Written By Haakon
Oct. 8, 2020, 1:44 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
I've seen galleys with fewer hands on board than the Saik 'dinner party'. Courtiers and socialites could invade a damned barony without much more work or expense than what goes into preparing such events.
All so folk can fill a hall and talk to one body in every ten present which they might not know.
It were pleasant enough, I'm not complaining.
But what the bloody fuck?
While I'm on it, the Arvani custom of dancing in pairs puzzles me. Seems selfish.
All so folk can fill a hall and talk to one body in every ten present which they might not know.
It were pleasant enough, I'm not complaining.
But what the bloody fuck?
While I'm on it, the Arvani custom of dancing in pairs puzzles me. Seems selfish.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 8, 2020, 12:58 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Everyone seems to be craving blackberry tarts! Is it the season or suggestion?
Written By Neve
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:26 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Talwyn
I've witnessed the power of his lute, and it can be a terrifyingly effective thing. The power of song can bring much merriment - and his ability to twist bottoms, with pies, with people of drunkness status - is something I find awe-inspiring.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:14 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Listening calls for honouring another. Listening to another person is a gift.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:11 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
I am hosting an event for medics of all stripes; the Mercy's, the Physicians, the healers who work outside the auspices of our two organizations, (ooh, fancy word, auspice). Basically if you've ever wrapped a bandage, sewn a wound, or prescribed a medicine you're welcome to show and test your skills.
Even now, my poor Riven's Wing trainees are sewing together dummies from straw and canvas and preparing fake organs. (Gelatin and some pastry and things; I'm sparing the pig-parts for actual training and not this contest). Thea was good enough to donate some prizes.
It should be fun. I like running people through their paces and seeing just how good they are; and proving to themselves they are better, or can be better. Growth is good. Change is good. Lagoma, blah blah, purifying fire and all that.
I can't do part one of it, which is the body-haul. I'm in no way shape or form about to carry a two-hundred pound dummy (Yes, that's the weight- to represent a soldier in armor) across the small obstacle course I have set up. I have a feeling many of our entries won't be able to do that, but it's part of what I train my soldiers to do. You can't always count on someone else to get them to safety, sometimes a fireman's carry or a cradle carry is all you'll get. It will likely be the roughest part, so it's going to be first and out of the way for them so they can then get to the stuff they have talents in; organ ID and sewing shut wounds and splinting. Last one is 'what do you prescribe for X' so their patient can recover swiftly.
Here's hoping we get a decent turn-out.
Even now, my poor Riven's Wing trainees are sewing together dummies from straw and canvas and preparing fake organs. (Gelatin and some pastry and things; I'm sparing the pig-parts for actual training and not this contest). Thea was good enough to donate some prizes.
It should be fun. I like running people through their paces and seeing just how good they are; and proving to themselves they are better, or can be better. Growth is good. Change is good. Lagoma, blah blah, purifying fire and all that.
I can't do part one of it, which is the body-haul. I'm in no way shape or form about to carry a two-hundred pound dummy (Yes, that's the weight- to represent a soldier in armor) across the small obstacle course I have set up. I have a feeling many of our entries won't be able to do that, but it's part of what I train my soldiers to do. You can't always count on someone else to get them to safety, sometimes a fireman's carry or a cradle carry is all you'll get. It will likely be the roughest part, so it's going to be first and out of the way for them so they can then get to the stuff they have talents in; organ ID and sewing shut wounds and splinting. Last one is 'what do you prescribe for X' so their patient can recover swiftly.
Here's hoping we get a decent turn-out.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:02 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I was thinking about Saedrus the other day and how much I miss that punk. Yes, I said punk. I knew him before you, so I can say it. I was proud of how soft he was able to make himself, which is a really f'd up compliment coming from me.
That got me thinking about Eos. And Kima. And all my other old friends from Southport I knew in my youth. I think Razi (Yes, Orazio, the Dominus) is the only one still kicking it around Arx. And we, for obvious reasons, don't spend much social time together. Yes, scholar, don't look so surprised. I am, or was, friends with the Dominus. Luxury of knowing him in his youth.
Last time he was free enough to spare me a few hours he went over the pantheon for me like I was seven and needed to learn them all over again. A refresher course, taught by the highest in the land. That's the kind of person he is, he doesn't care who you are or what you've done; he helps with that spiritual need.
