Written By Gaston
June 14, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Getting the chance to work with animals reminds me of the times when I had less responsibility on my shoulders. I had almost forgotten just how honest animal companions can be in their actions and behavior. To see the bonds strengthen between the master and their respective companion is truly a joy, one that I am looking forward to the next time I have the opportunity to work with the Lyon and the Lyonhound. Watching the two learn from each other, I see quite a bit of potential, especially with time, effort, and patience.
Written By Auda
June 14, 2020, 10:41 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Lys
It's good to have you back.
Written By Luis
June 14, 2020, 10:33 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
My dearest wife, you have no idea how pleased I was this year to not only remember your birthday, but also to have an opportunity to make it special for you. I do hope that this public declaration will encourage other terrible spouses like myself to check their calendars every now and again. Or to hire someone to do it for them.
Written By Cadern
June 14, 2020, 10:23 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
An eventful time. The north... is a dangerous place. But it would be a worse place without allies. I'm glad Cillian and Rosalind have made it through alright. They both gave me a scare. But we for the most part survived. For as many as we took north we lost only a few but... still that is a sadness. Still we went out and we returned with more information. Rowenova did her best but it's a reminder of just how dangerous expeditions can be. I certainly will wear the scars for it for a time but surviving is it's own thing. Now just to put together what we've learned. With Clara's elevation it seems all the more time to sort out what information needs to be spread wider around the fealty.
Written By Strozza
June 14, 2020, 10:19 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
Traveling along the Great Road would be nightmarish without you, Sunrise.
Written By Braith
June 14, 2020, 10:19 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
One cycle of the wheel ends and that is where another begins
Ever turning and never ceasing
Under death’s watchful ever present eye
We leave one breath behind to but take another
Moments daily ever passing
Until fleeting days flows into a sigh
Death comes in joy and glory
Death comes in sadness and sorrow
Death promises another tomorrow
Come sing, come dance
Give praise for her presence
Come sing, come dance
And experience her pleasance
I certainly believe the Festival of Death is going to be a glorious thing to behold. Everyone should attend!
Ever turning and never ceasing
Under death’s watchful ever present eye
We leave one breath behind to but take another
Moments daily ever passing
Until fleeting days flows into a sigh
Death comes in joy and glory
Death comes in sadness and sorrow
Death promises another tomorrow
Come sing, come dance
Give praise for her presence
Come sing, come dance
And experience her pleasance
I certainly believe the Festival of Death is going to be a glorious thing to behold. Everyone should attend!
Written By Lou
June 14, 2020, 9:54 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
I very much want to be able to trust that this new prince of Eurus and his retinue can be trusted, but their arrival comes on the heels of assassins making an attempt on my husband's life, twice. The second time they almost made it all the way to the window of our room, where our children sleep. To say that I'm on edge and wary of these new people would be an understatement. A very, very gross understatement.
I can only say that I can try to not let any relationship we might form with them and their price be colored by the actions of others. But it is very, very hard.
I can only say that I can try to not let any relationship we might form with them and their price be colored by the actions of others. But it is very, very hard.
Written By Sorrel
June 14, 2020, 9:07 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Death to all slavers!
Written By Jaenelle
June 14, 2020, 9:02 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
I would like to think that my birthday party, hosted by the lovely Dame Eleanor, went beautifully. I can not thank all who wrote or attended (please forgive me for those who could not after the ship decided to sail itself), enough for making it special.
Written By Samantha
June 14, 2020, 8:04 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
It has taken me some time to fully go through the motions of living without the expectation of another being there. The busy work has kept it mostly from my mind from making sure Rymarr's things were handed out appropriately to those he wished to receive them to seeing that he was immortalized for the generations to come. Through this I have learned that Rymarr befriended more than his fair share even if he might have not have thought he did.
There is no reference in life to compare to losing the one who was responsible beside you for the welfare of so many. The one who was your partner in all things and the father of your children. Layne and Nara reflect their father in many ways and in many others they do not. I did say at his memorial that there would never be another quite like him. His sense of duty and honor was unmatched by many and his perception of the world around him was definitely the anchor to many things. He never once faltered and for that I am grateful. It strengthened Deepwood and kept us surefooted.
