Written By Piccola
Oct. 2, 2020, 3:22 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
Wise general, let me give you a word on change.
The history of liberty shows that all freedoms have been born of earnest struggle. The conflict has been exciting, agitating, all-absorbing, and for the time being, putting all other tumults to silence. It must do this or it does nothing. If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Those who profess to favor freedom without agitation are those who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; it may be a physical one; it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Authority concedes nothing without a demand, one that is delivered with blood and bone.
When you find what any person will quietly submit to, you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them. These injustices will continue till they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.
We might not get all we work for in this world, but we still must work for it. For freedom to persist, we must pay for its survival.
We must do this by labor, by suffering, by sacrifice, and if needs be, by our lives.
The history of liberty shows that all freedoms have been born of earnest struggle. The conflict has been exciting, agitating, all-absorbing, and for the time being, putting all other tumults to silence. It must do this or it does nothing. If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Those who profess to favor freedom without agitation are those who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; it may be a physical one; it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Authority concedes nothing without a demand, one that is delivered with blood and bone.
When you find what any person will quietly submit to, you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them. These injustices will continue till they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.
We might not get all we work for in this world, but we still must work for it. For freedom to persist, we must pay for its survival.
We must do this by labor, by suffering, by sacrifice, and if needs be, by our lives.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 2, 2020, 1:52 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
A lovely evening was had in the Salon. An unexpected crowd turned into a lively debate of sailing and floating trees.
while it may be cold outside, the debates of politics and our interests are keeping me warm.
while it may be cold outside, the debates of politics and our interests are keeping me warm.
Written By Lisebet
Oct. 2, 2020, 8:28 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
Why is it that invitations must needs come for events all at the same time? I am not four people.
Well, it is good to be popular at least.
Well, it is good to be popular at least.
Written By Jyri
Oct. 2, 2020, 7:51 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
There is usually satisfaction in giving closure to families that have suffered the loss of a close one.
And then there are those times when even when knowing what happened, there is no satisfaction or relief in having learned the truth.
And then there are those times when even when knowing what happened, there is no satisfaction or relief in having learned the truth.
Written By Ember
Oct. 2, 2020, 7:03 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
There is indeed an almost sexual thrill to the knowledge that a brutal fight lies ahead. I could not have put it into words more finely than Prince Victus's own.
Written By Maxen
Oct. 2, 2020, 6:54 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
So I've just arrived in this city, and it's nowhere near as stuck up as I feared. So far at least. It seems there's a wealth of things to learn, and lots for me to get stuck into. Plus there's some manner of booze hole on every corner it seems. Cracking. I just need to get a room sorted out with the cousins and then the arty can commence!
Written By Victus
Oct. 1, 2020, 10:57 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
The moments before a storm. When the wind blows, picking up in speed. The air hangs heavy and the lightning begins to crackle in the sky. All before the downpour threatens a flood, the cyclone tests your mast, and the hull will rock.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 1, 2020, 10:25 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Late geese flying south
you need no directions
and I want none.
you need no directions
and I want none.
Written By Calista
Oct. 1, 2020, 9:32 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Inexplicable sadness, sorrow, and loss. I grieved for what seemed like an eternity and then some. In the beginning, I could not be awake without succumbing to tears. The Mercies, bless them, cared for me and my trusted apothecaries provided something to temporarily ease my pain. It was futile. Though I was able to sleep, the pain soaked through the layers of my slumber. I woke the next morning with no reprieve.
Never have I felt something which was so all consuming.
That is a lie. I have. I have loved as fiercely as I have felt that grief.
In the days where I could not bring myself to leave my bed or if I could get out of bed, not be able to step out of my chambers, my family stepped in to the various roles I must play on a daily basis. They did so without my asking. They did so out of love, honor, and duty.
To those who reached out to me during my time of incapacitation and were met with replies from my stewardess, Graziela, I thank you for your concern and your kind words. They were but a balm to my soul. To those who came to visit with me, who sat with me while helpless in their loss of how to provide ease or comfort, I will love you forever.
And to you, whom I attempted to help but instead found myself so deeply afflicted, I realize in my haste where I erred. Forgive me.
Never have I felt something which was so all consuming.
That is a lie. I have. I have loved as fiercely as I have felt that grief.
In the days where I could not bring myself to leave my bed or if I could get out of bed, not be able to step out of my chambers, my family stepped in to the various roles I must play on a daily basis. They did so without my asking. They did so out of love, honor, and duty.
To those who reached out to me during my time of incapacitation and were met with replies from my stewardess, Graziela, I thank you for your concern and your kind words. They were but a balm to my soul. To those who came to visit with me, who sat with me while helpless in their loss of how to provide ease or comfort, I will love you forever.
