Written By Rysen
May 31, 2020, 3:59 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
It is inspiring to hear of the traditions and reflections of the knights of the Compact. May Gloria always watch over them.
Written By Valencia
May 31, 2020, 3:40 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
I am excited. Tonight, after a long hiatus, we are again hosting a Sip n'Spar event at my Hart.
It has been some time since we hosted such an event and my ladies and gentlemen have been working so hard to make sure everything is ready for our guests. Mistress Lizette, Missere Master Barkeep Maggnus, Sergeant of Arms McDougal and Mercy Zofia all assure that all is ready and will be perfect. I love how much attention they all pay to their work and how excited they are as well.
I hope everyone enjoys themselves. I love that so many people from all over Arx feel welcome in my Hart. A place for all of Arx to gather -- nobles, members of the Faith and commoners alike. All welcome and wanted here.
I also hope we raise much silver to support the people of the Lowers. I have decided to match whatever sum is raised today up to a total of 100,000 silver. I hope people are generous as always. Together we can help so many.
I love that my Hart does this as well -- raises spirits and silver for good people and good causes. If it offers some help, some good and some hope, then all this work is worth every moment and I do it so very gladly.
I am so grateful to those who support us in our work. You are the magic in all that we do.
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It has been some time since we hosted such an event and my ladies and gentlemen have been working so hard to make sure everything is ready for our guests. Mistress Lizette, Missere Master Barkeep Maggnus, Sergeant of Arms McDougal and Mercy Zofia all assure that all is ready and will be perfect. I love how much attention they all pay to their work and how excited they are as well.
I hope everyone enjoys themselves. I love that so many people from all over Arx feel welcome in my Hart. A place for all of Arx to gather -- nobles, members of the Faith and commoners alike. All welcome and wanted here.
I also hope we raise much silver to support the people of the Lowers. I have decided to match whatever sum is raised today up to a total of 100,000 silver. I hope people are generous as always. Together we can help so many.
I love that my Hart does this as well -- raises spirits and silver for good people and good causes. If it offers some help, some good and some hope, then all this work is worth every moment and I do it so very gladly.
I am so grateful to those who support us in our work. You are the magic in all that we do.
~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Dycard
May 31, 2020, 3:32 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sirius
Prince Sirius, I am becoming increasingly worried that you don't actually know what ships are. I've sent you some literature on the subject, out of concern.
Written By Tikva
May 31, 2020, 3:10 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
Names and choices are intertwined. Your name is what defines you, but you also define your name. The scholar Beryllium once wrote that getting a new name doesn't mean you're quite the same person - the new person, the new you, they had to have entirely left behind the person-that-was, the one whose name was lost. So to be a new name, to be a new person, is to reinvent yourself so completely that you genuinely are not that person anymore. You are someone new.
The link between name and identity is one that has come to make me wonder, lately. After all, I haven't been Tikva Laveer in 13 years. Do you remember Tikva Laveer? Do I? Does anyone?
I wonder at the girl-that-was, and the woman she might have become, on a different road, with different choices. Not out of regret, but merely curiosity. Someone was asking me about the geography near Brighthold recently and honestly I couldn't -- really say; I could remember in flashes, of images and scents and sounds, and I'm sure that if I were there and walking the cobbles beneath the lighthouse it would be as much my nature as finding my way home, now, from the House of Questions. Yet that child I was, she never could have imagined me as I am now.
Do you think when Alarice was a little girl, she imagined any of what would come? When Macdon was a boy, did he dream himself a protector?
When do you choose what your name means to you?
The link between name and identity is one that has come to make me wonder, lately. After all, I haven't been Tikva Laveer in 13 years. Do you remember Tikva Laveer? Do I? Does anyone?
I wonder at the girl-that-was, and the woman she might have become, on a different road, with different choices. Not out of regret, but merely curiosity. Someone was asking me about the geography near Brighthold recently and honestly I couldn't -- really say; I could remember in flashes, of images and scents and sounds, and I'm sure that if I were there and walking the cobbles beneath the lighthouse it would be as much my nature as finding my way home, now, from the House of Questions. Yet that child I was, she never could have imagined me as I am now.
Do you think when Alarice was a little girl, she imagined any of what would come? When Macdon was a boy, did he dream himself a protector?
When do you choose what your name means to you?