Now that most of the work has been done the manor is quiet. Granted Rymarr was never a loud soul but the sound of him in armor, the mere feeling of his presence in his study or just the knowledge that he was on the grounds has faded and with it I finally understand the depth of what loss is. Its not just the person or their personality, its their presence in all the small ways. From the breathing beside you to the knowledge there will be support no matter what comes. The path is no longer quite so smooth or quite so easy to navigate but I know its there and its there because of him. Deepwood will not falter, but the way will be harder without him and I suppose that is where I will honor him. Each step taken is one where he is there beside us in spirit, knowing he helped forge that path and direct it. Rymarr continues to live on through all of us that found him a friend or confidante.
The way is not lost. He is not lost even if the constant reminder is. It is hard to put out the flame of another's deeds and soul when it has so brightly burned before. The light remains in every part of this manor, in every part of Old Oak and within our children. They shall inherit what we built together and you will live on here, through us and your values shall not be forgotten.
We miss you in ways that can not be replaced or remembered. For those things I grieve and I am sure will continue to grieve for some time but I do know that you have made it somewhere where you are needed. Where others will call on you because if one thing has been made clear during your life was that you were a man of duty, honor and valor.
Be at peace, my lion. The battle was won.
Your Daisy
There is no reference in life to compare to losing the one who was responsible beside you for the welfare of so many. The one who was your partner in all things and the father of your children. Layne and Nara reflect their father in many ways and in many others they do not. I did say at his memorial that there would never be another quite like him. His sense of duty and honor was unmatched by many and his perception of the world around him was definitely the anchor to many things. He never once faltered and for that I am grateful. It strengthened Deepwood and kept us surefooted.
Now that most of the work has been done the manor is quiet. Granted Rymarr was never a loud soul but the sound of him in armor, the mere feeling of his presence in his study or just the knowledge that he was on the grounds has faded and with it I finally understand the depth of what loss is. Its not just the person or their personality, its their presence in all the small ways. From the breathing beside you to the knowledge there will be support no matter what comes. The path is no longer quite so smooth or quite so easy to navigate but I know its there and its there because of him. Deepwood will not falter, but the way will be harder without him and I suppose that is where I will honor him. Each step taken is one where he is there beside us in spirit, knowing he helped forge that path and direct it. Rymarr continues to live on through all of us that found him a friend or confidante.
The way is not lost. He is not lost even if the constant reminder is. It is hard to put out the flame of another's deeds and soul when it has so brightly burned before. The light remains in every part of this manor, in every part of Old Oak and within our children. They shall inherit what we built together and you will live on here, through us and your values shall not be forgotten.
We miss you in ways that can not be replaced or remembered. For those things I grieve and I am sure will continue to grieve for some time but I do know that you have made it somewhere where you are needed. Where others will call on you because if one thing has been made clear during your life was that you were a man of duty, honor and valor.
Be at peace, my lion. The battle was won.
Your Daisy
Written By Shae
June 14, 2020, 7:45 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
After Duchess Calista's recommendation, and a conversation with my mother, and Reigna's frank words to me about motherhood, and breastfeeding, I have finally hired two nurses to help with the twins. I think Kedehern is breathing a bit easier now, and not worrying over me as much. Or the babies.
Written By Shae
June 14, 2020, 7:38 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
The Oresetto dogs were very sweet, it is always interesting getting to learn about new breeds, as well as studying them. Sadly, I was not able to return with one.
Written By Shae
June 14, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
I'm glad to have had a quiet moment to spend with my mom, and my family. Especially, with everything that is going on currently.
Written By Valdemar
June 14, 2020, 7:26 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Children,
In the course of your life, you are going to encounter mosquitoes. Other annoying bugs as well, such as flies, gnats, ants, and so on. But I've chosen to use mosquitoes as my example because of their bite and the lingering itch that accompanies it. They can be difficult to avoid, so you're bound to get bitten many times in your life. Thankfully, their bite is mostly harmless...so long as you can ignore the itch. If you scratch the bites, they can become infected and become far worse for you than if you left them alone. So you have to learn to give them as little attention as possible.
