Written By Sabella
May 28, 2020, 10:18 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
I had the honor of participating in the wonderful event hosted by the Crafters Guild where we served food to the hungry of Arx and it was a fantastically organized affair with soup and bread and fruit and I think everyone left with a full stomach and some leftovers. I brought some little butters that had been pressed into the shape of gryphons to be given away with the rolls--and people had their choice of white or wheat--and it seemed like everyone was in good spirits despite the ordeals we're all facing, which speaks to how well Guildmaster Apollo and Brother Felix had everyone together.
I truly hope that this whirlpool situation can be solved quickly so that the hardships faced by so many aren't increased tenfold. The poor, especially the children, struggle so much as it is. We must do what we can now and after the crisis has passed to make sure that we ease that burden as much as we can.
I truly hope that this whirlpool situation can be solved quickly so that the hardships faced by so many aren't increased tenfold. The poor, especially the children, struggle so much as it is. We must do what we can now and after the crisis has passed to make sure that we ease that burden as much as we can.
Written By Haakon
May 28, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
The winds of fortune are curious things, Scribe.
For most of my life, the Serpents of Thrax were my dire enemy. They hunted my people and we hunted theirs. I fought them when I could, and ran when I had to. It is true that the Abandoned tribes war upon each other often, but one thing that could unite us with a bloody rival was sighting a ship whose sails bore the serpent of Thrax.
Until Marin and the Darkness in the Deeps rose, there was nothing I loathed so much as Thrax.
Then the Tyde came, and we knelt. And we lived, where so many other fell into madness, blood, and death.
So short a time later, and the Thrax seem more like us than any other folk in all the wide world. Is that not odd? Perhaps it is, but I care not. It is simply true.
For most of my life, the Serpents of Thrax were my dire enemy. They hunted my people and we hunted theirs. I fought them when I could, and ran when I had to. It is true that the Abandoned tribes war upon each other often, but one thing that could unite us with a bloody rival was sighting a ship whose sails bore the serpent of Thrax.
Until Marin and the Darkness in the Deeps rose, there was nothing I loathed so much as Thrax.
Then the Tyde came, and we knelt. And we lived, where so many other fell into madness, blood, and death.
So short a time later, and the Thrax seem more like us than any other folk in all the wide world. Is that not odd? Perhaps it is, but I care not. It is simply true.
Written By Ravna
May 28, 2020, 6:50 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Etienne
People don't know, no, the true glory of battle isn't the dicks like myself that fuck the enemy with our big sticks, and big dicks, and spears, and knives, it's not the murder, or how many lives - we take.
But how many, you know, people like you, that set bone and sew skin, that really bring the glory home. You, who bring corpses back to men. Corpsemen? But you know, with life. Hearts. Real hearts, not false hearts.
Also...you know...for having the balls, man or woman, to chase those lost in the frenzy from your tents, to put shaky hands to work, and take the piss out of those big dicks around you when real work needs'a get done.
So, to you, Miss BigDickPissTakerSkinSewerBoneSetterShavSlicer, I drink to-tonight, this night, right now even, because you brought those back to me who are me. To me.
Besides, y-you can't drink on the job, I can. Hahahaha.
But how many, you know, people like you, that set bone and sew skin, that really bring the glory home. You, who bring corpses back to men. Corpsemen? But you know, with life. Hearts. Real hearts, not false hearts.
Also...you know...for having the balls, man or woman, to chase those lost in the frenzy from your tents, to put shaky hands to work, and take the piss out of those big dicks around you when real work needs'a get done.
So, to you, Miss BigDickPissTakerSkinSewerBoneSetterShavSlicer, I drink to-tonight, this night, right now even, because you brought those back to me who are me. To me.
Besides, y-you can't drink on the job, I can. Hahahaha.
Written By Ravna
May 28, 2020, 6:45 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Nice. Nifty. Pleasures. Jubilant? Euphoric? Historic. Pleasing. Teasing? Grand! Certainly, probably. Grand, it is, then to be seen, noticed, granted such glorious place in your memory, personally, yes.
So, o-one this one time, I was, like, captured in a tavern with the door held guard by this stone-thing. Now, hear me out now, I-I don't have the word to describe the thing at the door save 'stone like' and pretty sure it wanted to murder me at some point, right? Right.
So, anyways, like, I-I don't reeeaaally remember the entire plot to that story, but the memory is kinda hazy, but, but hear me out meow, I made that thing laugh so hard the stone split and tell to pieces, dig? Surely but positively, damn thing probably, maybe, didn't want to murder me so much. Possibly.