Written By Valdemar
May 31, 2020, 2:40 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
Daughter,
I will admit it feels strange to begin a journal entry this way, after years of living with your older brothers. You were born into a complicated place for women, the Mourning Isles. Our people are traditionalists, through and through, so there will be different expectations on you than there are for your brothers. There is no way around this. But the most important thing I can tell you is that those different expectations do not mean that you are worth any less than them. You are still a Grimhall, and I will do everything in my power to give you the tools needed to live up to that name, the same as them. And I know I am not the only one who will do so.
I will admit it feels strange to begin a journal entry this way, after years of living with your older brothers. You were born into a complicated place for women, the Mourning Isles. Our people are traditionalists, through and through, so there will be different expectations on you than there are for your brothers. There is no way around this. But the most important thing I can tell you is that those different expectations do not mean that you are worth any less than them. You are still a Grimhall, and I will do everything in my power to give you the tools needed to live up to that name, the same as them. And I know I am not the only one who will do so.
Written By Kiera
May 31, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
I paid a visit to seaborn weaponry this week and had an intersting conversation with brothrr felix about magic blades. I look forward to speaking to him again but i must find a means to compensate the man for his trouble
Written By Kiera
May 31, 2020, 11:49 a.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
It was pleasant to join in some social events this week. A lively conversation at the salon and an all too brief stop at the bard's college aniversary. Bawdy jokes and on on hand. High society splendor on the other. And yet mention of the troubles in arvum. were literally but a breath away. Talk of the recent riots in both locations. i'm saddened by how callous some nobles appear to be with regarf to the troubles of the common folk. the enjoy the comfort and privlege of the station without regard to do. How is one to live a meaningful life without the latter. Surely I could not
Written By Iseulet
May 31, 2020, 11:05 a.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
I'm just purrfect. Thank you for your concern, you're too sweet.
Just let me know if the cat hair gets too much for the Longhouse.
Just let me know if the cat hair gets too much for the Longhouse.
Written By Mabelle
May 31, 2020, 7:35 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
Fussy! But trendy!
So cute.
I need one.
So cute.
I need one.
Written By Scarlett
May 31, 2020, 6:42 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
The market board is like a leaden bell of doom. The weight of time and the inevitable actions of accumulation and compounded interest stand before me and I feel like the difference between sandstone and packed wet sand at the seashore. Oh, fortune; oh fate.
But yet.
I have come this far. I have come this far and this high by the fortune of the favor of the wise and the caring without whom I could have never flown so high, never worn anything so fine. Today perhaps I will sit in my slowly decaying memorance of wonderful things and I will carve out toys to distract children beget by indifferent parents and left to scrabble and complain and in time beget their own indifferent ones. Today I will carve that wood because I must and because I know to spend your principal is foolish.
But may the gods be my witness, I will live through this. This whirlpool, this slaughterhouse of a market, they're not going to axe me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to --
But yet.
I have come this far. I have come this far and this high by the fortune of the favor of the wise and the caring without whom I could have never flown so high, never worn anything so fine. Today perhaps I will sit in my slowly decaying memorance of wonderful things and I will carve out toys to distract children beget by indifferent parents and left to scrabble and complain and in time beget their own indifferent ones. Today I will carve that wood because I must and because I know to spend your principal is foolish.
But may the gods be my witness, I will live through this. This whirlpool, this slaughterhouse of a market, they're not going to axe me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to --
Written By Poppy
May 31, 2020, 5:36 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Scholar.
Can you feel it? That stillness? The quiet?
Something is coming. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Can you feel it? That stillness? The quiet?
Something is coming. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Written By Ryhalt
May 31, 2020, 4:06 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Sailing cupcakes and attack dogs. No one saw it coming.
Or, was all that a drunken hallucination?
Regardless, another sweet birthday for Lady Mabelle.
Or, was all that a drunken hallucination?
Regardless, another sweet birthday for Lady Mabelle.
Written By Vanora
May 31, 2020, 3:31 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
The number of journal entries you've made about cats has begun to concern me.
Do you need anything?
Do you need anything?
Written By Vanora
May 31, 2020, 3:30 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
I am no Whisper, and certainly not the Softest.
But I have a decent method of teaching, I have been told. And possibly a few of the skills that you were alluding to.
Just so you can spread the burden out, of course.
But I have a decent method of teaching, I have been told. And possibly a few of the skills that you were alluding to.
