Written By Zyanya
Dec. 12, 2020, 7:27 a.m.(7/20/1014 AR)
These swallowed tears
rest cool on my tongue
a blessed pearl.
rest cool on my tongue
a blessed pearl.
Written By Tyrus
Dec. 12, 2020, 1:38 a.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
I've chosen to take up artwork. For sometimes words are far too limiting in how one wishes to express, or what. I am starting from nothing save the desire to create. Much, I expect, like any artist when they first picked up either brush or chisel.
Some things I cannot expect others to make.
Some things I cannot expect others to make.
Written By Valencia
Dec. 12, 2020, 12:37 a.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
There is a special joy that comes when you see someone so deserving be given a chance to get all that they have hoped for and deserve. Especially one who is so kind and selfless. It is even better when that person is someone I am very fond of.
Nothing makes me smile more today. Not my own happiness. Not even a kiss long desired. Thought, if pressed, I would have to admit that this is most certainly a close second, if I had to commit.
It is my greatest wish that such happiness and success be gifted to all those who sow such good seeds into this world.
So delighted.
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Nothing makes me smile more today. Not my own happiness. Not even a kiss long desired. Thought, if pressed, I would have to admit that this is most certainly a close second, if I had to commit.
It is my greatest wish that such happiness and success be gifted to all those who sow such good seeds into this world.
So delighted.
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Written By Rysen
Dec. 11, 2020, 11:56 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
Reach out to me, O flame against the night.
Remind me that you're there.
Let my hands in yours now intertwine.
Let known the fragrance of your hair.
Though Duty should often part us,
This moment I will seize
To tell you how I love you,
Outside Time's tyrant lease.
Let me speak to you in language
Beyond the spoken word:
Trace signs of love with finger tips,
And from your every breath I'll learn
How best I can love you,
So if silence steals my life
Never can you doubt the truth
That I will always be your knight.
Remind me that you're there.
Let my hands in yours now intertwine.
Let known the fragrance of your hair.
Though Duty should often part us,
This moment I will seize
To tell you how I love you,
Outside Time's tyrant lease.
Let me speak to you in language
Beyond the spoken word:
Trace signs of love with finger tips,
And from your every breath I'll learn
How best I can love you,
So if silence steals my life
Never can you doubt the truth
That I will always be your knight.
Written By Natasha
Dec. 11, 2020, 10:11 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
Grief is simply love with nowhere to go.
Written By Elyid
Dec. 11, 2020, 9:09 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
I find myself dreaming of watching the ice melt. Perhaps I shall journey north for a while.
Written By Deoiridh
Dec. 11, 2020, 8:53 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
Chambers lit by a solitary candle,
Countenance as gloomy in his regret.
Upon his mind too much to handle,
Cheeks gaunt, eyes calm and yet
In silence gasping for life's breath.
Shadows pass by as 'pon a stroll,
Before a gaze so distant.
Burdens more to take their toll,
He hunches over parchment - persistent,
That his resolve is as ever - resistant.
Wiping at sweat beaded brow,
He casts aside paper, ink,
Takes oil, his lantern to allow
These shades from him to shrink!
Yet from the gloom, they all but wink.
Arise! begs he, of thin air,
Mercy! Mercy, forsake me not!
O shades, be ye ne'er
More cruel! To sing, louder sing your rot
Aloud, that my mind be caught!
Sinks he to his knees, and then
A gasp, but no further interruption.
Deep in both eyes he sinks a pen;
Hallowed vehicle of their deception.
That ne'ermore might he sit, aghast
Of horrors wrought, yet long since passed.
Countenance as gloomy in his regret.
Upon his mind too much to handle,
Cheeks gaunt, eyes calm and yet
In silence gasping for life's breath.
Shadows pass by as 'pon a stroll,
Before a gaze so distant.
Burdens more to take their toll,
He hunches over parchment - persistent,
That his resolve is as ever - resistant.
Wiping at sweat beaded brow,
He casts aside paper, ink,
Takes oil, his lantern to allow
These shades from him to shrink!
Yet from the gloom, they all but wink.
Arise! begs he, of thin air,
Mercy! Mercy, forsake me not!
O shades, be ye ne'er
More cruel! To sing, louder sing your rot
Aloud, that my mind be caught!
Sinks he to his knees, and then
A gasp, but no further interruption.
Deep in both eyes he sinks a pen;
Hallowed vehicle of their deception.