That got me thinking about Eos. And Kima. And all my other old friends from Southport I knew in my youth. I think Razi (Yes, Orazio, the Dominus) is the only one still kicking it around Arx. And we, for obvious reasons, don't spend much social time together. Yes, scholar, don't look so surprised. I am, or was, friends with the Dominus. Luxury of knowing him in his youth.
Last time he was free enough to spare me a few hours he went over the pantheon for me like I was seven and needed to learn them all over again. A refresher course, taught by the highest in the land. That's the kind of person he is, he doesn't care who you are or what you've done; he helps with that spiritual need.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 8, 2020, 6:02 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
All this mention of crumbles gives me cravings for blackberry tarts.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 8, 2020, 1:43 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
There are many libraries in the city to possibly fine pools of silver in. Perhaps we will find the book that you seek.
Written By Merek
Oct. 8, 2020, 1:22 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
A good friend of mine, and our new Guildmaster. I needed to get around to writing about it. She's always there to talk if you need, and often will be working to be a better healer. Not a lot to say besides of the fact she is really skilled at what she does! I appreciate the guidance with the Guild also!
Written By Merek
Oct. 8, 2020, 1:20 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Winter. It is a beautiful season, I enjoy it. I would like to write of many things, but of that I have so little to write, save the adventures of my own personal menagerie of pets. I will try and not bother folk and my own self with memories of friends and fun. All I will note is, I have people that I enjoy being around. I like my work even though most is delegated by the secretary I hired. A lot of people keep to the work while I do a lot of paperwork. Seems the more rank you gain, the more paperwork you need to do. I write letters to the journals to keep a little updated about everything. Well, that's all I really have for today, I appreciate you reading the journal!
Written By Sydney
Oct. 7, 2020, 11:31 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
I know you well enough by now not to imply that you'd ever be associated with something that crumbles when nibbled, tempting as the notion is.
Written By Monique
Oct. 7, 2020, 8:40 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 7, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Avary
Blessed Avary delighted the Saiks as she attended the informal dinner they hosted. She brought an Abacus Table to me, such a remarkable and useful gift. It is clear I how much I adlore it and appreciate her thoughtfulness since it seems I just can't stop telling people about it.
Written By Esme
Oct. 7, 2020, 6:02 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
I stepped out of the city for a bit of time and have returned. I feel the call though that it is soon I will be finding myself back in Tor. I am sorry that I have missed people and events.
Written By Thea
Oct. 7, 2020, 5:21 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
The moment when you feel yourself pulled into two different directions. Especially when you can just feel the calm before the storm...Or hurricane.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 7, 2020, 3 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
Cous, I didn't know you were a blackberry tart.
Written By Bahiya
Oct. 7, 2020, 12:10 p.m.(2/28/1014 AR)
I have been fortunate in my friendship.
Since I understood how the world worked, I withdrew in a way my fever never compared to. I had lost my sight but I had lost my trust years before. Meeting Kenjay when I was thirty years of age filled me with hope but never for a friend. I put that dream away with my childish fantasies of marriage and a family of my own. The hope I felt with Kenjay was a chance to help, to make a difference, to -save- one person from the nightmare I'd silently witnessed my whole life.
Friendship came later and at such a price, a price we both paid. But in the end it was worth it. I came to the shores of Arvum expecting to lose the only thing that I held dear, but by grace and kindness and compassion I got to keep it. Every day of it is a gift. Every conversation, every embrace, every laugh was one more than I thought I would ever have. I am thankful.
I think perhaps now, these few months past, I may have gained a few more friends. It is strange to pull down that jar from the shelf, the one in my mind that houses all the dreams I put away. It is stranger still to enjoy an embrace without fearing the truth crashing in, the lie exposed, the jeopardy. It is humbling to know there are people that exist like fortresses to hide in, that will keep you safe in the tenderness that exists, the honesty that passes easily.
I know my time here is precious. I know there is danger now in the voices that call out in the streets. Where once there was welcome there is suspicion, and while I accept that many do not feel this way, I understand that I cannot take my safety here for granted. I am thankful thus far for the protection I have been given, and the friendships that are carefully blooming in the warmth of attention.
But I know it can all end. Every day here is a day I was not supposed to have, every laugh, every conversation, every touch. I am thankful, and if it ended tomorrow, I cannot think there is anything I would have done differently.
