Written By Lisebet
Nov. 8, 2020, 9:58 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I don't like it when war is noticeably on the horizon. I know i'm not the only one. It's hard to - remember to keep enjoying life, while we can.
Because soon enough, we all return to the Queen of Endings.
Because soon enough, we all return to the Queen of Endings.
Written By Tarik
Nov. 8, 2020, 9:47 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
One thing learn when I was mostly a sellsword is that everyone wishes to be a hero when the prospects of large amount of gold or land is the reward. I have seen a baker don his suit of armor to try to rescue a noble daughter's from bandits without ever learning how to fight and getting winded from walking.
Written By Nina
Nov. 8, 2020, 9:25 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I'm so happy my first run of spring gown designs sold so well! I worked hard on them.... and I hope to have more to share out in a couple of weeks... So anyone who didn't get something nice this time, can wait for the next chance!
Written By Apollo
Nov. 8, 2020, 9 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I think I've done my service to Vellichor this week, all things accounted for.
Written By Neilda
Nov. 8, 2020, 8:57 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
I had a chance to sail with Wash Kennex on the Promise, and what an incredible experience that was. A ship like that makes the Bay of Thrax feel new again.
Written By Belladonna
Nov. 8, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Unfulfilled vocation pales the color in a woman's eyes. I have seen it in many places, and I would not wish that upon my worst enemies. Some, however, seem bound to curse themselves to this dreadful fate. There is a reason why history remembers winners, and not those who watched them claim and conquer, sniveling in impotent jealousy.
Written By Apollo
Nov. 8, 2020, 8:45 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
One needn't look too far afield for true alliances.
Written By Tyche
Nov. 8, 2020, 8:39 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
If anyone invites you to a Blackshore wedding, make certain you are prepared to play with fire.
Written By Raja
Nov. 8, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I hate the waiting. I know that it takes time to gather forces and to amass armadas. But, each day feels a bit heavier as I stare out to the horizon of the waters. Each day that passes, that fleet organizes itself for it's assault. I am eager to see them sink to the bottom of the sea.
Written By Raja
Nov. 8, 2020, 8:34 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I am pleased to say that I have been able to sell my first item that I have forged! It was a simple letter opener, but I took pride in it's creation. Evaristo saw a cupridium dagger that I created. I made him a new, flashy steel dagger with sapphires set within it! In exchange, he sent me a beautiful arm cuff. I have the perfect dress to wear with it one day.
Written By Gerrick
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:43 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kastelon
Always sage advice. Thank you friend.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I have acquired dread knowledge the past few days:
You never want to be hit in the face with a cow.
Thick arms. Thicker thighs.
You never want to be hit in the face with a cow.
Thick arms. Thicker thighs.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Give me the spring storms again
lightning-slashed clouds
waves arched to meet the rain
These months remind me of honesty
that soft sighs, sweet touches
so often conceal the urge to strike.
lightning-slashed clouds
waves arched to meet the rain
These months remind me of honesty
that soft sighs, sweet touches
so often conceal the urge to strike.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:24 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
It has taken me some time to put together my thoughts and feelings from the Mirror Masquerade recently passed, but at last I feel confident enough to do so. Whatever one may wish to say about the Eclipse of Mirrors, for me, there was quiet confirmation of something I had been long thinking over. To better understand, I must share a short story from my past.
There was, once upon a time, a young man of whom I greatly admired. He was of a higher station than myself, but we had always been cordial with one another, even friendly. I am not ashamed to say I would have liked more, but I could not admit it then. We spoke at my mother's funeral, and I found his aloofness extremely vexing. Why, I asked, could he not behave with me as when we were younger? Did we not know one another? Why the formality?
He answered simply that we were children no longer, and it was time to don the mask of liege; of Peer.
The answer wounded me, though I understood his meaning. For years I have lived by this. For years I have striven to live according to my role, for my House, for my people.
Yet for what feels like many months now, the question has harried my mind: am I not capable of being otherwise? Does Lagoma not teach us that change is part of life, that nothing is constant? After all, I am not the child I once was, yet I am still me. I am no longer Marquessa, but Duchess, and yet I am still me. Before I was Marquessa, I was Lady Cambria. And still I was me.
Then, that night, in a flash it came to me. So obvious. So simple.
I am the Hydra of Ostria. A creature of many faces. Should I lose one, two more will appear to replace it.
I am Duchess. Mother. Woman.
I was once a maid, and some day, I will be a crone.
Temptress. Lover. Friend.
Enemy. Rival. Stranger.
We live, we die.
We live.
Perhaps I am not who I once was, but I am still, and will always be me. Because we live, and is that not something to gladden the heart?
There was, once upon a time, a young man of whom I greatly admired. He was of a higher station than myself, but we had always been cordial with one another, even friendly. I am not ashamed to say I would have liked more, but I could not admit it then. We spoke at my mother's funeral, and I found his aloofness extremely vexing. Why, I asked, could he not behave with me as when we were younger? Did we not know one another? Why the formality?
He answered simply that we were children no longer, and it was time to don the mask of liege; of Peer.
The answer wounded me, though I understood his meaning. For years I have lived by this. For years I have striven to live according to my role, for my House, for my people.
Yet for what feels like many months now, the question has harried my mind: am I not capable of being otherwise? Does Lagoma not teach us that change is part of life, that nothing is constant? After all, I am not the child I once was, yet I am still me. I am no longer Marquessa, but Duchess, and yet I am still me. Before I was Marquessa, I was Lady Cambria. And still I was me.
Then, that night, in a flash it came to me. So obvious. So simple.
I am the Hydra of Ostria. A creature of many faces. Should I lose one, two more will appear to replace it.
I am Duchess. Mother. Woman.
I was once a maid, and some day, I will be a crone.
Temptress. Lover. Friend.
Enemy. Rival. Stranger.
We live, we die.
We live.
Perhaps I am not who I once was, but I am still, and will always be me. Because we live, and is that not something to gladden the heart?
Written By Thea
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:22 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I'm not sure if I've taken the time to say this, but--Thank you Lady Monique for your incites and going out of your way to spread your knowledge. I've learned a lot from you the last couple of weeks, and I greatly appreciate it.
Written By Philippe
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
The summer draws near. So far, the fields seem to be in good condition. No blights, no major infestations, no signs of failure. Nonetheless we must be diligent for any signs of danger. The heady smell of fertilizer rises high in Chevalle during this time of the year. It is not an odor that the city prefers, but as I have aged, I have come to love it. At least the version that makes the crops grow. Sometimes the odor also appears in the city, but it is political in nature.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Triton
Hello brother, my twin. I just wanted to say I miss you. It isn't the same without you! I feel you though, or hear your words in my very bones! Every thought, every decision I make.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:04 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
Sing on, poets of the realms,
And cease not to write of beauty or of truth.
To the daft is genius daft,
But your verse shall find fit audience though few.
And cease not to write of beauty or of truth.
To the daft is genius daft,
But your verse shall find fit audience though few.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:02 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Sometimes scholar, I guess it's time to do what's best for others and not just yourself. Is that growing up? I think so...
Written By Alis
Nov. 8, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Then I definitely should not counter with a 'stick a fork in you, you're done' joke. I feel as though we should go over dancing etiquette next; I do hope Lady Mabelle is alright!
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