Written By Alrigo
May 5, 2020, 6:45 a.m.(3/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Catalana
Patron. From over the seas where I was born and raised so quite different to us in Ischia. She's got style and when you run a clothes shop. That's important.
I decided against sending the latest stock her way in case that comes across a bit strong. Scholar also told me she's married to the love of her life. Not getting on the wrong side of husband and wife is a good way to stay in business.
I decided against sending the latest stock her way in case that comes across a bit strong. Scholar also told me she's married to the love of her life. Not getting on the wrong side of husband and wife is a good way to stay in business.
Written By Alrigo
May 5, 2020, 6:41 a.m.(3/25/1013 AR)
Finding a bookkeeper who is willing to scratch out the names of those who purchase some clothes was difficult. It's like so many get into keeping records to be all nosey.
Written By Rinel
May 5, 2020, 6:32 a.m.(3/25/1013 AR)
The idea that I should not change has been proposed, which is an affront to the Lady Lagoma and polite society alike. I have addressed the suggestor elsewhere.
But it is healthy to examine one's faults, to see where one must be reforged in the crucible of the Lady's Flame. Oathlanders do not rejoice in our flaws.
Pride, certainly, has ever been my nemesis. But behind that pride there is anger, too. Some anger should not be extinguished; there is always room for righteous fury. So, too, is there a place for equanimity in the face of hardship.
So: anger at times, peace at times; humility in all things.
One can never truly master herself--it is as fruitless a task as mastering the very winds--but new pathways may be urged. A story may be changed.
But it is healthy to examine one's faults, to see where one must be reforged in the crucible of the Lady's Flame. Oathlanders do not rejoice in our flaws.
Pride, certainly, has ever been my nemesis. But behind that pride there is anger, too. Some anger should not be extinguished; there is always room for righteous fury. So, too, is there a place for equanimity in the face of hardship.
So: anger at times, peace at times; humility in all things.
One can never truly master herself--it is as fruitless a task as mastering the very winds--but new pathways may be urged. A story may be changed.
Written By Rinel
May 5, 2020, 6:25 a.m.(3/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dianna
Find your way to the Lady Gild instead and start handing out coats to those in the Lowers. It's still winter.
Your wardrobe can wait.
Your wardrobe can wait.
Written By Sirius
May 5, 2020, 12:35 a.m.(3/25/1013 AR)
It is the strangest thing, scholar, to lead a company of women and men,
Riveting, to find how their personalities and inner facets change and fluctuate to a mad rhizome very difficult to trace,
In the dimmer hours of the afternoon, I headed out of camp to relieve myself somewhere off into a bush and I found myself midstream when the din of combat erupted behind me. Pinching it off, I fixed my drawers and headed back for the encampment. There, I found the whole company engaged in battle not with any particular foe, but with itself.
Footmen were clambering over equipment and the campfire and each other to swing fists and spin elbows and wrestle one another around or tackle each other to the ground. Anyone who fell was stomped, literally, until someone came along to distract the ones doing the kicking, then the one who had fallen jumps to their feet and throws themselves back into the fray.
Once the ol' fracas eased as the group slowly realized my presence, they shaped up and lined up as though a swift reorganization would be a suitable resolution for their churlish behavior. I shook my head, and sourly, asked them what sparked it. In the strangest of unions, they all shrugged away the notion; not a single one of them could remember. I did the obvious - a rolecall to make sure nobody was dead. Then I told them to shake hands, keeping a keen eye on them as they did so. No bad blood was there to sniff out.
Ah, the always safe measurement of manliness, I guess.
Take care, grand Scholar.
Riveting, to find how their personalities and inner facets change and fluctuate to a mad rhizome very difficult to trace,
In the dimmer hours of the afternoon, I headed out of camp to relieve myself somewhere off into a bush and I found myself midstream when the din of combat erupted behind me. Pinching it off, I fixed my drawers and headed back for the encampment. There, I found the whole company engaged in battle not with any particular foe, but with itself.