In the course of your life, you are going to encounter mosquitoes. Other annoying bugs as well, such as flies, gnats, ants, and so on. But I've chosen to use mosquitoes as my example because of their bite and the lingering itch that accompanies it. They can be difficult to avoid, so you're bound to get bitten many times in your life. Thankfully, their bite is mostly harmless...so long as you can ignore the itch. If you scratch the bites, they can become infected and become far worse for you than if you left them alone. So you have to learn to give them as little attention as possible.
Written By Strozza
June 14, 2020, 7:14 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
The Great Wet Road.
It should be a thing.
It should be a thing.
Written By Philippe
June 14, 2020, 7:08 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
There are no safe topics, only topics that you haven't found the right enemy for yet. Wariness is especially wise if you are given to a cheerful disposition, or so I am told. In any event, I would dare to dream and hope for a more peaceful growing season. The need for a stable reserve of foodstuffs for emergencies has been well-underscored by recent events, and it is my hope that other domains adopt cautious policies for their supplies going forward.
Written By Ailith
June 14, 2020, 6:43 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
In the weeks before the Battle at Sungreet, Baroness Lucita and Prince Talwyn led a song so uplifting that the locals, including the thralls, sang it in the streets. The parish continued to return, to listen, learn, and know the love of our pantheon. Sister Estelle assured our faithful, tending with gentle care over any injury or need of counsel. Archlector Brigida educated a wayward Seraph on the duties expected of a godsworn -- and more at great length.
I'd like to share in my journals the very song the Baroness and His Highness taught. A tapestry of this song resides at the Shrine of Sungreet in memory of those times -- of hope and love. May others learn it and teach others.
A SONG OF HOPE
~A catchy song designed to fall within a vocal range making it easy for many to sing. Composed October 1012 by Baroness-Regent Lucita Saik~
It was early in the morning and the sun had not risen high
As roosters were a calling 'come look at this gorgeous sky'.
The scents of breakfast cooking drifted gently on the air
And as the day is started, hope can be found everywhere.
The hammers in the forges a clanging out a rhythmic song
Blend with rattling of merchant carts as they roll along.
Loud brokers and shoppers haggle as their trading thrives.
Sounds in the Arvum streets echo the freedom of our lives.
We sing of hope and joy and loyalty and life
We sing of faith and courage and freedom from strife.
The laughter of the children full of mischief as they play
And a newborn baby's lusty cry gives hope for which we pray.
There's joy and hope found in each of the tasks that we do,
And in strength of our allies and friendships as they grew.
'Tis choice guides our actions. 'Tis choice guides our course
Our honesty and loyalties strengthen our hope at its source.
'Tis hopes and dreams that shape us as we go our varied ways
As faith and hope grow deeper with the steady passing days.
We sing of hope and joy and loyalty and life
We sing of faith and courage and freedom from strife.
The thud of spears and arrows as the knights and Templars drill
Are a promise of protecting freedom if that be our Gods' will
The joyful songs that echo in the temples and in the shrines
Are filled with hope and faith that keeps freedom in our minds.
Oh listen carefully to our words, let loose a confining chain
There's better ways than slavery where captive people strain.
Give hopeful hearts and busy hands a choice that they can make
Consider all the choices there are when freedom is at stake.
We sing of hope and joy and loyalty and life.
We sing of faith and courage and freedom from strife.
I'd like to share in my journals the very song the Baroness and His Highness taught. A tapestry of this song resides at the Shrine of Sungreet in memory of those times -- of hope and love. May others learn it and teach others.
A SONG OF HOPE
~A catchy song designed to fall within a vocal range making it easy for many to sing. Composed October 1012 by Baroness-Regent Lucita Saik~
It was early in the morning and the sun had not risen high
As roosters were a calling 'come look at this gorgeous sky'.
The scents of breakfast cooking drifted gently on the air
And as the day is started, hope can be found everywhere.
The hammers in the forges a clanging out a rhythmic song
Blend with rattling of merchant carts as they roll along.
