Written By Lucene
Feb. 9, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(9.650885003306879/23.449560185185184/1012.720907083609 AR)
My meeting in Tragedy reminded me of the great man that raised me. He may have long left this world, but I will always carry his words with me for as long as I live.
"Some must suffer so that others will not, my girl. Those with privilege, wealth and power have a moral obligation to be the ones to shoulder that burden.
You should never stand by and do nothing.
Even the times where you feel that you can do nothing, you can still suffer. Suffer at the injustice of the world and suffer with others so that they do not feel hopelessly alone.
Suffer loudly, suffer proudly."
When I was younger, I believed his words to be literal, but now that I am older I realise that I was wrong. Leave it to my old man to make the mere act of helping others in need sound so melodramatic.
"Some must suffer so that others will not, my girl. Those with privilege, wealth and power have a moral obligation to be the ones to shoulder that burden.
You should never stand by and do nothing.
Even the times where you feel that you can do nothing, you can still suffer. Suffer at the injustice of the world and suffer with others so that they do not feel hopelessly alone.
Suffer loudly, suffer proudly."
When I was younger, I believed his words to be literal, but now that I am older I realise that I was wrong. Leave it to my old man to make the mere act of helping others in need sound so melodramatic.
Written By Rosalind
Feb. 9, 2020, 12:01 p.m.(9.644847056878307/23.111435185185186/1012.7204039214065 AR)
I'm getting restless. No good can come from this. Also my dress came from Marquessa Cady. It looks like the ocean!
Written By Tanith
Feb. 9, 2020, noon(9.644766451719576/23.106921296296292/1012.72039720431 AR)
Still picking out glass from my rug and the soles of my boots. Maybe I need to get these fixed. Fucking ridiculous. All of this stupidity can fuck right off.
Written By Bianca
Feb. 9, 2020, 11:29 a.m.(9.6432457010582/23.021759259259262/1012.7202704750882 AR)
Relationship Note on Briseis
I have never met someone quite so relentlessly positive, nor so intensely observant. When I see her, I see someone ready to face the whole of the world, and I believe she at least has the spirit to do it. I am more than proud to call her protégé; hopefully, I can impart something of value to her.
At the very least I think she'll do wonders for Jourdain. He needs someone to drag him out of his comfort zone.
And oh! We have so much to discuss. I should go and find a selection of reading materials to go over for next we meet. I wonder how acquainted she is with the works of Scholar Fenton Mulley...
At the very least I think she'll do wonders for Jourdain. He needs someone to drag him out of his comfort zone.
And oh! We have so much to discuss. I should go and find a selection of reading materials to go over for next we meet. I wonder how acquainted she is with the works of Scholar Fenton Mulley...
Written By Bianca
Feb. 9, 2020, 10:42 a.m.(9.64090236441799/22.890532407407406/1012.7200751970348 AR)
I am not one easily given to violence or force. I do not feel they are nearly so effective a method as some may espouse; oftentimes, I feel they leave wounds beyond the flesh that will fester for years before our descendants reap consequences they had never sown.
But there are times where we must stand firm, or step aside. Where we give ground, or refuse to yield, and face the consequences of our choices head on.
I, for one, choose to stand firm.
But there are times where we must stand firm, or step aside. Where we give ground, or refuse to yield, and face the consequences of our choices head on.
I, for one, choose to stand firm.
Written By Skapti
Feb. 9, 2020, 10:07 a.m.(9.639172453703704/22.79365740740741/1012.7199310378087 AR)
Relationship Note on Estil
Well, I can certainly see why you recommended the book you loaned. It was riveting, and kept me up long hours into the night to finish it.
Written By Catalana
Feb. 9, 2020, 5:17 a.m.(9.62477802579365/21.987569444444446/1012.7187315021495 AR)
The pool party is tonight.
I have packed away all glass and valuables.
Restocked the liquor cabinet.
Hidden all flammable materials.
Re-hung the portrait.
Encouraged best behavior and no nudity.
Surely no sheningans can occur with this level of preparedness?Can it?
I have packed away all glass and valuables.
Restocked the liquor cabinet.
Hidden all flammable materials.
Re-hung the portrait.
Encouraged best behavior and no nudity.
Surely no sheningans can occur with this level of preparedness?Can it?
Written By Hadrian
Feb. 9, 2020, 12:23 a.m.(9.61020626653439/21.171550925925928/1012.7175171888779 AR)
I overhead some chatter recently while handling some matters at the Bank of Arx. The talk of Eurus, Jadairal, Cardia, and who even knows what else is buzzing throughout the city. There was some talk of all of those foreign bodies waiting to see which way that Arvum would fall and that phrase, that specific word, leapt out at me for reasons unknown.