Footmen were clambering over equipment and the campfire and each other to swing fists and spin elbows and wrestle one another around or tackle each other to the ground. Anyone who fell was stomped, literally, until someone came along to distract the ones doing the kicking, then the one who had fallen jumps to their feet and throws themselves back into the fray.
Once the ol' fracas eased as the group slowly realized my presence, they shaped up and lined up as though a swift reorganization would be a suitable resolution for their churlish behavior. I shook my head, and sourly, asked them what sparked it. In the strangest of unions, they all shrugged away the notion; not a single one of them could remember. I did the obvious - a rolecall to make sure nobody was dead. Then I told them to shake hands, keeping a keen eye on them as they did so. No bad blood was there to sniff out.
Ah, the always safe measurement of manliness, I guess.
Take care, grand Scholar.
Written By Victus
May 4, 2020, 10:54 p.m.(3/25/1013 AR)
Horses would be better if you could use them on the seas.
Written By Elgana
May 4, 2020, 10:16 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
When I first arrived in Arx nearly five years ago, one of the first people to welcome me was Princess Gwenna. It had been a little while since we had last seen each other back in Farhaven, duty sending us in separate directions, but she was as warm and loving as I remembered her. She quickly brought me up to speed on things going on about the city, saw that I was settled into a suite of rooms, and given a proper wardrobe as mine had gotten waylaid on the way to the city thanks to some nasty spring storms. She made the Villa feel as if I were still back home in Farhaven. It is something she still does to this day.
She has always supported my dreams, listened to my ideas, and soothed my worries. Without her counsel, I doubt I would have accomplished a few undertakings of mine. Truly she is a light in the darkest of places, warm and soothing to the spirit, and Redrain is blessed to have her. I am thankful to call her not just a cousin, but a friend as well.
To have her support on this latest venture, as well as the blessing of our High Lord and the help of her husband, Lorenzo, and my sweet sister, Helena, has meant the world to me. What wonders we do when we work together! I look forward to many such things in the years to come for I know with my family at my side anything can be accomplished.
She has always supported my dreams, listened to my ideas, and soothed my worries. Without her counsel, I doubt I would have accomplished a few undertakings of mine. Truly she is a light in the darkest of places, warm and soothing to the spirit, and Redrain is blessed to have her. I am thankful to call her not just a cousin, but a friend as well.
To have her support on this latest venture, as well as the blessing of our High Lord and the help of her husband, Lorenzo, and my sweet sister, Helena, has meant the world to me. What wonders we do when we work together! I look forward to many such things in the years to come for I know with my family at my side anything can be accomplished.
Written By Revell
May 4, 2020, 9:19 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
I thought the River's Edge was -the- place to think, but then I found the Pit and I thought my whole world was turned upside down. But then, Scholar, then I sat in a Crow's Nest for an evening with a bottle of rum. And let me tell you, my eyes have been opened.
I digress. Things are still a bit messy, but I've been on contact with Pa, so everything feels a little better and brighter than it did before. Don't tell him I said that, though - I'd rather blame my mood getting better on spring getter nearer.
I digress. Things are still a bit messy, but I've been on contact with Pa, so everything feels a little better and brighter than it did before. Don't tell him I said that, though - I'd rather blame my mood getting better on spring getter nearer.
Written By Insaya
May 4, 2020, 7:46 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
I received an extraordinary gift of hangover cure from a concerned party the other day. It's in an adorable little baggy, with helpful dosing suggestions included! I have it hung up in my room, where its cheerful colors are talisman against gray days. At first, I was puzzled about its use, but then I recalled to mind that not everyone has the benefit of being raised by shepherds. I grew up on a farm, you see. My Granny's folksy strategy for managing the health of a flock (and practical family medicine) was that little is not improved by a jigger of the /special/ sheep lineament (turpentine). If the problem persists, whatever it is, you just continue dosing until either the problem or the patient is no more. In retrospect, it probably explains a lot of things about the extended family, but we were the healthiest passel of kids on the downs, out of a healthy fear of the cure to all our ills. This powder, whatever's in it, isn't Granny's special sauce, but hanging where it is it will be a powerful reminder about self-care.
