Written By Dio
Nov. 24, 2020, 10:54 a.m.(6/12/1014 AR)
I traveled to Ischia's largest cathedral to speak with Seraph Livia about the apostates, and any possible unrest on account of Waldo's recent proclamations. I have always felt that if the gods ever desired a place to rest in the Dream, surely it would be to sip wine in the gardens of the Cathedral di Morisco with perhaps the most well-traveled of Seraphs, and the kindest.
Amid the colonnades, gardens and scriptoriums of the cathedral, disciples went about their business, untroubled so far as I could tell, save with the typical disputes of vow breakers. Instead, I saw the clergy of Ischia offering blessings to the sick and the poor, speaking to the families of the Seraceni court about the duties of marriage before Limerance, and offering advice to merchants on how to best acquire the favor of Gild.
At our quiet garden table, over a glass of Ischian red, Seraph Livia told me that those paying serious attention to Waldo, Ivan and the apostate faction are few on Ischia, though malefactors looking to profit from the situation should not be underestimated. Knowing my nature and policy, she refused to suggest any names for interrogation, and reassured me that faith in the gods and their holy vicars is the best path to peace at home and prosperous raids at sea.
The rest of our conversation passed on pleasing subjects: the best vintages currently available in the city, the latest works of Prince Sebastian Pravus, the songs of Lady Ophira Blackshore, and of course, the jewelry being crafted for the upcoming gala. In the end, Seraph Livia left me inspired and content, and I in turn left a sizable donation to the Faith that had once floated in the hold of Skal'dajan ship.
That evening I was walking past the Fountain of Gild as the first stars were visible at twilight. A painting caught my attention: a group of fashionably dressed nobles or courtiers standing by the fountain in the light of a fresh dawn. The painting itself in its color, texture and composition displayed genius and skill. The more I looked at it, the more I couldn't shake a feeling of familiarity. The eyes of one noblewoman depicted were as clear and blue as the waters of Ischia. Another nobleman was painted with the most exquisite waistcoat. I inquired as to whether the subjects of the painting were inspired by life. She said they were visitors from Arx, helping to solve a dispute among jewelers. I laughed, and paid her an exorbitant fee for the painting.
Amid the colonnades, gardens and scriptoriums of the cathedral, disciples went about their business, untroubled so far as I could tell, save with the typical disputes of vow breakers. Instead, I saw the clergy of Ischia offering blessings to the sick and the poor, speaking to the families of the Seraceni court about the duties of marriage before Limerance, and offering advice to merchants on how to best acquire the favor of Gild.
At our quiet garden table, over a glass of Ischian red, Seraph Livia told me that those paying serious attention to Waldo, Ivan and the apostate faction are few on Ischia, though malefactors looking to profit from the situation should not be underestimated. Knowing my nature and policy, she refused to suggest any names for interrogation, and reassured me that faith in the gods and their holy vicars is the best path to peace at home and prosperous raids at sea.
The rest of our conversation passed on pleasing subjects: the best vintages currently available in the city, the latest works of Prince Sebastian Pravus, the songs of Lady Ophira Blackshore, and of course, the jewelry being crafted for the upcoming gala. In the end, Seraph Livia left me inspired and content, and I in turn left a sizable donation to the Faith that had once floated in the hold of Skal'dajan ship.
That evening I was walking past the Fountain of Gild as the first stars were visible at twilight. A painting caught my attention: a group of fashionably dressed nobles or courtiers standing by the fountain in the light of a fresh dawn. The painting itself in its color, texture and composition displayed genius and skill. The more I looked at it, the more I couldn't shake a feeling of familiarity. The eyes of one noblewoman depicted were as clear and blue as the waters of Ischia. Another nobleman was painted with the most exquisite waistcoat. I inquired as to whether the subjects of the painting were inspired by life. She said they were visitors from Arx, helping to solve a dispute among jewelers. I laughed, and paid her an exorbitant fee for the painting.