Also there was this woman there, laughing her figurative balls off. It was nice. A good time, really really.
So, o-one this one time, I was, like, captured in a tavern with the door held guard by this stone-thing. Now, hear me out now, I-I don't have the word to describe the thing at the door save 'stone like' and pretty sure it wanted to murder me at some point, right? Right.
So, anyways, like, I-I don't reeeaaally remember the entire plot to that story, but the memory is kinda hazy, but, but hear me out meow, I made that thing laugh so hard the stone split and tell to pieces, dig? Surely but positively, damn thing probably, maybe, didn't want to murder me so much. Possibly.
Also there was this woman there, laughing her figurative balls off. It was nice. A good time, really really.
Written By Iseulet
May 28, 2020, 5:41 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
My babies have forgiven me for the extended vacation and are safe and sound back home with me. All of them. Plus a few more.
I can't find the bird. I think I can guess what happened to it...
I'm sleeping better now. A bed isn't a bed unless there's so much cat hair on it that you could stuff a few throw pillows nicely with it.
Hmm. That seems like a decent business opportunity for me. I am sure nothing bad would come of cat pillows.
No, I can't even write that down without a sneeze.
I can't find the bird. I think I can guess what happened to it...
I'm sleeping better now. A bed isn't a bed unless there's so much cat hair on it that you could stuff a few throw pillows nicely with it.
Hmm. That seems like a decent business opportunity for me. I am sure nothing bad would come of cat pillows.
No, I can't even write that down without a sneeze.
Written By Drake
May 28, 2020, 5:05 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
Though I only represent myself in the matter, I want to give personal congratulations to the Fortiers for the healthy births, and for their new Barony, both. I know the new status was hard fought, and I'm glad to hear news of good health for mother and children.
Written By Aiden
May 28, 2020, 4:32 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
***
I reflected how time has fallen away, as this life of mine stands cast in a lunar glow. The sound of each beat of my heart, stretches up into the cold light of silver stars. There my soul sings like the wind between griffin wings. My sight dives through a darkened sea, wondering how deep I must truly go. If I am awake, there is a world I know I left behind, somewhere below. A breath comes back within, a warmth drawn down the line of my body, as the fires consume the silver corpse.
***
I reflected how time has fallen away, as this life of mine stands cast in a lunar glow. The sound of each beat of my heart, stretches up into the cold light of silver stars. There my soul sings like the wind between griffin wings. My sight dives through a darkened sea, wondering how deep I must truly go. If I am awake, there is a world I know I left behind, somewhere below. A breath comes back within, a warmth drawn down the line of my body, as the fires consume the silver corpse.
***
Written By Esme
May 28, 2020, 3:09 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebastian
Two puppies!!! Thank you so much. They are so adorable. I love them. You are amazing too.
Written By Seren
May 28, 2020, 11:42 a.m.(5/16/1013 AR)
"In high autumn it's become tradition to perform The Lovers in the hills."
Yet now now one plays the Lord of Wings or the Lady of Waters.
Who were they and what made their union worthy of yearly commemoration in play? Or setting their lights to shine in the night sky?
Yet now now one plays the Lord of Wings or the Lady of Waters.
Who were they and what made their union worthy of yearly commemoration in play? Or setting their lights to shine in the night sky?
Written By Thea
May 28, 2020, 9:05 a.m.(5/15/1013 AR)
Earlier in the week I took part in serving food at the Crafters Hall. What I didn't expect was how much I enjoyed it. It's been quite the sight to see those offering their time the past few weeks..It's been humbling.
Side note. Balls do not bounce off the face as easily as you may think.
Side note. Balls do not bounce off the face as easily as you may think.
Written By Ravna
May 27, 2020, 10:09 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Not lo-ong, Scholar, need you t-to write e-everything I-I say, all of it. Four bottles of Woel, and some smoke, I danced before the Flame u-until I, I think the Culler boys dragged me here, kay, start w-writing ohIgodsItheroomisspinning...
Fuck..fff...it's...i-it's...gotta close my eyes, SHUT UP! JUST WRITE! J-just write...just write and everything'll be right...
...Might throw up, no! I'mma CULLER, and a culler, a-and...ohfuck...