Written By Teagan
May 4, 2020, 7:44 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
For though we are in difficult times, there is something to be grateful for.
My brother is back from yet another of his walkabouts (they can be called nothing less for the way he can disappear so suddenly) and one of our cousins has come to Arx to aid us as well.
I am also happy to say the direhorn herd is recovering nicely and by spring we should be ready to sell them to those that wish their own ferocious goats. Though I do warn a propensity to eat just about everything they can get their mouths upon.
My brother is back from yet another of his walkabouts (they can be called nothing less for the way he can disappear so suddenly) and one of our cousins has come to Arx to aid us as well.
I am also happy to say the direhorn herd is recovering nicely and by spring we should be ready to sell them to those that wish their own ferocious goats. Though I do warn a propensity to eat just about everything they can get their mouths upon.
Written By Tyrus
May 4, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
You think you know something, possess firm foundations upon which to rest further knowledge, till these foundations are revealed to be as fragile as a castle of cards.
Better to know the foundations are faulty than when lives depend on it.
Better to know the foundations are faulty than when lives depend on it.
Written By Sparte
May 4, 2020, 5:37 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
I've only today had the news reach me of Duke Kaldur. Not that the news was hard to learn, it is my own fault I have not kept up with the going ons. I had been seeking him out to ask his advice when it came to light.
I don't yet know what else I have missed while so absorbed in my work, but I find myself filled with a familiar sorrow. Once again the Compact has loss someone of such significance at far too young an age.
I pray to Gild that his fate is not a journey ended but a road that goes beyond where we are ready to follow. Thank you for everything, my friend.
I don't yet know what else I have missed while so absorbed in my work, but I find myself filled with a familiar sorrow. Once again the Compact has loss someone of such significance at far too young an age.
I pray to Gild that his fate is not a journey ended but a road that goes beyond where we are ready to follow. Thank you for everything, my friend.
Written By Ravna
May 4, 2020, 3:47 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dianna
The Truest Love, if ever there was one. Yes. Absolutely. Mhm. Yes. She, like Me, forges her own Way; yes, mhm. Certainly. Odd thing, about this love, you know? Yes, hear me out now though, truly - like a, uh, you know how a drink sometimes, just, you feel *good* after? Not drunk, not quite tipsy, but that places riiiiiiiight before there? That is this. But better? Truly. Maybe. Absolutely. She is very fond of Nice Things, mhm, but - and this is the Big But: She will walk The Road with me, mhm. Quite. But, and this is another Big But: She is real. Truly real. Really real. Not the real of like, you know, wondering if it's real and always wondering if it's real, it's that real that bonds in your brain as - truly real. She the person, Dianna, not The Godsworn or Myziantettle - however you say that name. Mhm. But, yes, truly true. Like a peach made from peaches, you know? ...What do you mean that dosn't make sense? It makes absolute sense. A peach made from peaches, as opposed to, I dunno - rotten apples. Or potatoes.
Why do you roll your eyes?
She says I am, very blessed, lucky even, oh yes, quite the lucky one, me. Has nothing to do with silver, or gold, though. Deep roots grow tall trees, yeah? She thinks her roots are dead, or hacked away, hahahaahaaaaaa! Girrrrl! Barely sees what I see. Mhm. Big trees, indeedly.
Why do you roll your eyes?
She says I am, very blessed, lucky even, oh yes, quite the lucky one, me. Has nothing to do with silver, or gold, though. Deep roots grow tall trees, yeah? She thinks her roots are dead, or hacked away, hahahaahaaaaaa! Girrrrl! Barely sees what I see. Mhm. Big trees, indeedly.
