Written By Appolonia
May 26, 2020, 2:38 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
I wonder if every nation is like this, once you get inside.
Written By Sydney
May 26, 2020, 2:12 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
My head is throbbing.
I dreamt I agreed to duel a dog, but then the dog backed out.
My dreams are as turbulent and nonsensical as ever. At the very least, I learned that Apollo and Vitalis are a decent sort. Well, okay. I knew the latter. But had no idea about the former.
...This is some journal entry. Remind me to have breakfast before writing next.
I dreamt I agreed to duel a dog, but then the dog backed out.
My dreams are as turbulent and nonsensical as ever. At the very least, I learned that Apollo and Vitalis are a decent sort. Well, okay. I knew the latter. But had no idea about the former.
...This is some journal entry. Remind me to have breakfast before writing next.
Written By Jael
May 26, 2020, 1:20 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
My Mama the Dowager Duchess would have an absolute fit if she learned of the behavior of some of the nobility nowadays. Thank the gods she is not frequently in Arx.
Actually there are many reasons to thank the gods for that but that is one of them.
Actually there are many reasons to thank the gods for that but that is one of them.
Written By Anisha
May 26, 2020, 1:15 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
The city finds itself under pressure from numerous directions, and a certain amount of venting the spleen from various individuals is to be expected.
I am thankful that Legate Cassandra is able to offer wisdom about the purpose of challenges, and the expected protocol in the aftermath of one being issued.
For any further confusion on the matter of courtly etiquette and city culture, I shall remind the peerage that Whisper House is more than happy to offer tutors and lessons to both children and adults.
I am thankful that Legate Cassandra is able to offer wisdom about the purpose of challenges, and the expected protocol in the aftermath of one being issued.
For any further confusion on the matter of courtly etiquette and city culture, I shall remind the peerage that Whisper House is more than happy to offer tutors and lessons to both children and adults.
Written By Ravna
May 26, 2020, 1:03 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
D-did you know how I learned? You know, staff fighting? Hahaha. So like, once, I was in this crazy ass battle - does not matter which, really, you know? Me and the Greybacks, leading a bunch of Bluebacks. We with our Blackhats, and He with his Greyhat. These guys man, fools of no foolin' yeah? Follow? So, like, we are in this battle and Greyhat says out, "Oi! Fuckos! Time to get dirty!" Which was our words for like, cheating, you know, if you could cheat in war -- which, you can't.
Anyways, like, we swing up our coats right, our Greybacks. Old men, see? Haaaa! Use horse tails for beards, pick hay, shit like that and walk the road yeah? Hide our weapons. I-I had a uh..halberd...I think? No, a spear. Probably. Likely. Maybe?
Does not matter. What matters is - we get where we goin' once and like, all shit breaks out, fire everywhere, houses burning. Fights. Battle. Raaaar!
You ever see battle, Scholar? Probably not. It's amazing! Terrible. Smells like shit from all the corpses emptying themselves, blood, and mud takes this really rancid smell you know? But anyways. This kid - he's just a kid, maybe sixteen, but like, swings at me with a sword and when I swing this guy with a shield he like...cut my weapon! Or it broke on the shield? I uh, you know, it's fuzzy...anyways.
Outnumbered. Outdone. This guy goes to move in and here I am shit piss scared! Hahahaaaa! Anyways, like, I notice something...the spear-halberd is gone! But so's the weight, y'know? Just, gone. The weight is gone, Scholar. Big huge weapon? No big huge stick! Th-the next part is kinda funny 'cuz, when, when I think on it...it never makes sense...but he swung at me, I shoulda died, man - but he hit that stick and sent me spinning, and you know how you spin when you're drunk? S'like that. But...everything made sense in the senselessness. It's the blur, Scholar, where I See so clearly.
But he didn't. Not for long, anyways. He kept comin', and I was too scared, and it just kinda...clicked. I didn't needa be stronger, just smarter. So he swings, right? I spin, I crush his visor in, I twist his greaves and he goes down and it...it was so fast, man. The chaos. My Friend, you know, was there with me the whole time, I bet. Because that kid thrust through my guard, slid right into my stomach, right through with that dorky ass saber, man...and he hugged me. But in doing, you know, he didn't get outtatheway of his own team firing a volley, and we went down, and that arrow man - nearly got my heart. Or it did? I dunno, man.
Fantastical? Oh. I mean, yeah! I bet! Hahaha. So like, right, I am prisoner for a bit. Then the Greybacks come, all old men again, and the Bluebacks steal the horses right? Greyhat is there, man. I'm all healed and he tosses me a gold coin - a gold fucking coin - and then throws that fucking stick at me and goes:
"Let's see that shit again."
Hahaha, so, you know - now you know: it's not the spear you gotta fear, not the halberd or the glaive, it's not the sword or the dagger - but the hand on the blade! Hahaha.
