Written By Niklas
April 4, 2020, 1:13 a.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
They're real and they're terrible and I hate them.
Wash does owe me three hundred thousand silver, though.
Wash does owe me three hundred thousand silver, though.
Written By Niklas
April 3, 2020, 11:55 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
Curtain call.
Written By Roxana
April 3, 2020, 7:13 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
But I can eat cookies right out of the jar without having them tasted first, right?
I hope so, otherwise ooops.
I hope so, otherwise ooops.
Written By Rymarr
April 3, 2020, 5:37 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
While I'm sure there will be someone to rush in with their finger raised and a "Well, actually" on their punchable face? I think one of the things to shake the spirit of a person the most is being with someone else when they have their last moment.
I have been thinking about OMEGA a lot lately. Those last moments in each others presence still resonates with me today. It probably will until my own last moment. In one instant we were adversaries and in the next something quite the opposite. That very brief sense of camaraderie taught me a great deal about compassion, I'd like to think.
You will be remembered until my own last moments.
I have been thinking about OMEGA a lot lately. Those last moments in each others presence still resonates with me today. It probably will until my own last moment. In one instant we were adversaries and in the next something quite the opposite. That very brief sense of camaraderie taught me a great deal about compassion, I'd like to think.
You will be remembered until my own last moments.
Written By Nina
April 3, 2020, 5:24 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
I am pleased to say that I may have some additional role in helping create a strong presence for House Pravus in our new ward in Arx! I do not want to speak too soon but I hope that everyone will enjoy fine entertainment in the year to come!
Now that the poetry reading on Freedom has passed, I am reproducing the lyrics of my ballad here in the whites, so it may spread wide. The poem will also be committed to a book soon so that it can be preserved, or, as well as things can be preserved in this world of Ever Change.
May we celebrate! Freedom, love, and the blessings of a new year!
Battle Hymn of the Chain Breakers
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
In daylight and under the heat of the sun,
The Chainbreakers came for the slavers.
The Sons of the Centipede routed and smashed,
By soldiers whose faith never wavered.
But lo, for the slaves, paralyzed with their fright
Had learned to be helpless and scared.
For physical freedom alone won’t suffice
When the soul is so deeply impaired.
The chainbreakers hoped that the slaves would be freed
But their spirits were crushed by their masters
And lo the revenge of the City of Chains
Would incite such battles thereafter.
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
A hundred longships, and seven-thousand men,
They came in the daylight by water
Their gold and black banners awave in the wind
They used their slaves only as fodder.
They came to recapture the slaves they had lost
And punish those who fought for freedom
But bondage and suff’ring is fate worse than death
And Pravus rose up to defeat them
For Setarco, for Pravus, and for the Archduchess!
The cries of the chainbreakers rang,
And to the melee, the battle was joined,
To victory, now, they all sang-
As we sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
A sorcerer stood, with thirteen men slaved,
With yokes and chains tight round their throats,
And summoning horror, he slaughtered those slaves,
Reciting a terrible rote,
The magic called forth from the blackened spilled blood
Ignited a horrible fire
The legions of Pravus stayed bold in the fight
As the battlefield became a pyre
The Princess Celeste called tactical true
Sir Elio held back the flames,
Lady Gabriella, and her hungry blade
Then cleaved the dark wizard in twain.
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
Dark magics defeated the battle was won,
The slavers all driven and slain
Though casualties many did pay the price
For those who would dare cleave the chain
But still we rejoice, for those who were freed
Their bodies and souls liberated
Can guide their own fates, can make their own lives,
Instead of their futures dictated.
The freedom to choose is a powerful gift
And life so worth living when free!
And so we cheer - Belladonna is here!
To grant us that fine liberty!
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
Now that the poetry reading on Freedom has passed, I am reproducing the lyrics of my ballad here in the whites, so it may spread wide. The poem will also be committed to a book soon so that it can be preserved, or, as well as things can be preserved in this world of Ever Change.
May we celebrate! Freedom, love, and the blessings of a new year!
Battle Hymn of the Chain Breakers
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
In daylight and under the heat of the sun,
The Chainbreakers came for the slavers.
The Sons of the Centipede routed and smashed,
By soldiers whose faith never wavered.
But lo, for the slaves, paralyzed with their fright
Had learned to be helpless and scared.
For physical freedom alone won’t suffice
When the soul is so deeply impaired.
The chainbreakers hoped that the slaves would be freed
But their spirits were crushed by their masters
And lo the revenge of the City of Chains
Would incite such battles thereafter.
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
A hundred longships, and seven-thousand men,
They came in the daylight by water
Their gold and black banners awave in the wind
They used their slaves only as fodder.
They came to recapture the slaves they had lost
And punish those who fought for freedom
But bondage and suff’ring is fate worse than death
And Pravus rose up to defeat them
For Setarco, for Pravus, and for the Archduchess!
The cries of the chainbreakers rang,
And to the melee, the battle was joined,
To victory, now, they all sang-
As we sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
A sorcerer stood, with thirteen men slaved,
With yokes and chains tight round their throats,
And summoning horror, he slaughtered those slaves,
Reciting a terrible rote,
The magic called forth from the blackened spilled blood
Ignited a horrible fire
The legions of Pravus stayed bold in the fight
As the battlefield became a pyre
The Princess Celeste called tactical true
Sir Elio held back the flames,
Lady Gabriella, and her hungry blade
Then cleaved the dark wizard in twain.