Written By Dianna
May 4, 2020, 3:37 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
There was a moment - and longer than a moment - when Messere Rinel Tern questioned me, incited me to question myself and my place not only within the community of Arx, but the community of all of Arvum; when I questioned my worth ~as I am~ and including all of my potential and real faults and loves, including, of course, my love of beauty, of wealth, of the rewards I earn on account of an exceptional education made possible by my noble birth within House Mazetti - for which I am endlessly grateful.
I questioned my right to the finery I yet wear, that I have dedicated to the gods - for I am in the process of constructing a wardrobe of spectacular beauty in honor of each of the gods of the Pantheon. It is, perhaps, a vain choice for my funds; but it serves me in a number of ways: The attention it receives from anyone gives me an opportunity to interact with them; it keeps me humble, for I know that, despite spending these funds on something seemingly frivolous, these pieces are only mine momentarily, while in this life and dedicated to the Faith; the creation of them serves to employ artisans and merchants, whom I would wish are supported in their tasks; it may inspire others to create items of beauty; it is, by its very nature, a constant offering and tribute to Gild and to Jayus, most obviously; to Petrichor, to Mangata and Lagoma for the materials, the transportation of materials and for the seasons that give me cause to even have need of clothing; to Limerance for my love of my noble upbringing that inspires such vanity, and for my fidelity to my oaths; to The Sentinel for the justice of being able to use my education in such ways; to Skald for the choice of both what I daily wear and for the choice of spending the silver I earn on what I wish; to the Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings for the very body that I have; and to Tehom, for the vanity, itself.
Had this woman not so abrasively disrupted my mind and heart, I may never have had reason to come to understand myself - and my desire to better understand and relate with those common-born who are so very different from me. I may not have found myself so very lacking, despite my upbringing, my education; and I may never have given opportunity to those beautiful souls whom I have met, who offer me what love and acceptance in quick and unrelenting abundance such as the Cullers have. So, I find myself humbled further: That I am not asked to be other than I am; that I am warmly embraced and not abused nor have my generosity taken for granted; that I am given opportunity to learn the truth of those so close in proximity to my present home, yet so distant in their lifestyles that it is as if I am in a foreign land, when I set foot in the Lowers.
Respect is such an honorable thing, a gift surely so pure, it surely makes Gloria's heart sing - whether offered on the battlefield, in Noble Houses, in the Uppers or in the Lowers; and may be given by anyone, of any station. And so, I find my way to Gloria even with this vain opulence, to honor those who have both disturbed my mind and heart as well as those who cherish me - from any social station.
I am overwhelmed by the radiance of the gods - and of humanity.
There is truly the most extraordinary beauty in accepting and embracing All of The Great Dream - and this brings me back, fully-circling, to the place where I was first so rattled by Messere Rinel: In the Shrine of the Lost, that we hold, now, as Aion's.
May blessings and peace come to this woman. I need not, nor wish to have her change a thing.
I questioned my right to the finery I yet wear, that I have dedicated to the gods - for I am in the process of constructing a wardrobe of spectacular beauty in honor of each of the gods of the Pantheon. It is, perhaps, a vain choice for my funds; but it serves me in a number of ways: The attention it receives from anyone gives me an opportunity to interact with them; it keeps me humble, for I know that, despite spending these funds on something seemingly frivolous, these pieces are only mine momentarily, while in this life and dedicated to the Faith; the creation of them serves to employ artisans and merchants, whom I would wish are supported in their tasks; it may inspire others to create items of beauty; it is, by its very nature, a constant offering and tribute to Gild and to Jayus, most obviously; to Petrichor, to Mangata and Lagoma for the materials, the transportation of materials and for the seasons that give me cause to even have need of clothing; to Limerance for my love of my noble upbringing that inspires such vanity, and for my fidelity to my oaths; to The Sentinel for the justice of being able to use my education in such ways; to Skald for the choice of both what I daily wear and for the choice of spending the silver I earn on what I wish; to the Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings for the very body that I have; and to Tehom, for the vanity, itself.
