Written By Nadir
Oct. 8, 2023, 5:57 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
Some years ago, in one of my first voyages on the open sea, a storm appeared before our ship. The crew together had lifetimes of experience, and the ship was well built to weather such storms. We stayed our course, unaware of the approaching danger.
As the stormclouds unfurled, the fury of the gathering storm finally became apparent. The winds whipped the vessel, and the waves grew taller and darker with each passing moment. If any of them slammed into our broadside, the ship would tip over and capsize. We had no choice but to point the ship into the waves, and dive straight into the storm.
Like a single squadron as it charges toward an opposing army, engulfed by superior numbers and assaulted from every side, yet miraculously endures, blessed with Gloria's favor as the enemy ranks surge forward, unable to break the resolve of the warriors with nothing to lose — so our ship crested wave after monstrous wave, vying against powers beyond our control or understanding. Finally the winds receded, the seas grew calm, the skies turned clear. We met Mangata's test, and we survived.
Though the crew's actions were unquestionably heroic, no glory could be won that day. Only life or death. We trusted the ship, and we trusted ourselves. It was our best and our only chance.
Thank you, scholar. May wisdom light our path.
As the stormclouds unfurled, the fury of the gathering storm finally became apparent. The winds whipped the vessel, and the waves grew taller and darker with each passing moment. If any of them slammed into our broadside, the ship would tip over and capsize. We had no choice but to point the ship into the waves, and dive straight into the storm.
Like a single squadron as it charges toward an opposing army, engulfed by superior numbers and assaulted from every side, yet miraculously endures, blessed with Gloria's favor as the enemy ranks surge forward, unable to break the resolve of the warriors with nothing to lose — so our ship crested wave after monstrous wave, vying against powers beyond our control or understanding. Finally the winds receded, the seas grew calm, the skies turned clear. We met Mangata's test, and we survived.
Though the crew's actions were unquestionably heroic, no glory could be won that day. Only life or death. We trusted the ship, and we trusted ourselves. It was our best and our only chance.
Thank you, scholar. May wisdom light our path.
Written By Malcolm
Oct. 8, 2023, 2:50 p.m.(12/20/1020 AR)
Been a while, eh, Scholar -- I come and I go, just the eccentric Shepherd Duke and his dogs. Honest, I'd much prefer to be back at the Peak with the pack, with my family, but responsibilities require response. The banners were called to Grayson, and as one ever faithful to the Compact and her people, I respond -- with all the forces of Graypeak. We are ready to defend. We are ready to protect. We are ready to offer succor and sanctuary. There's a reason why Boofus the Bold is the sigil of our house.
There are none more true.
There are none more true.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 8, 2023, 10:47 a.m.(12/20/1020 AR)
Saik Tower is the highest structure in the Lycene District. We have offered its uppermost floor to serve as a watchtower, sending up plumes of colored smoke, bell alarms should there be dangers. Space for Velenosa guardsmen that supplement our own guards and food for them is provided as well as a guestroom so shifts can sleep or rest.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 6, 2023, 2:49 p.m.(9/3/1020 AR)
I was able to have a greenhouse nestled into the gardens at Saik Tower. I am hoping before the end of summer - coming far too soon for my liking - to have the gardens at the Sanctuary and Tower both fully harvested and prepared for the cooler weather to come. There is so much of value within those gardens for making medicines and tonics. I hope I have time.
There is also much to do at the hospital's medicinal gardens. I am looking forward to the open house! It will be a lovely time for anyone interested in learning the healing arts to learn more about what the Physicians Guild does, and we welcome anyone with an earnest interest to join us.
There is also much to do at the hospital's medicinal gardens. I am looking forward to the open house! It will be a lovely time for anyone interested in learning the healing arts to learn more about what the Physicians Guild does, and we welcome anyone with an earnest interest to join us.
Written By Avita
Oct. 6, 2023, 10:01 a.m.(9/2/1020 AR)
Dear Diary the Second,
I have sat, and I have wondered
What this city has left to plunder,
What grand depths yet remain,
Or secrets our enemies should hope to gain
Through vain and violent revolution?
As though their victory is some foregone conclusion,
As though surrender is the only solution,
As they steal, like thieves, through our shadows' long
And woeful cast, our war-worn hearts, and worries wrong,
Blind to or negligent of our keen and ready blades.
I have sat, and I have wondered
What this city has left to plunder,
What grand depths yet remain,
Or secrets our enemies should hope to gain
Through vain and violent revolution?
As though their victory is some foregone conclusion,
As though surrender is the only solution,
As they steal, like thieves, through our shadows' long
And woeful cast, our war-worn hearts, and worries wrong,
Blind to or negligent of our keen and ready blades.