Just so you can spread the burden out, of course.
Written By Sirius
May 31, 2020, 2:17 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dycard
Whenever I purchase my own boat, or dinghy or ship or whatever it is you sea-men call it, it will have character. It shall have an essence, this lady of the sea, she'll be an extension of something dreadful and baneful; of something evil and fatal.
I can already see it. A place like my boat will be overgrown with tall grass, weeds, it growing out so much from its own blackened wood that it needn't even have a 'keep out' sign. But it will anyway- it will have a sign. It'll come in the form of a skeletonized puzzle; a horror of bones patched together from all manner of man* and beast, glaring from a crucifix to ward off any would-be adventurers, thieves and fruit-philanderers. Slugs will crawl through its eye sockets and arteries of army ants shall pulsate across its many limbs, for they'll be my allies, these ants. They'll be part of my crew.
With some luck, it'll have enough space for a cabin and some hammocks in the deepest, darkest recesses of its under-deck. Wait, 'under'... oooh, my boat will also be able to go underwater, and resurface anywhere it wants. I'll achieve this through some horrible means* of disputable nature that I'll not disclose here.
Most of this is a joke. I hope it isn't too upsetting, custodian of knowledge.
I can already see it. A place like my boat will be overgrown with tall grass, weeds, it growing out so much from its own blackened wood that it needn't even have a 'keep out' sign. But it will anyway- it will have a sign. It'll come in the form of a skeletonized puzzle; a horror of bones patched together from all manner of man* and beast, glaring from a crucifix to ward off any would-be adventurers, thieves and fruit-philanderers. Slugs will crawl through its eye sockets and arteries of army ants shall pulsate across its many limbs, for they'll be my allies, these ants. They'll be part of my crew.
With some luck, it'll have enough space for a cabin and some hammocks in the deepest, darkest recesses of its under-deck. Wait, 'under'... oooh, my boat will also be able to go underwater, and resurface anywhere it wants. I'll achieve this through some horrible means* of disputable nature that I'll not disclose here.
Most of this is a joke. I hope it isn't too upsetting, custodian of knowledge.
Written By Shae
May 31, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
For the longest time I wanted to become a mother. Something I had wished for and dreamed of. When I was sick, I didn't think it would ever happen. And now, here I am, a mother of two. Twins. A boy and a girl. I hope my mother comes by soon, to see them.
They had their first real outing the other night, when we went to Lady Mabelle's birthday party. Which was a lovely party, and it seemed as if everyone there was having a good time. And enjoying themselves and the fun game that Lady Mabelle had. Unfortunately, the babies got fussy and we had to return to the nursery.
They had their first real outing the other night, when we went to Lady Mabelle's birthday party. Which was a lovely party, and it seemed as if everyone there was having a good time. And enjoying themselves and the fun game that Lady Mabelle had. Unfortunately, the babies got fussy and we had to return to the nursery.
Written By Vanora
May 31, 2020, 12:32 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Lia Eleyna Grimhall,
A girl. How novel, and how precious. I will admit that it pleases me to have a daughter, as I raise a house full of unruly boys.
May you grow into the grace of your namesakes, women who were brave, and strong.
-Your Mother
A girl. How novel, and how precious. I will admit that it pleases me to have a daughter, as I raise a house full of unruly boys.
May you grow into the grace of your namesakes, women who were brave, and strong.
-Your Mother
Written By Shae
May 31, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
Congratulations dearest on becoming a father!
Don't forget you are on permanent diaper duty.
Don't forget you are on permanent diaper duty.
Written By Sanya
May 30, 2020, 7:05 p.m.(5/20/1013 AR)
This couldn't end without me mentioning the esteemed hosts, Mockingbird Evaristo and our leader Nightingale Gianna Whisper.
Written By Sanya
May 30, 2020, 7:02 p.m.(5/20/1013 AR)
What a wonderful event that was. I can't put into words how much I enjoyed the performances by Princesses Adrienne and Sorrel, Mistress Nina, Lady Zoey, Mistresses Saro and Ilira, Princess Sabella, Prince Niklas and Master Evaristo.
Of course I wouldn't see any victory without my teammates, my cousin, Lady Azova and her talented friend, Lord Rorik.
Of course I wouldn't see any victory without my teammates, my cousin, Lady Azova and her talented friend, Lord Rorik.
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