That ne'ermore might he sit, aghast
Of horrors wrought, yet long since passed.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 11, 2020, 6:51 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
I have cause to dream. ❤️
Written By Thea
Dec. 11, 2020, 4:57 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
What are you going on about? Drunk again, I see lord Haakon. I suppose that can be forgiven as you are in wedded bliss...
Written By Kiera
Dec. 11, 2020, 2:46 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
I had a brif encounter with prince patrizio pravus who hads recently been named general of the first legion of setarco as well as baroness calla vaveci and sir alban farshaw. the prince said he was trying to find respite from thoughts of the coming war. i suspect he is not alone in this. i wish him congratulations on his appointment and every success in his duty.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 11, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
Seeing all the skulls offered at the memorial wall is humbling and reason for quiet contemplation.
I hope they're all well.
I hope they're all well.
Written By Baz
Dec. 11, 2020, 1:12 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
They say a fool and their silver are soon parted. I've seen too many fools with bloated pockets traipsing around the Lowers like it's a fairground, the folk who live and work there alive solely for their self-important indulgence, to believe that's true.
Written By Tyrus
Dec. 11, 2020, 12:58 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
In a way I've returned to contemplating something that I had thought impossible, believing the words of others over my own thoughts and ideas. Yet it would be taking for granted that they know everything, are not prone to their own prejudices and misconceptions.
One must ever be wary of pride, in themselves and others.
Progress? Few things are so linear. True comprehension most of all.
One must ever be wary of pride, in themselves and others.
Progress? Few things are so linear. True comprehension most of all.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 11, 2020, 10:37 a.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
It's sad to see a body so deeply bitten by delusion as she. Tragic, really.
Still funny, though.
Still funny, though.
Written By Lisebet
Dec. 11, 2020, 8:42 a.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
I am so pleased for my brother and sister-by-marriage. I look forward to visiting and getting to meet baby Ryland! I wonder if Ivy likes her baby brother or if she thinks they should sell him.
Written By Andrina
Dec. 11, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(7/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Vicarin
We keep running into each other, and there is a certain placidity to this man that makes it pleasant to do so.
Written By Andrina
Dec. 11, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(7/17/1014 AR)
I am inspired to make a statuette of something I witnessed... But how would one capture liquid and hold it still forever? Perhaps... I could use Saikland Glass?
Written By Cirroch
Dec. 10, 2020, 10:56 p.m.(7/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
Apparently it is awkward and yet very funny for the tall Northman to call to the cats in the Menagerie as KITTY. I still retain that they are just Northern house cats.
Written By Ryhalt
Dec. 10, 2020, 10:52 p.m.(7/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I'm declining all invitations from you until you learn what a proper hunt is. Whoever Duke Cristoph finds to teach you will have their hands full. I see high turnover rate from despair.
Also, your baker is the evil one. He enjoyed that trick entirely too much.
Also, your baker is the evil one. He enjoyed that trick entirely too much.
Written By Tyrus
Dec. 10, 2020, 9 p.m.(7/17/1014 AR)
Thrise, Zeren, Qadir. Names I hadn't thought of in some time. All three were slaves alongside me. Survivours of that island, of that storm.
Thrise was Damia's best friend, a witness to our marriage beneath the stars. She was there when Aelia was born. She survived when many did not, only to die a free woman.
Zeren was one of my truest friend, a man of noble soul, kind and honourable even in the depths of misery that was that place. He died of an infected wound as we glimpsed the shores of Maelstrom.
Qadir too was a friend, a brother in all but blood. Aelia's favourite uncle. Her protector on the days and nights the masters would keep me from her. He swore himself to me after our arrival to Arvum. He put an end to his own life.
Three names that have recently returned to me. Three that hide so many more. Yet I shall remember, till there's none left unspoken.
Thrise was Damia's best friend, a witness to our marriage beneath the stars. She was there when Aelia was born. She survived when many did not, only to die a free woman.
Zeren was one of my truest friend, a man of noble soul, kind and honourable even in the depths of misery that was that place. He died of an infected wound as we glimpsed the shores of Maelstrom.
Qadir too was a friend, a brother in all but blood. Aelia's favourite uncle. Her protector on the days and nights the masters would keep me from her. He swore himself to me after our arrival to Arvum. He put an end to his own life.
Three names that have recently returned to me. Three that hide so many more. Yet I shall remember, till there's none left unspoken.
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