Why is it that Arvum is poised to fall in one direction or another? While I understand that the general idea of the conversation is less about the demise of Arvum and more specifically our Compact (see what I did there?) but nothing more than a simple phrase to indicate choices laid before us. Still that word stood out to me. Fall. Why not what's the next step that Arvum will take? Why not which direction will Arvum go now? Arvum does stand upon a precipice and while falling is an option, it's not the only one ahead of us.
Arvum has many choices ahead of it still. Our very own Compact still has many choices and opportunities ahead of it. Arvum shouldn't fall, but Arvum should step toward a future that has greater understanding. Arvum does stand on a precipice where it can show itself to be a mature, sensible nation. Frequently the occupants of it are seen as little more than squabbling children and when presented with the possibility to show itself otherwise, it must responsibly answer that call not only for itself but the future of it and all those who will someday call it home.
A hand offered in friendship should rarely be slapped away. Pride is a good thing, but too much of it can corrupt. It is my hope that Arvum will not fall, but will step in a direction that will someday allow it to recognize friend from foe and foe from friend. It can stand strong, yet still have friends. It has in the past and some day it will again. So many turn their minds beyond the shores of Arvum and think everyone beyond it is an enemy. Our own history has taught us that there are those who are not born of Arvum that buck the traditions of their homelands and seek friendship without the expectation of chains.
I like to think that Arvum will not fall in one direction or another. I like to believe that instead it will march into its future with responsible pride, weathered and experienced, but upright and intact.
Why is it that Arvum is poised to fall in one direction or another? While I understand that the general idea of the conversation is less about the demise of Arvum and more specifically our Compact (see what I did there?) but nothing more than a simple phrase to indicate choices laid before us. Still that word stood out to me. Fall. Why not what's the next step that Arvum will take? Why not which direction will Arvum go now? Arvum does stand upon a precipice and while falling is an option, it's not the only one ahead of us.
Arvum has many choices ahead of it still. Our very own Compact still has many choices and opportunities ahead of it. Arvum shouldn't fall, but Arvum should step toward a future that has greater understanding. Arvum does stand on a precipice where it can show itself to be a mature, sensible nation. Frequently the occupants of it are seen as little more than squabbling children and when presented with the possibility to show itself otherwise, it must responsibly answer that call not only for itself but the future of it and all those who will someday call it home.
A hand offered in friendship should rarely be slapped away. Pride is a good thing, but too much of it can corrupt. It is my hope that Arvum will not fall, but will step in a direction that will someday allow it to recognize friend from foe and foe from friend. It can stand strong, yet still have friends. It has in the past and some day it will again. So many turn their minds beyond the shores of Arvum and think everyone beyond it is an enemy. Our own history has taught us that there are those who are not born of Arvum that buck the traditions of their homelands and seek friendship without the expectation of chains.
I like to think that Arvum will not fall in one direction or another. I like to believe that instead it will march into its future with responsible pride, weathered and experienced, but upright and intact.
Written By Hadrian
Feb. 8, 2020, 11:57 p.m.(9.608909556878308/21.098935185185184/1012.7174091297398 AR)
Sitting here looking over a ledger, my mind has been wandering. Procrastination happens of course, it always has and it always will.
So often we call our collective the Compact. Rarely do we refer to it as our Compact. Not that it's some critical difference that most would ever consider worth consideration, yet here I am.
Idle thoughts best reserved for idle discussions at the Empirical, I suppose.
So often we call our collective the Compact. Rarely do we refer to it as our Compact. Not that it's some critical difference that most would ever consider worth consideration, yet here I am.
Idle thoughts best reserved for idle discussions at the Empirical, I suppose.
Written By Allegra
Feb. 8, 2020, 11:55 p.m.(9.608834325396826/21.09472222222222/1012.7174028604497 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebastian
Thank you for your help again, dear cousin. I will continue to tap your artistic brain for this project, you can be certain. And I am in the process of acquiring the oranges with which to bribe you!
Written By Thea
Feb. 8, 2020, 10:38 p.m.(9.604994626322751/20.879699074074075/1012.7170828855269 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
It's called training, brother. Training. We are trying to help you. Which, I'm not sure who it's hurting more..
