Written By Thea
Dec. 3, 2020, 6:51 p.m.(7/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
After some time of not, I well--I have a patron again. I really feel like praying to all the Gods for the man, but I mean. He knows what's he's getting into really. And I really think it will go really well. That said, here's to expanding on our friendship Duke Malcolm.
Written By Alarissa
Dec. 3, 2020, 6:22 p.m.(7/3/1014 AR)
An octopus escaped from the kitchen. We find wet trails, but no creature. How it has avoided the claw, I don't know. But we're losing fish in the atrium and we hear a squelching noise now and then. Beware if you step through our halls, it could be anywhere.
Written By Cirroch
Dec. 3, 2020, 6:19 p.m.(7/3/1014 AR)
I have been told to assimilate my clothing or face having nothing to wear. I believe that this may be in jest, though I have also found that asking can be a safer approach. How does one wear clothing that has no strategical or armor advantages?
Written By Mabelle
Dec. 3, 2020, 4:54 p.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
Is awareness a blessing in disguise? Was I happier not knowing?
I was not.
I was not.
Written By Cambria
Dec. 3, 2020, 4:14 p.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
An immutable truth one should recognize and understand early on is that the future belongs to the winners of today.
For better or worse.
For better or worse.
Written By Ciro
Dec. 3, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
I find myself time and again drawn to the water garden and its great map, Though I only left home weeks ago it makes me long for the shores of Ischia and the comfort of Braiga.
The time taken to craft such a vision surely great, and done by a skilled hand. The rivers and villages drawing forth memories from the past, Both distant and far closer to this time before the storm..
Perhaps after the trip to the Saffron I will make time to visit home, Even if for just a short time. I didn't say a proper farewell to its shore.
And I could use a good rum. I think we all could here in the city.
The time taken to craft such a vision surely great, and done by a skilled hand. The rivers and villages drawing forth memories from the past, Both distant and far closer to this time before the storm..
Perhaps after the trip to the Saffron I will make time to visit home, Even if for just a short time. I didn't say a proper farewell to its shore.
And I could use a good rum. I think we all could here in the city.
Written By Macario
Dec. 3, 2020, 12:46 p.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
I feel guilty over a terrible deceit. It eats away at me.
I’m not one to notice men’s facial hair, but I met a man with the most perfect beard. It’s glorious, truly. And the man happens to be taller than I. And instead of taking that at face-value, I told an incredible tale about how a man elsewhere in our world has a better beard. Well, if I’m honest to myself, it was the other that came up with this story but instead of denouncing his insecurities, I encouraged them. Now I fear he will take to the seas in search of a mythological person with a nicer beard. That person doesn’t exist. It really is an exquisite beard.
I’m not one to notice men’s facial hair, but I met a man with the most perfect beard. It’s glorious, truly. And the man happens to be taller than I. And instead of taking that at face-value, I told an incredible tale about how a man elsewhere in our world has a better beard. Well, if I’m honest to myself, it was the other that came up with this story but instead of denouncing his insecurities, I encouraged them. Now I fear he will take to the seas in search of a mythological person with a nicer beard. That person doesn’t exist. It really is an exquisite beard.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 3, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
I shouldn't have an eye for such things, but I saw one of Mistress Aurora's gorgeous gowns the other day. Metal fashioned around the throat, long slit sleeves... the very thing of elegance and effortlessness. Commendable for such beautiful things to have a place on the brightest of souls, and that makes me so very happy.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 3, 2020, 9:48 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
Braumina has decided to eat my boots. Or try, anyway. How can something only a quarter their size inflict so much damage? Either way, it appears I'm off to the leather-worker's to find myself another good pair of such things.
Or more extravagantly, a bonanza of chew toys. These little clouds are a delight, I suppose -- having never grown up with so many pups about, I feel rather like a hawk or cat among a parliament of ravens. Still, these sweet little bundles of energy are far more exciting than croaking corvids, mostly because of the sheer furry intensity of them all.
Try watching a fat-bellied puppy climb over a mountain of its siblings to be the one to catch some passing bit of fluff, a dandelion's spark and you'll know what I mean.
Or more extravagantly, a bonanza of chew toys. These little clouds are a delight, I suppose -- having never grown up with so many pups about, I feel rather like a hawk or cat among a parliament of ravens. Still, these sweet little bundles of energy are far more exciting than croaking corvids, mostly because of the sheer furry intensity of them all.
Try watching a fat-bellied puppy climb over a mountain of its siblings to be the one to catch some passing bit of fluff, a dandelion's spark and you'll know what I mean.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 3, 2020, 5:35 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
Another fine dinner, Scholar. I even set aside the time to come recount it directly, given the dinner was also a fundraiser to help with the Great Cathedral restoration.
