Written By Oddmun
Dec. 2, 2020, 9:52 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
I do not post to my whites often. I fear that I do not have much to say and do not come across as witty as many of the others I catch glimpses of.
But Sapphira believes I should keep something for the future. Since she is now my wife, I suppose it is sage advice.
The foaling season is in full swing and the latest courses are looking to be a fine bunch. I have a few colts I need to show to Princess Zara for her help when I first came to the city.
I also need to remember to ask Sasha who it was that she said to speak to on my dreams. They are still happening. Though I suppose it is too late to assist with the Eurusi. With everyone preparing for the inevitability of war; I find myself listless and unsure how to help the houses that depend on me.
Something else I will need to look into.
But Sapphira believes I should keep something for the future. Since she is now my wife, I suppose it is sage advice.
The foaling season is in full swing and the latest courses are looking to be a fine bunch. I have a few colts I need to show to Princess Zara for her help when I first came to the city.
I also need to remember to ask Sasha who it was that she said to speak to on my dreams. They are still happening. Though I suppose it is too late to assist with the Eurusi. With everyone preparing for the inevitability of war; I find myself listless and unsure how to help the houses that depend on me.
Something else I will need to look into.
Written By Strozza
Dec. 2, 2020, 9:47 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
What do you see before you now?
At the end of your latest silent trek?
A rodent to catch with skill to wow?
Foolish we, for you see only a dusty speck.
At the end of your latest silent trek?
A rodent to catch with skill to wow?
Foolish we, for you see only a dusty speck.
Written By Lianne
Dec. 2, 2020, 7:55 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
I woke to find the sky had one less star than I remember.
Did it disappear while I was sleeping or did I dream a different sky?
Did it disappear while I was sleeping or did I dream a different sky?
Written By Macario
Dec. 1, 2020, 11:39 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
While I don't find myself particularly fond of dark corners of libraries, there's lots to be said about the law, and the battle between legal minds. Are battling barristers likely to die from a sword wound through the gut? Well, not too likely anyway, but one can't minimize the dangers inside and outside of the courtroom. Still, while fights might solve many disagreements, sometimes a good legal argument can be more satisfy. I mean, what's worth more, a pounding of a fist or the pounding heart of a lawyer arguing their case?
I ask you, because I've asked this question a few times, and you'll never guess the popular response? The pounding of the fist. Still... occasionally we can do things differently, right? Like trying a red wine instead of the usual white...
I ask you, because I've asked this question a few times, and you'll never guess the popular response? The pounding of the fist. Still... occasionally we can do things differently, right? Like trying a red wine instead of the usual white...
Written By Piccola
Dec. 1, 2020, 8:03 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
A wise man asked me what honor was.
For many, honor is the way you treat others. But this is a form of conduct. We honor the Gods; we honor the dead; and we honor our agreements. This is not what the wise man meant.
It is more difficult to describe what honor is. The consistency of doing what one says one will is honorable, but it is not honor to me. For me, honor is made up of the quiet things that no one ever knows. This is that desirable conduct which others find in us and means the most to those who step onto the battlefield. It is worth dying for; it is worth killing for.
Knowing what is the right thing to do is a matter of wisdom. Seeing it through is a matter of courage. And never seeking payment for it is honor.
Do well and mind your honor, wise general.
For many, honor is the way you treat others. But this is a form of conduct. We honor the Gods; we honor the dead; and we honor our agreements. This is not what the wise man meant.
It is more difficult to describe what honor is. The consistency of doing what one says one will is honorable, but it is not honor to me. For me, honor is made up of the quiet things that no one ever knows. This is that desirable conduct which others find in us and means the most to those who step onto the battlefield. It is worth dying for; it is worth killing for.
Knowing what is the right thing to do is a matter of wisdom. Seeing it through is a matter of courage. And never seeking payment for it is honor.
Do well and mind your honor, wise general.
Written By Valencia
Dec. 1, 2020, 7:38 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
In the face of evil or injustice, we all fight back in our own way.
Some with weapon and others with words. Some with acts of public defiance, while others quietly work for the cause in ways we will never see or hear about.
All of this, this heart, this unshrinking strength, this resiliency, is essential as we face and defeat our foes.
Together, we shall rise. Together, we shall prevail.
After all, we are Arvani.
~~~~~<~<~<@
Some with weapon and others with words. Some with acts of public defiance, while others quietly work for the cause in ways we will never see or hear about.
All of this, this heart, this unshrinking strength, this resiliency, is essential as we face and defeat our foes.
Together, we shall rise. Together, we shall prevail.
After all, we are Arvani.
~~~~~<~<~<@
Written By Eirene
Dec. 1, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(6/26/1014 AR)
Nothing annoys me more than a problem I can't diagnose, can't treat, can't fucking FIX. I know not all maladies have cures, not every poison has a remedy, and not every life can be saved... but I'll be damned if I don't TRY to keep my patients on the Wheel a little longer. And when faced with something I can't see, can't touch, can't remedy... I get pissy. (More than usual, Scholar).
