Written By Strozza
April 13, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
You are ever the sun emerging above the eastern horizon, turning the ocean to fire as you grant the radiance of your presence.
I cannot look long, for my heart would burst.
I cannot look long, for my heart would burst.
Written By Valery
April 13, 2020, 10:30 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
I feel like I've been working forever. I should go out a bit more, I guess...
Written By Strozza
April 13, 2020, 10:28 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
A caustic situation, for one's own mood, to have an urge to write something down and find that all one can find to put to paper is one's own irritation at their personal lack for anything interesting to say.
So I shall record this brief moment of bile.
I hate it.
Ugh.
So I shall record this brief moment of bile.
I hate it.
Ugh.
Written By Sunaia
April 13, 2020, 10:05 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
I have spent the last number of days here - as you know, Scholar - scouring through and drinking every word of Killian's journals.
He wrote so much! And, aside from what few letters passed between us over the years, I never before truly had grounds for an appraisal of his -style- of writing. He was so gifted in so many ways, so thorough; and his descriptions of his journeys are magnificent -- as beautiful and eloquent as were the tales he would tell.
Perhaps it was that ability to weigh and measure so well, that he had.
I miss him. I miss him all the more, particularly after reading his account of fighting Telmar Brand at the Hall of Heroes with the other Paladins. I had to stop there; I was so inspired after all of this to leave something of who I am for others who may care for me, if something happens.
If there are those reading this, though - while I'm alive or after I'm gone - I highly recommend looking into the journals of those whom you love, if they are gone. One of the Pravus princesses died, I've read; I'm sure that there are many who knew her, who loved her and would take solace in her memory.
It's taken me a while to get the courage to read my brother's words. The ache in me for him has been so strong, particularly lately, as I surge into this self-reflection and attempt to take to heart Brother Felix's advice to -know- myself.
I am your sister, Killian. You wrote that it was those you loved who held you most strongly to yourself when Brand's power was pulling at your mind. I may not have been your favorite - and I know I abandoned you as much as you felt Father did, though you never made me feel that I wasn't loved; you never made me feel guilty for my traveling. I'm sure there are reasons you didn't blame me, though I blame myself for not being around that you could know -me- any better than I truly knew -you-. I hope you and Father settled matters before you both returned to the Queen - or after.
Gods, I miss you both. I love you, both.
...I know, I know. I know, I just... ....
The past is a surf that is already washing over me -- and I can already see the greatest bulk is yet to come.
Maybe, if I cry enough, Scholar, I'll be one with all of that huge wave that's coming, that's going to crash down. And I won't drown.
I'm sorry; I... should get back to my reading.
...Thank you.
He wrote so much! And, aside from what few letters passed between us over the years, I never before truly had grounds for an appraisal of his -style- of writing. He was so gifted in so many ways, so thorough; and his descriptions of his journeys are magnificent -- as beautiful and eloquent as were the tales he would tell.
Perhaps it was that ability to weigh and measure so well, that he had.
I miss him. I miss him all the more, particularly after reading his account of fighting Telmar Brand at the Hall of Heroes with the other Paladins. I had to stop there; I was so inspired after all of this to leave something of who I am for others who may care for me, if something happens.
If there are those reading this, though - while I'm alive or after I'm gone - I highly recommend looking into the journals of those whom you love, if they are gone. One of the Pravus princesses died, I've read; I'm sure that there are many who knew her, who loved her and would take solace in her memory.
It's taken me a while to get the courage to read my brother's words. The ache in me for him has been so strong, particularly lately, as I surge into this self-reflection and attempt to take to heart Brother Felix's advice to -know- myself.
I am your sister, Killian. You wrote that it was those you loved who held you most strongly to yourself when Brand's power was pulling at your mind. I may not have been your favorite - and I know I abandoned you as much as you felt Father did, though you never made me feel that I wasn't loved; you never made me feel guilty for my traveling. I'm sure there are reasons you didn't blame me, though I blame myself for not being around that you could know -me- any better than I truly knew -you-. I hope you and Father settled matters before you both returned to the Queen - or after.
