Written By Tanith
April 2, 2020, 10:54 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
Now and then I volunteer at the bakery in the common courts, hauling flour or actually working the ovens. Usually there's nothing of note, folk coming for bread or muffins and the like, but someone, some volunteer baker, has been making some suspiciously shaped loaves. Two round, circular lumps wedged together in a suggstive shape, some several dozen were pulled out today and -no one- took credit for them. No one. So while there was giggling (not from me, I would never), we put them out to cool; we weren't going to waste them.
While our backs were turned, -someone- drizzled the cleft of those ... those -buns- with molasses. -Suggestive- molasses.
I've never seen food sell so quickly.
While our backs were turned, -someone- drizzled the cleft of those ... those -buns- with molasses. -Suggestive- molasses.
I've never seen food sell so quickly.
Written By Malcolm
April 2, 2020, 8:20 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
It's a day where all I hear is the wind. Howling. Making a ruckus that sounds like someone is banging around pots and such -- and then I'm wondering why the dogs got into the pantry again. Especially the little one. Lump. He's a stinker.
Written By Asher
April 2, 2020, 4:49 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
I recently put out a flyer for Diamonds In The Rough; it's a good placement for my store. North of the city center, not too difficult to find. I've come a long way from having no store, and then my first stall, The Silver Lining. Gods, but it's been seven years. I don't know where the time goes; honestly. It's maddening. But, to be honest, it's a good change. I've got more commissions than ever, and people coming in nearly every hour. I may not be able to keep up with it all the time, but I'll take it.
Written By Esme
April 2, 2020, 4:23 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
It's strange being on the receiving end of someone who doesn't like you. I find myself torn between just wanting to infect happiness to them or letting it go. I think I shall lean towards the letting go. We all have paths in life that we must walk. Those paths are important, but they are our choices. I have got to reconnect with old friends and meet new ones already this week.
It has been the most glorious of weeks and please remember that all of you are loved.
It has been the most glorious of weeks and please remember that all of you are loved.
Written By Valencia
April 2, 2020, 4:15 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
I fear that Lady Mikani and Lord Cadern are far too kind in their recent praise of me.
That is not to say that I do not appreciate it. It is just that the reasons behind such words and the generosity of such esteemed praise sometimes surprises and more often than not confuses me.
However, it goes without saying that I am humbled, honoured and so very grateful that anyone would wish to share their fine company with me.
Lady Mikani, Lord Cadern, your words touched me when I needed it most. With all my heart, I thank you both.
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That is not to say that I do not appreciate it. It is just that the reasons behind such words and the generosity of such esteemed praise sometimes surprises and more often than not confuses me.
However, it goes without saying that I am humbled, honoured and so very grateful that anyone would wish to share their fine company with me.
Lady Mikani, Lord Cadern, your words touched me when I needed it most. With all my heart, I thank you both.
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Written By Victus
April 2, 2020, 2:52 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
I write this query three hours before sunrise.
Why has Petrichor given otters the ability and desire to scream?
Why has Petrichor given otters the ability and desire to scream?
Written By Delilah
April 2, 2020, 1:12 p.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
With future eyes upon us, how will our legacy be viewed? We shall be judged by what we do, not by how we felt as we did it.
Written By Lucita
April 2, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Luis
My charming rascal of a brother is as full of mischief as ever, but never boring. I expect his three children will be very much like him... and then he will know what his older siblings went through!
Written By Lucita
April 2, 2020, 9:46 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
What would have been our fifth anniversary is coming up in a few days. Each time I play the clavichord that was a wedding gift to us from Aiden I remember and still miss you. You would be proud of your children... and maybe a combination of amused and annoyed if they hid their snowballs in your boots the way they did mine. We're moving on through life, and it is not as hard as it was two or three years ago, but you are not forgotten.
Written By Beatrice
April 2, 2020, 9:26 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Arx, the city of dreams, is presently a city of sludge. How I've missed you.
Still, I could not have asked for a kinder or warmer welcome from old friends and new acquaintances both. Nilanza has many beauties, but even it pales to your company. Let's build something magnificent to admire in the spring.
Still, I could not have asked for a kinder or warmer welcome from old friends and new acquaintances both. Nilanza has many beauties, but even it pales to your company. Let's build something magnificent to admire in the spring.
Written By Aedric
April 2, 2020, 8:58 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Today, one of our newly recruited marines inquired why the men on my ship wear chain and platemail to sea. His question drew a quick retort from a more experienced peer, something along the lines of, "To protect ourselves, you dolt!" -- which, of course, was followed by laughter. He took the jab better than I expected, indicative of generally good spirits and morale, and then repeated his question -- pointing out the real risks of stumbling overboard. Here the sailors deferred to me, for this was a policy I long ago effectuated as a condition of employment and service.
We Blackshore men are born of the sea. It is as much our home as the Mourning Isles. No matter the enemy, be they pirate or Eurusi, it is better to sink gently into her cold, dispassionate embrace than succumb to injury from axe or arrow. We welcome fate, and as such we will demonstrate to our adversaries that we are a manifestation of the very thing they seek to exploit and conquer.
He appeared satisfied with this explanation and donned a spare breastplate.
The war will be won. Of this I have no doubt.
We Blackshore men are born of the sea. It is as much our home as the Mourning Isles. No matter the enemy, be they pirate or Eurusi, it is better to sink gently into her cold, dispassionate embrace than succumb to injury from axe or arrow. We welcome fate, and as such we will demonstrate to our adversaries that we are a manifestation of the very thing they seek to exploit and conquer.