...I d-danced before the Fire, and I moved in a gyre; I saw the dying falcon, I saw the rising flames, I saw the cinders and burning birds. Where have all the birds gone? I-is the Secret of the Pillar Staff to Rise, or Fall?! Both? One cannot move up without moving down, one can be poor and still wear a crown...
...FUCKING KEEP WRITING LET ME GO!
So sweaty, j-just gotta get it out before I fucking forget, to move high one goes low, to go low one goes high - does anything actually die? So there in the flame you need to dance, Ravna, us, me, yes, You, you need to dance in the flame and be there to burn - because there is benevolence and malevolence, there is profit and loss, prosperity and ruin. You gotta move, Ravna, YOU AREN'T THERE YET!
C-can't stop, losing it. Gotta get it out. Gotta say it, s-say it: Set the rubi red to the fire and burn, one foot down on the staff and churn! With one hand knives, one sleeve coins, and one more because you're sly, looking isn't seeing so t-tug that hat down and run on blind luck. She's watching and you gotta take your blows but your hands are full so what will you throw with but your -
Haaaaa!
Okay...yeah. No. Oh yeah. Certainly, Scholar...certainly, I'mma take a nap now. Not gonna stop, never gonna stop, 'cuz I'm a Culler and, maybe sometimes, maybe, I'll slow..but the goods...zzz...the goods...mm...must...zzz...
Fuck..fff...it's...i-it's...gotta close my eyes, SHUT UP! JUST WRITE! J-just write...just write and everything'll be right...
...Might throw up, no! I'mma CULLER, and a culler, a-and...ohfuck...
...I d-danced before the Fire, and I moved in a gyre; I saw the dying falcon, I saw the rising flames, I saw the cinders and burning birds. Where have all the birds gone? I-is the Secret of the Pillar Staff to Rise, or Fall?! Both? One cannot move up without moving down, one can be poor and still wear a crown...
...FUCKING KEEP WRITING LET ME GO!
So sweaty, j-just gotta get it out before I fucking forget, to move high one goes low, to go low one goes high - does anything actually die? So there in the flame you need to dance, Ravna, us, me, yes, You, you need to dance in the flame and be there to burn - because there is benevolence and malevolence, there is profit and loss, prosperity and ruin. You gotta move, Ravna, YOU AREN'T THERE YET!
C-can't stop, losing it. Gotta get it out. Gotta say it, s-say it: Set the rubi red to the fire and burn, one foot down on the staff and churn! With one hand knives, one sleeve coins, and one more because you're sly, looking isn't seeing so t-tug that hat down and run on blind luck. She's watching and you gotta take your blows but your hands are full so what will you throw with but your -
Haaaaa!
Okay...yeah. No. Oh yeah. Certainly, Scholar...certainly, I'mma take a nap now. Not gonna stop, never gonna stop, 'cuz I'm a Culler and, maybe sometimes, maybe, I'll slow..but the goods...zzz...the goods...mm...must...zzz...
Written By Appolonia
May 27, 2020, 8:03 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
But in all gravity, I have seen this term thrown around. It is, I think, perilous to call others "neo nobles" too casually.
It makes sense, of course, to acknowledge that some persons have joined the ranks of the nobility within their lifetime or recently. These are like our junior siblings, in a way; they have joined our ranks but they will have habits and patterns of thought that differ from our own. In many ways this is the entire point of the operation, I imagine, to bring in new views and to refresh the blood.
Acknowledging this is sensible...
__BUT__
It would seem uncouth to lean on the matter in great detail. Perhaps unwise. To tell someone they cannot have a thing is a matter, perhaps a detrimental one. But to render unto them a thing - and then say, aha, but not entirely, and perhaps not at all - is another matter entirely. You introduce a gap. You set yourself high, and they low: and the wise may note that there has never been a tale of an avalanche going uphill.
It makes sense, of course, to acknowledge that some persons have joined the ranks of the nobility within their lifetime or recently. These are like our junior siblings, in a way; they have joined our ranks but they will have habits and patterns of thought that differ from our own. In many ways this is the entire point of the operation, I imagine, to bring in new views and to refresh the blood.
Acknowledging this is sensible...
__BUT__
It would seem uncouth to lean on the matter in great detail. Perhaps unwise. To tell someone they cannot have a thing is a matter, perhaps a detrimental one. But to render unto them a thing - and then say, aha, but not entirely, and perhaps not at all - is another matter entirely. You introduce a gap. You set yourself high, and they low: and the wise may note that there has never been a tale of an avalanche going uphill.