Written By Avita
Oct. 6, 2023, 9:32 a.m.(9/2/1020 AR)
Dear Diary,
That's your name now, Scholar, a reminder: Listen, don't speak.
There are those whom have come to me, asking the aid of Ischia in whatever is to come, and I have lent it.
There are those whom have come to me and begged my counsel in matters personal and political, and freely I have given of myself to soothe their sorrows and guide their hand -- such is my way.
I am, after all, a most benevolent soul.
Generous, kind, humble...
... When I say don't speak, Diary, it extends to your expressions.
Just write.
You would think I should be elated by the happenings in the worl-- ... what did I just say?!
That's your name now, Scholar, a reminder: Listen, don't speak.
There are those whom have come to me, asking the aid of Ischia in whatever is to come, and I have lent it.
There are those whom have come to me and begged my counsel in matters personal and political, and freely I have given of myself to soothe their sorrows and guide their hand -- such is my way.
I am, after all, a most benevolent soul.
Generous, kind, humble...
... When I say don't speak, Diary, it extends to your expressions.
Just write.
You would think I should be elated by the happenings in the worl-- ... what did I just say?!
Written By Saya
Oct. 5, 2023, 12:01 a.m.(8/27/1020 AR)
I REMEMBER WHY I HAVE A THOUSAND FEATHERS!
I am going to make a hat so full of feathers that one might be able to fly by wearing it. Yes.
Time for stitching.
I am going to make a hat so full of feathers that one might be able to fly by wearing it. Yes.
Time for stitching.
Written By Saya
Oct. 4, 2023, 10:01 p.m.(8/27/1020 AR)
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Just stop with the stupid buzzing. /Ugh/.
Written By Lys
Oct. 4, 2023, 2:28 a.m.(8/26/1020 AR)
I dreamt I was wrapped in funerary wool. I dreamt I was lowered down in the well. And it was sealed above me. I woke spitting up water... That Bower had knocked over from a goblet on my nightstand onto my face.
Written By Lys
Oct. 4, 2023, 2:06 a.m.(8/25/1020 AR)
I walk these empty halls and I wonder-- Why me? Why am I the one left standing. I locked all the rooms. I closed up all of their rooms. But I cannot lock away their ghosts. Maybe I shall set this cursed house on fire.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 4, 2023, 1:30 a.m.(8/25/1020 AR)
Ever heard of Bee Balls? Apparently they roast wasps.
Pun intended.
Agriculturally proven.
Pun intended.
Agriculturally proven.
Written By Aconite
Oct. 2, 2023, 11:52 a.m.(8/22/1020 AR)
I had given myself time, a few days, to try and organize my thoughts into something coherent. Something worth saying.
But I still have no words.
But I still have no words.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 2, 2023, 8:29 a.m.(8/22/1020 AR)
I am truly honored to have been the midwife to my dear, sweet friend, Marquessa Keely Keaton. It is special beyond measure to be the one trusted to welcome new souls and to be there to ease the mind and tend the body of a first-time mother - of any mother - is a sacred duty.
The Keatons are well and resting, taking some time to welcome their newest additions to their family. I am overjoyed at the opportunity to watch these boys grow and become exemplars of nobility. Further, I am smitten with those precious, tiny faces! And honored to serve as witness to Lord Symon.
I pray we all have miracles to celebrate.
The Keatons are well and resting, taking some time to welcome their newest additions to their family. I am overjoyed at the opportunity to watch these boys grow and become exemplars of nobility. Further, I am smitten with those precious, tiny faces! And honored to serve as witness to Lord Symon.
I pray we all have miracles to celebrate.
Written By Jan
Oct. 1, 2023, 9:04 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
Relationship Note on Pasquale
No one finds my buttons or challenges me the way he does.
Written By Jan
Oct. 1, 2023, 8:54 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
IT seems so wrong that in this time when everything's going to turds, everyone else is carrying such heavy burdens. So much darkness and fear abounds but there's nothing I'd ask for myself. The power to aid those who carry those heavy burden, the ability to protect those I love but realistically-I find there's nothing I want for myself.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 1, 2023, 8:44 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
I guess the question is....
What next
What next
Written By Thea
Oct. 1, 2023, 8:38 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
Relationship Note on Ripley
I've been gone for so long, but I can say...I've been blessed with the most amazing protege. His work matches his unquiness, honest. If you've seen it, you'd understand. You should really go and look through his shop. I'm proud of what he's accomplished in his work and self...
Written By Thea
Oct. 1, 2023, 8:32 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
I've returned to the city, scholar. It feels like I never left and have been gone forever, all at the same time.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 1, 2023, 8:25 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
Nightmares. It feels like it was all a nightmare....
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 1, 2023, 8 p.m.(8/21/1020 AR)
I came home at the worst time, scholar. HONEST!
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