Written By Mirari
March 28, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I have asked this question many times, myself. As if I am cursed by Limerance to always be withheld his gaze. But, no. I have gone back and read through my own journals and I found I know the answer, at least for myself.
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Written By Dycard
March 28, 2020, noon(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
RE: Love
You'll know it when you feel it, I'm told.
You'll know it when you feel it, I'm told.
Written By Sydney
March 28, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Leave it to the Lowers alone to know me by any real measure. A prospective Champion I may be, but I think many and more guardsmen would struggle to pick me out of a crowd. I suspect it shall be this way for some time to come.
Let me put this to pen: If you need someone to stand for your cause, remember that a wide array of Champions are at your disposal, from noble to common, from heavy weaponry to bare fists, that's the purpose of Champions.
We fight so that you needn't.
Let me put this to pen: If you need someone to stand for your cause, remember that a wide array of Champions are at your disposal, from noble to common, from heavy weaponry to bare fists, that's the purpose of Champions.
We fight so that you needn't.
Written By Iseulet
March 28, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Love is insanity.
Anyone that says anything else is just sugar coating it.
Not that I don't enjoy the sugar coating, or even the madness. It's the sweetest drug.
Anyone that says anything else is just sugar coating it.
Not that I don't enjoy the sugar coating, or even the madness. It's the sweetest drug.
Written By Rysen
March 28, 2020, 11:12 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
[The following was delivered to the Great Archive of Vellichor by Lygeia, the retainer of Lord Rysen Crovane. She affirms that the following was written by the hand of Rukhnis al-Katibi at the request of Lord Rysen. The script matches that of the Crovane Minister of Medicine, and the seal on the parchment is Lord Rysen's. It has thus been submitted to the White Journals as requested. - Scholar Rufus Winesop, Disciple of Vellichor.]
Marquessa Arcadia died in battle in the Stormridge Mountains during a rescue mission. Petrichor and Gloria have delivered her into the arms of the Queen. I will write more when I reach Stormwall and can hold a quill.
Marquessa Arcadia died in battle in the Stormridge Mountains during a rescue mission. Petrichor and Gloria have delivered her into the arms of the Queen. I will write more when I reach Stormwall and can hold a quill.
Written By Sydney
March 28, 2020, 10:44 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
There's hardly anything so fantastic as watching a melee in the middle of a howling snowstorm. A great deal of martial prowess on display, with several of the fighters absolutely refusing to go down until well past the point of reason. I have but one regret.
...why did none of them USE the snow!? Kick it at one another. It stings the eyes. Creates opportunities. If you're lucky, you'll get some mud in there too.
No one did it.
It will haunt me to my last days.
...why did none of them USE the snow!? Kick it at one another. It stings the eyes. Creates opportunities. If you're lucky, you'll get some mud in there too.
No one did it.
It will haunt me to my last days.
Written By Porter
March 28, 2020, 9:27 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Well, I knew you were too stubborn to die.
At least now I can finally get some real sleep. I'm almost positive that I could lay down and not wake up for the next couple of weeks.
At least now I can finally get some real sleep. I'm almost positive that I could lay down and not wake up for the next couple of weeks.
Written By Esme
March 28, 2020, 8:28 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Clara
When one gets injured in a rather serious way there are things one might not want to do.
1. Pretend like nothing happened
2. Hang out in cold places (I try not to do this anyways)
3. Go to a meeting with friends
I had been with a group of people and I just felt myself feeling worse. Then feeling even more worse, so I thought it best to take myself home.
This was fine plan except I had sustained a serious wound that was getting progressively worse. Lady Clara came to see to that need. She worked efficiently and effectively. She didn't even berate me for not running to the mercies first. So thank you so much Lady Clara for helping me. You may have actually saved my life .
1. Pretend like nothing happened
2. Hang out in cold places (I try not to do this anyways)
3. Go to a meeting with friends
I had been with a group of people and I just felt myself feeling worse. Then feeling even more worse, so I thought it best to take myself home.
This was fine plan except I had sustained a serious wound that was getting progressively worse. Lady Clara came to see to that need. She worked efficiently and effectively. She didn't even berate me for not running to the mercies first. So thank you so much Lady Clara for helping me. You may have actually saved my life .
Written By Lucene
March 28, 2020, 8:07 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I think that's a question to have to find your own answer to, lass.
Written By Corrigan
March 28, 2020, 6:49 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
-"Is that what love is? Stupidity?"-
I think your other advisers have answered that /far/ better than I could have, sweetheart.
I think your other advisers have answered that /far/ better than I could have, sweetheart.
Written By Zoey
March 28, 2020, 6:47 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Thank the gods and the rescue party, my husband has been returned to me at last!
Written By Martino
March 28, 2020, 6:46 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kritr
Today I saw a man smear oil upon himself, climb into the training ring, and swing ax to crash down those before him. All during these cold winter months.
Northerners are sturdy.
Northerners are sturdy.
Written By Vitalis
March 28, 2020, 2:59 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Messere Mirari asked this question not long ago and my answer is the same:
Resonance. Sacrifice.
Resonance. Sacrifice.