Gods, I miss you both. I love you, both.
...I know, I know. I know, I just... ....
The past is a surf that is already washing over me -- and I can already see the greatest bulk is yet to come.
Maybe, if I cry enough, Scholar, I'll be one with all of that huge wave that's coming, that's going to crash down. And I won't drown.
I'm sorry; I... should get back to my reading.
...Thank you.
Written By Catalana
April 13, 2020, 6:49 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
You were born fabulous, and you will always be one of us. It's why you're so tasty to the sharkenoids and giant crabs.
But please stop with the teal hedgehogs.
But please stop with the teal hedgehogs.
Written By Mabelle
April 13, 2020, 5:11 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
I want a puppy!
Written By Catalana
April 13, 2020, 2:03 a.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Porter.
Why are you wearing Rorik's clothes?
Why can't you both own a full set of clothes?
Why must I forever scream, where are your pants?!
For your birthday, I am giving you seventy pairs of pants, just for the sake of my sanity.
P.S Your beard looks lopsided. Has it stopped growing or did it catch on fire?
Why are you wearing Rorik's clothes?
Why can't you both own a full set of clothes?
Why must I forever scream, where are your pants?!
For your birthday, I am giving you seventy pairs of pants, just for the sake of my sanity.
P.S Your beard looks lopsided. Has it stopped growing or did it catch on fire?
Written By Svana
April 12, 2020, 10:24 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
I started a business this week and had success! I am so pleased with how well my designs have gone over.
I also hired a guard this week in case I feel any worse - and in case I need protecting. Downside, he is my older brother's friend and I have known him a long time. He knows too much about me and he is ineffective due to this. Thankfully I know he will do the right thing, though he is rather irritating.
Oh fuck off, Njall, of course I'm not writing about YOU.
I also hired a guard this week in case I feel any worse - and in case I need protecting. Downside, he is my older brother's friend and I have known him a long time. He knows too much about me and he is ineffective due to this. Thankfully I know he will do the right thing, though he is rather irritating.
Oh fuck off, Njall, of course I'm not writing about YOU.
Written By Niklas
April 12, 2020, 9:45 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
People always seem to be so surprised when they hear how hawkish I am about events in the Mourning Isles.
I may be part silly and part fabulous and entirely amazing, but I am an Islander by birth.
To those who go to fight, I say leave tears in your wake.
I may be part silly and part fabulous and entirely amazing, but I am an Islander by birth.
To those who go to fight, I say leave tears in your wake.
Written By Rowenova
April 12, 2020, 9:43 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Thank you so much to all those who helped out with -- and showed up to -- the First Annual Great Northern Iceskating Championships at the Golden Hart!
Written By Sabella
April 12, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
I could just write you a messenger, but I wanted it recorded in as many places as possible just how absolutely amazing you are!
Written By Sabella
April 12, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
I was so sad to miss the concert at the Bard's College, but I was not feeling very well that evening, but Niklas told me it was extraordinary and now I am incredibly sad that I missed it! It seems like a once in a lifetime experience, although I expect nothing less from Princess Sorrel's concerts! They're always quite amazing!
Hopefully if there is ever a second part I will be able to go to that!
Hopefully if there is ever a second part I will be able to go to that!
Written By Aedric
April 12, 2020, 9:13 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Oswald, did you dream as I do?
Did it rise from beneath and beckon you to sink?
Soon I will know.
Did it rise from beneath and beckon you to sink?
Soon I will know.
Written By Shae
April 12, 2020, 9:01 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
We had a very busy but productive meeting the other evening, with family and friends. I have volunteered to lead a group to search for ruins. As well as looking forward to helping Mabelle with her Hospital project.
Written By Liam
April 12, 2020, 8:58 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
So many layers this city has. I don't know how long it will take me to peel at least at the ones that are relevant to me. Still there seems to be people who have looked into all sorts of things. It seems these dreams I get are driving me in a direction of people who need help. But it's a dangerous paath. I don't know that I'm ready but I know I must try.
