Written By Lucita
July 25, 2020, 1:10 p.m.(9/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Seven years Lord Ian and I have been friends and shared good times and bad ones. The gods must be watching over us for us to have survived as long as we have. And oh, I do hope he will NOT share his glitter with me, I have enough to cope with the things the twins manage to do.
Written By Hamish
July 25, 2020, 7:39 a.m.(9/19/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Furio
All sorts of things. Is there anything in particular you are wondering about?
Written By Bhandn
July 24, 2020, 8:33 p.m.(9/18/1013 AR)
A fair number of people turned out to the Gauntlet event that Dame Harthall and I hosted. I was rather surprised by the number, myself, but all in all it went very well. If anything, it was very educational as to just how many people, of common roots and of the peerage, could handle being put through a grueling series of challenges.
I want to leave record here of my appreciation to Dame Bree for her assistance in handling some of the details, as well as keeping track of the scores everyone earned. I do not think I could have done it as well without the help, so I demonstrate my gratitude here for everyone to see.
I want to leave record here of my appreciation to Dame Bree for her assistance in handling some of the details, as well as keeping track of the scores everyone earned. I do not think I could have done it as well without the help, so I demonstrate my gratitude here for everyone to see.
Written By Donella
July 24, 2020, 5:27 p.m.(9/18/1013 AR)
Prayers and fasting, then eat an evening meal with the hangry extended family. It's been some days now, and I still have a week to go. Most days I don't notice being hungry because meals for me have always been catch as catch can sort of thing when we are not dining 'in-state.' Just now I am so hungry, I could eat a baby. Yes, brother, that was a Thrax JOKE.
The prayer at the Shrine of the Sentinel has been harder. In doing this for one family, I have been confronting whether or the choices I made, the horrible things I suffered to happen, the people that died because of me... can that ever be made right? I don't know. I have agreed to talk through some of it with Blessed Avary. Sometimes, they say, talking helps.
The prayer at the Shrine of the Sentinel has been harder. In doing this for one family, I have been confronting whether or the choices I made, the horrible things I suffered to happen, the people that died because of me... can that ever be made right? I don't know. I have agreed to talk through some of it with Blessed Avary. Sometimes, they say, talking helps.
Written By Furio
July 24, 2020, 3:24 p.m.(9/18/1013 AR)
I wonder what is up with the spiders.
Written By Macda
July 24, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(9/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Pharamond
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Written By Porter
July 24, 2020, 11:14 a.m.(9/17/1013 AR)
I didn't ever expect myself to settle into any kind of discipleship. And if there were moments where I did entertain it, it wasn't under Gild with the Knights of Solace. And yet, here I am. And it somehow feels very familiar and comfortable after only a few short months.
Written By Thea
July 24, 2020, 8:08 a.m.(9/17/1013 AR)
I ran the gauntlet. You know what the easiest thing was for me? The V-logs. You know who I feel won that whole damn debacle?
THAT DAMN ROPE! I would repeat Messere Sydney's words, but I'll refrain myself.
THAT DAMN ROPE! I would repeat Messere Sydney's words, but I'll refrain myself.
Written By Rosalind
July 24, 2020, 6:41 a.m.(9/17/1013 AR)
STOP LAUGHING AT ME SCHOLAR! STOP IT! I got a dress the other day. I'm not sure if it's punishment, well it's not. But still. It was gifted. Remember I said I talked my way into dresses? I thought I was talking my way out. I didn't. The one from Mistress Nina came and it's pretty. And purple. And my legs show. And I can't for the love of spirits, just..HOW DO YOU CLIMB IN THIS! I keep trying to tug it down or think I ripped my pants. Only to realize I'm not wearing any! STOP LAUGHING SCHOLAR! Or I'll never wear it again!
Written By Piccola
July 23, 2020, 10:30 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
War is always the same. It is young dying in the fullness of their promise. It is trying to kill another that you do not even know well enough to hate. It is engaging in the art of death in the name of life. To know war therefore is to know that there is still madness in this world.
Written By Sydney
July 23, 2020, 8:44 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
Ran the Gauntlet today - wonderful to see everyone's different approaches to it. I learned an important lesson.
I hate The Rope.
I hate The Rope.
Written By Macda
July 23, 2020, 5:19 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
I visited the Menagerie, and now truly desire all of the plushie collectibles. Its some kind of desire I am just unsure about, but some deep part of me needs to collect them all... I hope some of the townsfolk play my scavenger hunt.
Written By Sunniva
July 23, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
Now that I've begun to settle into the rhythm of the city once again, it is time to start rejoining the happenings outside of Harthall Keep. I have missed the social events while I have been away. Perhaps I can convince Orvyn that we should host an event...