And to you, whom I attempted to help but instead found myself so deeply afflicted, I realize in my haste where I erred. Forgive me.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 1, 2020, 8:02 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Congratulation on the new song are due Prince Talwyn. 'Thunder Between His Thighs" has such a visual (or would that be auditory?) mental image. It may just catch on like 'Rattle Me Bones', the song for Lady Eirene, did a few years ago.
Written By Strozza
Oct. 1, 2020, 7:54 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Why is 'Moist' such an enjoyable word?
Written By Gwenna
Oct. 1, 2020, 7:09 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Quite often, duties and politics bring people across your path that you might not otherwise have gotten to know - at least beyond polite nods and greetings at social events and Assemblies. Sometimes, those people are so much more than you expected (though perhaps should have) and become friends. Warm and intelligent individuals that you look forward to seeing again, regardless of occasion. I feel like I've been quite fortunate the past couple of months in that regard and couldn't be more grateful.
Written By Piccola
Oct. 1, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(2/15/1014 AR)
Inner peace, which is the most important, is that which comes from within us when we realize our relationship with our surroundings and all its powers.
In that moment, when the Gods bequeath to us the realization that everywhere is within and what is within is everywhere, we find real peace -- true peace -- and the only peace that matters.
Outer peace is that which is made between us and others. There can never be peace with those whose beliefs threaten to damage and harm us and those we care about. There can never be peace between us and those who swear to or live by customs which are anathema to our own so severely that it causes us to question our own faith in the Gods.
Inner peace is possible without outer peace. Complete peace may never come about in our lifetime. So it is that the wise general defends herself against the predation of others to protect the inner peace she may find.
In that moment, when the Gods bequeath to us the realization that everywhere is within and what is within is everywhere, we find real peace -- true peace -- and the only peace that matters.
Outer peace is that which is made between us and others. There can never be peace with those whose beliefs threaten to damage and harm us and those we care about. There can never be peace between us and those who swear to or live by customs which are anathema to our own so severely that it causes us to question our own faith in the Gods.
Inner peace is possible without outer peace. Complete peace may never come about in our lifetime. So it is that the wise general defends herself against the predation of others to protect the inner peace she may find.
Written By Dycard
Oct. 1, 2020, 4:56 a.m.(2/15/1014 AR)
Returning to Arx just in time to embarrass myself competing at a celebration of the Whirlpool's disappearance is all too fitting. It's a relief though to get reacquainted with old friends and family though without too much issue - Orrick is probably growing tired of running missives across the city for me. I will have to start making more appearances at social functions though if i'm to fully reintegrate with society. No used hiding aboard The Gambit like a recluse.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 30, 2020, 9:10 p.m.(2/14/1014 AR)
My twins are one. My how time does fly.
Could they not be a few months younger???
Next thing, I'll be marrying them to someone!
Ok, I know I've a few years yet. Just a mother fretting....
Could they not be a few months younger???
Next thing, I'll be marrying them to someone!
Ok, I know I've a few years yet. Just a mother fretting....
Written By Avary
Sept. 30, 2020, 3 p.m.(2/14/1014 AR)
Duress, inducement and lies to enslave are the tools used by the enemies of the Church and those who do so have no honor. While Ivan the apostate will face the Sentinel's justice for what he has done, we should pray for those caught up in this apostate's wicked bonds to turn their hearts back to the gods and seek atonement for their wrongdoing. It is not yet too late.
For those who battle against this apostate, may your honor never yield nor your actions lead you or others to dishonor.
For those who battle against this apostate, may your honor never yield nor your actions lead you or others to dishonor.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 30, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(2/13/1014 AR)
I feel truly fortunate that whenever I find myself adrift, I have people in my life who keep me grounded.
Written By Pasquale
Sept. 30, 2020, 9:23 a.m.(2/13/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Rebecca
I am sorry if we made you feel forgotten Rebecca. You never were.
Written By Tyrus
Sept. 29, 2020, 11:19 p.m.(2/12/1014 AR)
Failure has a way of giving me new strength and determination in a way that success never has. It makes me focus and open my eyes to things i hadn't realized or had dismissed. Or just refused to acknowledge.
In failure we learn more of ourselves and what we need to be.
In failure we learn more of ourselves and what we need to be.
Written By Mirari
Sept. 29, 2020, 10:12 p.m.(2/12/1014 AR)
[This is just a sketch of what appears to be a set of hairpins: A sharp point at the tip, following the shaft it splits into three chains that try to wrap around three anatomically correct hearts, but the hearts burst free breaking the chains.]
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