Written By Orick
Oct. 10, 2020, 2:04 a.m.(3/5/1014 AR)
Busy, busy in these weeks leading up to the masquerade celebrations. Praise Jayus for keeping my creativity sharp and my hands laden with work, there are new mask commissions ever other day yet I have managed to keep up with the work.
The shop has been a great success and I can't wait to have a grand opening in the summer when the courtyard is in bloom and the cafe area is set up outside. I am considering all manner of rose inspired treats, then we can really call it A Taste of Tor.
The shop has been a great success and I can't wait to have a grand opening in the summer when the courtyard is in bloom and the cafe area is set up outside. I am considering all manner of rose inspired treats, then we can really call it A Taste of Tor.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 9, 2020, 11:48 p.m.(3/4/1014 AR)
A Tale of Weijin, the first part of its history by Lir Zyanya-Shimin, Poet.
Chains broken, a world made free, Jadairal was born. The first where human hearts lived without shackle, where daily gift of choice was made to honor Skald. Slavery struck down and choice became their blessing, with each one made a prayer in hope it would soften the scars which still clasped every throat, every hungry heart.
Their choice once made became law: a stone can only be a stone, not carved, or lifted to greater monument. Born to toil will always toil, born to rule will always rule, hands which coins cross must pass them on without grasping.
But those who have will ever want for more and when Caer'alfar came again, borders were drawn with fire. Fire and blood, the lowborn spilled human blood on humanity's soil, until the highborn called a truce and named it freedom.
Client kingdom, bordered by bloodstained chain, proud Jadai, they pretended this was peace and looked away from the future when their children's children might once again serve. Those below did not blind themselves but saw these links not yet woven and knew when the altars of Caer'alfar were built anew in Daobujin Bo, their lives would be first upon the block. For stone must always be stone.
Foundations are not built with gold.
Those who had felt metal against their skin and writs against their soul, who had spilled their blood, given their children to the burning borders, they did not take sword in hand, did not rise in a wave to crash against the walls built of gold to drown those behind them. Skald's gift was not cast in stone or iron or gold but given to all. Those below knew the god of freedom as well as any who perched above. They chose not to rise up, not to cast down.
To mist-wrapped mountains,
their lives on their backs,
children on their hips,
they walked.
Bent and bowed
like wind-shaped trees,
they walked.
Until they saw a life ahead,
hearts hungry, hearts full,
they walked.
Chains broken, a world made free, Jadairal was born. The first where human hearts lived without shackle, where daily gift of choice was made to honor Skald. Slavery struck down and choice became their blessing, with each one made a prayer in hope it would soften the scars which still clasped every throat, every hungry heart.
Their choice once made became law: a stone can only be a stone, not carved, or lifted to greater monument. Born to toil will always toil, born to rule will always rule, hands which coins cross must pass them on without grasping.
But those who have will ever want for more and when Caer'alfar came again, borders were drawn with fire. Fire and blood, the lowborn spilled human blood on humanity's soil, until the highborn called a truce and named it freedom.
Client kingdom, bordered by bloodstained chain, proud Jadai, they pretended this was peace and looked away from the future when their children's children might once again serve. Those below did not blind themselves but saw these links not yet woven and knew when the altars of Caer'alfar were built anew in Daobujin Bo, their lives would be first upon the block. For stone must always be stone.
Foundations are not built with gold.
Those who had felt metal against their skin and writs against their soul, who had spilled their blood, given their children to the burning borders, they did not take sword in hand, did not rise in a wave to crash against the walls built of gold to drown those behind them. Skald's gift was not cast in stone or iron or gold but given to all. Those below knew the god of freedom as well as any who perched above. They chose not to rise up, not to cast down.
To mist-wrapped mountains,
their lives on their backs,
children on their hips,
they walked.
Bent and bowed
like wind-shaped trees,
they walked.
Until they saw a life ahead,
hearts hungry, hearts full,
they walked.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 9, 2020, 11:14 p.m.(3/4/1014 AR)
The bowls are empty,
tables cleared.
One lantern still burns.
I take it with me to bed.
tables cleared.
One lantern still burns.
I take it with me to bed.
Written By Romulius
Oct. 9, 2020, 10:18 p.m.(3/4/1014 AR)
I don't suppose I've ever taken to Arx the way that my siblings have - I loathe to make landfall here and give up the sea once more. With civil war in the Isles becoming closer to a reality, my hand is forced. I have to help Blackshore make preparations for the war to come.
Written By Piccola
Oct. 9, 2020, 9:11 p.m.(3/4/1014 AR)
Everything can collapse.
Houses, bodies, and armies collapse when their rhythm becomes disrupted.
In large-scale strategy, when the enemy starts to collapse you must pursue him without letting the chance go. If you fail to take advantage of your enemies' collapse, they may recover. Crush them utterly.
Honor a noble surrender, but know when a surrender is truly noble.
Everything can collapse.
Houses, bodies, and armies collapse when their rhythm becomes disrupted.
In large-scale strategy, when the enemy starts to collapse you must pursue him without letting the chance go. If you fail to take advantage of your enemies' collapse, they may recover. Crush them utterly.
Honor a noble surrender, but know when a surrender is truly noble.
Everything can collapse.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 9, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(3/4/1014 AR)
You tell me that the cold will go away and spring is on its way.
Can we just go back to the island?
Can we just go back to the island?
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 9, 2020, 3:42 p.m.(3/4/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Blackberry tarts.
Got thirteen.
Ate a dozen.
Shared one.
Delicious.
Got thirteen.
Ate a dozen.
Shared one.
Delicious.