He appeared satisfied with this explanation and donned a spare breastplate.
The war will be won. Of this I have no doubt.
Written By Charis
April 2, 2020, 5:15 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
I am long out of practice for the sort of talk which comes here in this city. Or maybe it's the setting. Talk, easy talk, the sort that flows like a spring, it doesn't come to the rattle of cart-wheels on the cobbles outside, or dogs barking, or coins sighing out metal whispers in a purse thrown on a counter. Maybe it's where I am.
They'd say that no, no Charis, you weren't ever good for talk, but I know they'd say it laughing. I was good for laughing then too.
The work comes in though. It's quiet, it's heavy like the blanket of snow outside. A comfortable weight. A comfortable silence, close to the sound a rich bolt makes when passed over on the shelf for the one next to it; it'll have its turn eventually. There's no firelight in the shop, no pine to breathe in... no roots at the small of my back either, or pebbles in my boot, chapped nose, chapped lips. Red's not a colour to flinch from, any longer. It suits those I serve very well. Brings out the gold in them, skin or eyes or hair or just the way they turn their head to say the quick, clever things folks here are prone to voice.
Jayus favours me here and has been good to my needle. I'm fortunate in that. Maybe he'll help inspire my tongue next as I settle in, so I'm not left the fool empty-handed, unarmed, in the sorties that come about within these walls.
They'd say that no, no Charis, you weren't ever good for talk, but I know they'd say it laughing. I was good for laughing then too.
The work comes in though. It's quiet, it's heavy like the blanket of snow outside. A comfortable weight. A comfortable silence, close to the sound a rich bolt makes when passed over on the shelf for the one next to it; it'll have its turn eventually. There's no firelight in the shop, no pine to breathe in... no roots at the small of my back either, or pebbles in my boot, chapped nose, chapped lips. Red's not a colour to flinch from, any longer. It suits those I serve very well. Brings out the gold in them, skin or eyes or hair or just the way they turn their head to say the quick, clever things folks here are prone to voice.
Jayus favours me here and has been good to my needle. I'm fortunate in that. Maybe he'll help inspire my tongue next as I settle in, so I'm not left the fool empty-handed, unarmed, in the sorties that come about within these walls.
Written By Rowenova
April 2, 2020, 3:50 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
For posterity, let it be known that -- on this fine, snowy day -- you told me that I can write about you, even when we start doing research in the library.
Written By Dianna
April 2, 2020, 2:27 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Trini says I was so drunk, I could barely speak.
Hilja knows better, though; she knows exactly how little I had to drink - and exactly how much brandy was left!
Anyway, I don't know what they're going on about.
I could speak. I could swear I was speaking in full sentences.
Wash was there, and Lord Iroh, too.
And everyone knows I can hold my brandy. Why, I once drank two bottles before I felt dizzy. And almost three before I needed to sleep.
Hilja knows better, though; she knows exactly how little I had to drink - and exactly how much brandy was left!
Anyway, I don't know what they're going on about.
I could speak. I could swear I was speaking in full sentences.
Wash was there, and Lord Iroh, too.
And everyone knows I can hold my brandy. Why, I once drank two bottles before I felt dizzy. And almost three before I needed to sleep.
Written By Sydney
April 1, 2020, 11:58 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Winter at the Murder is the same as it ever was.
The snow blends in with the dirt outside and creates a hell of a mudpit that you can't help but track slush and mud in when you step in, and allegedly there's somewhere to clean off your feet, but this sounds made up to me.
The company was eerily similar tonight. It's been about a year since that day, and what a year. It hardly seem real, not by half.
Three of four of us. I wonder what it would be like, now, with the missing quarter?
I think we'd be laughing more.
The snow blends in with the dirt outside and creates a hell of a mudpit that you can't help but track slush and mud in when you step in, and allegedly there's somewhere to clean off your feet, but this sounds made up to me.
The company was eerily similar tonight. It's been about a year since that day, and what a year. It hardly seem real, not by half.
Three of four of us. I wonder what it would be like, now, with the missing quarter?
I think we'd be laughing more.
Written By Ilvin
April 1, 2020, 11:50 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rosalie
I have Sister Rosalie to thank for keeping my mind active. That gift of shared knowledge and conversation is a blessing I hope never to take for granted.
Written By Veronica
April 1, 2020, 8:28 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Always good to see a duel fought by well-honed warriors. I saw some interesting tricks of footwork I'll have to keep in mind for later.
Written By Adalyn
April 1, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Final day of watching little Lord Eadric Laurent: Earlier during his visit, I took Lord Eadric outside for target practice with blunted objects. Harmless. He thought it was great fun. How was I to know the idea would remain in his head and inspire him to throw silverware during dinner? I'm also in need of tips for getting paint out of things. (And by things, I do mean everything.)
The prospect of having children now seems a bit more daunting. Gods bless the Laurent nannies.
The prospect of having children now seems a bit more daunting. Gods bless the Laurent nannies.
Written By Cambria
April 1, 2020, 6:37 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
What you may want to do for your friends may not always be what they want, despite your best intentions. Sometimes, it is the modest gestures, the humble acts, that have the most meaning - and not the expensive parties or grandiose gifts.
Written By Amari
April 1, 2020, 5:35 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Well, someone's a very grumpy boy. Restitution is not theft.
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