Written By Domonico
March 15, 2020, 7:37 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
It was a honour to fight beside my fellow Malvici on Caer Morien as well as Lady Clara and Lord Drake.
...Jules was also present..
...Jules was also present..
Written By Shae
March 15, 2020, 7:14 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Peanut shells are excellent tinder for starting rip roaring fires. Using the alcohol to help it, seems a waste of it, but perhaps it was terrible moonshine and it was better used as a fire accelerant. Also who is stupid enough to think, "Gee, I'm on the balcony, lets start a fire on the first floor." Clearly the idiots that did that.
I'm thankful that most of the people made out it before the building collapsed. It seemed that the only people still inside were the arsonists. And we managed to stop the fire from spreading further to the nearby trees and woods. So the damage was minimized.
I'm thankful that most of the people made out it before the building collapsed. It seemed that the only people still inside were the arsonists. And we managed to stop the fire from spreading further to the nearby trees and woods. So the damage was minimized.
Written By Geralt
March 15, 2020, 6:58 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
I woke up this morning in the middle of the beaches, with no recollection how I got there, and wearing someone else's boots. I'm going to assume I had a good night.
Written By Calla
March 15, 2020, 6:37 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
There is a small food cart in Arx that has a peppered noodle and seafood dish that is remarkably similar to something we make at home. A soldier of mine discovered it while traveling through the lower boroughs, and now there's a steady stream of off-duty Legio to the cart. It's close enough to the harbor that the seafood is fresh, and the spices taste as near as one can come using local, cheap ingredients.
Most remarkable is style of fermenting the peppers. It is utterly alien to the denizens of Arx, but can be commonly found back home. I cannot help but wonder the story that lead from Sangris to this cart.
Did a lucky merchant brave the Sea of Skulls and think themselves the victor, only to lose it all in Arx, and start this cart-shop as a final effort to pass something onto his or her descendants?
Was a bitter crewman left unpaid, and with nothing but their memory of a foreign dish, seek to strike out on their own and beat a merchant at their own game?
Perhaps the blooded of Sangris left a departing explorer with a gift, and nine months later, a scion of Sangris was born into Arvum, with no knowledge of their half-native land but the twinkle in their mother's eye, and this recipe.
The owner of the cart says that they took over after the previous owner died many years ago, and *that* owner was unlikely to be the original one, given how dreadfully aged the cart looks. The true story has been lost to ages, I fear. But it is an interesting mote of history to discover in such an unimportant part of an otherwise remarkable city.
Most remarkable is style of fermenting the peppers. It is utterly alien to the denizens of Arx, but can be commonly found back home. I cannot help but wonder the story that lead from Sangris to this cart.
Did a lucky merchant brave the Sea of Skulls and think themselves the victor, only to lose it all in Arx, and start this cart-shop as a final effort to pass something onto his or her descendants?
Was a bitter crewman left unpaid, and with nothing but their memory of a foreign dish, seek to strike out on their own and beat a merchant at their own game?
Perhaps the blooded of Sangris left a departing explorer with a gift, and nine months later, a scion of Sangris was born into Arvum, with no knowledge of their half-native land but the twinkle in their mother's eye, and this recipe.
The owner of the cart says that they took over after the previous owner died many years ago, and *that* owner was unlikely to be the original one, given how dreadfully aged the cart looks. The true story has been lost to ages, I fear. But it is an interesting mote of history to discover in such an unimportant part of an otherwise remarkable city.
Written By Valencia
March 15, 2020, 6:23 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
My people are mobilizing to the defense of the compact and realm once more.
May the hearts of Lycene and our allies burn brave and true so we may do what must be done. May wisdom and intelligence guide us in our task and passion, hope and high spirits light the way to our success.
In truth, I would wish for a peaceful diplomatic defense. Death or harm to anyone, especially innocent people, brings a great sadness to me. But I am not one to turn from a fight, if necessary. We will do what we must.
May the gods protect those who go forth in this task and the Abyss take anyone who stands in our way.
Here's to a quick and easy success.
~~~~~~<~<@
May the hearts of Lycene and our allies burn brave and true so we may do what must be done. May wisdom and intelligence guide us in our task and passion, hope and high spirits light the way to our success.
In truth, I would wish for a peaceful diplomatic defense. Death or harm to anyone, especially innocent people, brings a great sadness to me. But I am not one to turn from a fight, if necessary. We will do what we must.
May the gods protect those who go forth in this task and the Abyss take anyone who stands in our way.
Here's to a quick and easy success.
~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Cadern
March 15, 2020, 5:58 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
The trouble with research is that often it's months of dancing around a subject until you realize that you've been looking along a parallel path. Sometimes you perhaps just need to charge directly at the subject even if you know you won't have the right context. The First Flame it seems shows up in my research more often than I've got explanation for. I wonder where it will lead.
Written By Kedehern
March 15, 2020, 5:49 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
You forgot to mention the part where half the people below decided to run up said burning stairs, rather than doing the smart thing and getting out of the burning building. I'm sure Baron Norwood will be ecstatic to learn that bit, and which half it was.
I value our friendship, and I've come to think of you as part of my own family, but I have to say I'd feel so very much better if I was the one doing the amazingly foolish bits, and you were instead using your head.
