Written By Raya
March 29, 2020, 4:32 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I was honored to be able to attend the re-opening of Gloria's shrine. But I'm not sure I will be able to get the smell of burning bear fur out of my clothes.
Written By Asher
March 29, 2020, 3:58 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
After a long few weeks, I've got them ready - the Fabron couple's wedding bands. Sure, they're commoners, but they wanted rings. Made of Star Iron. So I got to work, and by the Gods, it's always surprising how long it takes for Star Iron to smelt properly. How long it takes to take the proper shape. Adding the gems, the Iridescite, even the Stygian, was easier. But now, it's done, and I have time to spare. It won't be long before I'm up again, ready to work, but I'm going to enjoy the time relaxing.
If only I knew how to give it some manner of other protection. Limerance, if you see this, or if Vellichor tells you - because this is indeed written after all - then bless those rings with some manner of shielding, to keep Jules and Svana safe. They deserve it.
If only I knew how to give it some manner of other protection. Limerance, if you see this, or if Vellichor tells you - because this is indeed written after all - then bless those rings with some manner of shielding, to keep Jules and Svana safe. They deserve it.
Written By Clara
March 29, 2020, 3:55 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Svana
I actually like Svana. She's fun to be around and I sympathize with her greatly. I am happy to know her and am looking forward to knowing her for years to come. Actually, she gave me a beautiful dress for my birthday and though I will have to wait a few months to wear it it is a beautiful gown. I told her she didn't need to get me a present but she made me something anyways. That was very sweet of her. Not to say I like her because she gave me something but I like what she gave me in part because I like her. The dress is beautiful on its own but to get a gift from a friend... a gift that has had so much work put into it? That is a great honor. I have asked her to make another dress for me. One for a special occasion that I will be very excited to wear when the time comes. She also asked me to do her a great honor, twice over, as well and I'm looking forward to that too.
Written By Mikani
March 29, 2020, 3:50 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
In the words of the great Elder Leonard Nemoy
Because
I have known despair
I value hope
Because
I have tasted frustration
I value fulfillment
Because I have been lonely
I value love
Because
I have known despair
I value hope
Because
I have tasted frustration
I value fulfillment
Because I have been lonely
I value love
Written By Corrigan
March 29, 2020, 3:47 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
Oh, I get it!
A messy lump of sap for a sappy mess of a person.
Very clever.
A messy lump of sap for a sappy mess of a person.
Very clever.
Written By Mikani
March 29, 2020, 3:43 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Gods and Spirits
Keep my anger from becoming meanness.
Keep my sorrow from collapsing into self-pity.
Keep my heart soft enough to keep breaking.
Keep my anger turned towards justice, not cruelty.
Remind me that all of this, every bit of this is for love.
Keep me fiercely kind.
Keep my anger from becoming meanness.
Keep my sorrow from collapsing into self-pity.
Keep my heart soft enough to keep breaking.
Keep my anger turned towards justice, not cruelty.
Remind me that all of this, every bit of this is for love.
Keep me fiercely kind.
Written By Martino
March 29, 2020, 3:34 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
A tournament well done. The Southport Bowl worked at such a treat with the fine displays.
The Marquessa and I shall have to remember, next time, to host it in the summer. So we do not quite freeze our dear entrants.
Senior Level Winner: Prince Fecundo
Legendary Level Winner: Sydney
Each time the final between them and their opponent so close. Utterly capturing.
The Marquessa and I shall have to remember, next time, to host it in the summer. So we do not quite freeze our dear entrants.
Senior Level Winner: Prince Fecundo
Legendary Level Winner: Sydney
Each time the final between them and their opponent so close. Utterly capturing.
Written By Martino
March 29, 2020, 3:29 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
When you arrived in the city, you were Lady 'Cady' as you kept saying over-and-over. You forged your own path, cutting through where avenues that might block, and later married one that you both loved and wanted to help. You journeyed to the North and welcomed by those in Bonespire, taking in their traditions and their values - aiding them on their journey within the Compact.