Written By Mirari
July 23, 2020, 12:03 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
I AM A FRIEND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Written By Sabine
July 23, 2020, 7:09 a.m.(9/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
I wonder if she understands now why I summoned her back, she and her brother both. We are not a hawking family, but I do so enjoy watching someone fly when I cast them from my wrist.
Written By Sabine
July 23, 2020, 7:08 a.m.(9/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaspar
No one, the gods included, will be surprised that I record this here: I am not a woman given to sentiment.
I place that statement beside this one, to be preserved for history's sake: I had no intention of marrying again and yet do not regret-- for once-- the act of changing my mind. My first husband was my mother's choice, my second necessity's. Both died to violence. These events did not endear me to the state of matrimony; I would prefer my reputation be other than a bloody widow. When set on a course, I but rarely turn from it. I had no intention of taking a third husband. Since binding Gaspar to me as consort, as Marquis, as bridegroom, I have learned that there are times when doubling back on a decision has merit. If we prosper now, with trade diminished and threats clotting thickly around, it is because he has set his mind and will to the benefit of my holdings. More than that, my Nurie sings in her workroom, I have caught the servants smiling, and when he answers their salutes, my guards stand with greater pride. I even spied Cosimo nodding to him, once, and that is no small thing (though not yet Piccola; still, I expect even she will eventually succumb). With some born to royalty comes a certain grace. Not all, but some.
I am not a woman given to sentiment. I believe when sentiment is stripped from a thing, the truth shines through. It was the right choice, to marry again, because I chose to marry this man. He brings us grace.
I place that statement beside this one, to be preserved for history's sake: I had no intention of marrying again and yet do not regret-- for once-- the act of changing my mind. My first husband was my mother's choice, my second necessity's. Both died to violence. These events did not endear me to the state of matrimony; I would prefer my reputation be other than a bloody widow. When set on a course, I but rarely turn from it. I had no intention of taking a third husband. Since binding Gaspar to me as consort, as Marquis, as bridegroom, I have learned that there are times when doubling back on a decision has merit. If we prosper now, with trade diminished and threats clotting thickly around, it is because he has set his mind and will to the benefit of my holdings. More than that, my Nurie sings in her workroom, I have caught the servants smiling, and when he answers their salutes, my guards stand with greater pride. I even spied Cosimo nodding to him, once, and that is no small thing (though not yet Piccola; still, I expect even she will eventually succumb). With some born to royalty comes a certain grace. Not all, but some.
I am not a woman given to sentiment. I believe when sentiment is stripped from a thing, the truth shines through. It was the right choice, to marry again, because I chose to marry this man. He brings us grace.
Written By Sabine
July 23, 2020, 6:48 a.m.(9/15/1013 AR)
We cannot control the weather. What profit then to spend breath in lament of heat or storm, lack of rain, destructive frost? It avails a person nothing, from king to serf, to shake a fist at the sky when they might instead turn to what can be done. This is why, for king or serf, it is always best to have several plans in action. Not on paper, not in mind, but several in movement. As one meets a slight with dignity and a long memory, so too one must meet those events over which we have little to no control.
So, it is with great dignity, and a long memory, I announce my pregnancy and tell you, child, I have a number of plans already in action for your future. And I will remember the torments you have visited upon me already; your stubborn insistence, even in the womb, of proving yourself distinct from your elder brother and future liege.
So, it is with great dignity, and a long memory, I announce my pregnancy and tell you, child, I have a number of plans already in action for your future. And I will remember the torments you have visited upon me already; your stubborn insistence, even in the womb, of proving yourself distinct from your elder brother and future liege.
Written By Dio
July 22, 2020, 9 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
"Is that a silk bandage, m'lord?" says the mercy named Gudolpho in the House of Solace.
"Aye, Mate."
"Who uses silk bandages? You Seraceni must swim in piles of silver and wipe your asses with -"
"Just stop the bleeding," says I.
"Aye, Mate."
"Who uses silk bandages? You Seraceni must swim in piles of silver and wipe your asses with -"
"Just stop the bleeding," says I.
Written By Monique
July 22, 2020, 1:08 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
What gift says "I'm sorry for putting a dagger in your chest"? Whatever it is, I'll endeavor to find it.
Written By Piccola
July 22, 2020, 12:57 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Every tolerably good soldier understands that, to avoid becoming the scorn of his companions, she must not shrink from danger or hesitating to expose or sacrifice her life when the good of her comrades requires it. So it is that, when the happiness or misery of others depends in any respect upon our conduct, we dare not prefer the interest of one to that of many. It is the soul within us that persuades us not to value ourselves too much and other people too little,else we render ourselves the proper object of the contempt and indignation of our brethren. And as each has a soul, this sentiment is not confined to those of extraordinary magnanimity and virtue, but also to those whose humility is expected by those without.
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