You see, there’s a wine my family produces that has been a family-only wine for a few generations now. Each vintage is usually a small run, and it takes at least eight years to go from vine to glass - so, I think we could be forgiven for coveting it. That coveting allowed the wine to be favored by my uncle. Some people know he carried a pouch of wine spices around to season his wine by the glass. Well, I was inspired to take his signature spice blend and use it to create an even smaller batch of a special blend of that coveted family wine. And then I released just one case, twelve bottles, to the public through a raffle.
I sincerely hope the winners drink the wine, at some point. I understand the instinct to keep it. Save it for something special. My uncle might have just called that “dinner.” (One bottle was opened just as soon as it was won; a bold move. I can respect that.) Congratulations to Prince Sebastian Pravus, Duchess Lisebet Ashford, Marquis Gaspar Tessere, Marquessa Norah Eswynd, Marquessa Tyche Inverno, Count Duarte Amadeo, Baroness Calla Vaevici, Lady Alessia Mazetti, Lord Ciro Seraceni, Lady Mabelle Laurent, Lord Orland Amadeo, and Samira Culler.
My sincerest thanks to all of them for participating. My additional, and equally sincere, thanks to Princess Adrienne Pravus, Princess Alarissa Thrax, Princess Natasha Thrax, Prince Patrizio Pravus, Duke Ryhalt Farshaw, Baroness Ember Redreef, Lady Piccola Tessere, and Lord Yuri Tessere for their additional contributions to the fundraiser.
You see, there’s a wine my family produces that has been a family-only wine for a few generations now. Each vintage is usually a small run, and it takes at least eight years to go from vine to glass - so, I think we could be forgiven for coveting it. That coveting allowed the wine to be favored by my uncle. Some people know he carried a pouch of wine spices around to season his wine by the glass. Well, I was inspired to take his signature spice blend and use it to create an even smaller batch of a special blend of that coveted family wine. And then I released just one case, twelve bottles, to the public through a raffle.
I sincerely hope the winners drink the wine, at some point. I understand the instinct to keep it. Save it for something special. My uncle might have just called that “dinner.” (One bottle was opened just as soon as it was won; a bold move. I can respect that.) Congratulations to Prince Sebastian Pravus, Duchess Lisebet Ashford, Marquis Gaspar Tessere, Marquessa Norah Eswynd, Marquessa Tyche Inverno, Count Duarte Amadeo, Baroness Calla Vaevici, Lady Alessia Mazetti, Lord Ciro Seraceni, Lady Mabelle Laurent, Lord Orland Amadeo, and Samira Culler.
My sincerest thanks to all of them for participating. My additional, and equally sincere, thanks to Princess Adrienne Pravus, Princess Alarissa Thrax, Princess Natasha Thrax, Prince Patrizio Pravus, Duke Ryhalt Farshaw, Baroness Ember Redreef, Lady Piccola Tessere, and Lord Yuri Tessere for their additional contributions to the fundraiser.
Written By Gaspar
Dec. 3, 2020, 4:06 a.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
Time continues to pass and each day continues to surprise. For the first time perhaps in my life, it feels almost complete. I have a purpose with my wife and will sing her praises long past the time I am hoarse. Our House will prosper, thanks to her vision and direction.
Blessings continue to find me and I continue to ask what I've done to deserve them. New people come into my life and they are eagerly received. They filled a need that I've had and haven't realized. Old relationships have been reconnected. Not as they once were, perhaps, but enough so that a healing may begin. Healing from a wound that I created. It has been a wonderful few weeks.
Now, if only these dreams would stop so that I could sleep with my wife undisturbed...
Blessings continue to find me and I continue to ask what I've done to deserve them. New people come into my life and they are eagerly received. They filled a need that I've had and haven't realized. Old relationships have been reconnected. Not as they once were, perhaps, but enough so that a healing may begin. Healing from a wound that I created. It has been a wonderful few weeks.
Now, if only these dreams would stop so that I could sleep with my wife undisturbed...
Written By Natasha
Dec. 3, 2020, 3:57 a.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
Once again, my sister-in-law's wisdom and experience prove accurate and immutable. As she has predicted, the number of correspondences I have received tripled overnight.
Thankfully, as I confessed to the Lady Monique Greenmarch just recently, I enjoy receiving and writing letters.
Thankfully, as I confessed to the Lady Monique Greenmarch just recently, I enjoy receiving and writing letters.
Written By Hamish
Dec. 3, 2020, 2:17 a.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
I have never seen such a thing.
I could have wept for its beauty or I could have wept for its pain.
The wars we face here affect all of those who stand against the Abyss, and their wars in turn affect us. We can, and should, not be one people, but we can, and should, support one another when we can. To help others is to help ourselves. To help ourselves is the help the world.
I could have wept for its beauty or I could have wept for its pain.