You saw them rise, as you did to, to a March and set them on a firm step forward. Giving your husband not one, but two children to allow the linage to continue on should anything happen to the Warden of the Ice.
Arx helped you grow and you helped Bonespire grow. May the Wheel return you to us, in time.
My shoes will certainly, not ever, forget you.
Not that many will forget the story that you wrote.
You saw them rise, as you did to, to a March and set them on a firm step forward. Giving your husband not one, but two children to allow the linage to continue on should anything happen to the Warden of the Ice.
Arx helped you grow and you helped Bonespire grow. May the Wheel return you to us, in time.
My shoes will certainly, not ever, forget you.
Not that many will forget the story that you wrote.
Written By Amari
March 29, 2020, 3:20 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
That was a lovely little island and a wonderful place to visit. I'd like to return (preferably in the summer), and spend more than a day enjoying the peaceful grove, the playful wind, the water falls, the view from the high cliffs and the sea crashing below.
Perhaps we'll find an equally idyllic isle in the south. There, I'll try not to run so far ahead as I did. I was just desperate to stretch my legs and see something other than sky and sea stretching from one horizon to the other after so long stuck aboard the boat.
Not that the boat itself was to blame. It was a fine one, and Goode Sal a great captain with a deep well of patience for silly questions.
Perhaps we'll find an equally idyllic isle in the south. There, I'll try not to run so far ahead as I did. I was just desperate to stretch my legs and see something other than sky and sea stretching from one horizon to the other after so long stuck aboard the boat.
Not that the boat itself was to blame. It was a fine one, and Goode Sal a great captain with a deep well of patience for silly questions.
Written By Lisebet
March 29, 2020, 2:23 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I have just learned that Marquessa Arcadia died heroically. I am perhaps a bit behind the times, but this does happen occasionally.
She was my protege for a while, and someone I counted a friend.
I shall miss her very much.
She was my protege for a while, and someone I counted a friend.
I shall miss her very much.
Written By Tanith
March 29, 2020, 2:02 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
My experience with ornamentation is limited, though as I've written about before I've made a design or two for them that know how to make the things I dream up. I'm starting to appreciate the specifics of jewelry though, but my first real experience with it was Evaristo Arterius. Have you seen that man, scholar? He steps into the sunlight and it's like the most blinding candle festival, ever. Everything he wears tends to throw the light and color back at you and you stagger backwards like you're struck. Too much.
But sometimes, he'll wander by wearing less jewels and I can appreciate the singular items and pieces. Some of them can have stories, come of them are from people that mean something. And of course, it's not just him, but he seems to be the -loudest- with what he runs around in. Seen plenty of travellers come in wearing this thing or that, often a bit of treasure from a journey or something saved up with precious coin, easily broken down for trade on the run.
Jewelry can also be a symbol, too. Ask anyone that's married, they'll show you their vow-gift. Sometimes it's not rings, either, seen some fancy bracelets, necklaces. Saw an anklet once that looks like it was welded on, scar and all. Practical, I thought.
Think my mother's corrupted me, though; the stuff I like is simpler made, solid stuff like bangles, or collars of metal that sit low on the neck, rest just above the chest in an uninterrupted gleam of silver. A few crews come in wearing things like that, say it's better when it wears down, doesn't catch the light and each mark left behind is memory. I like that. Wearing something until it's smooth and pearlescent almost, rough and soft both, gleaming like satin.
I've been surrounded by baubles of late, on people and in my hands to pass on to others. I never saw the appeal but, I'm worried, scholar. I'm starting to.
But sometimes, he'll wander by wearing less jewels and I can appreciate the singular items and pieces. Some of them can have stories, come of them are from people that mean something. And of course, it's not just him, but he seems to be the -loudest- with what he runs around in. Seen plenty of travellers come in wearing this thing or that, often a bit of treasure from a journey or something saved up with precious coin, easily broken down for trade on the run.