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
Dark magics defeated the battle was won,
The slavers all driven and slain
Though casualties many did pay the price
For those who would dare cleave the chain
But still we rejoice, for those who were freed
Their bodies and souls liberated
Can guide their own fates, can make their own lives,
Instead of their futures dictated.
The freedom to choose is a powerful gift
And life so worth living when free!
And so we cheer - Belladonna is here!
To grant us that fine liberty!
We sing the song of the City of Chains
Safe harbor for slavers and tyrants,
But we sing the song for the breakers of chains,
Who stood against slavers, defiant.
Written By Kedehern
April 3, 2020, 4:58 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
Winter is cold. This is neither good nor bad, necessarily. It simply is.
Written By Ilsa
April 3, 2020, 4:19 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
An answer:
The ending of a story is the beginning of the next. Even in the worst of times, in those moments when we believe that we have taken our last step, there is always another one waiting for us.
The ending of a story is the beginning of the next. Even in the worst of times, in those moments when we believe that we have taken our last step, there is always another one waiting for us.
Written By Evaristo
April 3, 2020, 3:57 p.m.(1/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
The end of a story means the beginning of another!
Written By Sabella
April 3, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
The beginning of an anxious wait for the exciting next installment!
Written By Eirene
April 3, 2020, 12:54 p.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
Because my family finds it so amusing, and it's worth putting in a white journal to embarrass them later, my kids learned the hard way not to defy mommy's order to have their food verified before they eat it.
I caught them eating cookies which were given to them without their asking me first or having them poison tasted first. I was pissed at their lapse in safety precautions but they're just toddlers so it's my fault for not teaching them better. After I told them to spit it out, my son looked me in the eye and defiantly took another bite. I grounded them for sassing back.
So to make it up to them, I offered them some of their favorite strawberry jammy dodgers. Which I had laced with cayenne pepper.
They will never go without poison tasting anything first ever again.
Mommy loves you but she's a devious bastard.
I caught them eating cookies which were given to them without their asking me first or having them poison tasted first. I was pissed at their lapse in safety precautions but they're just toddlers so it's my fault for not teaching them better. After I told them to spit it out, my son looked me in the eye and defiantly took another bite. I grounded them for sassing back.
So to make it up to them, I offered them some of their favorite strawberry jammy dodgers. Which I had laced with cayenne pepper.
They will never go without poison tasting anything first ever again.
Mommy loves you but she's a devious bastard.
Written By Monique
April 3, 2020, 11:14 a.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
I am reminded again why I prefer travel over land and not by sea.
Written By Porter
April 3, 2020, 9:40 a.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
I see we're back to seasonal discussions of whether or not winter is good. A hot topic throughout the city.
In my highly esteemed and very sought after opinion: winter is amazing.
In my highly esteemed and very sought after opinion: winter is amazing.
Written By Haptenna
April 3, 2020, 8:09 a.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
Since I became a novice Mercy of Lagoma, I have been repeatedly and politely 'encouraged' to do a better job of setting an example by keeping a journal for the Scribes. So, there. I picked up a journal and I wrote in it. Everybody happy now? Ugh.
Written By Anisha
April 3, 2020, 7:26 a.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
While it took me longer than I wanted, I have finally finished the commemorative sculpture for the Leolan Lodge Expansion (or, to use its more formal name, the Lodge of Petrichor Expansion Project), and it has been placed at our very own Leolan Lodge, outside Arx.
Yes, I'm refering to them solely as Leolan Lodges in honour of Dame Leola, scholar.
At any rate, the work was a challenge, but I enjoyed it.
Now to wait for the muse to helpfully strike so I can finish my other works...
Yes, I'm refering to them solely as Leolan Lodges in honour of Dame Leola, scholar.
At any rate, the work was a challenge, but I enjoyed it.
Now to wait for the muse to helpfully strike so I can finish my other works...
Written By Bianca
April 3, 2020, 6:20 a.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
A question to those who peruse these journals, and happen upon one woman's random curiosities:
What does the end of a story mean to you?
What does the end of a story mean to you?
Written By Mabelle
April 3, 2020, 3:43 a.m.(1/17/1013 AR)
The baking class is this week!
I hope no one wears anything too pretty.
Or that they like.
Or expect to learn how to bake.
There will be cookies though.
Not of their own making.
Panic.
I hope no one wears anything too pretty.
Or that they like.
Or expect to learn how to bake.
There will be cookies though.
Not of their own making.
Panic.
Written By Modi
April 3, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
It's so nice to have winter in Arx. The cool chill and the wind sweeping through the snow reminds me of home. The whole world, a shimmering alabaster. It's also weather for the most important piece of fashion: Fuzzy scarves!
Written By Sebastian
April 3, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
I have never enjoyed Arx in winter, and I doubt I ever will.
The silken song of Setarco calls to me, and I am grateful as ever to answer her summons.
The silken song of Setarco calls to me, and I am grateful as ever to answer her summons.
Written By Svana
April 2, 2020, 11:40 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Asher
Master Asher has outdone himself with our wedding rings. He took a mere idea that I had and turned it into something so exquisite that I really can't find words to do it justice. For the rest of my life, I will be proud to wear this on my finger. He is a kind soul from top to bottom, and he seems to truly care about me - and Jules, in his way. I do so hope that he will grace us with his presence at our reception and see how well the rings sparkle together.
Written By Jules
April 2, 2020, 11:16 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
I know some people don't believe it, but nothing's changed. I'm the same guy I always was!
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