Written By Gunnar
Feb. 22, 2020, 9:04 a.m.(10/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Llewella
A month, or as near that as anyone might judge, after stepping on to the same path as that of my wife. A woman that has strength to match my own, though it is not that of sinew and bone like mine, but that of mind and spirit - a compliment to me.
Though it would seem daily that the task I've set my hand to, the role I have taken up, grows - it is surmountable, it can be brought to heel. We, my wife and I, shall make of Melaeris a home like none other for us and ours.
Though it would seem daily that the task I've set my hand to, the role I have taken up, grows - it is surmountable, it can be brought to heel. We, my wife and I, shall make of Melaeris a home like none other for us and ours.
Written By Arcadia
Feb. 22, 2020, 4:44 a.m.(10/19/1012 AR)
I do not recommend becoming a human pin cushion. Ouch.
Written By Vanora
Feb. 21, 2020, 9:16 p.m.(10/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
It is an absolute joy to reconnect with the Duchess Fidante, whom I always admired as a girl in the Lyceum. With everything upon the shoulders of the nobility at present, I have a feeling that she and I could do some wonderful things together.
Written By Miranda
Feb. 21, 2020, 8:22 p.m.(10/18/1012 AR)
I am 20 or 21 weeks along... My babies (Surprise) have decided they do not like anything lemon or, perhaps, citrusy. Not the smell, the sight, or the flavor.
I've been craving a voyage on the sea.
I've been cranky a little and also deliriously happy.
Impending Motherhood aka Emotional Topsy-Turvy. Like being on a ship during a tempest.
Strangely, I am not upset by the craziness that is me or my emotions.
I've been craving a voyage on the sea.
I've been cranky a little and also deliriously happy.
Impending Motherhood aka Emotional Topsy-Turvy. Like being on a ship during a tempest.
Strangely, I am not upset by the craziness that is me or my emotions.
Written By Sabine
Feb. 21, 2020, 5:26 p.m.(10/18/1012 AR)
There was a time when nothing would stay my hand against those who threatened my interests. Perhaps it is Nurie's influence, or motherhood has made me sentimental. I have never considered it weakness to take my time in making a decision. But this feels more like hesitation than consideration.
In other news we have returned from Iriscal. I gave my people a week of festivities and celebration. The week was concluded with a ceremony in which the family dedicated ourselves to the future welfare and well-being of the March. Ceremony has its place but this ran deeper. The bond I have always felt to protect and improve has been formalized. The conduct of my entire life has been made real, before witnesses, not just for me but for all.
It is possible to be so bound and to find freedom in the bond.
In other news we have returned from Iriscal. I gave my people a week of festivities and celebration. The week was concluded with a ceremony in which the family dedicated ourselves to the future welfare and well-being of the March. Ceremony has its place but this ran deeper. The bond I have always felt to protect and improve has been formalized. The conduct of my entire life has been made real, before witnesses, not just for me but for all.
It is possible to be so bound and to find freedom in the bond.
Written By Revell
Feb. 21, 2020, 4:31 p.m.(10/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mayir
SUBJECT: MAYIR GREYHOPE
Another kind soul who offered me a meal and a drink. Ale is not my favourite, but the generosity was appreciated. The poultry stew was /amazing/ though. I would definitely recommend the place to others. But be warned! I heard tales of a mistake that resulted in rancid meals being served. Scandalous.
Fortunately, everyone in their right mind knows that the best people are those that have made mistakes in the past and are now trying their hardest to make up for it. Well, in this case, it can apply to businesses as well.
Aside from being a good sort, it seems like he's also someone important in the Lower Boroughs. He talked of businesses and the fact that he owns a Caravel. A Caravel! I'll have to see it with my own two eyes to believe him. Oh, he also saw fit to mention that he was rich.
It made me snicker. But, I suppose that if I were rich, or owned such a grand ship, I'd want to talk about it too.
Before he tossed me out - kindly - he offered to help me set up shop here in Arx. I'll consider it carefully before deciding, as I need to make sure I'm ready for that kind of commitment in my life.
He's very trusting. Sure, he had back-up plans aplenty should his trust be broken but.. still, I hope it rarely is.
Another kind soul who offered me a meal and a drink. Ale is not my favourite, but the generosity was appreciated. The poultry stew was /amazing/ though. I would definitely recommend the place to others. But be warned! I heard tales of a mistake that resulted in rancid meals being served. Scandalous.
Fortunately, everyone in their right mind knows that the best people are those that have made mistakes in the past and are now trying their hardest to make up for it. Well, in this case, it can apply to businesses as well.
