Nov. 22, 2020, 5:50 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Those we lose to the viccisitudes of business and duty leave their loss like a torn, dark hole in a bright garden.
I cannot help but see it, and ache.
Nov. 22, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Niklas
In case I don't say it enough I am so, so lucky to have you as a partner in all things!
Nov. 22, 2020, 5:32 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
It's so exciting to see everyone's generosity and creativity when it comes to fundraising for the rebuilding of the Cathedral! And I know Sir Porter is working very, very hard, so hard that when I stopped by I honestly couldn't tell him and the other workers apart they were so covered in dust? But I'm quite sure that in the end the Cathedral will look even more glorious than it did before! And we'll all have an even deeper connection to it than we might have originally.
I cannot wait to see it finished!
Nov. 22, 2020, 5:24 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
I look at all the people in the city as they walk past. Some have recently lost someone and yet they continue on. They may not have a smile on their face, but they try to move on. They're being strong. They are picking up the pieces. Which is all you can do. Pick up the pieces one by one. Which it seems is what is happening. How amazing is that! To move through your grief. Though it still makes me so sad for them. And yet, in awe at how well the city is coming together. It's strength. And it's great! Sorry scholar, I'm RAMBLING AGAIN!
Nov. 22, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
I don't think I've ever forgotten my own name before. It's.. disconcerting.
Nov. 22, 2020, 4:53 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
I was afraid to look upon the Cathedral when I heard of what had befallen it, and the awful deeds done there. As I helped break and clear the rubble, I tried to dwell upon what still stood. The bell tower, much of the walls, and many hands willing to tend to it. Even if it won't be again what it was, I've faith something good will be rebuilt around the bones of it.
Written By
Regal
Nov. 22, 2020, 4:21 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
The lemon juice and water at the Traders Tavern is top notch in the city of Arx.
My name is Regal Sai and it has my official endorsement.
Nov. 22, 2020, 4:03 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
I wrote about two weeks ago about how I'd been learning how to make nails with Dame Ida. At least, I think I wrote about that. I'd need to turn a few pages to get there and that seems like too much trouble since I'm in the midst of writing these words! At any rate, I've spent what little free time I've had not moving rubble, wandering around her forge. I started work on a breastplate of cupridium. Dame Ida isn't an armorsmith, so I hope she doesn't mind my tinkering. It's looking okay so far, my first grand experiment with something that isn't a nail. I think I might be a little obsessed.
Of course then I let Bree hit me a bunch of times and now it's full of dents. But I think I can hammer them out!
Mostly.
Maybe.
Nov. 22, 2020, 3:53 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
I went to look at paintings last night, scholar. Stop looking at me funny! I did! And it was sorta fun. I saw people I knew there and everything, and there were pieces I liked. Honest! Maybe I should find something for our House, to replace the stuffed turkey? Nah...I rather like the turkey..
Nov. 22, 2020, 3:49 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Branwen
Branwen is back! And she's already started teaching me with her wiseness. Wiseness is a word right? If it isn't, it should be. She's a wise woman, and I missed her a lot! I'm so glad to have her back, to have her teachings! She couldn't have come back at a better time..
Nov. 22, 2020, 3:41 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Loyalty and honor. Some have it. Some don't.
Nov. 22, 2020, 3:29 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Aiden
A wager once made, now a wonderful friend
Nov. 22, 2020, 2:46 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Aerwan
Losing you to circumstance hurts more than I can eloquently express in words, whether written or spoken. It might be indicative of the limits of my talents as an orator, or how much succor, counsel, laughter and comfort you have given me in the last few weeks. I pray that the Scholar forgives me for offering these clumsy words in lieu of the things I could not say.
Until we meet again.
Nov. 22, 2020, 1:35 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Delilah
It was exactly as we expected it to be.
Written By
Kiera
Nov. 22, 2020, 12:23 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Valerius
The man lights up a room room but also intrigues me. Do I dare explore. It is sure to be interesting.
Nov. 22, 2020, 12:10 p.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
My dreams have always been so brilliant and so vivid. For as long as I can remember, whether they be beautiful or terrifying, it always felt as if I were living them, standing right in the middle of them. None have been so vivid as my recent dream. I give prayers to Aion to make sense of it all. However, if there is something I have learned over the years, it is to embrace the moment and not give into the fear or the wonder. Be an observer, do not get lost in the moment. It is just a dream after all.
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:04 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Khanne
The Duchess was the other co-host for last eve's event. Always ready with laughter and free with her emotions, she is happy to take things as they are on the surface - even if she may not fully buy into them. To say she is the opposite of the Marquessa is not quite accurate, but certainly a perfect complement indeed for my patron. I look forward to seeing what these two get up to next.
Nov. 22, 2020, 9:02 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Lianne
The Marquessa was a co-host last eve at the Eidolon Gallery. A fantastic event, and the paintings and songs to be had there? Were mesmerizing. As expected, she probed, poked, sought to see how my luck might be explained by skill, cunning, wit or sheer intellect. And as always, it was a pure delight. I hope, but am not certain, that I shall see the day her options for reasoning away my serendipity runs dry. If only I could be so lucky!
Nov. 22, 2020, 7:40 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
I would write of my adventures about the Lowers last night, but the truth is, I don't remember most of it.
Except for this red-haired lass that looked like she hadn't eaten in a week, her forearm not even big around as my wrist, and I STILL lost ten silver to her in an arm-wrestling match.
Nov. 22, 2020, 7:26 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
I met a man whose hair was long and gold;
at least so he said before he was old.
With aged blue eyes limned with wise light
he told me the way my bad luck to right.
Now here I sit putting ink to parchment,
assured that the only cure to my ailment,
is to Vellichor's archive to submit a poem.
And if you, stranger, would help banish mayhem,
And help this bad luck sink,
then set your quill into ink,
to be one of at least thirteen
to record a poem true and serene.