Written By Torian
April 19, 2020, 10:55 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Had a teacher leave on me suddenly, traveled home to help the family. Don't blame them in the least, but I had to make up their classes and I'm not the best at what they do.
Still, we run the school for a reason, and it' snot to let the orphans go without learning when it ain't convenient for us.
Still, we run the school for a reason, and it' snot to let the orphans go without learning when it ain't convenient for us.
Written By Aella
April 19, 2020, 10:39 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Though we did not win, it was quite the exercise and very enjoyable. I look forward to the Ball.
Written By Cristoph
April 19, 2020, 10:35 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
You honestly have the best towers in the entire Oathlands. They deserve to be in a book somewhere. Has anyone put them in a book yet?
Written By Katryn
April 19, 2020, 10:26 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
I believe I will hunt down this mysterious horned horse painter...
And ask them some very pointed questions! What was their name again...?
And ask them some very pointed questions! What was their name again...?
Written By Clara
April 19, 2020, 10:22 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
There is a woman that lived up in the north just in the borders of Stormwall. I had to arrest her and I think that weighs a little heavy on my shoulders but I had to do it and so I did. She was responsible for knowingly fueling a curse that was killing men, women, and children in village near a bog. She attempted to murder Lady Mikani in front of us and attempted to get me to help strengthen the curse. She then threatened the lives of anyone who stumbles on the bog after the Spirits have been placated. As such, I had to arrest her and handed her over to the Inquisition to be tried and punished. I somehow doubt she will be found innocent but I hope Death takes her into her embrace if that is her fate. After the towns people makes amends with the Spirit of the Bog it will be forbidden for any non-shaman to go there, the people will be relocated to Stormwall where they will hopefully live in peace, and just as hopefully will learn a lesson in not accusing people of blood magic. For now the place will be known as Clearwater Swamp but that name may slightly alter as the Spirit said it wanted it to be a sacred space. This may very well be a newly discovered Grove.
Written By Clara
April 19, 2020, 10:14 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
There was an orphanage that I visited... the children had killed their caretakers, murdered one in ritual sacrifice, and now they have all run off somewhere into the cold winter. I did a ritual of placation with Merek's help and now I think the lands that were poisoned might get back to normal.
Written By Tython
April 19, 2020, 10:13 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Met a famous sailor today, Marquis Dio Seranceni, I think this guy's my idol, he's got his own boat, tough crew, hot first mate. He offered me some work, and I think I'll probably take him up on it. Later I met up with that new friend and her dog at a bar and she bought me a drink and read me this suggestive book about cooking. It was really funny, she thinks I could write stuff like that. I'm better at speaking my flirty words than writing them down though.
Written By Ras
April 19, 2020, 10:08 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
There's love and warmth and gladness in the Lowers.
And good people, too.
And good people, too.
Written By Tython
April 19, 2020, 10:04 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
So good to get back to my family, saw my sister Acacia at the Culler family dinner. Torian's the man in charge now, which I think is good for us, he's got a good head on him. Met this beautiful woman with a great pet dog, obsessed with food, I met a fellow sailor named Drifa, mostly been hanging out on the docks and getting familiar with the familys ships and their crews, hopefully I'll captain one some day.
Written By Raja
April 19, 2020, 9:56 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
I never realized that we have so much in common. It's interesting what you learn from someone when you just sit down, shut up, and listen. I feel a connection with him now. It's nice knowing someone I can truly relate to.
Written By Miranda
April 19, 2020, 9:44 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaia
From the Journal of Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp to Lady Miranda Mazetti...
(In a block and precise script)
For a minute there, I thought I might have to sneak out of Arx and come up with a new identity...
Boy, I was lucky this time!
(In a block and precise script)
For a minute there, I thought I might have to sneak out of Arx and come up with a new identity...
Boy, I was lucky this time!
Written By Jael
April 19, 2020, 9:32 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
If anyone has information regarding a personage known as the Knight of Twilight Hymns, I would be interested in speaking with you.
Written By Domonico
April 19, 2020, 9:24 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
So Cyrto Major, the isle where Caer Morien stands, is abundant with lilies and cocoa tree groves. I'm not quite sure what benefit these will have at these present time.
Perhaps I will discover more as I settle into the role of Count Magnotta.
Perhaps I will discover more as I settle into the role of Count Magnotta.
Written By Tanith
April 19, 2020, 9:22 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Someone left pants up in the rafters. And a left shoe. Also I think this was a dress but it's been knotted up like a bag? It's got cookies in it. Also, where's my basket?
Written By Dianna
April 19, 2020, 8:56 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Strange dreams came to me, amidst none at all.
Who is speaking to me, I wonder; and what is it they wish for me to know?