Aside from being a good sort, it seems like he's also someone important in the Lower Boroughs. He talked of businesses and the fact that he owns a Caravel. A Caravel! I'll have to see it with my own two eyes to believe him. Oh, he also saw fit to mention that he was rich.
It made me snicker. But, I suppose that if I were rich, or owned such a grand ship, I'd want to talk about it too.
Before he tossed me out - kindly - he offered to help me set up shop here in Arx. I'll consider it carefully before deciding, as I need to make sure I'm ready for that kind of commitment in my life.
He's very trusting. Sure, he had back-up plans aplenty should his trust be broken but.. still, I hope it rarely is.
Written By Gaspar
Feb. 21, 2020, 2:38 p.m.(10/18/1012 AR)
It's a wonderful thing, to be surprised. There has been a great deal of that over the last several days. Progress has been made on projects, connections have been made with darling people. I even got to see sweet Lottie Parkins for the first time in an age.
Some would wait for the other shoe to drop, to stamp out the enthusiasm and hopefulness of tomorrow. Some would say it's only a matter of time before fortune becomes folly.
I choose not to believe that. This is the beginning of great things for myself, for Velenosa and for the Compact.
Some would wait for the other shoe to drop, to stamp out the enthusiasm and hopefulness of tomorrow. Some would say it's only a matter of time before fortune becomes folly.
I choose not to believe that. This is the beginning of great things for myself, for Velenosa and for the Compact.
Written By Brannen
Feb. 21, 2020, 12:41 p.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
Sometimes coincidences happen. And I wonder if what we call "chance" may actually be the will and deed of the Gods. I am certain that they touch our lives, but I suppose we are unable to see the divine spark hidden in the acts of others. The strong ones try to reduce the burden of the weak, the rich share their wealth with the poor -- and sometimes the hurt forgive their assailants.
Acts of kindness and forgiving are humbling. They remind me how grateful I should be that we are not alone. There are always turbulent storms in our life that make us forget the calmer waters, the silent moments of respite. We cannot always sail through the storm, sometimes we have to use the silence of the night to repair our vessels and sails to venture into the next voyage, to endure and withstand the next storm. And again and again.
Acts of kindness and forgiving are humbling. They remind me how grateful I should be that we are not alone. There are always turbulent storms in our life that make us forget the calmer waters, the silent moments of respite. We cannot always sail through the storm, sometimes we have to use the silence of the night to repair our vessels and sails to venture into the next voyage, to endure and withstand the next storm. And again and again.
Written By Nina
Feb. 21, 2020, 12:26 p.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
Now that I have entered the Bard's College, I am learning about the Heroes of Legend. I have begun study of all of Princess Sorrel's songs about the great heroes!
Ah, to be remembered forever in song! I want to write about a hero some day. But there's so much to learn about the old heroes! Should I write about the old heroes ...or shall new heroes arise?!
Ah, to be remembered forever in song! I want to write about a hero some day. But there's so much to learn about the old heroes! Should I write about the old heroes ...or shall new heroes arise?!
Written By Revell
Feb. 21, 2020, 12:10 p.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
SUBJECT: RAS
I met Ras in the Murder of Crows, where I attempted to sell him a flower. I adore the weirdness that are business transactions. We somehow went from me offering him a flower for free if he admitted to looking pitiful, to haggling about the price (5 silver is cheap), only for him to eventually pay the full price /and/ add a meal on top of it. Success!
We talked for a bit, and he seems dad, but not in a weighed-down way. He certainly hasn't given up after experiencing.. whatever it is that he has experienced in his life. (I'll find out what that is eventually, this I swear.)
And I am sorry to anyone who might reads this entry, because I have to share this part of the conversation because otherwise, I won't be able to stop thinking about it; while we disgussed flowers, he said that he thought I used my own feces to fertilise my plants. I politely informed him that my garden is outdoors and my fences are too squat. And besides, everyone knows that the feces of cows work much better! I must admit that his.. choice of words took me a bit by surprise, and I accept that I will need to work on keeping my composure if I wish to become an official trader, a merchant.
Then, he left. He said we could not be friends because I prefer dogs over cats. He was smiling when he said it though, so I'm not too worried. I hope it meant that I managed to brighten his day a little.
Dogs will always be better than cats, though.
I met Ras in the Murder of Crows, where I attempted to sell him a flower. I adore the weirdness that are business transactions. We somehow went from me offering him a flower for free if he admitted to looking pitiful, to haggling about the price (5 silver is cheap), only for him to eventually pay the full price /and/ add a meal on top of it. Success!