Written By Monique
March 28, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
'The Salacious Tale of the Baron and His Rose' Who are you, and when will you write more, mystery author? I'm a fan already. Feel free to leave books in the library any time!
Written By Korka
March 27, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Corrigan
One word.
Written By Miranda
March 27, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I don't know if we've met Revell, but love...
Love is that moment when another enters the room and it changes your world.
Even if just for that moment.
It's the sound of a voice that comforts you in the dark.
The comfort of arms holding you tight when you cry.
The laughter shared, the kind, especially, that brings tears of joy to your eyes.
Love is grief so deep you can't stand it another day, but you must. To forget that love is to kill a part of yourself. To forget or ignore it is to cripple a part of your heart in a way that may never be mended properly.
Love is a horrible argument that leaves you in sobbing tears.
Love is quiet moments before a fire.
Love is supporting each other.
Love is complete acceptance.
Love is not fitting just one person in your heart.
Love can be many people.
Love doesn't care about what is right or wrong.
It just is.
Love lifts your heart so high you feel like you're soaring.
Love rips and tears at your heart when you least expect it.
Love is feeling. Love is feeling it all. The good. The bad. The sad. The happy. The fear. The courage.
Love is wrapping yourself up in everything it is, accepting it, pain and all.
Love just is.
Love is that moment when another enters the room and it changes your world.
Even if just for that moment.
It's the sound of a voice that comforts you in the dark.
The comfort of arms holding you tight when you cry.
The laughter shared, the kind, especially, that brings tears of joy to your eyes.
Love is grief so deep you can't stand it another day, but you must. To forget that love is to kill a part of yourself. To forget or ignore it is to cripple a part of your heart in a way that may never be mended properly.
Love is a horrible argument that leaves you in sobbing tears.
Love is quiet moments before a fire.
Love is supporting each other.
Love is complete acceptance.
Love is not fitting just one person in your heart.
Love can be many people.
Love doesn't care about what is right or wrong.
It just is.
Love lifts your heart so high you feel like you're soaring.
Love rips and tears at your heart when you least expect it.
Love is feeling. Love is feeling it all. The good. The bad. The sad. The happy. The fear. The courage.
Love is wrapping yourself up in everything it is, accepting it, pain and all.
Love just is.
Written By Tanith
March 27, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Snowball fight in Nightingale Park. No clear winner. I thought for sure that first snowball was going to land me on my ass. Turns out? Completely right. On my ass, right in a snowbank, and if you think there's anything scarier than Raymesin Ulbran Abyss-bent on launching himself at you like a human arrow, you'd be wrong. All teeth, that smile; face like a predator.
I think Revell and I lost -often-. Ras pulled off some legendary maneuvers. Lord Dycard fell to Ulbran's best again and again and again. And again. The Lord's shameful use of Revell as a shield? -Hilarious-. Er. I mean, horrifying. Yeah that. -Awful-.
Note to future me: Apparently if you can throw a deadly knife you can throw a spectacular snowball. It was glorious, scholar. He got the Lord right in the face, half a dozen times. -Spectacular-. And he looked terrifying while he did it too. But that's Raymesin, isn't it?
I think Revell and I lost -often-. Ras pulled off some legendary maneuvers. Lord Dycard fell to Ulbran's best again and again and again. And again. The Lord's shameful use of Revell as a shield? -Hilarious-. Er. I mean, horrifying. Yeah that. -Awful-.
Note to future me: Apparently if you can throw a deadly knife you can throw a spectacular snowball. It was glorious, scholar. He got the Lord right in the face, half a dozen times. -Spectacular-. And he looked terrifying while he did it too. But that's Raymesin, isn't it?
Written By Philippe
March 27, 2020, 7:05 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Augusto Supreme is a fine horse. A mountain of a beast, a fierce black stallion that would be the envy of any breeder. There is no better prize from an adventure than to gain another boon companion such as he. The spring will truly be promising.
Written By Raymesin
March 27, 2020, 7:02 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Just had to share this with someone, Scholar. Overheard at the Murder last night:
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I wouldn't upset the barmaid if I were you, mate. That's Tanith.
Who?
Tanith Grayhope. The woman who threw that mouthy Inquisition idiot out last night, landed him right in that puddle in the street. The one who went a few rounds with the Champion, Sydney, and got some licks in. The one who got herself launched at by that murderous Ulbran and came out on top. /Tanith/.
Oh. Oh wow. Yeah. Nice and quiet, no trouble. Er - yes please, ma'am, another pint.
~~
I wouldn't upset the barmaid if I were you, mate. That's Tanith.
Who?
Tanith Grayhope. The woman who threw that mouthy Inquisition idiot out last night, landed him right in that puddle in the street. The one who went a few rounds with the Champion, Sydney, and got some licks in. The one who got herself launched at by that murderous Ulbran and came out on top. /Tanith/.
Oh. Oh wow. Yeah. Nice and quiet, no trouble. Er - yes please, ma'am, another pint.
Written By Raya
March 27, 2020, 4:45 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Back and forth to the Oathlands. It gives one whiplash.
I love the fresh snow in the morning, before it's been marred by the passing of people and animals. Like a fresh start.
I love the fresh snow in the morning, before it's been marred by the passing of people and animals. Like a fresh start.
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