Since I understood how the world worked, I withdrew in a way my fever never compared to. I had lost my sight but I had lost my trust years before. Meeting Kenjay when I was thirty years of age filled me with hope but never for a friend. I put that dream away with my childish fantasies of marriage and a family of my own. The hope I felt with Kenjay was a chance to help, to make a difference, to -save- one person from the nightmare I'd silently witnessed my whole life.
Friendship came later and at such a price, a price we both paid. But in the end it was worth it. I came to the shores of Arvum expecting to lose the only thing that I held dear, but by grace and kindness and compassion I got to keep it. Every day of it is a gift. Every conversation, every embrace, every laugh was one more than I thought I would ever have. I am thankful.
I think perhaps now, these few months past, I may have gained a few more friends. It is strange to pull down that jar from the shelf, the one in my mind that houses all the dreams I put away. It is stranger still to enjoy an embrace without fearing the truth crashing in, the lie exposed, the jeopardy. It is humbling to know there are people that exist like fortresses to hide in, that will keep you safe in the tenderness that exists, the honesty that passes easily.
I know my time here is precious. I know there is danger now in the voices that call out in the streets. Where once there was welcome there is suspicion, and while I accept that many do not feel this way, I understand that I cannot take my safety here for granted. I am thankful thus far for the protection I have been given, and the friendships that are carefully blooming in the warmth of attention.
But I know it can all end. Every day here is a day I was not supposed to have, every laugh, every conversation, every touch. I am thankful, and if it ended tomorrow, I cannot think there is anything I would have done differently.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 6, 2020, 7:20 p.m.(2/26/1014 AR)
<< The following journal appears to be written in comparative chicken-scratch to the author's normal handwriting. >>
No, the thing that's good about using your bare hands is that you don't have to sharpen them or oil them or grind them down or
It's good. It's more good than even a spear. You can't hide a spear don't try it
What if a badger stole your spear? You'd have no spear, and then you couldn't spear things or even worse you'd just have a stick if it stole the blade? head?
Lots of snow. Too much, probably. Really fluffy. Ruffy? Flurry? FLURRY.
<< Flurry is underlined many, many times. The paper is thin around where the accumulated ink was overly applied. >>
Setarcan. See tarcan. Sea tar can. Fire. Can fire. Fan sea. Fancy fire.
<< What follows is script that is far more legible. >>
Well. I suppose that's rather self-explanatory. I see no need to waste the parchment, so suffice to say that I've reached the pivotal moment in my life where I think penning in my journal while sloshed out of my mind is a good life decision.
There's some proper gold in there, though.
Fancy fire. Nice.
Just, uh, apparently avoid talking to me about badgers. And spears. Or both.
No, the thing that's good about using your bare hands is that you don't have to sharpen them or oil them or grind them down or
It's good. It's more good than even a spear. You can't hide a spear don't try it
What if a badger stole your spear? You'd have no spear, and then you couldn't spear things or even worse you'd just have a stick if it stole the blade? head?
Lots of snow. Too much, probably. Really fluffy. Ruffy? Flurry? FLURRY.
<< Flurry is underlined many, many times. The paper is thin around where the accumulated ink was overly applied. >>
Setarcan. See tarcan. Sea tar can. Fire. Can fire. Fan sea. Fancy fire.
<< What follows is script that is far more legible. >>
Well. I suppose that's rather self-explanatory. I see no need to waste the parchment, so suffice to say that I've reached the pivotal moment in my life where I think penning in my journal while sloshed out of my mind is a good life decision.
There's some proper gold in there, though.
Fancy fire. Nice.
Just, uh, apparently avoid talking to me about badgers. And spears. Or both.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 6, 2020, 1:34 p.m.(2/26/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Zara
The pleasure some find in bee puns is beeyond me.
Written By Dycard
Oct. 6, 2020, 7:51 a.m.(2/25/1014 AR)
As relaxing and enjoyable as Arx is, I suppose it is time to proceed with being a contributing member of House Blackshore. One can only masquerade as resupplying -one- galley for so long. I've decided I need to put together a uniform for the crew, and while i'm no tailor and don't profess to hold a single creative bone in my body, I think i'm going to have something done that will certainly anger father should he ever decide to show his face again. A dandy he called me one? The entire crew will be Dycard's Dandies, if I see this through. Ha.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.