Written By Ida
Nov. 1, 2020, 6:24 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Her Grace, Princess Alis Valardin, entrusted me with the creation of an alaricite blade. I always hope to do my very best with every weapon I make, of course, but it was especially important in this case. I have known Her Grace since coming to Arx over a decade ago, and it's little secret my affection and loyalty to both her and Prince Edain. I wanted to tell just the right story, to weave the past with the future somehow on the sword. It's hard to explain. To be honored to craft a blade for her is one that I can't put into words, really, and I hope what she now holds will serve to protect and defend her in whatever battles dare cross their path.
Written By Martino
Nov. 1, 2020, 5:50 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivian
We may need to take you up on the offer of sitting for our sweet Lady Arsenia II quite soon.
Hope you are ready.
Hope you are ready.
Written By Alis
Nov. 1, 2020, 5:41 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I do not often have the time to write in these journals of late; a failure of my duty to Vellichor for which I must make amends prior to my next trip to Sanctum. So I have more than one thing to thank Dame Ida for; prompting my desire to take to the whites.
I have had every weapon commissioned since being knighted made by Dame Ida's hand. Before she was Dame Ida, even! From the simple steel blade, to the redsteel and whitesteel flails that I favor in the midst of battle. She has never once disappointed me. Every weapon made has been an extension of both my heart and my hand. My latest commission is no exception, and she has crafted yet another truly exceptional weapon that I am proud to own and even more proud to show off as one of her works.
You are an artist that legends are made of, Dame Ida. The Oathlands, and House Valardin in particular, are so very lucky to have you.
I have had every weapon commissioned since being knighted made by Dame Ida's hand. Before she was Dame Ida, even! From the simple steel blade, to the redsteel and whitesteel flails that I favor in the midst of battle. She has never once disappointed me. Every weapon made has been an extension of both my heart and my hand. My latest commission is no exception, and she has crafted yet another truly exceptional weapon that I am proud to own and even more proud to show off as one of her works.
You are an artist that legends are made of, Dame Ida. The Oathlands, and House Valardin in particular, are so very lucky to have you.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 1, 2020, 5:04 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Descent as a dancer
Acrobat unrivaled
In hunt or play
Art in motion
Acrobat unrivaled
In hunt or play
Art in motion
Written By Mayir
Nov. 1, 2020, 4:57 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
MISSED CONNECTIONS
YOU: An enchanting Eurusi, mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
ME: A dashing sea captain with the Stygian crow pin.
Would love to see you again. Send a messenger!
YOU: An enchanting Eurusi, mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
ME: A dashing sea captain with the Stygian crow pin.
Would love to see you again. Send a messenger!
Written By Tarik
Nov. 1, 2020, 4:38 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I was able to catch up with some old friends, and meet some new ones. It is still getting too hot to be in Arx. Oh well, three more seasons until it is winter again.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 1, 2020, 4:27 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
The masquerade?
Don't be ridiculous. Of course I didn't attend. Anyone would be able to tell at a glance if I stood behind any mask.
Besides, have you seen the dresses they wear there? I'm not sure which would be worse - showing up and being so hopelessly outstaged or showing up and having my head turned quite so many times. It's enough to make for a sore neck, I'm certain.
I definitely did not attend.
Don't be ridiculous. Of course I didn't attend. Anyone would be able to tell at a glance if I stood behind any mask.
Besides, have you seen the dresses they wear there? I'm not sure which would be worse - showing up and being so hopelessly outstaged or showing up and having my head turned quite so many times. It's enough to make for a sore neck, I'm certain.
I definitely did not attend.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 1, 2020, 4:19 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Uncertainty is one of the cruelest tricks that can plague the mind.
Too many is the number of those I've been close to - or at least on good terms with - who have simply moved on with their lives and left this city with nary a word to me before so doing. Not knowing how they fare, not knowing if they live, not knowing where they are? The absolute worst of all. I could write entries at length for each of them, and to what end?
Ever have I made a concerted effort not to fall prey to wallowing about the past when the future has so much yet to be written, but I am as human as any when it comes to the simplest of truths:
I miss them all.
New faces will stand where they stood in time, perhaps, but not a one is replaceable.
Too many is the number of those I've been close to - or at least on good terms with - who have simply moved on with their lives and left this city with nary a word to me before so doing. Not knowing how they fare, not knowing if they live, not knowing where they are? The absolute worst of all. I could write entries at length for each of them, and to what end?
Ever have I made a concerted effort not to fall prey to wallowing about the past when the future has so much yet to be written, but I am as human as any when it comes to the simplest of truths:
I miss them all.
New faces will stand where they stood in time, perhaps, but not a one is replaceable.
Written By Raja
Nov. 1, 2020, 3:46 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I am going to open a new shop right next to Second Chances. It will be a place to sell the newly forged weapons I am going to create. It even has it's own forge in the back! I named the shop On the Edge for several reasons. I figured it was a play on words regarding weapons. But, the forge itself is situated right next to the cliff overlooking the Bay of Thrax! Of course, being in the Lowers, we all live our life on the edge. Ha!