It doesn't make sense. None of it does. It defies rhyme, reason, and natural philosophy. Fucking HATE IT.
It doesn't make sense. None of it does. It defies rhyme, reason, and natural philosophy. Fucking HATE IT.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 2:15 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
Thoughts of a Friend, Patron, and ....
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Calla
Thoughts of a Friend:
She came to me first, at a birthday party. That was the choice she made, to approach me, introduce herself, but when the party was over, she made efforts to continue. Efforts that I will appreciate. Efforts that did not mirror in others. It was a kindness, that I later learned, which was mutual. We both understand the position of the other is in and find it easy to share conversation, evasive as she is with her answers. Though I can't blame her for that. I have stumbled and made a snap decision early on, but, she didn't hold that against me. I am relieved. I feel a little bit more like myself around her too, after the card games. I find I'm a lot less than what I'm to be and more of who I was, still, an odd combination of both. It is a comfort to know, that there can be things such a friends. I have another to thank for opening me up to that realm of possibility.
But I still wonder, can people, exist, without an agenda? Is it in our nature to have a relationship without their desires guiding them...
Desire...
A strong word.
She came to me first, at a birthday party. That was the choice she made, to approach me, introduce herself, but when the party was over, she made efforts to continue. Efforts that I will appreciate. Efforts that did not mirror in others. It was a kindness, that I later learned, which was mutual. We both understand the position of the other is in and find it easy to share conversation, evasive as she is with her answers. Though I can't blame her for that. I have stumbled and made a snap decision early on, but, she didn't hold that against me. I am relieved. I feel a little bit more like myself around her too, after the card games. I find I'm a lot less than what I'm to be and more of who I was, still, an odd combination of both. It is a comfort to know, that there can be things such a friends. I have another to thank for opening me up to that realm of possibility.
But I still wonder, can people, exist, without an agenda? Is it in our nature to have a relationship without their desires guiding them...
Desire...
A strong word.
Written By Dio
Dec. 1, 2020, 12:52 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciro
Elonzo made arrangements with traders, and we were flush after many days at sea. Rum flowed in the palazzo, and the crew made plans to shower Princess Valencia's Hart in silver. Suddenly Lord Ciro entered, shoeless as a babe on an Ischian beach, carrying a bottle of cheap liquor. Having other responsibilities, I retried to my suite, and, after some tedious book keeping, I seized the opportunity to catch up with my cousin at the Hart.
Lord Ciro, who some hours earlier had been in the most dissolute state, stood before a tower of silver, with a flock of courtiers and visiting nobles. We shared several drinks, and I gambled away some coin. The crew was raucous but merry, and an alluring courtier chose me for her dance partner. Having enjoyed the pleasures of the Hart, I retired to the palazzo.
The next day, I saw my cousin pass through the hall wearing some handsome new boots. Gamblers throughout the city are no doubt rubbing their hands.
Lord Ciro, who some hours earlier had been in the most dissolute state, stood before a tower of silver, with a flock of courtiers and visiting nobles. We shared several drinks, and I gambled away some coin. The crew was raucous but merry, and an alluring courtier chose me for her dance partner. Having enjoyed the pleasures of the Hart, I retired to the palazzo.
The next day, I saw my cousin pass through the hall wearing some handsome new boots. Gamblers throughout the city are no doubt rubbing their hands.
Written By Malcolm
Nov. 30, 2020, 11:27 p.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
[ It's misspelled and grammatically terrible: ]
Not real sure when this will make it to my Journal -- and I may very well be wrong, real wrong -- and that this gets ahead to the Archives well ahead of me. That said, observed, and now I'm wondering what comes next -- because it's been too long since I wrote anything down and it feels a little like confessing to something else worse -- like eating too many garlicky fried eggs before you head off to the Hall to meet your people.
Seriously. I blamed it on Goofus.
Then, that's when I remembered that the dog wasn't even around and I couldn't blame that stink on him -- even though he can clear a room like a person can -- and if that wouldn't be a good reason to continue pickling my liver in good Northlands drink I don't know what else is. Although, honestly, if the present day ain't enough to keep the bottle uncork --
Right, right. Where was I -- oh, I know -- there's dire circumstances and everyone's rallying around and here I am making fart jokes.
Guess I blew it.
Not real sure when this will make it to my Journal -- and I may very well be wrong, real wrong -- and that this gets ahead to the Archives well ahead of me. That said, observed, and now I'm wondering what comes next -- because it's been too long since I wrote anything down and it feels a little like confessing to something else worse -- like eating too many garlicky fried eggs before you head off to the Hall to meet your people.
Seriously. I blamed it on Goofus.