We talked for a bit, and he seems dad, but not in a weighed-down way. He certainly hasn't given up after experiencing.. whatever it is that he has experienced in his life. (I'll find out what that is eventually, this I swear.)
And I am sorry to anyone who might reads this entry, because I have to share this part of the conversation because otherwise, I won't be able to stop thinking about it; while we disgussed flowers, he said that he thought I used my own feces to fertilise my plants. I politely informed him that my garden is outdoors and my fences are too squat. And besides, everyone knows that the feces of cows work much better! I must admit that his.. choice of words took me a bit by surprise, and I accept that I will need to work on keeping my composure if I wish to become an official trader, a merchant.
Then, he left. He said we could not be friends because I prefer dogs over cats. He was smiling when he said it though, so I'm not too worried. I hope it meant that I managed to brighten his day a little.
Dogs will always be better than cats, though.
Written By Amari
Feb. 21, 2020, 10:26 a.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
I'm not sure where all those ducks were coming from and why they seemed rather curious about baby Nora Woode. She must have some strange affinity for duck kind, or they mistook her for a cute little duckling.
Ducks aside, it was a very serious party otherwise. Thank you to all who attended, Lady Adalyn for comporting herself with great dignity and sobriety as co-host, and Baron Norwood who so graciously permitted us the use of his lovely garden.
Congratulations also to Prince Edain for proving himself quite resolute and appropriately sober. I hope the deadly serious Duskshire duck dagger will serve him well.
Ducks aside, it was a very serious party otherwise. Thank you to all who attended, Lady Adalyn for comporting herself with great dignity and sobriety as co-host, and Baron Norwood who so graciously permitted us the use of his lovely garden.
Congratulations also to Prince Edain for proving himself quite resolute and appropriately sober. I hope the deadly serious Duskshire duck dagger will serve him well.
Written By Malesh
Feb. 21, 2020, 4:17 a.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
While there were certainly worse wounds than mine to be had when the Gyre's accursed forces made landfall at Stormwall those four and a half years ago, I will admit to a certain injury to my pride with mine. Ariel always loved my eyes, and to have lost one was terrible in ways beyond my half-blindness.
For years I have had my share of eyepatches from healers or gifts from friends, and I have also at times experimented with not concealing the result of that attack. While I have gotten more comfortable doing so, I find that it can be unsettling to others lacking rugged constitutions.
I write now to inform that I shall accept no further gifts of this nature as I have been gifted such a patch now as to put all others to shame. The Tailor Petal Penrose was commissioned to produce for me the most exquisite patch! It is positively divine in craftsmanship and design. The Sigil of Stonewood is rendered in such detail with the stitch that I marvel at the work, so delicate the embroidery! I have, so far at least, experienced no discomfort despite hardly taking it off since I received it, and it is a sad truth to eyepatches that even after all these years they seem designed only to cause headaches. Not so with this masterpiece! Already I feel my mood improved and my tolerance for reading reinvigorated.
Petal has earned her great reputation and a customer for life. You readers of the morrow, be it a single year or a hundred, if this tailor's work should be available to you do not hesitate to obtain it.
For years I have had my share of eyepatches from healers or gifts from friends, and I have also at times experimented with not concealing the result of that attack. While I have gotten more comfortable doing so, I find that it can be unsettling to others lacking rugged constitutions.
I write now to inform that I shall accept no further gifts of this nature as I have been gifted such a patch now as to put all others to shame. The Tailor Petal Penrose was commissioned to produce for me the most exquisite patch! It is positively divine in craftsmanship and design. The Sigil of Stonewood is rendered in such detail with the stitch that I marvel at the work, so delicate the embroidery! I have, so far at least, experienced no discomfort despite hardly taking it off since I received it, and it is a sad truth to eyepatches that even after all these years they seem designed only to cause headaches. Not so with this masterpiece! Already I feel my mood improved and my tolerance for reading reinvigorated.
Petal has earned her great reputation and a customer for life. You readers of the morrow, be it a single year or a hundred, if this tailor's work should be available to you do not hesitate to obtain it.
Written By Jules
Feb. 21, 2020, 12:53 a.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
I was able to get the needed resources to make things happen but I hope it still works out after all that work.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 20, 2020, 9:49 p.m.(10/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Strozza
I am indeed fortunate, in more ways than one.
