Written By Jael
July 2, 2020, 8:39 p.m.(8/2/1013 AR)
With the talk of...explosives? I would like to revisit an assertion made once that honey is an effective explosive.
It is not.
Yes, it burns if it is pure. And I can promise you that all Laurent honey burns. But slowly. A nice low flame. Very useful if you want to possibly but not definitely set something on fire and take a long time doing it.
Sometimes a jar of honey might 'explode' in your larder, getting sticky glass on your shelves. That is because it has fermented. Then you have mead!
Anyway, please do not burn Laurent honey. It's much better for eating.
It is not.
Yes, it burns if it is pure. And I can promise you that all Laurent honey burns. But slowly. A nice low flame. Very useful if you want to possibly but not definitely set something on fire and take a long time doing it.
Sometimes a jar of honey might 'explode' in your larder, getting sticky glass on your shelves. That is because it has fermented. Then you have mead!
Anyway, please do not burn Laurent honey. It's much better for eating.
Written By Dio
July 2, 2020, 4:25 p.m.(8/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebastian
It was a pleasure to host Prince Sebastian in the palazzo. It needn't be written that he is a man of taste and culture; however, he is also a man of penetrating intellect and deep knowledge.
His words regarding the decisions made by Marquessa Imogene in designing the palazzo were extraordinarily kind, and a welcome reminder that everything which felt her touch was changed for the better, and in those, she lives on.
His words regarding the decisions made by Marquessa Imogene in designing the palazzo were extraordinarily kind, and a welcome reminder that everything which felt her touch was changed for the better, and in those, she lives on.
Written By Mirari
July 2, 2020, 3:22 p.m.(8/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Love is dead.
Written By Raziel
July 2, 2020, 8:42 a.m.(8/1/1013 AR)
The bombs worked, but it will take some refining before they're useable, much less for battle. I'm sure there are more reliable ways to blow things up, gas being so volatile, but now we know.
Written By Raymesin
July 2, 2020, 6:51 a.m.(8/1/1013 AR)
Forgive me, Scholar, but I thought reaving, like piracy, was considered a crime.
Or is it another of those things that's only criminal when commoners do it?
Or is it another of those things that's only criminal when commoners do it?
Written By Bahiya
July 2, 2020, 1:09 a.m.(8/1/1013 AR)
Tonight, I danced. It's been some time, the first my feet have moved as such in this new city. It was a fitting venue, in that it happened at the Stormbird's Roost, a delightful place for anyone but especially those that favor Eurusi cuisine.
It pleased me to taste and scent the air, the good things I had to leave behind are not; they are right here, at my fingertips. Literally.
It pleased me to taste and scent the air, the good things I had to leave behind are not; they are right here, at my fingertips. Literally.
Written By Haakon
July 1, 2020, 10:59 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
...they sail to Arvum, buy boatloads of people, and I kill them? Take as old as time, that.
They had a nice ship, at least.
They had a nice ship, at least.
Written By Thea
July 1, 2020, 10:36 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
Attended the opening of Stormbird's Roost, to support Rukhnis. My fellow physician and friend. Yes scholar, I tried grasshoppers and lizards. All new foods were downed with a glass of some very good whiskey. And was surrounded by friends. And then Rocco delivered me a letter...And then another regarding more just-things you don't want to know. And just like that scholar, my mind was oblivious. And now here I am, on my couch. Missing a shoe and Finn licking my face. I don't have evenings like this very often. If ever. But it's a new day and I'm up. And it's time to go figure out--what the hells is going on. In more than one area it seems.
Written By Iseulet
July 1, 2020, 4:27 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
When a mommy Gildorian and a daddy Gildorian love each other very much.....
Written By Piccola
July 1, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
A noble is best when people barely know that she exist; not so good when people obey and acclaim her; and worst when people despise her. A noble who fails to honor people shall never be honored. For the nation is most prosperous when the work is done, the aims fulfilled, and the people will take all the credit, not when its nobles scramble for the acknowledgment of having done their duty.
Written By Esme
July 1, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
Sparring.
I should do this far more often. It lifts my spirits and lets me focus on other things. I don't have to worry about conversation so much as hitting a target and the mercies step in.
Send word if anyone wants to spar. I prefer to use the weapons provided by Laurent and leathers for armor.
I should do this far more often. It lifts my spirits and lets me focus on other things. I don't have to worry about conversation so much as hitting a target and the mercies step in.
Send word if anyone wants to spar. I prefer to use the weapons provided by Laurent and leathers for armor.
Written By Lisebet
July 1, 2020, 1:18 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
Time seems to pass so quickly, and I find that all the things I want to do mostly still remain undone. I suppose that means if I still want to do them, it's time to pick them up again.
Written By Mabelle
July 1, 2020, 11:14 a.m.(7/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Orvyn
It appears the Marquis is not only a poet with numbers.
It was an honor to compete alongside him, Lady Liliana and Lord Vandorean in the Bard's college's contest.
Congratulations to the winners.
It was an honor to compete alongside him, Lady Liliana and Lord Vandorean in the Bard's college's contest.
Congratulations to the winners.
Written By Lys
July 1, 2020, 10:21 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
I'm pretty sure you don't trust anyone, friend.