Anyways, like, we swing up our coats right, our Greybacks. Old men, see? Haaaa! Use horse tails for beards, pick hay, shit like that and walk the road yeah? Hide our weapons. I-I had a uh..halberd...I think? No, a spear. Probably. Likely. Maybe?
Does not matter. What matters is - we get where we goin' once and like, all shit breaks out, fire everywhere, houses burning. Fights. Battle. Raaaar!
You ever see battle, Scholar? Probably not. It's amazing! Terrible. Smells like shit from all the corpses emptying themselves, blood, and mud takes this really rancid smell you know? But anyways. This kid - he's just a kid, maybe sixteen, but like, swings at me with a sword and when I swing this guy with a shield he like...cut my weapon! Or it broke on the shield? I uh, you know, it's fuzzy...anyways.
Outnumbered. Outdone. This guy goes to move in and here I am shit piss scared! Hahahaaaa! Anyways, like, I notice something...the spear-halberd is gone! But so's the weight, y'know? Just, gone. The weight is gone, Scholar. Big huge weapon? No big huge stick! Th-the next part is kinda funny 'cuz, when, when I think on it...it never makes sense...but he swung at me, I shoulda died, man - but he hit that stick and sent me spinning, and you know how you spin when you're drunk? S'like that. But...everything made sense in the senselessness. It's the blur, Scholar, where I See so clearly.
But he didn't. Not for long, anyways. He kept comin', and I was too scared, and it just kinda...clicked. I didn't needa be stronger, just smarter. So he swings, right? I spin, I crush his visor in, I twist his greaves and he goes down and it...it was so fast, man. The chaos. My Friend, you know, was there with me the whole time, I bet. Because that kid thrust through my guard, slid right into my stomach, right through with that dorky ass saber, man...and he hugged me. But in doing, you know, he didn't get outtatheway of his own team firing a volley, and we went down, and that arrow man - nearly got my heart. Or it did? I dunno, man.
Fantastical? Oh. I mean, yeah! I bet! Hahaha. So like, right, I am prisoner for a bit. Then the Greybacks come, all old men again, and the Bluebacks steal the horses right? Greyhat is there, man. I'm all healed and he tosses me a gold coin - a gold fucking coin - and then throws that fucking stick at me and goes:
"Let's see that shit again."
Hahaha, so, you know - now you know: it's not the spear you gotta fear, not the halberd or the glaive, it's not the sword or the dagger - but the hand on the blade! Hahaha.
Written By Mirari
May 25, 2020, 7:05 p.m.(5/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Svana
Marriage between one common person and another common person is a social contract only. Alice Warmbreath may say that Bobert Coldstein is her husband and then ten years down the line decide that she doesn't like the way he cooks eggs, and so tell him he is no longer her husband. Then inform her family and his family. And it will be done. It will not hold the sort of negative connotations that a Princess of House Azuredottr deciding that she no longer fancies the man she insisted on marrying in a love match seven months ago. Princess Azuredottr brings shame to House Azuredottr for so blatantly disregarding Fidelity. But as a common folk Alice Warmbreath may marry and divorce whomever she pleases and no one has a right to say anything about it. Common folk do not marry to create alliances between noble or royal houses who may decide to go to war except that their favorite cousin is there by marriage.
One of the freedoms granted to the common populous is that we may love who we please. We may have children when and if we please. We may "marry" or "divorce" as we please.
In short:
No one gives a rotten apple and if they do, well, give them a rotten apple.
One of the freedoms granted to the common populous is that we may love who we please. We may have children when and if we please. We may "marry" or "divorce" as we please.
In short:
No one gives a rotten apple and if they do, well, give them a rotten apple.
Written By Sydney
May 25, 2020, 2:41 p.m.(5/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Korka
Don't be so sure of the reach that your journal has. I specifically request a copy each time I stop by the library, because I simply must know what's on your mind.
In this case, I would say: "That's awfully short-sighted of you."
This problem existed well before the whirlpool and will persist well after it, should we find a way to rid ourselves of its presence.
Still, it seems we agree on at least one facet of all of this: To mend a broken bone, you don't apply a dab of ointment.
In this case, I would say: "That's awfully short-sighted of you."
This problem existed well before the whirlpool and will persist well after it, should we find a way to rid ourselves of its presence.
Still, it seems we agree on at least one facet of all of this: To mend a broken bone, you don't apply a dab of ointment.
Written By Svana
May 25, 2020, 9:18 a.m.(5/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowenova
Always there when I need her.
Written By Tanith
May 25, 2020, 2:48 a.m.(5/9/1013 AR)
When our Queen gives you a gift, it's not something you can refuse. That being said, I would never refuse something so wonderful as a puppy, but I do wonder if it's proper to give a gift in return? A thank-you letter can't suffice. Can it?
