Written By Anisha
April 11, 2020, 7:41 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I was invited to be Princess Arianna's companion for the concert, the one she'd asked for as her boon (and, yes, the song, and the quest. I do not mean to diminish those).
It was a truly exceptional experience. Princess Sorrel and the Bard's College performed in amazing fashion. There will be talk for years about it.
And then the news to wake up to.
The life of Princess Arianna Pravus was exceptional and unique and I will miss her dearly.
It was a truly exceptional experience. Princess Sorrel and the Bard's College performed in amazing fashion. There will be talk for years about it.
And then the news to wake up to.
The life of Princess Arianna Pravus was exceptional and unique and I will miss her dearly.
Written By Olivian
April 11, 2020, 6:26 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
I believe in coincidences.
Then I hear stories - just stories, mind you, Scholar - that truly make me wonder otherwise.
Then I hear stories - just stories, mind you, Scholar - that truly make me wonder otherwise.
Written By Revell
April 11, 2020, 4:31 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
I don't consider myself much of a snob when it comes to food, Scholar - living a life where you don't always know where your next meal is going to come from sort of requires you not to be picky after all.
But -Abyss-, hospital food, am I right?
Fortunately, I got wonderful friends happy to send me snacks.
Still, this is making me strongly consider learning the fine art of "Running Away." I'm pretty good at "Talk My Way Out Of Problems" and "Stay Unnoticed", but neither of those really help when a roof comes crashing down over you.
But -Abyss-, hospital food, am I right?
Fortunately, I got wonderful friends happy to send me snacks.
Still, this is making me strongly consider learning the fine art of "Running Away." I'm pretty good at "Talk My Way Out Of Problems" and "Stay Unnoticed", but neither of those really help when a roof comes crashing down over you.
Written By Mabelle
April 11, 2020, 3:06 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
Family meeting went very well.
So many projects and things to be accomplished.
For us, for our people, for our vassals.
Defense and innovation.
I'm excited!
So many projects and things to be accomplished.
For us, for our people, for our vassals.
Defense and innovation.
I'm excited!
Written By Esme
April 11, 2020, 1:33 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Gossip. I can't say that I don't enjoy listening to it from time to time. I do rather not find pleasure in the horrible kind. I also do not put much stock in it. As I have been asked a bit about some gossip about me; I find it amusing. The topic of it is rather head shaking, but amusing none-the-less. Does it mean that I have become one of the nobles to know if they are gossiping about me? I fear that's probably not true, though I sort of like just being as I am.
To the one with all the lies they spread, I'm okay with it. You are not hurting me. Roses know how to handle the thorns too.
To the one with all the lies they spread, I'm okay with it. You are not hurting me. Roses know how to handle the thorns too.
Written By Ravna
April 11, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
I tell you, yes. You. The man. You beautiful, lovely creature, I'll tell you! Let me tell you, please?
Heee! So, we all know, I think, yes, I do know - that my Ass is Beautiful. Well, once upon an Eve my Ass; that being Beautiful, did come across a wild-thing store. She'd been tanning the hide of some deer - I think it was a deer atleast - a deer, yes, I think. I do know, you know, and as she skinned this deer she sang a song, hummed it really, and the tune was so sweet; well, my Ass and I, we slung beneath the nearby tree and listened to this tone. Drinking (as one does when listening to beautiful women sing, really. Life Is Good.) and fell to sleep -- well! My friend, dear man with the quill, I'd awakened in one of my stupors, yes, perhaps a day late. Or just the morn after...are you ready?
LOCKED IN A CAGE! It was terrible. Well. Not too terrible, honestly the hay was fresh and the room where the cage was, was very warm. It smelled of berries, I think. Or blood. No, I think it was berries. So she had locked me away! (I still to this day have not found hay quite as nice to sleep on) Yet I had heard her humming, sharpening her knives and I could peek outside to see through a window there, Beautiful (that is my Ass, you know) with her lovely coat. Well. I was terrified this wild thing, this woman with her chest hanging to her knees, was going to eat my Ass! So I cried out her name: "Beautiful! Run!"
Well. My dear man, O Dear Man, my Ass did not run. But kicked that wild thing straight in the face! Well, my man. I have never seen a wicked woman go quiet so fast, as compared to when she tried to skin, and likely eat, my Ass.
Oh - how did I get out? I'm not really sure. I found one of my hidden flasks and took a nap, woke up down the road nearby a stream. No, no. There's no story about the stream - though I did win a pissing contest with a bear, once.