Loud brokers and shoppers haggle as their trading thrives.
Sounds in the Arvum streets echo the freedom of our lives.
We sing of hope and joy and loyalty and life
We sing of faith and courage and freedom from strife.
The laughter of the children full of mischief as they play
And a newborn baby's lusty cry gives hope for which we pray.
There's joy and hope found in each of the tasks that we do,
And in strength of our allies and friendships as they grew.
'Tis choice guides our actions. 'Tis choice guides our course
Our honesty and loyalties strengthen our hope at its source.
'Tis hopes and dreams that shape us as we go our varied ways
As faith and hope grow deeper with the steady passing days.
We sing of hope and joy and loyalty and life
We sing of faith and courage and freedom from strife.
The thud of spears and arrows as the knights and Templars drill
Are a promise of protecting freedom if that be our Gods' will
The joyful songs that echo in the temples and in the shrines
Are filled with hope and faith that keeps freedom in our minds.
Oh listen carefully to our words, let loose a confining chain
There's better ways than slavery where captive people strain.
Give hopeful hearts and busy hands a choice that they can make
Consider all the choices there are when freedom is at stake.
We sing of hope and joy and loyalty and life.
We sing of faith and courage and freedom from strife.
Written By Tarik
June 14, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
There is always a choice. Do you go forward, do you stay still, do you go back? I have been presented with several choices at once. I just hope for each choice I make the right one.
Written By Raziel
June 14, 2020, 5 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
I wish to talk of service among the Peers today, Scholar.
We Peers are a privileged lot. Yet these privileges come with the duty to serve. We serve the Crown, of course, though some more directly than others. Dukes follow High Lords, Counts follow Marquis, so on and so forth. It's something more or less properly understood, save for the occasional traitor.
Yet the Peers serve another. There is another to whom they owe fealty. Multiple others. No, Scholar, I'm not thinking of the Gods. I fear my thoughts turn to more secular paths, though I won't disagree with you. Like the Crown, some serve Them more directly than others.
No, it is to the people that my thoughts turn. The people to whom we Peers owe service to. What's the point of nobility if it cannot lead its people properly? If it cannot see that they live prosperous lives, happy lives? If it cannot protect them when danger comes? The Peers must be leaders. The people whom they lead must be their priority over petty, selfish, concerns.
If one's more concerned over how much more dragonweep there is in their tiara over their neighbours', or of hearing their name over so many lips, then I fear they've quite missed the point regarding why they have the fancy title before their name in the first place.
The Peers were born to wealth and privilege, yet it also comes with work to do. If they're not doing the work? Then they shouldn't be a Peer.
We Peers are a privileged lot. Yet these privileges come with the duty to serve. We serve the Crown, of course, though some more directly than others. Dukes follow High Lords, Counts follow Marquis, so on and so forth. It's something more or less properly understood, save for the occasional traitor.
Yet the Peers serve another. There is another to whom they owe fealty. Multiple others. No, Scholar, I'm not thinking of the Gods. I fear my thoughts turn to more secular paths, though I won't disagree with you. Like the Crown, some serve Them more directly than others.
No, it is to the people that my thoughts turn. The people to whom we Peers owe service to. What's the point of nobility if it cannot lead its people properly? If it cannot see that they live prosperous lives, happy lives? If it cannot protect them when danger comes? The Peers must be leaders. The people whom they lead must be their priority over petty, selfish, concerns.
If one's more concerned over how much more dragonweep there is in their tiara over their neighbours', or of hearing their name over so many lips, then I fear they've quite missed the point regarding why they have the fancy title before their name in the first place.
The Peers were born to wealth and privilege, yet it also comes with work to do. If they're not doing the work? Then they shouldn't be a Peer.
Written By Azova
June 14, 2020, 4:36 p.m.(6/22/1013 AR)
Disappointment leaves a bitter taste that not even the finest whiskey can burn out. And I don't think I have ever had more of it to try and chase away. But Lagoma is not just about healing, or purifying flame, but also change. We will see how well I fare with it and hope I do not disappoint Our Lady of Change.
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