Written By Kastelon
Aug. 12, 2020, 9:01 a.m.(10/27/1013 AR)
With colder weather on its way, I have taken the liberty of having a small barn constructed for my cow. I need to ask Marie about cheese. It is good to have a hobby that can take one's mind off darker matters at times.
Written By Ophne
Aug. 12, 2020, 6:30 a.m.(10/27/1013 AR)
My first meeting with Archlector Brigida did not go well.
Her staff hurts when thwacked upon a shin.
Her staff hurts when thwacked upon a shin.
Written By Ophne
Aug. 12, 2020, 6:26 a.m.(10/27/1013 AR)
Someone told me that they always try to find something about someone to flatter. I don't enjoy flattery, and believe that for everyone's sakes it's better to be honest and truthful. It's false and insincere, and it's likely to cause me to punch someone in the face if such were done to me, or at the very least avoid them in the future.
I'd rather be complimented.
I'd rather be complimented.
Written By Sabine
Aug. 12, 2020, 1:50 a.m.(10/27/1013 AR)
Thank you to those who have sent well-wishes regarding the birth of my daughter. The nurses assure me she is a fine and healthy baby. Rather louder than her predecessor but within normal parameters for this stage. Certainly she has the temperament for the path I intend for her and what else is the role of sibling to the heir if not to occasionally challenge their patience, their peace? She will be a fine foil to Constantin, this furious little Ginevra.
Thank you also to my husband, whose patience and tolerance of the furor of her coming was unexpected but not unwelcome. He deserves whatever toasts he has earned from our peers.
Now, again, I may blessedly return to less messy business.
Thank you also to my husband, whose patience and tolerance of the furor of her coming was unexpected but not unwelcome. He deserves whatever toasts he has earned from our peers.
Now, again, I may blessedly return to less messy business.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 11, 2020, 12:47 p.m.(10/26/1013 AR)
Had a very important conversation which led to disappointment and relief. I need to remember not to walk into potentially dangerous situations. I'm not alone in this world and there's a lot of people *A lot is crossed out* who would miss me if I died a horrific death or needed to vanish.
I guess I'll never know. Not like we can watch our own funerals.
I guess I'll never know. Not like we can watch our own funerals.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 11, 2020, 12:45 p.m.(10/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
If you ever come back, I'm smacking you upside the head.
Written By Preston
Aug. 11, 2020, 12:05 p.m.(10/26/1013 AR)
I do find people's choices of Shrines for certain activities to often be odd.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 11, 2020, 10:48 a.m.(10/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Baldessare
Of course you would. It is always the easy route, skimming the surface of things with a light quip.
Xavier is well pleased with the match and Keaton could not be happier, no matter if he prefers milk over wine. But I would head Baroness Ysabel's warning, do not mix the two.
Xavier is well pleased with the match and Keaton could not be happier, no matter if he prefers milk over wine. But I would head Baroness Ysabel's warning, do not mix the two.
Written By Gael
Aug. 11, 2020, 10:18 a.m.(10/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Cestus? Caestus? Festus?
Who knows. Who cares. Visiting Dame Ferron's shop, I had never before been witness to such a tasteful collection of dangerous items. Blades of edge so keen the very air in the shop seems to come in severed waves like the metal swords there inadvertently cuts them, and their simplicity - thus ergonomics of the workplace - show in each.
It's easy to be lost in the beauty of it all and forget that they're all made with the explicit goal of fucking you up. And fucking you up good.
Who knows. Who cares. Visiting Dame Ferron's shop, I had never before been witness to such a tasteful collection of dangerous items. Blades of edge so keen the very air in the shop seems to come in severed waves like the metal swords there inadvertently cuts them, and their simplicity - thus ergonomics of the workplace - show in each.
It's easy to be lost in the beauty of it all and forget that they're all made with the explicit goal of fucking you up. And fucking you up good.
Written By Lou
Aug. 10, 2020, 8:57 p.m.(10/24/1013 AR)
This has got to be the BEST DAY EVER.
That is all.
That is all.