Jewelry can also be a symbol, too. Ask anyone that's married, they'll show you their vow-gift. Sometimes it's not rings, either, seen some fancy bracelets, necklaces. Saw an anklet once that looks like it was welded on, scar and all. Practical, I thought.
Think my mother's corrupted me, though; the stuff I like is simpler made, solid stuff like bangles, or collars of metal that sit low on the neck, rest just above the chest in an uninterrupted gleam of silver. A few crews come in wearing things like that, say it's better when it wears down, doesn't catch the light and each mark left behind is memory. I like that. Wearing something until it's smooth and pearlescent almost, rough and soft both, gleaming like satin.
I've been surrounded by baubles of late, on people and in my hands to pass on to others. I never saw the appeal but, I'm worried, scholar. I'm starting to.
Written By Drake
March 29, 2020, 1:58 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
I told you I promised to come back alive.
You said you weren't sure that you could make such a promise.
I wish you had promised, Arcadia.
But I understand. You did what you believed necessary. You always would have.
I will defend your honor even though the breath is gone from you. I will always be your champion.
You said you weren't sure that you could make such a promise.
I wish you had promised, Arcadia.
But I understand. You did what you believed necessary. You always would have.
I will defend your honor even though the breath is gone from you. I will always be your champion.
Written By Lisebet
March 29, 2020, 1:40 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
I have a proclamation to write - I suppose I should be doing that, rather than writing in my journal.
Written By Veronica
March 29, 2020, 1:34 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kastelon
Kastelon's always been a little after my own heart. If I didn't have enough brothers already, he would have fitted in great with the family. It'll be good to have him in the city for a while.
Written By Svana
March 29, 2020, 1:28 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
And so it goes.
I have made many difficult decisions recently that tear at my heartstrings; particularly now that Cady has been returned to the wheel, as those who believe in the pantheon call it.
What is supposed to be a happy time in my life has been marred with some of the cruelest circumstances. I assure you that if this journal entry sounds particularly selfish, it is. I earned my happiness long ago and to have it dangling in front of me without being able to enjoy it is a swift kick in the head.
Largely, Arcadia and I butted heads, particularly just before she died... but that does not mean I ever wanted to see her go in such a brutal way... I cannot imagine. I do not want to imagine. I have sat with her body in her snow. I do not want her to be alone. At the same time, I want to return to Stahlben Hall and scoop her children up. They are too young; she has a newborn, for feck's sake. He will never know her, but Genevieve will, and it's going to hurt her the most. I loved Arcadia even if she and I didn't always agree. She did many good turns for so many others... she died trying to save those she cared about.
Just as two children should lose their mother, I have found out that I am to become a mother. I have prayed for this child and it is a blessing from Limerance - that is what Lady Esme told me. I believe that. It feels wrong to be happy about it though. My marriage and the news of a baby have been overshadowed by so much grief and strain that I wonder if there will ever be a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
And so it goes...
I have made many difficult decisions recently that tear at my heartstrings; particularly now that Cady has been returned to the wheel, as those who believe in the pantheon call it.
What is supposed to be a happy time in my life has been marred with some of the cruelest circumstances. I assure you that if this journal entry sounds particularly selfish, it is. I earned my happiness long ago and to have it dangling in front of me without being able to enjoy it is a swift kick in the head.
Largely, Arcadia and I butted heads, particularly just before she died... but that does not mean I ever wanted to see her go in such a brutal way... I cannot imagine. I do not want to imagine. I have sat with her body in her snow. I do not want her to be alone. At the same time, I want to return to Stahlben Hall and scoop her children up. They are too young; she has a newborn, for feck's sake. He will never know her, but Genevieve will, and it's going to hurt her the most. I loved Arcadia even if she and I didn't always agree. She did many good turns for so many others... she died trying to save those she cared about.