Written By Strozza
Feb. 20, 2020, 4:26 p.m.(10/16/1012 AR)
While I dislike the time it takes to travel home, I cannot help but forget those irritations when I remember how often I see the stars without city lights or sounds. Only the lap of the ocean. The whisper of sea breeze.
Arx can remain as far as it is.
Arx can remain as far as it is.
Written By Valencia
Feb. 20, 2020, 4:11 p.m.(10/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Strozza
Lord Strozza Mazetti makes an interesting observation about me for such a very short but sweet meeting. It makes one wonder what other things he might see should our next meetings be longer and far less distracting.
Though, I'm sure he would agree that it is true that great things often come in smaller packages.
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Though, I'm sure he would agree that it is true that great things often come in smaller packages.
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Written By Mabelle
Feb. 20, 2020, 4:07 p.m.(10/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
I have never felt more Lycene in an ensemble created by an.. Oathlander. Master Apollo's fall collection has made me feel more daring than ever and inspired me to design some new pieces for myself this coming season. With attention to detail and beautiful craftmanship, I do not understand why you are still reading this and not going over there.
Written By Strozza
Feb. 20, 2020, 2:19 p.m.(10/16/1012 AR)
The commoners are always an interesting type. You can't call them a breed - they're not animals.
Commoners is an off term. But functional.
Ah well
Commoners is an off term. But functional.
Ah well
Written By Tyrus
Feb. 20, 2020, 1:04 p.m.(10/16/1012 AR)
Copper lived, fought and died to offer us something better than a choice between two sets of chains.
Her legacy remains alive to this day, among us. In the choices we make, in the battles that we face, in the hope for a better dream. Her legacy remain, though she was all too human. No goddess was she, the one whose watch guarded Arvum from the chains of the Undying Emperor or the Skylords of Cardia or even the slavemasters of Eurus.
She was human.
The Dream lost much when she passed. Yet I refuse to believe that with her is gone humanity's hope to live without chains, without having to fear the designs of entities so intent on keeping it leashed lest it threaten their schemes. She was human and every single one of us has the potential to be what she was. To defend all against those who would take advantage that one of our greatest defenders is now gone.
Where she fell, others will rise. The chains will be broken.
Her legacy remains alive to this day, among us. In the choices we make, in the battles that we face, in the hope for a better dream. Her legacy remain, though she was all too human. No goddess was she, the one whose watch guarded Arvum from the chains of the Undying Emperor or the Skylords of Cardia or even the slavemasters of Eurus.
She was human.
The Dream lost much when she passed. Yet I refuse to believe that with her is gone humanity's hope to live without chains, without having to fear the designs of entities so intent on keeping it leashed lest it threaten their schemes. She was human and every single one of us has the potential to be what she was. To defend all against those who would take advantage that one of our greatest defenders is now gone.
Where she fell, others will rise. The chains will be broken.
Written By Dycard
Feb. 20, 2020, 11:03 a.m.(10/15/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucene
As it turns out, the fact that you could likely have beaten your cousin once with one hand behind your back doesn't necessarily mean the same holds true near twenty years later.
I'm not quite sure why I was so readily beaten by Lucene on the training sands. It would be wrong to sully her victory - unlike her family's namesake, the Lady Gilden is anything but soft, and gave me the most thorough thrashing I've had since... well, in years.
But that as an aside, my own performance was as lacking as hers was proficient. Maybe it had to do with the lack of stakes - for all her rage, I knew my life was never in any real danger, whereas I can remember fighting tooth and nail for my - or Rom's - life on multiple occasions, frequently snatching survival from the jaws of death.
Maybe I've grown soft. Too much 'gentleman,' not enough 'reaver' to my lifestyle of late.
Or perhaps I'm simply worse at swords than I thought. Perhaps I should find someone to remind me which end of the weapon is the business end.
I'm not quite sure why I was so readily beaten by Lucene on the training sands. It would be wrong to sully her victory - unlike her family's namesake, the Lady Gilden is anything but soft, and gave me the most thorough thrashing I've had since... well, in years.
But that as an aside, my own performance was as lacking as hers was proficient. Maybe it had to do with the lack of stakes - for all her rage, I knew my life was never in any real danger, whereas I can remember fighting tooth and nail for my - or Rom's - life on multiple occasions, frequently snatching survival from the jaws of death.
Maybe I've grown soft. Too much 'gentleman,' not enough 'reaver' to my lifestyle of late.
Or perhaps I'm simply worse at swords than I thought. Perhaps I should find someone to remind me which end of the weapon is the business end.
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