Written By Dycard
May 27, 2020, 7:01 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sirius
Prince Sirius Valardin is perhaps unaware that I have spent a great deal of time and energy cultivating the image of the average rum-soaked swashbuckler, and is heedless of the damage he is causing to that reputation with his reckless praise. I ask that any reading his or my Whites discard his assessment of my character immediately.
Jokes aside, it's not for me to judge my own moral integrity and the quality of my character, so I shall simply be grateful that his Highness views me that way. He is right, my penchant for ships (not boats, my Prince, /ships./ You cause me minor but lasting pain whenever you confuse these terms) does make elements of the Capital far more bearable, and I recommend that if he ever feels trapped by duty or expectation that he get himself one. Honestly, sailing is not that hard.
Once I do finally acquire a caravel for Blackshore, he shall have to accompany me on a cruise and learn the basics. There's a certain liberation to a voyage, a feeling of simple fulfilment and peace to working with other minds and hands to make an vessel ride the wind. It's also fun; something that has been in short supply as of late.
Jokes aside, it's not for me to judge my own moral integrity and the quality of my character, so I shall simply be grateful that his Highness views me that way. He is right, my penchant for ships (not boats, my Prince, /ships./ You cause me minor but lasting pain whenever you confuse these terms) does make elements of the Capital far more bearable, and I recommend that if he ever feels trapped by duty or expectation that he get himself one. Honestly, sailing is not that hard.
Once I do finally acquire a caravel for Blackshore, he shall have to accompany me on a cruise and learn the basics. There's a certain liberation to a voyage, a feeling of simple fulfilment and peace to working with other minds and hands to make an vessel ride the wind. It's also fun; something that has been in short supply as of late.
Written By Ida
May 27, 2020, 6:32 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
Y'know, reading the whites lately and seeing your name popping up after not seeing it for a few years is... I'm trying to find the right word here, because 'delightful' seems too pansy to use and 'nice' might sound sarcastic. Nifty. That's a good word. It's pretty nifty.
Written By Gwenna
May 27, 2020, 6:28 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
To harness that power and take it to the battlefield... Can you even imagine? With single brow-arches they could wipe out whole battalions. Truly, such power should not be allowed to exist! Never mind the stern discussions we would all surely get once the battle was done.
Written By Insaya
May 27, 2020, 6:17 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Once the water has passed under the bridge, you cannot bring it back. I have made mistakes, behaved in ways that I am not proud of, intending to do the RIGHT thing. Right, I have learned, is sometimes oily, and slides about like a trout in your grip. Your intent and your actions, being separate, do not always travel together. All that you can do is try to do, and be better, and to apologize when you can, meaningfully. And then those things, too, are gone from your grasp, and you must live with them abroad in the world, and with yourself, and your regret.
Written By Evangeline
May 27, 2020, 5:12 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
I have made myself useful and added you to my roster even though it is completely booked.
You're welcome.
P.S. I have added a course on recalling memory and overcoming forgetfulness, free of charge.
You're welcome.
P.S. I have added a course on recalling memory and overcoming forgetfulness, free of charge.
Written By Piccola
May 27, 2020, 4:58 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
My efforts towards addressing the young poor of the city seem to be moving well.
I may have prejudged my new peers more than I ought to have. It does not take much convincing to have them open their coffers or doors to children in need. This is a good thing.
Perhaps it is a sign of how times have changed.
Not that the poor have any reason to trust them. Or me. But if this enterprise is as successful as it can be, perhaps there is hope that a bridge between the commons and the nobility can be built.
That would be worth more than anything I have ever done.
I may have prejudged my new peers more than I ought to have. It does not take much convincing to have them open their coffers or doors to children in need. This is a good thing.
Perhaps it is a sign of how times have changed.
Not that the poor have any reason to trust them. Or me. But if this enterprise is as successful as it can be, perhaps there is hope that a bridge between the commons and the nobility can be built.
That would be worth more than anything I have ever done.
Written By Cambria
May 27, 2020, 4:23 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
If you live long enough, you come to realize how full of utter trash most people are. Indignant when others engage in behaviors they believe are wrong, they are nevertheless quite willing to ignore their own personal failings. More than that, once such failings are pointed out to them, people will insist, in their intractable delusion, that those things never even happened.
Written By Rosalind
May 27, 2020, 2:43 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
I KNEW I SAW NAKED! I'm buying you clothes and a present! And woe whoever fights you ever again. Or uh...animal. Or whatever.
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