Written By
Korka
Oct. 19, 2020, 11:02 p.m.(3/24/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Ripley
Maybe try accounting instead.
Written By
Esme
Oct. 19, 2020, 9:55 p.m.(3/24/1014 AR)
How does one get a best friend? I had one... for a bit.
I don't know how to make another one. Does anyone need a best friend? I don't have references, but just send me a message.
Oct. 19, 2020, 9 p.m.(3/24/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Haakon
Speaking on behalf of the discipleship of our Queen of Endings, the Harlequins of Death, I would like to extend a thanks and congratulations to Lord Haakon Eswynd for doing his part in defending the art of punmanship.
Written By
Wylla
Oct. 19, 2020, 1:16 p.m.(3/24/1014 AR)
While I do appreciate the building and rebuilding of the Shrine, it behooves me to keep a chest to myself that I can move with my valuables at the place. Well, those things valuable to my office, I suppose. I can't think of the last time, if ever, there was an office attached to the Shrine, but there is the marking of an old door way and a garden that isn't a garden, traced with stones for a foundation that hasn't been built upon in ages. So! I think I'm going to build a room, a studio, that will be destroyed and rebuilt with the Shrine as the rest of it is. I'm assured it won't take long at all, with all the materials laid about and ready for use.
An angled roof, perhaps? Many, many windows-
[The rest of the page looks like schematics for a room, but maybe a building? Also a wall with many, many things dangling off it-]
Oct. 19, 2020, 1:09 p.m.(3/24/1014 AR)
I write this from the guildmasters settee. I don't know why anyone even asks me to make anything. Jayus abandons me, and something else takes his place. Reid's letters pile up and others beside me. I am ignoring them. I threw everything into the fountain like the crazed man that I am. They are no good except for hanging on the fountains edges and glittering in the sunlight. Jayus has abandoned me, I am a cruel man. I should take to the road till my feet bleed. I didn't know it would cause so much turmoil. I didn't mean to. I'm a horrible person.
Written By
Ida
Oct. 19, 2020, 9:54 a.m.(3/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Ripley
Jayus does not take away his gifts, I don't believe, but perhaps sometimes sets a challenge before us. I'm not sure. There are at least dozens of times when something didn't come out as well as I'd hoped, but the disappointment was mine to learn from, I think. It doesn't make you a horrible person - it makes you human.
Written By
Ida
Oct. 19, 2020, 9:38 a.m.(3/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Monique
Over the years, Lady Monique has trusted me with more commissions than I can probably count on two hands. Important ones, fun ones, and ones that inspire me to go that extra step, from steel to alaricite. She has been as generous of word as she has been of silver, and I am often quite humbled by both. Sometimes I even blush, or so Rigby says. Her continued trust is an honor, and I /almost/ hope her event isn't well-attended so that she might get to keep one or two of the works she asked for. Almost!
Oct. 19, 2020, 8:43 a.m.(3/23/1014 AR)
Recently I have asked the public a series of questions to better serve them, what they wish to see for sale in my shop. One person replied. It is a shame and certainly makes me less receptive to the missives asking if I take commissions. It is certainly a two-way street, help me help you!
Only want to reach out when it directly benefits them, well, fine.
Oct. 18, 2020, 11:44 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
Jayus takes away his love. I am a horrible person. I should not create. I should just go back into the wilds. Walk until I can walk no further. Then walk more. My passion brings disappointment and sadness. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Oct. 18, 2020, 10:19 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Ripley
I have to have that ring. I MUST have it. Why do the incredible crafters of this city torment me so! I think I shall die if I it isn't mine.
Oct. 18, 2020, 9:47 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
I do love the variety of events one can attend about the city if one's paying attention. From a party in a frozen garden, to a release party for a family's latest prized whiskey, to weddings and demonstrations of skill, there's quite a bit to stumble across whilst roaming. And through this fabulous way to meet people, I'm finding more and more cousins (and more distant relations)... and more invites to events.
Perhaps I might need to hire an assistant to help me keep track of these things.
Written By
Neve
Oct. 18, 2020, 9:28 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
I am so very disappointed in the compact. The anger towards prodigals, the blatant racisms, the unfairness. I see a city of many different kinds of people, different colors, fabrics and food. Different hair, and bodies, softness and hardness, warriors and scholars, happiness and sorrow. The unrelenting bitterness makes me so very sad.
Written By
Neve
Oct. 18, 2020, 9:22 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Alarissa
Happy to know I can still make the Princess eye twitch! Hee! I wish you happy days and a long, full life! Filled with many, many children, and a life fulfilled with interesting tales, tasty things to eat, and a never ending saga of intrigue!
Oct. 18, 2020, 9:02 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
I am so far behind in planning for all the upcoming balls! Someone must tell me what the themes will be this year! What is rumored to already be in the works?! It would just be horrific to show up at a party wearing the same mask as someone else!
Oct. 18, 2020, 9 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
The snow is still falling! Because we're in the thick of winter. I love it. But I am getting restless, which is my own fault. For having ideas! And things that I want to do. But it's okay, I can keep it get together. I'm going to enjoy the end of these chilly days while I have the chance
Oct. 18, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
Spring, I think, is going to be bountiful in many ways. Starkly contrasted to what this winter has been for me. There is the potential of expanding Eurusi fashion and cultural understanding.
Of course, the potential lingers in other places too that my mind would rather not wander. It has been many, many years since I've had to think about war but I trust in the Peerage and in those who are making efforts towards a better, safer future for us all.
Meanwhile, I will do my best to bolster those who need it most and my boots are suffering for it.
Written By
Thea
Oct. 18, 2020, 8:45 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
I attended the Saikland's Costa Lavica Whiskey Release party this evening. Or was it last evening. I lost the time. It was a good time, a nice break from the looming possibility of another battle before us. Tomorrow will begin going over more work. Making sure the defenses are set. That all is prepared. For just in case. Because you can never be too prepared.
Oct. 18, 2020, 8:01 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
I'm seriously ready for winter to end.
When it was suggested to me to journey to Arx from Setarco, I thought this would be a grand adventure - no one said anything to me about bloody freezing cold weather and snow falling from the sky interminably. I'm very grateful to have found the pools at the Golden Hart, where I can at least take a deep and, while it's still dealing with the snow, there's at least some warmth there that will keep me remembering what spring and summer are like while we wait for them to arrive.
Written By
Thea
Oct. 18, 2020, 7:44 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
I've made a lot of friends since being in the city, but I've had the distinct pleasure of having 2 of my best friends return to the city. Rarely do you find a friendship to span so many years. We change. People change. And in doing such, we seem to outgrow these friendships. Even rarer yet, you are friends with the sibling of the other. Twins no less. Happy birthday Neilda and Medeia. I literally don't think I'd be alive without the 2 of you. For some many reasons. Or be as adventurous. Maybe the 2nd part is a lie. But I do appreciate you both in more ways than one.
Oct. 18, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
Remember, wise general, that it is the greatest weakness to attribute infinite credit to particular authors.
Time is the author of all authors, and, therefore, of all authority. Truth is the daughter of time not of authority. It is not wonderful, therefore, if the bonds of antiquity, authority, and unanimity have so enchained the power of man, that he is unable to become familiar with things themselves.
Consequently behold not the words on the page, but instead that such words ring powerfully despite time's passage.