The wars we face here affect all of those who stand against the Abyss, and their wars in turn affect us. We can, and should, not be one people, but we can, and should, support one another when we can. To help others is to help ourselves. To help ourselves is the help the world.
Written By Tyrus
Dec. 2, 2020, 8:12 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
To be whole again... There is something powerful in being so, after having known what it was like to be lesser, to be only a piece of the true self.
Not to worry, I've learnt my lesson.
Not to worry, I've learnt my lesson.
Written By Yuri
Dec. 2, 2020, 5:52 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
A month or so on my own in the city bore its own set of trials and tribulations, but nothing I would not have been able to handle. Nothing that I have not handled already. I have worked up quite a list of friends and acquaintances. But, in my pursuit of an independent life, Mother was not written to once in two weeks. I will leave it in my erring that made her come to this decision, but apparently that was her final nerve!
And so, Bartolomeo was sent up from the south some time ago. He only recently arrived to the Villa this morning, of all things! I did not mind Bartolomeo back home but he was /too/ attentive. Always writing, always watching. Always clicking and tutting when there was a slight. Perhaps he's changed some but I can only imagine what his goal is here in Arx. Hopefully, on some parallel road, he, too, will find his liberation moving to the city.
Yet, of what I heard from the guards recently, I will be disappointed. Gravely disappointed.
And so, Bartolomeo was sent up from the south some time ago. He only recently arrived to the Villa this morning, of all things! I did not mind Bartolomeo back home but he was /too/ attentive. Always writing, always watching. Always clicking and tutting when there was a slight. Perhaps he's changed some but I can only imagine what his goal is here in Arx. Hopefully, on some parallel road, he, too, will find his liberation moving to the city.
Yet, of what I heard from the guards recently, I will be disappointed. Gravely disappointed.
Written By Ciro
Dec. 2, 2020, 5:21 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
The only drinking problem I've ever had is finding where my clothes have gone off to.
Written By Sunaia
Dec. 2, 2020, 1:16 p.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
I leave - I return.
I leave again - I return again.
I realize that dark, richly packed dirt and leaf litter and grasses are kinder on bared feet than the pathways of the city. Walk around long enough without boots and the soles of the feet get hard and calloused like the paw pads of the hounds I run with. With and alongside. We run. We hunt. We eat when we're hungry and sleep when we're weary.
I know it's a danger to be in the woods these days, but, when I think about how the dangers lurk everywhere around us - I would rather risk the freedom of forests than the confines of the city.
I leave - I return.
Yes, I wouldn't trade this freedom for anything.
I leave again - I return again.
I realize that dark, richly packed dirt and leaf litter and grasses are kinder on bared feet than the pathways of the city. Walk around long enough without boots and the soles of the feet get hard and calloused like the paw pads of the hounds I run with. With and alongside. We run. We hunt. We eat when we're hungry and sleep when we're weary.
I know it's a danger to be in the woods these days, but, when I think about how the dangers lurk everywhere around us - I would rather risk the freedom of forests than the confines of the city.
I leave - I return.
Yes, I wouldn't trade this freedom for anything.
Written By Amari
Dec. 2, 2020, 12:24 p.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
I'm for the north again. I never honestly thought I'd be seeing so much of my mother's homeland. Though I will always love the wild woods of Oakhaven, it's hard to deny the stark majesty of the Crovane mountains and the beauty of a world sleeping silent and serene under a blanket of pristine white snow. Unfortunately, I won't be there to enjoy the scenery.
The cruelty of the tidings delivered so unexpectedly shocked me to the core. My heart has become like a solid lump of ice in my chest. I still don't quite believe what's being presumed, and won't until I see it with my own eyes. No matter what, there will be an 'and beyond' to this story, I promise that. Whether it's written in blood, or howled with rage into the bitter Everwinter winds, it will be finished only when the crawling filth and rot responsible is scoured clean.
The cruelty of the tidings delivered so unexpectedly shocked me to the core. My heart has become like a solid lump of ice in my chest. I still don't quite believe what's being presumed, and won't until I see it with my own eyes. No matter what, there will be an 'and beyond' to this story, I promise that. Whether it's written in blood, or howled with rage into the bitter Everwinter winds, it will be finished only when the crawling filth and rot responsible is scoured clean.
Written By Sapphira
Dec. 2, 2020, 12:22 p.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Oddmun
I can scarcely believe Oddmun and I are wed at last. All the waiting, the courtship, every moment was worth it. It was a lovely private ceremony, as we could not bear to wait a moment longer. Our immediate kin were in attendance, and we look forward to a more public celebration soon. For now, we are enjoying the time together, and appreciating it for the miracle that it truly is.
Written By Bree
Dec. 2, 2020, 11:21 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
"The only books that the waves can read are made of stone and salt."
I have never been any good at riddles.
I have never been any good at riddles.
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