The same also goes for you, Adalyn.
I value our friendship, and I've come to think of you as part of my own family, but I have to say I'd feel so very much better if I was the one doing the amazingly foolish bits, and you were instead using your head.
The same also goes for you, Adalyn.
Written By Corrigan
March 15, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
It always tickles me when someone claims to have lost, hurt, bled, cried - whatever - 'more than you could know.'
Maybe ask what someone else /does/ know before passing judgement, Godbotherer.
Maybe ask what someone else /does/ know before passing judgement, Godbotherer.
Written By Allegra
March 15, 2020, 5:37 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
I am not used to life being so busy! Time is going by far too quickly to get everything done. I am beginning to understand my cousin's comments about the need for a good assistant. But I would much rather be busy than bored.
Written By Sabella
March 15, 2020, 5:20 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
It was so amazing to be a part of Lady Monique's Tournament of Thorns pre-games! I met so many people and heard so many amazing stories some of which absolutely took my breath away! I adored each and every one even those that didn't qualify and I hope to see everyone at the games!
Written By Hamish
March 15, 2020, 4:41 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
To all of those who sent congratulations or gifts of crickets and flies, Mother Tegenaria and her Harlequins thank you.
The children are doing excellently and we will make an announcement when it is time for the spiderlings to mount their mother and feast on her liquified internals.
(I kid.)
(It will be a private affair.)
The children are doing excellently and we will make an announcement when it is time for the spiderlings to mount their mother and feast on her liquified internals.
(I kid.)
(It will be a private affair.)
Written By Bianca
March 15, 2020, 4:33 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Winter is fast approaching; I believe my cover crops are all planted. It's rather admirable to me, how something as simple as a field pea can persevere through such cold times.
It is a fine reminder that life can not only endure in every season, but find purpose in it -- even the harshest.
It is a fine reminder that life can not only endure in every season, but find purpose in it -- even the harshest.
Written By Catalana
March 15, 2020, 3:26 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
I have been gifted a goat. It gets nervous and then screams, faints and then instantly recovers.
I'm not certain if this person likes or hates me. Plus, I now have to added concern of Lord Ian possibly eating my shrieking new friend. Perhaps it is best if Duke Aethan is gifted the goat? I mean, what could go wrong?
I'm not certain if this person likes or hates me. Plus, I now have to added concern of Lord Ian possibly eating my shrieking new friend. Perhaps it is best if Duke Aethan is gifted the goat? I mean, what could go wrong?
Written By Ailith
March 15, 2020, 3:24 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Thank you to everyone who has shown me how beautiful the love of the pantheon is to them. For every offering, I realized how valuable each of our voices are and how unique our messages became that when combined can be -- a shining beacon of hope.
To you, thank you. My private words should have been delivered to each of you individually for words are not enough to show my gratitude.
To you, thank you. My private words should have been delivered to each of you individually for words are not enough to show my gratitude.
Written By Miranda
March 15, 2020, 3:12 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Helena
A poem.. I need to write a poem about freedom.
...
I promised to at least -try- and I find I've slacked off far too many days! Weeks!
...
Oh, the pressure!
Something about ... well, I'm not going to make it public or someone will steal it! ...
Yes, yes, this will do...
I'll get it done!
...
I promised to at least -try- and I find I've slacked off far too many days! Weeks!
...
Oh, the pressure!
Something about ... well, I'm not going to make it public or someone will steal it! ...
Yes, yes, this will do...
I'll get it done!
Written By Dagon
March 15, 2020, 2:41 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
I need to speak with so many people that its practically a giant headache. But that's what I get for travelling for so long.
Hopefully Margot hasn't done anything foolish while I was away.
Hopefully Margot hasn't done anything foolish while I was away.
Written By Brigid
March 15, 2020, 2:39 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Aedric
I received word of his being called in to prepare the naval fleet for New Hope and while I can't help but feel relieved that he at least gave me word of his going, there is a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of his having to go at all.
The roses haven't faded yet in their vase, still golden and fully petaled - perhaps their blooms are telling me of something yet to come, or maybe they're just flowers and I'm being silly.
The roses haven't faded yet in their vase, still golden and fully petaled - perhaps their blooms are telling me of something yet to come, or maybe they're just flowers and I'm being silly.
Written By Nina
March 15, 2020, 2:07 p.m.(12/7/1012 AR)
I hope that the song I have composed about freedom is as happily received as the one I wrote about coffee. Of course, it is a song about a much more serious matter. But I am always so eager to share my song with everyone, whether silly or serious. It feels like a long time until my next performance, but practice makes perfect!
Written By Preston
March 15, 2020, 6:09 a.m.(12/7/1012 AR)
And so it is done. The votes taken. The die cast.
The Faith is clear and united - this Eurusi invasion, the Dune Emperor and his armies, are a threat that must be ended.
The Faith is clear and united - this Eurusi invasion, the Dune Emperor and his armies, are a threat that must be ended.
Written By Kritr
March 15, 2020, 3:40 a.m.(12/7/1012 AR)
Two years in Everwinter. Studying the spirits of the North. Talking to the people that live on the edge of the ice and water. Between this world and the next. I forgot what Arx was like. I forgot what beer tasted like. I FORGOT BEER!
Two years was too long.
Two years was too long.
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