Written By Shae
Nov. 29, 2020, 6:40 a.m.(6/22/1014 AR)
The twins turned one just a little over a month ago, it seems just like yesterday that had been born. And now here they are one year, one month, and ten days old. Each day they grow and their little personalities continue to form them into tiny people, that I pray will be good and just, filled with love for the land, and wonder for the world around them. And above all, kind. I'm starting to wonder if it is time again to start thinking of having more little ones.
Written By Rowynna
Nov. 29, 2020, 1:57 a.m.(6/21/1014 AR)
The only silver lining about having someone annoyed and upset at you, is the reward when forgiveness is sought.
I have the most wonderful new gown in my wardrobe.
I have the most wonderful new gown in my wardrobe.
Written By Monique
Nov. 29, 2020, 12:51 a.m.(6/21/1014 AR)
When you plunge headlong into the unknown do you draw a deep breath or hold it as you let go?
Written By Valencia
Nov. 28, 2020, 7:23 p.m.(6/21/1014 AR)
I am heartened by way people across the realm are coming together to face those who would destroy us.
The attack against the Great Cathedral was more than the burning of a building. It was a brazen act of violence against the heart and fabric of our nation and its people. But what our enemies may not realize, is that we are Arvani and we do not give up so easily.
As always, the Hart will rise as well and do its part to fight back against this evil. We will not let our realm fall. We will do what we do best -- raise spirits, hope and generous donations for the cause with the help of our guests and friends at our upcoming Sip n’ Spar.
We can never let terrorism and the tyranny of others destroy us.
Together, let us show them that we cannot be so easily defeated.
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The attack against the Great Cathedral was more than the burning of a building. It was a brazen act of violence against the heart and fabric of our nation and its people. But what our enemies may not realize, is that we are Arvani and we do not give up so easily.
As always, the Hart will rise as well and do its part to fight back against this evil. We will not let our realm fall. We will do what we do best -- raise spirits, hope and generous donations for the cause with the help of our guests and friends at our upcoming Sip n’ Spar.
We can never let terrorism and the tyranny of others destroy us.
Together, let us show them that we cannot be so easily defeated.
~~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Ophira
Nov. 28, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
And which have you chosen, clever Harlequin?
Written By Cambria
Nov. 28, 2020, 2:04 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Come to think of it, all of life, at every moment, is a test of character.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 28, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
One might feel, no doubt without real reason, that by knowing the extremes of society that they have gained insight into all that lies in between. It is a little like the feeling, also without much justification, that your real character can emerge only in the most difficult circumstances. Actually, good fortune is at least as much a test of character as is ill-fortune, and probably a higher proportion fail it.
Written By Scylla
Nov. 28, 2020, 1:28 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
For as long as I can remember, scholar, I have been plagued by night terrors. So many of them, I know, are battened down memories breaking free. I'm always on a ship set ablaze, and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I fight it, the flames reach me, they burn me. My lungs fill with water, and I then wake, gasping for breath. But this last one I experienced was very different. I was standing in an empty room in an art gallery. Aye, me, in a gallery. Not a single artistic bone in my body, but there I was, gripped by an unnatural sorrow, and staring into a pool of my own tears. I still can't find the words to explain the depths of the emptiness I felt standing in that room, and even after I woke up. I carry it around with me, days later. I feel it even now.
I'm quite used to my dreams presenting as memories. I can handle that, I bear it up fine. But after a thorough search of the city, I found the gallery from my dream exists. And so if anyone finds me wandering the streets alone at night, please don't wake me...just return me to The Black Tide, and pray for me.
I'm quite used to my dreams presenting as memories. I can handle that, I bear it up fine. But after a thorough search of the city, I found the gallery from my dream exists. And so if anyone finds me wandering the streets alone at night, please don't wake me...just return me to The Black Tide, and pray for me.
Written By Cristoph
Nov. 28, 2020, 12:34 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ripley
This man helped me break down older, unused portions of my wardrobe from prior seasons. And yet, I've never actually spoken to him face to face. One time I saw him in a crowded room, I tried to wave. But he was gone. I have heard that he likes my eyebrows. Not the kind of compliment a man hears about everyday but I'll take it.
Written By Noelle
Nov. 28, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
I don't think I've managed to impress a potential protege as much as she had been hoping for, and I really can't blame her. But I did manage to get a statuette of myslef, made from delicious cheese, sent to me. With the way my luck goes, I'm calling this a win.
Written By Lisebet
Nov. 28, 2020, 9:57 a.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
A new Dominus has been chosen. Dominus Aureth has a lovely ring to it.
I cannot say we've spoken often, and likely he doesn't recall much of it. But I am quite grateful for the conversations we have had. I hope I might consider him a friend. In this time of difficulty, it cannot be so easy to make such choices. May the gods guide and smile upon you.
Well done, my friend.
I cannot say we've spoken often, and likely he doesn't recall much of it. But I am quite grateful for the conversations we have had. I hope I might consider him a friend. In this time of difficulty, it cannot be so easy to make such choices. May the gods guide and smile upon you.
Well done, my friend.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 28, 2020, 12:56 a.m.(6/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
The path to the Abyss is laid with good intentions, no?
Perhaps here is a good application of the Saik words: "Action without thought is slavery."
Good intentions are not enough when they are followed blindly to injurious ends. Good intentions will not undo what is done, nor prevent what is to come, if they are not tempered with analysis and guidance. But you know this. Perhaps another who needs the reminder will see this, as well.
Perhaps here is a good application of the Saik words: "Action without thought is slavery."
Good intentions are not enough when they are followed blindly to injurious ends. Good intentions will not undo what is done, nor prevent what is to come, if they are not tempered with analysis and guidance. But you know this. Perhaps another who needs the reminder will see this, as well.