Written By Evaristo
July 1, 2020, 9:30 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
Gildorian is a kingdom in Eurus.
Written By Malcolm
July 1, 2020, 8:23 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
I'm real sure that since I've been a Duke and started acting, dressing, and eating more like a Duke that my middle's getting squishy.
Written By Sunaia
July 1, 2020, 8:11 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
-- I should not have dipped into the whiskey, I know this Scholar. Wait, wait, are you having trouble breathing, Scholar - -
You're laughing at me. Please, note, that Scholar Einar laughed at my plight. It might have made me laugh too. Believe that I'm going to leave that vague enough so that if someone in another age from now gets bored enough to pick this up, they'll wonder if I laughed. Or not. Who knows? I'll make you wonder indefinitely, future bored person.
This week, I have spent some of my idle time wondering what I would like to make of myself, who should I be?
(Mostly while volunteering to muck out stables.)
Because of choice, because of freedom, because of will - because I was daydreaming - this is a very short list of various options:
* Drop everything, invent a new name (Susan) for myself, and run off to join a Kismet Carnival.
* Learn to sing (badly) and act (not as badly) and join the Mummers.
* Make an attempt to settle down (not yet.) Find a good political alliance with a nice lady (or lord) - or possibly a nice prince (or princess) who is far enough from the line of inheritance so that we can travel everywhere without needing to worry about duty or responsibilities.
* Become an actual Liberator. Godsworn to Skald.
* Become an actual member of the King's Own. I think I fight well enough to keep up with the Hundred. I think.
* Go feral, become a literal hedge-knight.
You're laughing at me. Please, note, that Scholar Einar laughed at my plight. It might have made me laugh too. Believe that I'm going to leave that vague enough so that if someone in another age from now gets bored enough to pick this up, they'll wonder if I laughed. Or not. Who knows? I'll make you wonder indefinitely, future bored person.
This week, I have spent some of my idle time wondering what I would like to make of myself, who should I be?
(Mostly while volunteering to muck out stables.)
Because of choice, because of freedom, because of will - because I was daydreaming - this is a very short list of various options:
* Drop everything, invent a new name (Susan) for myself, and run off to join a Kismet Carnival.
* Learn to sing (badly) and act (not as badly) and join the Mummers.
* Make an attempt to settle down (not yet.) Find a good political alliance with a nice lady (or lord) - or possibly a nice prince (or princess) who is far enough from the line of inheritance so that we can travel everywhere without needing to worry about duty or responsibilities.
* Become an actual Liberator. Godsworn to Skald.
* Become an actual member of the King's Own. I think I fight well enough to keep up with the Hundred. I think.
* Go feral, become a literal hedge-knight.
Written By Raymesin
July 1, 2020, 5:28 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
So, Scholar, it seems as there are folks out there as still think the Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings kills people.
I can't believe I've got to say this, but She doesn't.
People kill people. Animals kill people. Their own bodies kill people. The weather, the tide, the world around us, the things we make - all these things kill people. The Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings doesn't. When we've died, that's when She gathers our souls up and decides what to do with us. But really, looking at Her that way is looking at Her the wrong way round. It's natural - we all know we're going to die sometime - but where we tend to focus isn't where we really should.
See, She's the one who sent us out here to be people in the first place. The Mother of Beginnings takes a soul - whether it's one that's been round the Wheel before, or one that's brand shiny new on the Wheel - and she puts it in a body. She sends us out into the world and lets us live our lives, then gathers us up again when they're done. I don't know why - I'm not even Godsworn, never mind willing to suggest I can speak for Her - but that's what the Godsworn tell us She does.
Why would She end our lives, when She gave us them to start with?
I can't believe I've got to say this, but She doesn't.
People kill people. Animals kill people. Their own bodies kill people. The weather, the tide, the world around us, the things we make - all these things kill people. The Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings doesn't. When we've died, that's when She gathers our souls up and decides what to do with us. But really, looking at Her that way is looking at Her the wrong way round. It's natural - we all know we're going to die sometime - but where we tend to focus isn't where we really should.
See, She's the one who sent us out here to be people in the first place. The Mother of Beginnings takes a soul - whether it's one that's been round the Wheel before, or one that's brand shiny new on the Wheel - and she puts it in a body. She sends us out into the world and lets us live our lives, then gathers us up again when they're done. I don't know why - I'm not even Godsworn, never mind willing to suggest I can speak for Her - but that's what the Godsworn tell us She does.
Why would She end our lives, when She gave us them to start with?
Written By Haakon
July 1, 2020, 2:20 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
Anyone know where Gildorians come from?
The easy bets would be Gildor or Gildoria, something of that nature. Whatever the name, I'm told it's a Kingdom.
Killed a few Gildorians of late with no damned idea where they come from, and I can hardly ask them, now.
The easy bets would be Gildor or Gildoria, something of that nature. Whatever the name, I'm told it's a Kingdom.
Killed a few Gildorians of late with no damned idea where they come from, and I can hardly ask them, now.
Written By Lisebet
July 1, 2020, 12:17 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)
Languages are fascinating. I believe I may have said this before, but that doesn't make it less than true. Perhaps one day they will bore me, but I somehow suspect that day is very far in the future. So many languages!
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