Written By Natasha
Nov. 24, 2020, 3:43 a.m.(6/11/1014 AR)
As a Disciple, I tend to view my prayers as necessary to start the day with a clear mind, and recalibrate said mind at the end of it before it rests.
With that written, I do not think I have prayed as many times in my life as I have in the last week.
With that written, I do not think I have prayed as many times in my life as I have in the last week.
Written By Thea
Nov. 23, 2020, 5:36 p.m.(6/11/1014 AR)
Home from the latest journey. It was--interesting to say the least. It was like a family dinner, I'll say that much. But I couldn't imagine a better group of people to go on any adventure with.
Written By Aconite
Nov. 23, 2020, 4:55 p.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
It seems I don't get to enjoy the city for very long before I have to turn around and head right back away from it again. No doubt there are a few vintners whose coffers are much lighter in my absence...
I hope that's all the loss the city will suffer while I am away..
I hope that's all the loss the city will suffer while I am away..
Written By Cristoph
Nov. 23, 2020, 1:14 p.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
How do you describe the feeling of having opened up a part of yourself that you'd previously kept securely shut? Cracking the door open enough to allow the light inside to spill out? I find that there's something oddly terrifying about it, but it comes with a rush and a desire to keep going back to it. To pry the door open just a little further and see what else might be in there. And is there a reason we haven't danced yet? Or is it just that everything else becomes so consuming?
Written By Aethan
Nov. 23, 2020, 11:53 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Traditionalists, I wish they would be open to reviewing such and understanding what is wrong.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 23, 2020, 11:50 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Purple Moonlight given form
Soft and free as mist
Eyes are emerald kissed
And contained within a storm
Soft and free as mist
Eyes are emerald kissed
And contained within a storm
Written By Esme
Nov. 23, 2020, 11:10 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Our path.
We walk it every moment. We make decisions from the moment that we open our eyes and these alter our path and what comes of it. I have always tried to have a respect for the choices people make. I try to remove my bias from them to just accept a choice is a choice. It is not bad. It is not good. Merely a choice. There is always a reaction to that choice which cannot be ignored.
I was musing about the people we meet on our paths. We have people that have become friends, lovers, family, enemies, and everything in between. We interact with people and sometimes make shared choices. It is okay to love a person and not understand the choices they make. It is okay to say good-bye to someone as well. Sometimes the people on our paths are just there for a moment. They are to assist with something, they are to teach us something, and they are a spark not an endless flame in our lives. This, too, is okay.
It is okay to love someone fiercely, so very fiercely and still walk away. It is okay not to like someone for the choices they have made, but we cannot take away their ability to make the choices. There is nothing really pointed to this musing today. It is just people. I have been thinking about people lately. The ones that stay through everything and the ones that were just a burst of brightness for a few moments.
We walk it every moment. We make decisions from the moment that we open our eyes and these alter our path and what comes of it. I have always tried to have a respect for the choices people make. I try to remove my bias from them to just accept a choice is a choice. It is not bad. It is not good. Merely a choice. There is always a reaction to that choice which cannot be ignored.
I was musing about the people we meet on our paths. We have people that have become friends, lovers, family, enemies, and everything in between. We interact with people and sometimes make shared choices. It is okay to love a person and not understand the choices they make. It is okay to say good-bye to someone as well. Sometimes the people on our paths are just there for a moment. They are to assist with something, they are to teach us something, and they are a spark not an endless flame in our lives. This, too, is okay.
It is okay to love someone fiercely, so very fiercely and still walk away. It is okay not to like someone for the choices they have made, but we cannot take away their ability to make the choices. There is nothing really pointed to this musing today. It is just people. I have been thinking about people lately. The ones that stay through everything and the ones that were just a burst of brightness for a few moments.
Written By Lianne
Nov. 23, 2020, 10:46 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Venturo
If there is one thing I might say about my protege's luck, it is that he's fortunate I did not press him about the puppy. I heard there was a puppy rescued from that fire, Venturo, and yet the tower remains without. Tell me, at least, that it went to a good home?