Written By Ripley
Nov. 28, 2020, 12:31 a.m.(6/19/1014 AR)
I have a toad!
Not a toad toad. It's a dog. Named toad.
he was like a fat little tadpole when Apollo first brought me by and I saw in the pen. All belly, tiny legs and a long tail. Eyes too big for his head. He was a toad. Siri was waiting at the forge when I came back and told me that I needed to get to the Acorn. I was needed. I thought something had happened to Apollo. At least he had the decency to wait till I was not so deep in the depths of my personal darkness.
But he was in the stable telling something to sit. That didn't really do that much sitting. Toad! He had toad! who has already chewed on one of my hammers, and marked the corner of my couch, and claims the bull as his and sleeps on the couch with it. I have slept on the couch with him. He just lays on my chest. He is so warm and the sound of his snoring.
My niece is going to love him.
I can't wait to thank the Keatons. For letting me have Toad. He came from Apollo is a Keaton hound.
Oh gods the ears. His ears cover my face.
Not a toad toad. It's a dog. Named toad.
he was like a fat little tadpole when Apollo first brought me by and I saw in the pen. All belly, tiny legs and a long tail. Eyes too big for his head. He was a toad. Siri was waiting at the forge when I came back and told me that I needed to get to the Acorn. I was needed. I thought something had happened to Apollo. At least he had the decency to wait till I was not so deep in the depths of my personal darkness.
But he was in the stable telling something to sit. That didn't really do that much sitting. Toad! He had toad! who has already chewed on one of my hammers, and marked the corner of my couch, and claims the bull as his and sleeps on the couch with it. I have slept on the couch with him. He just lays on my chest. He is so warm and the sound of his snoring.
My niece is going to love him.
I can't wait to thank the Keatons. For letting me have Toad. He came from Apollo is a Keaton hound.
Oh gods the ears. His ears cover my face.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 27, 2020, 6:26 p.m.(6/19/1014 AR)
The Wind cares not how pure any body's intentions are.
Written By Aelgar
Nov. 27, 2020, 4:25 p.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
I am here almost two years, now, and I think I have a good handle on the layout of the city and the surrounding countryside. Good, but not great. The political scene is harder as I keep wandering down side trails. I have recently been spending more time with that trader, Giada Morello, now Sister Giada, and she has helped me learned a lot about the local scene. I helped build a hospital back home as well, and I am starting to expand my knowledge of the Faith in general and the Thirteenth in particular. It has not been a bad stay to date and I can hope it continues to go well, especially with Giada.
Written By Venturo
Nov. 27, 2020, 12:38 p.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
It has been warming to hear all of the interest and questions surrounding the upcoming Kismet Carnival - and I can promise, all with the wonderful patronage of the House Malespero and the Marquessa Lianne, it will be a show none will forget. Games of all sorts to practice your skill and luck upon, acts that defy gravity, and stories that will offer inspiration for the months to come.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 27, 2020, 8:35 a.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
Sometimes you have to cut the anchor loose to move onwards.
Sometimes you need to throw it in the waters, make a full stop and stay right there, and value what you have.
Sometimes you need to throw it in the waters, make a full stop and stay right there, and value what you have.
Written By Cassiopeia
Nov. 27, 2020, 8:03 a.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
I forewent my morning tea this morning and took a walk instead. Outside the city and around its massive walls I walked; each of us taller than those things around us and neither whispering the secret of why to the other. I came across sections of stone newer than others and asked a laborer of them. A war, a siege, he said, and some mighty army had broken through.
This is the way of history. It is all about perspective and timing. There will be many who look upon that spot and remember some great battle. I stare at it and mark only the farthest north I've been.
This is the way of history. It is all about perspective and timing. There will be many who look upon that spot and remember some great battle. I stare at it and mark only the farthest north I've been.
Written By Ripley
Nov. 26, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(6/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I had to excise it before it consumed me. I hadn't made it yet when it was cancelled. But just because it's not been made real doesn't mean that it isn't real. I would close my eyes and it was there. The stories I was told. Of things that have happened after she died, and when she was alive. It has crawled out of my mind, out of my skull and out of my fingertips and I worked with it until it was sitting there on the bench. I think I stared at it for an hour. I don't know if this what he would have wanted. If she was alive that she would enjoy. I can't let it sit on my shelves. It's not right to leave it there.
So I brought it to the wall. It now rests there with the others. I didn't know the woman, but others did and from them, I think that I made something... right. I don't know why the person who is doing these things that they say are her, does them. But I would imagine that she was a woman loved enough to inspire people to do good deeds in her name, long after she has passed.
I hope they keep doing them in her name.
She brought me out of the deep pit. Covered by dirt and dark, making this was like being washed.
I probably do need a bath. Haircut too. Probably.
So I brought it to the wall. It now rests there with the others. I didn't know the woman, but others did and from them, I think that I made something... right. I don't know why the person who is doing these things that they say are her, does them. But I would imagine that she was a woman loved enough to inspire people to do good deeds in her name, long after she has passed.
I hope they keep doing them in her name.
She brought me out of the deep pit. Covered by dirt and dark, making this was like being washed.
I probably do need a bath. Haircut too. Probably.
Written By Piccola
Nov. 26, 2020, 7:21 p.m.(6/17/1014 AR)
When prosperous the fool trembles for the evil that is to come.
In adversity the wise general smiles for the good that she has had.
So it is that hard times are best to remind us of the blessings we have.
Never fear loss when you have so much to be thankful for.
In adversity the wise general smiles for the good that she has had.
So it is that hard times are best to remind us of the blessings we have.
Never fear loss when you have so much to be thankful for.
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