Written By Quenia
Aug. 10, 2020, 2:39 p.m.(10/24/1013 AR)
For several months now I've been having recurring dreams of a darkness flowing from Arx in a sprawling mass, swallowing everything it touches as it gets bigger and bigger. There are other such dreams as well that haunt me in the night. Each time I wake up, I'm always left gasping for air as I try to think of ways of stopping it.
I've talked to a few people about them, trying to shrug them off after the first time I had them. But there's something, deep down, that bugs me about them. I can't quite put my finger on it. Why? Why these dreams? And why do I wake with a start each time, knowing that its only a dream?
I suspect it's because of the troubles we'd been facing in Granato. Or maybe it's the recent attacks that have happened in the city? I can't be certain. But they're just dreams and nothing to worry about, right?
I've talked to a few people about them, trying to shrug them off after the first time I had them. But there's something, deep down, that bugs me about them. I can't quite put my finger on it. Why? Why these dreams? And why do I wake with a start each time, knowing that its only a dream?
I suspect it's because of the troubles we'd been facing in Granato. Or maybe it's the recent attacks that have happened in the city? I can't be certain. But they're just dreams and nothing to worry about, right?
Written By Tikva
Aug. 10, 2020, 2:12 p.m.(10/24/1013 AR)
In working on an outline for my new project, I discovered three fourths of the way through it that there's not really a role for me to sing. Unless I try to sing tenor, which would be laughable. I'm not sure what kind of dizzy writer places herself in the chorus...
Yet it feels right. It's not MY story.
Yet it feels right. It's not MY story.
Written By Sydney
Aug. 10, 2020, 11:48 a.m.(10/24/1013 AR)
I am happy to report that I have successfully started a trend among children in the Lowers where one pretends to be a vicious bear and chases the others.
No, it's not 'too soon'. We cope with our fears and anxieties the best way we can, and a game of make-believe is easier to parse for the resilient youth of this city.
No, it's not 'too soon'. We cope with our fears and anxieties the best way we can, and a game of make-believe is easier to parse for the resilient youth of this city.
Written By Gwenna
Aug. 10, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(10/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Katryn
First, I am honored that anyone might have equated my actions with the quill as something akin to defeating evil. Truly, it was a group effort, with nearly all of the credit and praise due to Sir Austen and the men of the King's Own he lead in Sungreet. Second, I now feel like my quill needs a proper name.
That all said, I'd be happy to share the story over tea sometime!
That all said, I'd be happy to share the story over tea sometime!
Written By Svana
Aug. 10, 2020, 7:39 a.m.(10/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
I'm glad to know that I make my most trusted confidantes proud. Apollo - if you're reading this - I love you. Thank you for letting me make you proud. Thank you for giving a girl who wanted a pair of boots a job. Thank you for everything.
One day, your heart shall burst from pride as to what I will do in the Dream awake, asleep, and in the worlds in between.
One day, your heart shall burst from pride as to what I will do in the Dream awake, asleep, and in the worlds in between.
Written By Mabelle
Aug. 10, 2020, 4:14 a.m.(10/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
Since Baroness Shae's otter is named Spice, the kitten must be named Sugar. Or Ginger. Or Pepper.
I need to see the cat!
I need to see the cat!
Written By Monique
Aug. 10, 2020, 2:10 a.m.(10/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
In the Shrine of the Thirteenth this day, House Greenmarch accepted the oath of Rinel Tern. Henceforth, she is under the protection of our House, and we shall regard her counsel, and promote her good works and serve her in any capacity we may.
Written By Ysabel
Aug. 10, 2020, 2:03 a.m.(10/23/1013 AR)
Wine and milk, they do not mix. Not in the least. There are regrets. Not the marriage, no. But the milk and wine mixed together. That, that is regret.
Written By Daria
Aug. 9, 2020, 11:05 p.m.(10/22/1013 AR)
So I live here now.
It’s not bad. Many places to explore. New challenges.
Lot of buildings -- why?
It’s not bad. Many places to explore. New challenges.
Lot of buildings -- why?
Written By Theophania
Aug. 9, 2020, 10:02 p.m.(10/22/1013 AR)
Perhaps I should turn my efforts to keeps. Unlike dresses, keeps are always relevant, until some new, horrible thing makes walls and fortifications useless, at any rate. And even then, they can still house people.
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