Written By Adrienne
Oct. 9, 2020, 10:09 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
To what I am certain is House Pravus's regret, I bring no particular aptitude for galas and revelry. Yet what I have seen (and tasted) of the bustling preparations for the wedding promises it will be an extraordinary day - and for many a recovery-filled morning after.
To you many working so tirelessly today, from flowers to bakers, tailors to bards: you are seen, and you will be remembered. You have my word.
Tomorrow, I marry. The First Choice made possible what Limerance will sanctify. And yet: I could no more do this alone than I could plan this banquet. If you have intentions for prayers, Reader, I'd be honored to include them in my own at this time. Send word.
To you many working so tirelessly today, from flowers to bakers, tailors to bards: you are seen, and you will be remembered. You have my word.
Tomorrow, I marry. The First Choice made possible what Limerance will sanctify. And yet: I could no more do this alone than I could plan this banquet. If you have intentions for prayers, Reader, I'd be honored to include them in my own at this time. Send word.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 9, 2020, 10:07 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
I've never had a problem sharing my pie or my tarts, but I do save the best for my loves. Sharing feels great, but I enjoy making those dearest to me feel special. And I hope they do.
Written By Porter
Oct. 9, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
I had something that I really planned on putting to paper this morning. But then I made TRAGIC MISTAKE of reading the journals of my friends and suddenly all I want to do is eat blackberry tarts.
I'm so hungry now.
I'm so hungry now.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 9, 2020, 8:52 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
Three fingers are stained purple.
Worth it.
Worth it.
Written By Michael
Oct. 9, 2020, 4:34 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Hes a fool, hes a scamp, he loves all birds in hats! And a crow's fart makes him squee out in glee
Written By Raymesin
Oct. 9, 2020, 3:02 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
My wife is the most wonderful woman in Arvum, Scholar. I got home to find a baker's dozen of blackberry tarts. Fresh, perfect, blackberry tarts, and a note that said they were mine to eat as I wished.
A perfect crust with a hint of crunch; a gooey centre, still warm from the oven, moist and ripe with promise.
No, I didn't scoff the lot. I had one, and then there were four left for each of us. That's how I wished to eat them. In company, with the people I love.
Eh? Oh, the Salacious Baker, down in the Lowers. Best bakery in Arx, and I'm not just saying that because I married the baker. Delivery? Probably, let me know what you and yours'd like and I'll get it sent up. That writing is hungry work.
A perfect crust with a hint of crunch; a gooey centre, still warm from the oven, moist and ripe with promise.
No, I didn't scoff the lot. I had one, and then there were four left for each of us. That's how I wished to eat them. In company, with the people I love.
Eh? Oh, the Salacious Baker, down in the Lowers. Best bakery in Arx, and I'm not just saying that because I married the baker. Delivery? Probably, let me know what you and yours'd like and I'll get it sent up. That writing is hungry work.
Written By Monique
Oct. 9, 2020, 2:19 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Your pain is my pain, my pain is your pain. It is nice to have someone who understands. It's also gratifying to see someone experience something for the first time. My very first Dreamer, I think.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 9, 2020, 12:52 a.m.(3/3/1014 AR)
I didn't see any tarts. Though made some lovely friends.
Written By Haakon
Oct. 8, 2020, 11:57 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Piece of wisdom I heard once.. no idea where it came from, or who said it first.
Held that an enemy should be treated generously, or else destroyed utterly, as folk could seek revenge for wounds, but could take no revenge from a death blow.
The former course could make friends of foemen, but also may leave a dire foe with a knife to bury in your throat. The latter course could see entire houses razed to ash and bloodlines cut. It's the curse of judgement that such choices can't oft be made more than once.
Held that an enemy should be treated generously, or else destroyed utterly, as folk could seek revenge for wounds, but could take no revenge from a death blow.
The former course could make friends of foemen, but also may leave a dire foe with a knife to bury in your throat. The latter course could see entire houses razed to ash and bloodlines cut. It's the curse of judgement that such choices can't oft be made more than once.
Written By Svana
Oct. 8, 2020, 11:05 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
As it turns out, everyone was in fact talking about real tarts. Real blackberry tarts. I didn't think they weren't but I did beg some off of Tanith and it was worth it. I should give her some money, but I forgot in the midst of my pregnancy cravings.
Thirteen warm, fresh pastries delivered straight to me, which I promptly ate in Anisha's pantry without telling anyone except Tanith. Until now.
Just mommy's treat. No sharing with babies, no sharing with Asher, no sharing with a girlfriend, though I did have to give one to Bryn as a pay off because she saw me go in there with them.
It was glorious.
Now I do not want anything blackberry filled or stuffed for the rest of the winter, thank you.
Thirteen warm, fresh pastries delivered straight to me, which I promptly ate in Anisha's pantry without telling anyone except Tanith. Until now.
Just mommy's treat. No sharing with babies, no sharing with Asher, no sharing with a girlfriend, though I did have to give one to Bryn as a pay off because she saw me go in there with them.
It was glorious.
Now I do not want anything blackberry filled or stuffed for the rest of the winter, thank you.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 8, 2020, 8:14 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
Do correct me if I am wrong, but what I believe you are saying is that you believe I am capable of leading an invasion of a barony. The same could be said of you.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 8, 2020, 4:10 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Harlequin of the Mother and the Queen's Blade.
Beginnings and-
Well.
Sometimes.
Beginnings and-
Well.
Sometimes.
Written By Esme
Oct. 8, 2020, 3:05 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
In those moments, I always look for the middle path. You are the navigator of your destiny and your truth. You can put your footfalls where you desire for what you desire.
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