Who is speaking to me, I wonder; and what is it they wish for me to know?
Written By Katryn
April 19, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Is there a proper cloak for all weather occasions? I have heard much said about the seasonality of clothes since I have come to the city of Arx, but never truly understood as such. There is certainly a seasonality to the linings under armor, but a cloak is a cloak!
I think I shall commission one like mine. Perhaps a silver horse?
I think I shall commission one like mine. Perhaps a silver horse?
Written By Appolonia
April 19, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Oh! I also had some new boots made, for travelling. I asked they use nails of steel, since I suspect I shall predecease these boots.
Written By Appolonia
April 19, 2020, 8:45 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
I have begun doing some simple experimentations in alchemy lately, to satisfy my curiosity on the particles of matter, and because I have no better occupation when it is so dreadfully cold out.
I look outside of my window and I look back at these glass bowls and I wonder, sometimes. When the particles are put into a particular fluid they will often sit and then they will gradually reduce in their visible size. They will, with the aid of fire or manual stirring, dissolve and disappear from view. When this happens, the fluid has changed. A simple example, O Posterity, would be to take some refined sugar and stir it into boiling water.
My thoughts turn outwards, when I do this, betimes. I see people speak with heat and passion. Sometimes I try to bring my custom to a shop and am gently informed that I am not welcome. I am in other cases reminded of injustices and imbalances in the nature of other events. In yet others, I am shown increase; and in others, death and decay.
At times I wonder, and I suppose I write this to nobody in particular.
A tree may live a thousand years, and there are great tortoises in the islands that are said to have lives far beyond those of man (though perhaps not of elf). Other creatures may have similar spans of life; though I do not know what sort.
Are there eyes to whom we are but particles of life, vivid specks of blood, dissolving in oil of vitriol? Are there hands that mind the crucible's flame, or draw the glass rod round? When I dissolve the powdered stone in the aqua regia, what would the fragments experience? Would it be horror, for them? A holy apotheosis?
Or would the stone perceive it as the nature of things?
I look outside of my window and I look back at these glass bowls and I wonder, sometimes. When the particles are put into a particular fluid they will often sit and then they will gradually reduce in their visible size. They will, with the aid of fire or manual stirring, dissolve and disappear from view. When this happens, the fluid has changed. A simple example, O Posterity, would be to take some refined sugar and stir it into boiling water.
My thoughts turn outwards, when I do this, betimes. I see people speak with heat and passion. Sometimes I try to bring my custom to a shop and am gently informed that I am not welcome. I am in other cases reminded of injustices and imbalances in the nature of other events. In yet others, I am shown increase; and in others, death and decay.
At times I wonder, and I suppose I write this to nobody in particular.
A tree may live a thousand years, and there are great tortoises in the islands that are said to have lives far beyond those of man (though perhaps not of elf). Other creatures may have similar spans of life; though I do not know what sort.
Are there eyes to whom we are but particles of life, vivid specks of blood, dissolving in oil of vitriol? Are there hands that mind the crucible's flame, or draw the glass rod round? When I dissolve the powdered stone in the aqua regia, what would the fragments experience? Would it be horror, for them? A holy apotheosis?
Or would the stone perceive it as the nature of things?
Written By Bianca
April 19, 2020, 8:40 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
I often wonder how many people have questions that go unasked because they are worried they might be perceived as foolish, or worse still. Certainly there is a time and a place for certain questions, and questions asked at the wrong place or wrong time can have unpleasant results.
But I lament all those questions that have gone unvoiced, all the same. Our system, our society, even our faith, only improves upon itself when there are those willing to question the way things are done. Our knowledge only grows when we question how a thing happens.
We only grow as people when we have the courage to reflect and question our behaviors.
Change that comes unbidden is a more rare thing than people might think. Events can occur to force it on a grand scale, but we only truly change when we allow ourselves to. When we pursue it, relentlessly.
Tinder needs a spark, or else it's simply tinder.
But I lament all those questions that have gone unvoiced, all the same. Our system, our society, even our faith, only improves upon itself when there are those willing to question the way things are done. Our knowledge only grows when we question how a thing happens.
We only grow as people when we have the courage to reflect and question our behaviors.
Change that comes unbidden is a more rare thing than people might think. Events can occur to force it on a grand scale, but we only truly change when we allow ourselves to. When we pursue it, relentlessly.
Tinder needs a spark, or else it's simply tinder.
Written By Philippe
April 19, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
One of the kindnesses of growing old is seeing children grow into the adults you always hoped they would be. It was a pleasure to see the Duke the other day. Sometimes we must be reminded that our long marches do pay benefits we may live to see.
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