Then, that's when I remembered that the dog wasn't even around and I couldn't blame that stink on him -- even though he can clear a room like a person can -- and if that wouldn't be a good reason to continue pickling my liver in good Northlands drink I don't know what else is. Although, honestly, if the present day ain't enough to keep the bottle uncork --
Right, right. Where was I -- oh, I know -- there's dire circumstances and everyone's rallying around and here I am making fart jokes.
Guess I blew it.
Written By Piccola
Nov. 30, 2020, 8:58 p.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Remember, wise general, that courage has little to do with anger.
A man lost in rage is not courageous; he is irrational. A woman of courage is cool and calm. The bravest soldiers have the least of a brutal insolence, so that when they find themselves at the height of danger they are often at their most serene, pleasant, and free.
Rage makes a coward forget himself and fight, so what is done in fury can never be on account of courage.
A man lost in rage is not courageous; he is irrational. A woman of courage is cool and calm. The bravest soldiers have the least of a brutal insolence, so that when they find themselves at the height of danger they are often at their most serene, pleasant, and free.
Rage makes a coward forget himself and fight, so what is done in fury can never be on account of courage.
Written By Hamish
Nov. 30, 2020, 4:42 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
It is not something to which I have ever aspired, I must admit, but I am greatly honored to have been chosen by the Dominus to replace him as Legate of the Lost and just as I hoped to live up to his daunting example as the first Archlector of our Queen of Endings I now hope to live up to that same example he has set as the first Shepherd of the Faith.
Written By Iseulet
Nov. 30, 2020, 4:04 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
I have a new love - something that filled a void in my heart I didn't realize was there.
Ours is a romance of time. The first few days we just lazed in the hammock together and got to know each other. I figured out how to touch her just right. We made the most beautiful music. She likes it when I sing for her and strum her softly but I am rusty - she makes my fingers bleed.
I adore her. My Rosy. My new mandolin.
Ours is a romance of time. The first few days we just lazed in the hammock together and got to know each other. I figured out how to touch her just right. We made the most beautiful music. She likes it when I sing for her and strum her softly but I am rusty - she makes my fingers bleed.
I adore her. My Rosy. My new mandolin.
Written By Alarissa
Nov. 30, 2020, 2:30 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Lady Amari knows just the right thing needed for the city. Yes indeed. I'm very delighted to partake in this little grand adventure.
Written By Giada
Nov. 30, 2020, 2:19 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
It's been a productive week between my investiture and this project of the Cathedral's reconstruction. My experience with logistics and shipping is what I can offer the gods, so I'll give it.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 30, 2020, 2:16 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
What does it mean to be an Islander? Thralldom and reaving? I can't fault mainlanders for thinking so, given even some among the Islanders believe it be the sum of who we are.
Yet to be an Islander is far more than that.
It is to look beyond the self and instead focus on the whole. It is to put aside selfishness and do what needs to be done for the House. It is to look beyond one's life and see the legacy of what came before and what will come after. It is to act in respect of the sacrifices made before to build and shape a legacy. It is to act knowing one's actions shall likewise echo down history decades, centuries from now.
To be an Islander is to look to the past and future and see the whole, to seize the moment now knowing all will be shaped by your actions.
Yet to be an Islander is far more than that.
It is to look beyond the self and instead focus on the whole. It is to put aside selfishness and do what needs to be done for the House. It is to look beyond one's life and see the legacy of what came before and what will come after. It is to act in respect of the sacrifices made before to build and shape a legacy. It is to act knowing one's actions shall likewise echo down history decades, centuries from now.
To be an Islander is to look to the past and future and see the whole, to seize the moment now knowing all will be shaped by your actions.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 30, 2020, 1:57 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Caution is often good. Yet it must not be allowed to become an excuse for indecision. Better to fall forward than stand in place.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 30, 2020, 1:19 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
It's difficult to accept new things. New information is applied on the old to see if this new concept might not simply be an extension of one already known. It's natural, it is how we learn, how we grow.
Yet when something is completely, absolutely, new? When it defies previous paradigms? When old truths are simply unable to contend with this new concept?
It's much harder to accept. Much harder to understand, too, for often information is lacking.
What's to be done, then? I've only one answer. To keep going, even if most questions remain unanswered, even if those that are only lead to more questions. Eventually, it might be more understandable, more familiar.
Maybe.
Yet when something is completely, absolutely, new? When it defies previous paradigms? When old truths are simply unable to contend with this new concept?
It's much harder to accept. Much harder to understand, too, for often information is lacking.
What's to be done, then? I've only one answer. To keep going, even if most questions remain unanswered, even if those that are only lead to more questions. Eventually, it might be more understandable, more familiar.
Maybe.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 30, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Promises made, promises kept.
The voice crying out in the darkness will be answered.
The voice crying out in the darkness will be answered.
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