Just as two children should lose their mother, I have found out that I am to become a mother. I have prayed for this child and it is a blessing from Limerance - that is what Lady Esme told me. I believe that. It feels wrong to be happy about it though. My marriage and the news of a baby have been overshadowed by so much grief and strain that I wonder if there will ever be a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
And so it goes...
Written By Jael
March 29, 2020, 1:26 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Does anyone have a recommendation for someone who is really good at cleaning leather armor? Really really really good?
Written By Valencia
March 29, 2020, 1:05 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
And another a vibrant voice among us is silenced.
I want to find words, but it seems I have none.
I hope will find them tomorrow.
My heart to those who are suffering.
~~~~~~<~<@
I want to find words, but it seems I have none.
I hope will find them tomorrow.
My heart to those who are suffering.
~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Rymarr
March 29, 2020, 12:37 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
I miss you, friend. I still wear my bracelet, but not for much longer I think. I don't need it to know who my friends are. It's a trinket. It's a toy. Our friendship can exist without it.
I hope you're achieving all you wish to achieve in this turn.
If not? Then work harder. Those are instructions that I should follow myself.
I hope you're achieving all you wish to achieve in this turn.
If not? Then work harder. Those are instructions that I should follow myself.
Written By Bhandn
March 29, 2020, 12:09 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Juniper
I waited to write this out of respect for those who knew her better, so that they had the right to share their recollections first. It didn't seem proper to me, otherwise. With that in mind, I share my first meeting with Sister Juniper. It is not one that some would call very noteworthy, but I care not for such opinions. They were not there.
I'd been doing work in the Boroughs, particularly with seeing to the needs of some of the institutions set up there. Supplies, in this case, for the Hospice at which Sister Juniper gave her time. I had no sooner opened the door and my mouth to announce the purpose of my visit, when I became soaking wet from the bucket of water that was being discarded. I can clearly remember the moment after I became doused, and how she quickly ushered me in so that I can towel off and get dry. We then talked over tea while my shirt finished drying by the fire.
Regretfully, I can't recall the entire conversation; I've never been one to write down everything I do, unless it seemed of considerable import, most of which have been reports. Despite that, I can remember that the discussion was amicable and that I promised tea and the ingredients for making a fine stew. I can't remember words, but I can remember the supplies clearly. My father would have said that's because a merchant must always remember their clientele's needs, and perhaps there's more than a grain of truth to that. I hope that she and those in her care enjoyed the meals.
I'd been doing work in the Boroughs, particularly with seeing to the needs of some of the institutions set up there. Supplies, in this case, for the Hospice at which Sister Juniper gave her time. I had no sooner opened the door and my mouth to announce the purpose of my visit, when I became soaking wet from the bucket of water that was being discarded. I can clearly remember the moment after I became doused, and how she quickly ushered me in so that I can towel off and get dry. We then talked over tea while my shirt finished drying by the fire.
Regretfully, I can't recall the entire conversation; I've never been one to write down everything I do, unless it seemed of considerable import, most of which have been reports. Despite that, I can remember that the discussion was amicable and that I promised tea and the ingredients for making a fine stew. I can't remember words, but I can remember the supplies clearly. My father would have said that's because a merchant must always remember their clientele's needs, and perhaps there's more than a grain of truth to that. I hope that she and those in her care enjoyed the meals.
Written By Fecundo
March 29, 2020, 10:26 a.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
So...only second to the arrival of my nephew and niece was winning the Senior Division of the Southport Bowl. Many fine combatants out there (though I still think my cousin Domonico influenced someone to keep me out of the Legendary ranked contest) who put up one hell of a fight.
Congratulations as well to the winner of the Legendary ranked contest, Sydney (my cousin went out first, in case you were wondering). I will have to wonder how I would have fared facing her.
She was very generous in joining me in donating our winnings to the Mercies in their effort to build a hospital.
Congratulations as well to the winner of the Legendary ranked contest, Sydney (my cousin went out first, in case you were wondering). I will have to wonder how I would have fared facing her.
She was very generous in joining me in donating our winnings to the Mercies in their effort to build a hospital.
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