Written By Esme
April 12, 2020, 8:56 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Sailing information I have learned this week:
Never trust a boat that doesn't have rats.
....
The captain may very well be one of the worst sorts.
Never trust a boat that doesn't have rats.
....
The captain may very well be one of the worst sorts.
Written By Shae
April 12, 2020, 8:53 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
It seems I have lucked out and been able to find two breeding pairs for the Mistward Labradors. So I should have a two liters of them in about two months time. I'm looking forward to them, there will be so many puppies soon. And I have a planned litter of Keaton Shepherds as well, they will be sired by my and Kedehern's own dogs, Daegmund and Alix. Both have excellent dispositions, I expect their puppies will be the same, and make excellent companions and trained rescue and hunting dogs.
Written By Cadern
April 12, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Ah what a wonderful week, Sorrel's performance was quite the remarkable event. I think Sorrel's Song of Freedom will be anote. Even if it's a past story it was still an event. I suspected the results, despite the audience, would be more far reaching than could be gauged then. But.... I didn't inspect Arianna's death. The Freed shavs from the Writs.... this should be interesting. I worry though how many people were freed that we have no way to gauge. But... to the event itself. Green fire, a creeping chill, and a mystical chorus. It seems terrible that she used dead bodies for the chorus... but I suppose it's rather better than it could have been. Everyone seemed very upset at my commentary almost like they weren't expecting the audience. But I was glad to speak to Sorrel after that SHE at least knew what she was doing and expected them.
Written By Jaenelle
April 12, 2020, 8:45 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
The dark, the light, the shreds of hope which are ripped apart at the seams.
The desperate way the strands call out, the weaves lost in a dream.
The delicate strands will once more be whole and return upon the wheel.
One by one each gathered close; to mend, repair, and heal.
A silent moment shared in faith; to mourn to cheer, to know.
The humbling knowledge with which neither willingly bestowed.
The tiny ember will turn to spark, that spark will turn to flame,
And slowly in time, that which you lost, will once more be reclaimed.
The desperate way the strands call out, the weaves lost in a dream.
The delicate strands will once more be whole and return upon the wheel.
One by one each gathered close; to mend, repair, and heal.
A silent moment shared in faith; to mourn to cheer, to know.
The humbling knowledge with which neither willingly bestowed.
The tiny ember will turn to spark, that spark will turn to flame,
And slowly in time, that which you lost, will once more be reclaimed.
Written By Valencia
April 12, 2020, 8:39 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ansel
Ah, what can one say about my dearest Duke Ansel.
We have been friends for some time and to this day he remains one of the kindest and warmest men I know. Charming, insightful and that glint of mischief in his eye that makes a girl wonder what trouble she is about to get into. To be true, from the sound of his adventures, he remains endlessly spirited. So easy to talk to and so much fun. He cares truly about his people and the realm. Brave and willing to rise to defend. He puts his own dreams aside to see that his duty done right. So much to admire.
I treasure his company and I'm so glad he is back. We met so long ago and even now, though our paths often part now and again and our lives are so different now, it is like old times when he returns.
I must thank him again for the lovely gift to lift my spirits. I feel absolutely delighted and very spoiled by this sweet surprise. But I shall not complain too much.
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We have been friends for some time and to this day he remains one of the kindest and warmest men I know. Charming, insightful and that glint of mischief in his eye that makes a girl wonder what trouble she is about to get into. To be true, from the sound of his adventures, he remains endlessly spirited. So easy to talk to and so much fun. He cares truly about his people and the realm. Brave and willing to rise to defend. He puts his own dreams aside to see that his duty done right. So much to admire.
I treasure his company and I'm so glad he is back. We met so long ago and even now, though our paths often part now and again and our lives are so different now, it is like old times when he returns.
I must thank him again for the lovely gift to lift my spirits. I feel absolutely delighted and very spoiled by this sweet surprise. But I shall not complain too much.
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