Written By Raja
Nov. 1, 2020, 3:45 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Brother Felix is amazing. I don't know if I mentioned this before, but if I did, it is worth mentioning again. He has really helped me to learn smithing. His methods made it relatively easy to learn! I say relatively because it is difficult, but he makes it make sense. One day I will find a way to show him my appreciation even if he refuses anything I offer.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 1, 2020, 3:28 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I had hoped to attend the Mirror Masquerade, both to pay honor to friends who have since left and to spend time with others whose time I enjoy... and perhaps a bit out of curiosity. Alas, I was unable to. I am glad to see from many white journals here, that a good time was enjoyed by many. Perhaps next year, I will be able to enjoy the festivities.
Written By Raymesin
Nov. 1, 2020, 3:23 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
So that's how the silks celebrate an Eclipse of Mirrors? I think next time I'm going to vanish into a nice deep cellar with no mirrors in it and hope the candle doesn't turn red there too. Or maybe go down the Murder and get drunk.
Still, it was a very nice outfit, and we looked stunning together before the candles and mirrors went all strange. I still can't quite believe how stunning we looked. Or what happened while we were there. It'd be nice to think it was the drink at work, but I didn't touch a drop.
Still, it was a very nice outfit, and we looked stunning together before the candles and mirrors went all strange. I still can't quite believe how stunning we looked. Or what happened while we were there. It'd be nice to think it was the drink at work, but I didn't touch a drop.
Written By Ember
Nov. 1, 2020, 3:01 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
The Eclipse of Mirrors is past. Moonlight has been drained of its crimson. Masks have been removed.
The future of Redreef Shores is decided. I have set the course for my Barony, as is my right. I will ensure the safety and prosperity of my subjects and my family. It is written and thus sworn.
The future of Redreef Shores is decided. I have set the course for my Barony, as is my right. I will ensure the safety and prosperity of my subjects and my family. It is written and thus sworn.
Written By Philippe
Nov. 1, 2020, 2:51 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Sometimes a person must wonder what goes through the minds of the young. What drives them? What motivates them? Why do they do the things they do? How many messengers can one man receive in a single day? These questions will likely haunt me until the day I die.
Written By Sedna
Nov. 1, 2020, 2:41 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I appreciate jewelry, I do, but I'm just not the kind for it. Earrings get tangled up in my hair. Metal bracelets restrict. Gemmed rings weigh me down.
Necklaces? I do have a necklace that once suited me. Nothing special! A few pretty pearls strung on either side of a funnily lopsided piece of coral. -but my fondness for it has waned and setting it aside after wearing it so routinely day after day, I feel bare and vulnerable without it.
Necklaces? I do have a necklace that once suited me. Nothing special! A few pretty pearls strung on either side of a funnily lopsided piece of coral. -but my fondness for it has waned and setting it aside after wearing it so routinely day after day, I feel bare and vulnerable without it.
Written By Tanith
Nov. 1, 2020, 2:33 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Work up feeling better than when I went to sleep. That masquerade...
Strange. Fascinating. Unique. I don't know if I'll ever go again, but I feel a bit like I've crossed the experience off my list of 'to-dos'.
My eyes still hurt, and not a one of us drank.
So strange.
Strange. Fascinating. Unique. I don't know if I'll ever go again, but I feel a bit like I've crossed the experience off my list of 'to-dos'.
My eyes still hurt, and not a one of us drank.
So strange.
Written By Korka
Nov. 1, 2020, 1:36 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I can only infer that the lives of the nobility are so boring that they need to put themselves at risk in order to feel alive.
What a waste.
What a waste.
Written By Raja
Nov. 1, 2020, 1:20 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I am always pleased when spring comes back. Winter is always so horrible with all the cold and snow. I think I might be a lizard. I need warmth to survive.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 1, 2020, 11:01 a.m.(4/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Emberly
Sing on, O poet dear!
Such strains of dancing genius clear,
And seek your darling, sacred muse
In stars and trees and wat'ry floods -
Wherever she may happ'ly play,
And when your quill you deign to raise,
Please send me then your joyful bird
For I would not miss a word!
Such strains of dancing genius clear,
And seek your darling, sacred muse
In stars and trees and wat'ry floods -
Wherever she may happ'ly play,
And when your quill you deign to raise,
Please send me then your joyful bird
For I would not miss a word!
Written By Emberly
Nov. 1, 2020, 10:39 a.m.(4/21/1014 AR)
My muse
is it the silvery light of the moon?
is it the sweeping waves across the sand
hand in hand, gently pulling, gently moving, as only it can?
is it the touch of skin, the shining light?
is it the darkness, holding you tight?
Is it high?
or is it low?
is it the wise old tree
stuck in the undertow.
is it the silvery light of the moon?
is it the sweeping waves across the sand
hand in hand, gently pulling, gently moving, as only it can?
is it the touch of skin, the shining light?
is it the darkness, holding you tight?
Is it high?
or is it low?
is it the wise old tree
stuck in the undertow.
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