Written By Lianne
Nov. 23, 2020, 10:43 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
In the way that the moon follows the sun, so have Khanne and I tread the same ground and cared for the same people over the past nine years. We were not fast friends. Instead, we skirted the periphery of each other's lives for a long while, our paths intermittently crossing. With time, we were able to look back and see how our paths had woven together, what friendship had grown without our noticing.
When I have hidden from the world for too long, it is so often Khanne who draws me back out, accompanying me to a party or a poetry reading or simply a walk through the gardens. When I am afraid of getting too excited over things which might not work out, she reminds me to celebrate that moment of hope and possibility, whatever will come. She is my anchor, my complement and my dearest friend.
I am so exceedingly pleased with how well our utterly indulgent night went. Such a selfish thing, in truth, all to meet interesting people. You did not disappoint, Arx. Thank you.
When I have hidden from the world for too long, it is so often Khanne who draws me back out, accompanying me to a party or a poetry reading or simply a walk through the gardens. When I am afraid of getting too excited over things which might not work out, she reminds me to celebrate that moment of hope and possibility, whatever will come. She is my anchor, my complement and my dearest friend.
I am so exceedingly pleased with how well our utterly indulgent night went. Such a selfish thing, in truth, all to meet interesting people. You did not disappoint, Arx. Thank you.
Written By Elloise
Nov. 23, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Prince Niklas has given me an idea. How many strings do lutes usually have? Can they have more strings than that? What's the maximum number of strings? At what point is it just too much string? Has anyone found that point?
Written By Elloise
Nov. 23, 2020, 9:14 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Who doesn't believe in the Mother of Beginnings and Queen of Endings?! I would speak with them too! Though I'm not a Deathspeaker, just the regular kind of speaker. Well, not really a SPEAKER-speaker, just...one who speaks.
Written By Orick
Nov. 23, 2020, 8:25 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
I daresay, you can't disappear yet... I still owe you that drink and we've so very much to discuss! Don't leave promised liquor to languish unimbibed and forgotten, that's practically abusive!
Written By Sloane
Nov. 23, 2020, 8:14 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
Tanith! I meant to surprise you but I can't wait another moment: I'm here. Can you believe it? I have so much to tell you. Where are you? I heard you'd be at
the Murder, but I can't find it.
That probably makes me in need of direction. Ha! But truly, tell me when I can visit.
What? Yes, Scholar. Just so. You are a good man. Don't let them say otherwise.
the Murder, but I can't find it.
That probably makes me in need of direction. Ha! But truly, tell me when I can visit.
What? Yes, Scholar. Just so. You are a good man. Don't let them say otherwise.
Written By Apollo
Nov. 23, 2020, 7:35 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Something grew -
Just not where I planted it.
Just not where I planted it.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 23, 2020, 5:41 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Drake
Remember:
Brown coat.
Blue eyes.
Puppy.
Brown coat.
Blue eyes.
Puppy.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 23, 2020, 4:40 a.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
The Salacious Baker has done it again. The Red Velvet Oozing cake at the Physician's Fundraiser is one to be discussed for centuries.
Written By Kastelon
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:44 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Not that it's not a wonder, the things available here in this vast city, but larger events oft make me miss the solitude of being in the forests.
Resolute, you're fortunate for the excuse to be at home waiting to see what treats I bring you.
Resolute, you're fortunate for the excuse to be at home waiting to see what treats I bring you.
Written By Nina
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:33 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
I love Arx, but I think I'd like to take a trip out of the city soon and see some different scenery. It's been too long since I went sailing. I hope this possibility of war doesn't make it too difficult...
Written By Drake
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:30 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tesha
Thank you to Tesha for passing on the Highhill puppies to their home.
And also thank you to Katryn for showing me the basics of dog training. I'll probably need a little more training myself if I'm going to be leading the pack, but it's all part of running the house.
And also thank you to Katryn for showing me the basics of dog training. I'll probably need a little more training myself if I'm going to be leading the pack, but it's all part of running the house.
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