have come so far, but there is still more to be done, still further to go.
Written By Kenjay
Dec. 13, 2020, 6:44 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Another kinsman dead. I knew him, Scholar, though I would not say I knew him well.
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