Had this woman not so abrasively disrupted my mind and heart, I may never have had reason to come to understand myself - and my desire to better understand and relate with those common-born who are so very different from me. I may not have found myself so very lacking, despite my upbringing, my education; and I may never have given opportunity to those beautiful souls whom I have met, who offer me what love and acceptance in quick and unrelenting abundance such as the Cullers have. So, I find myself humbled further: That I am not asked to be other than I am; that I am warmly embraced and not abused nor have my generosity taken for granted; that I am given opportunity to learn the truth of those so close in proximity to my present home, yet so distant in their lifestyles that it is as if I am in a foreign land, when I set foot in the Lowers.
Respect is such an honorable thing, a gift surely so pure, it surely makes Gloria's heart sing - whether offered on the battlefield, in Noble Houses, in the Uppers or in the Lowers; and may be given by anyone, of any station. And so, I find my way to Gloria even with this vain opulence, to honor those who have both disturbed my mind and heart as well as those who cherish me - from any social station.
I am overwhelmed by the radiance of the gods - and of humanity.
There is truly the most extraordinary beauty in accepting and embracing All of The Great Dream - and this brings me back, fully-circling, to the place where I was first so rattled by Messere Rinel: In the Shrine of the Lost, that we hold, now, as Aion's.
May blessings and peace come to this woman. I need not, nor wish to have her change a thing.
Written By Ravna
May 4, 2020, 3:05 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Have you ever wondered, yes, scholar, you, if you know - have you ever wondered? Er, I mean to say is, have you ever wondered if you were really wondering, or - if you are you wondering about you? Not *you*, but if *you* are a *you* who is wondering about you?
Don't look at me like that. I'm not dr--I mean, yes, I've been drinking, duh. Silly scholar, yes. What? Well, yes. No, no. More than one. Well, yes, three. Well, more than three. What? Why are you-- oh, a carriage back? So nice. So kind. So caring, beautiful Scholar, you, yes. You. Absolutely.
Don't look at me like that. I'm not dr--I mean, yes, I've been drinking, duh. Silly scholar, yes. What? Well, yes. No, no. More than one. Well, yes, three. Well, more than three. What? Why are you-- oh, a carriage back? So nice. So kind. So caring, beautiful Scholar, you, yes. You. Absolutely.
Written By Strozza
May 4, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Little feet pad through stone and leaf with nary declaration of their step.
Hunting shadow, dust, and smaller life with equal aplomb and grace.
I delight in watching you as you bound about while I dress and prep.
I envy you when so oft I find you sleeping when duty takes me place to place.
Hunting shadow, dust, and smaller life with equal aplomb and grace.
I delight in watching you as you bound about while I dress and prep.
I envy you when so oft I find you sleeping when duty takes me place to place.
Written By Mabelle
May 4, 2020, 10:33 a.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Drake
You once told me my love for my responsibility is contagious.
I wish I knew then what I know now.
The burden will not let me sleep at night.
I wish I knew then what I know now.
The burden will not let me sleep at night.
Written By Delilah
May 4, 2020, 10:06 a.m.(3/23/1013 AR)
Generally the Compact has been sophisticated and wise enough to realize foxes should not be trusted to guard the henhouse. Just saying.
Written By Lucita
May 4, 2020, 9:53 a.m.(3/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaldur
And another of us who shared prayers at Setarco in 1008 is gone. Kaldur showed such kindness toward a child and his pet cricket. It is the gentle smile and the reassuring hand he placed on the child's shoulder that make a warm memory. It was a jewel of a moment emeshed in the horror of war and an example of the things for which we fought.
Written By Gaston
May 4, 2020, 9:51 a.m.(3/23/1013 AR)
Visitors came to Blackram and it was a very pleasant surprise. A cousin I haven't seen in a long time and her husband, reminding me that time is always moving whether we remember or not, a steady progression that is stopped by nothing. Another reminder is family, not only the return of a cousin butan addition as she came with her husband. A reminder that helps reinforce what I have been contemplating as of late, that family bonds are the most important bond that one can have, unbreakable if well forged, brittle and a great loss if left unattended.
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