Maybe I should bake her a cake. Or ... Hmm. Alcohol, maybe? Does the Queen drink? I should ask her.
...can I do that?
Maybe I should bake her a cake. Or ... Hmm. Alcohol, maybe? Does the Queen drink? I should ask her.
...can I do that?
Written By Tanith
May 25, 2020, 2:44 a.m.(5/9/1013 AR)
Spent my evening in the wee hours having tea with Rukhnis. Father would like her; she knows the measure and value of a word, what it means to say or not say a thing, what it can encourage or destroy. Purposeful. That's what she is. We drank my sister's tea and spoke of memory, of my new old house, of love. She isn't just wise, this woman; she's that rare, most precious type of person. She is -thoughtful-.
I ought to introduce her to Emara.
I ought to introduce her to Emara.
Written By Khanne
May 24, 2020, 10:48 p.m.(5/9/1013 AR)
I was going to write about Spring.
I was going to write about the anxious energy I have been feeling, the desire to get out and do, run, adventure.
I was going to write about the color blue.
Instead, I sit here and write about what I was going to write, if my thoughts were a bit less scattered.
Perhaps I have been thinking too much of the whirlpool. Perhaps my thoughts have descended into a swirl.
It's okay. I will find my balance once more. I always do.
I was going to write about the anxious energy I have been feeling, the desire to get out and do, run, adventure.
I was going to write about the color blue.
Instead, I sit here and write about what I was going to write, if my thoughts were a bit less scattered.
Perhaps I have been thinking too much of the whirlpool. Perhaps my thoughts have descended into a swirl.
It's okay. I will find my balance once more. I always do.
Written By Khanne
May 24, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
On occasion, when I am trying to focus on one of my more mundane duties, my mind wanders to any number of places. The other day, I was thinking about the freedom of choice. I started wondering, where would my life have gone if I had made different choices? Not that I am unhappy with my life at all, but I couldn't help but wonder. I have had so many opportunities and of course I could not take a chance at them all. A single person does not have that much time. So what if I chose that adventure instead of the one I went on? What if I had gone to that party, instead of the other? What if I had danced the dance that I sat out? And then, sometimes... what if I just said what I wanted to instead of worrying about being proper and polite? What if I lived a life without fear of what my words might do?
What if?
What if?
Written By Raja
May 24, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
I participated in my first actual battlefront. It was terrifying. It was exciting. It was bloody. But, we took down this abandoned tribe that had intended harm to the citizens of the Compact. It was strange stuff that happened, but so many things happened that a lot of it was like a blur. There is one thing, chopping off the head of a chieftan and sticking it on a spear is not good for enemy morale. Ha! Don't mess with us.
Written By Revell
May 24, 2020, 10:17 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
Scholar, I am leaving Arx for a little while.
City life and I do not get along very well - I love the sights, I love the people and I absolutely adore the work that I have done so far. There is no doubt that I will be back, but I am a village girl at heart and I miss the sense of community that I had back home. So, I am headed back North to visit my family. To unwind, to think.
Maybe, when I come back, my mistakes will be fewer and my attention focused on the things that matter.
City life and I do not get along very well - I love the sights, I love the people and I absolutely adore the work that I have done so far. There is no doubt that I will be back, but I am a village girl at heart and I miss the sense of community that I had back home. So, I am headed back North to visit my family. To unwind, to think.
Maybe, when I come back, my mistakes will be fewer and my attention focused on the things that matter.
Written By Korka
May 24, 2020, 10:13 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
Hey all two people that read this journal: the problem isn't that people are starving. People have always been starving and throwing silver at them or spooning out some soup isn't actually going to help them.
The problem is that the whirlpool is causing food to be scarce.
And it's only going to get worse.
Throw silver at that problem.
The problem is that the whirlpool is causing food to be scarce.
And it's only going to get worse.
Throw silver at that problem.
Written By Appolonia
May 24, 2020, 9:58 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
This entry marks the end of an era, I think, though perhaps a small one.
I will have another, anon. Probably.
I will have another, anon. Probably.
Written By Theophania
May 24, 2020, 9:51 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
Oh yes, I most certainly need a new project. Now is hardly the time for such things, of course, but I can perhaps begin drafting one...
Written By Richard
May 24, 2020, 9:49 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
One hopes some people will extrapolate from recent events and come to a proper understanding of the necessary priorities of the world.
Written By Theophania
May 24, 2020, 9:48 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
I simply must figure out what to do with myself. The markets are quieter and it has given me a little... mmm... well, suffice it to say there are only so many times I can review the books.
Written By Theophania
May 24, 2020, 9:47 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)
It was nice to go out and see a duel earlier this week. Unfortunately I was late, and didn't have time to be particularly raucous about my support for Lord Drake... but it was still nice!
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