Written By Tanith
Oct. 20, 2020, 9:47 a.m.(3/25/1014 AR)
Serving one of the more quiet, gruff patrons of the Murder this morning, a woman with hair the color of polished silver and a manner that reminds me of an annoyed Wagner Ulbran. We call her 'Kaydy' but I don't think that's her name.
She was glaring at a pair of youngsters in their second decade, giggling at a table about an event for unattached folk that I guess is coming up. Something about 'what makes a good marriage' or similar, discussed by a bunch of 'singles'.
She glared and sipped, pulled a bit of smoke to curl out now and then, listening. When Kaydy spoke I thought a rusty door hinge was about to snap, so rough was it with pipe and cough, and this woman hardly ever said a word to me; she's one of the regulars that makes her order with a grunt and a nod.
"Tanith." I can't tell you how she knew my name. "You'd think these morons would know that you don't talk about the sea to a sailor as hasn't made it past the harbor."
Taking this miracle of speech in stride, I smirked at her as I filled a pot of tea. "You married then?"
She snorted and croaked, "I was. Twice." A drag and exhale of smoke. "Nineteen years the first time and twenty-four the second." She winked at me. "Hit the harbor young and rode those ships until they fell apart."
I smiled. "You should go, then." I slid a cup of tea to her. "Talk to those brats and tell them the gifts you learned under Limerance."
She smiled back, gold tooth flashing. "Or you could. Rumor is you've a nice, respected setup yourself." Smoke, then cough. "A year now, is it? Ulbran and a Grayhope's a funny enough mix on its own. You two? Them as brave enough to whisper the words 'happily married' in your wake don't giggle when they do it." She winked again.
I don't often blush in public, but when I do and it's not my lover that sets it off, it's in front of cackling old biddies who then proceed to point it out to everyone around her.
She was glaring at a pair of youngsters in their second decade, giggling at a table about an event for unattached folk that I guess is coming up. Something about 'what makes a good marriage' or similar, discussed by a bunch of 'singles'.
She glared and sipped, pulled a bit of smoke to curl out now and then, listening. When Kaydy spoke I thought a rusty door hinge was about to snap, so rough was it with pipe and cough, and this woman hardly ever said a word to me; she's one of the regulars that makes her order with a grunt and a nod.
"Tanith." I can't tell you how she knew my name. "You'd think these morons would know that you don't talk about the sea to a sailor as hasn't made it past the harbor."
Taking this miracle of speech in stride, I smirked at her as I filled a pot of tea. "You married then?"
She snorted and croaked, "I was. Twice." A drag and exhale of smoke. "Nineteen years the first time and twenty-four the second." She winked at me. "Hit the harbor young and rode those ships until they fell apart."
I smiled. "You should go, then." I slid a cup of tea to her. "Talk to those brats and tell them the gifts you learned under Limerance."
She smiled back, gold tooth flashing. "Or you could. Rumor is you've a nice, respected setup yourself." Smoke, then cough. "A year now, is it? Ulbran and a Grayhope's a funny enough mix on its own. You two? Them as brave enough to whisper the words 'happily married' in your wake don't giggle when they do it." She winked again.
I don't often blush in public, but when I do and it's not my lover that sets it off, it's in front of cackling old biddies who then proceed to point it out to everyone around her.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 20, 2020, 6:35 a.m.(3/25/1014 AR)
The Sweet Art Contest is in full swing.
I've already received the most adorable entries.
I look forward to what others might submit!
I've already received the most adorable entries.
I look forward to what others might submit!
Written By Medeia
Oct. 20, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(3/25/1014 AR)
I will never stop being incredibly thankful to the people of this city for coming out to the gatherings I have. Just a few nights ago, I had a release party for the newest whiskey to be bottled by the distillers in Saikland Greens. We're really proud of this one, and it has been well received! The party was held at the Black Fox, where Julius let us set up a small stage area and guests were invited to tell 'tall tales' - because a story, especially an unlikely one, goes great with a drink. I want to give a great big thank you to all the wonderful storytellers who shared: Prince Grimgar Redrain, Lord Drake Wyvernheart, Duchess Calypso Malvici, Korka Glynn, Lady Neilda Saik, Sir Merek Black, Lord Haakon Eswynd, Lord (Captain) Dycard Blackshore, and Marquessa Quenia Igniseri. The stories included wrestling bears, glittery sharks, riding dragons, and marrying mermaids. Yes, at least one of those is a euphemism. And, yes, there was a "shirtless men interlude" - it's really good whiskey, I guess.
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.
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.
Written By Hamish
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-]
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-]
Written By Ripley
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!
Written By Aurora
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.
Only want to reach out when it directly benefits them, well, fine.
Written By Ripley
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.
Written By Monique
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.
Written By Patrizio
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.
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!
Written By Sabella
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!
Written By Porter
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
Written By Aconite
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.
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.
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