Heee! So, we all know, I think, yes, I do know - that my Ass is Beautiful. Well, once upon an Eve my Ass; that being Beautiful, did come across a wild-thing store. She'd been tanning the hide of some deer - I think it was a deer atleast - a deer, yes, I think. I do know, you know, and as she skinned this deer she sang a song, hummed it really, and the tune was so sweet; well, my Ass and I, we slung beneath the nearby tree and listened to this tone. Drinking (as one does when listening to beautiful women sing, really. Life Is Good.) and fell to sleep -- well! My friend, dear man with the quill, I'd awakened in one of my stupors, yes, perhaps a day late. Or just the morn after...are you ready?
LOCKED IN A CAGE! It was terrible. Well. Not too terrible, honestly the hay was fresh and the room where the cage was, was very warm. It smelled of berries, I think. Or blood. No, I think it was berries. So she had locked me away! (I still to this day have not found hay quite as nice to sleep on) Yet I had heard her humming, sharpening her knives and I could peek outside to see through a window there, Beautiful (that is my Ass, you know) with her lovely coat. Well. I was terrified this wild thing, this woman with her chest hanging to her knees, was going to eat my Ass! So I cried out her name: "Beautiful! Run!"
Well. My dear man, O Dear Man, my Ass did not run. But kicked that wild thing straight in the face! Well, my man. I have never seen a wicked woman go quiet so fast, as compared to when she tried to skin, and likely eat, my Ass.
Oh - how did I get out? I'm not really sure. I found one of my hidden flasks and took a nap, woke up down the road nearby a stream. No, no. There's no story about the stream - though I did win a pissing contest with a bear, once.
Written By Miranda
April 11, 2020, 12:20 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
Brother...
Everything you can do, I can do better.
I can do everything better than you.
Yes I can.
Hah! I gave birth to twin beauties! Can you give birth to twins? I think not!
Hah!
Everything you can do, I can do better.
I can do everything better than you.
Yes I can.
Hah! I gave birth to twin beauties! Can you give birth to twins? I think not!
Hah!
Written By Beatrice
April 11, 2020, 12:18 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
Princess Arianna Pravus was a friend. When business brought me back to Arx, she was one of the first people I hoped to visit. I delayed. Now I shall never have that chance.
I grieve with House Pravus. The world has lost something bright.
I take comfort in the knowledge that Pravosi retribution is ever absolute.
I grieve with House Pravus. The world has lost something bright.
I take comfort in the knowledge that Pravosi retribution is ever absolute.
Written By Ravna
April 10, 2020, 11:17 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
There was a man from Chunuket, his co-
I found a good dice set,you know. In the mud when I was fond. It rolls and rolls, and rolls some more, and brings me silver by the pounds.
I played a flute down by the avenue, and pretty girls came to me. They laughed and danced, such joy in their eyes, when I slung my flute over my knee.
I met my little sister, so dark, so brave. Full of all that fire. Did you know, guy, that she once broke a man's nose for sniffing at her? No, no. I'm kidding. Lying, really. I mean, she would. It's awesome.
I don't think she likes Beautiful. Who? Oh, my Ass. My Ass is Beautiful.
I found a good dice set,you know. In the mud when I was fond. It rolls and rolls, and rolls some more, and brings me silver by the pounds.
I played a flute down by the avenue, and pretty girls came to me. They laughed and danced, such joy in their eyes, when I slung my flute over my knee.
I met my little sister, so dark, so brave. Full of all that fire. Did you know, guy, that she once broke a man's nose for sniffing at her? No, no. I'm kidding. Lying, really. I mean, she would. It's awesome.
I don't think she likes Beautiful. Who? Oh, my Ass. My Ass is Beautiful.
Written By Graham
April 10, 2020, 11:14 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Malesh
Graham's older brother, who is head of Stonewood house.
Written By Sydney
April 10, 2020, 10:14 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
I don't claim to be much of a reviewer of song, so I shan't attempt it, but that was some amazing effects work. Absolutely loved it.
Written By Delilah
April 10, 2020, 9:51 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Nothing like being scruffed like a kitten and carried home!
Written By Dio
April 10, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
I recently commissioned an umbra robe from Selene Whisper. Having sailed farther than most, it's easy to appreciate such exquisite artistry. Beautiful and daring, it steals one's very breath. Nothing could be better suited to House Seraceni.
My sincere compliments to Selene. She is highly recommended to those of wealth and taste.
My sincere compliments to Selene. She is highly recommended to those of wealth and taste.
Written By Olivando
April 10, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Books are wonderful. They don't scheme and they don't keep secrets. Though perhaps having spent so much time in their company, they have begun to rub off on me. "Like an open book", as the expression goes.
Written By Nina
April 10, 2020, 6:53 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
I know adventures are... eventful. But I suppose fancy dinners among the Lycene nobles are quite eventful too! Never a dull moment!
Written By Cambria
April 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
I have long thought that if it were not for complaint, we should have very little to talk about.
Written By Jules
April 10, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)
There was a merry old stoat
Who drank some wine and started to bloat
So happy was he
He needed to pee
And found a Swan's pretty coat.
I wonder if my wife reads my journals. If she does, he didn't really do that. Hops has never done anything bad. I'm sure he's got a present for youthis next week even!
Who drank some wine and started to bloat
So happy was he
He needed to pee
And found a Swan's pretty coat.
I wonder if my wife reads my journals. If she does, he didn't really do that. Hops has never done anything bad. I'm sure he's got a present for youthis next week even!
Written By Jules
April 10, 2020, 2:02 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)
I think the gnome needs a little pointed hat. I'm not quite certain why, maybe it'll be to cover his pointed head! Hah! Everyone says I'll think it's adorable when it's born, I hope they're right. Regardless, I quite expect I will love it.
Written By Sunaia
April 10, 2020, 12:12 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tibault
...And then, there was the year I had decided I was going to Setarco; I think I was just months from being seventeen. He swore to me he wouldn't let me go, said he'd put an order at the docks and forbid them from letting me set foot there. Said he'd put a tax for a year on any ship that put me on it. Of course, by then, everyone who mattered knew who I was, that I was an Ashford and he owed fealty to us, so I was able to find a Setarcan ship heading there and I paid them enough that I could board.
I left him a note before I left; told him that, when I came back, I'd be seventeen and it would be well into summer. I suggested that we celebrate by going pearl diving again, just outside of Brighthold.
I returned with Setarco Fire and several bottles of red wine for him, but I'm afraid he was furious with me - though it became increasingly difficult to tell, the older he was. He never yelled; he didn't even look at me oddly, and rather graciously took the bottles of wine and liquor. We sat up all night, drinking wine; I fell asleep on the couch and woke up as I always do: gasping, alone, afraid. I didn't see him, anywhere. I didn't see -anyone-. The entire house was silent -- until I woke everyone up, running around, yelling for Rey and Tibault, crying.
It was still so early in the morning that the birds weren't even calling, yet.
He came out of his study; apparently, I hadn't been the one to wake him. I was so glad he was there. He settled me down, had tea made for me and we talked about my trip.
...Oh, why do I think he was furious? Because. We never did go diving for pearls.
I left him a note before I left; told him that, when I came back, I'd be seventeen and it would be well into summer. I suggested that we celebrate by going pearl diving again, just outside of Brighthold.
I returned with Setarco Fire and several bottles of red wine for him, but I'm afraid he was furious with me - though it became increasingly difficult to tell, the older he was. He never yelled; he didn't even look at me oddly, and rather graciously took the bottles of wine and liquor. We sat up all night, drinking wine; I fell asleep on the couch and woke up as I always do: gasping, alone, afraid. I didn't see him, anywhere. I didn't see -anyone-. The entire house was silent -- until I woke everyone up, running around, yelling for Rey and Tibault, crying.
It was still so early in the morning that the birds weren't even calling, yet.
He came out of his study; apparently, I hadn't been the one to wake him. I was so glad he was there. He settled me down, had tea made for me and we talked about my trip.
...Oh, why do I think he was furious? Because. We never did go diving for pearls.
Written By Marian
April 10, 2020, 7:47 a.m.(2/3/1013 AR)
Scars are nothing more than a map
Lines of demarcation upon the skin
Telling stories of brutal blood and pain
Making memories that leave us changed.
Each line has a different slice of life
Connecting to that tapestry of dream.
A badge of honor that lets your enemies
Know that you survived their worst.
Lines of demarcation upon the skin
Telling stories of brutal blood and pain
Making memories that leave us changed.
Each line has a different slice of life
Connecting to that tapestry of dream.
A badge of honor that lets your enemies
Know that you survived their worst.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.