Written By Otho
Feb. 8, 2020, 5:34 p.m.(9.589940889550265/20.036689814814814/1012.7158284074625 AR)
Old Pearly busted a reed last night - I heard a hiss as I squeezed her low B-flat. Found her sagged over the side of a crate this morning, guts splayed open - I was three scotches deep and had a mind to fix her. A fool’s errand, no doubt - and now I’m out a melodeon. As it happens, she lost her tone a fair bit ago - it’ll be fine enough to be free of the racket. I can find another way to keep these old fingers from idling.
Written By Gwenna
Feb. 8, 2020, 5:15 p.m.(9.588958746693121/19.981689814814814/1012.7157465622245 AR)
And so, just like that, I am a mother. Well, not /just like that/. I was pregnant during summer in Arx, which my blood has only just barely thinned enough to not find insufferable. As well, he was but hours shy of being born at the Laurent estates! I feel a fierceness in my soul that I don't think I really knew was there, when I look on our little Jorah while he sleeps. A greater desire to make the world safer for him, to fight harder against the shadows so that he may not know the fear we seem, too often, to feel. Before I start to sound too noble, however, when he is not sleeping? He can be quite the handful already. It is perhaps too early to really know who he looks like, between Lorenzo and I, but I imagine that will come with time. He is ours, at the end of the day, and I feel quite fortunate to have both of them as part of my life.
Written By Evaristo
Feb. 8, 2020, 5:04 p.m.(9.588425512566138/19.951828703703704/1012.7157021260472 AR)
With the project of the Bard's College's big concert all done for now, I'm moving ahead to plan for the ceremony of Death's Crown. Revealing it for all to see and admire. We'll do it in the Shrine of the Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings, but the Crown itself will be sitting inside the cathedral later on.
Written By Helena
Feb. 8, 2020, 5 p.m.(9.588218832671958/19.940254629629628/1012.7156849027226 AR)
Farhaven is now home to a Lodge of Petrichor, though I am thrilled to note that many of the locals simply call it the Leolan Lodge. It truly is the brainchild of Dame Leola, and so her name being spoken whenever it is mentioned is only fitting, though I know she is far too modest and humble to wish for that herself. I'm sure Petrichor wouldn't mind sharing, of course.
I am so happy that the hard work of all those involved has paid off and I hope that it truly helps to unite our peoples in ever more productive ways.
I am so happy that the hard work of all those involved has paid off and I hope that it truly helps to unite our peoples in ever more productive ways.
Written By Evonleigh
Feb. 8, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(9.588019593253968/19.929097222222225/1012.7156682994379 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
The only thing that excels Dame Ida's talent is her generosity of spirit. I cannot thank her enough for the generosity she's shown me, and I cannot wait for the world to see her work in the upcoming play (oh, yes, we are in rehearsals now, and I am thrilled beyond what mere words can tell).
Written By Brigid
Feb. 8, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(9.583300677910053/19.664837962962963/1012.7152750564925 AR)
Relationship Note on Aedric
It is a most curious thing that a Blackshore now finds himself quite far from the sea and at my doorstep. Further more, that he wishes to take up in acquiring one of my horse stock instead of galloping across the seas on a ship.
Thankfully, we seem to be of the same mind in our views of the world and so I find myself glad that he has washed in with the tide.
Thankfully, we seem to be of the same mind in our views of the world and so I find myself glad that he has washed in with the tide.
Written By Svana
Feb. 8, 2020, 1:36 p.m.(9.578100198412699/19.37361111111111/1012.714841683201 AR)
Apollo Oakwood has made me his apprentice, and I have learned how to stir brains and pelts in a big cauldron. It's an exciting time to be alive. In all seriousness, I am very grateful for this opportunity. Not only is Apollo one of the kindest souls I've ever had the pleasure of coming into contact with, it will also benefit the both of us in so many ways.
Written By Harlex
Feb. 8, 2020, 1:30 p.m.(9.577842261904761/19.359166666666667/1012.714820188492 AR)
In the quiet of the afternoon I meditated on the ledge, looking out at the forest below, only a few days until I returned to Arx.
I considered the individuality of each leaf on a tree and their similarities and how those few traits unique to each can be fascinating but ultimately meaningless.
In the end it isn't the leaf but the tree which it has fallen from or resides attached that matters.
And even this one tree which contains so much abundant life is one of many in the forest. Things went outward from this thought and I'm uncertain if there's a conclusion.
We understand so little. Extraordinary and pathetic all at once. Loud in our lives and quiet to the greater whole of existence.
That even the worst horror comitted by the wickedest demon is a disturbance, a rattle, against a greater scope. A concern only to the tree of which it occurs. Its sound barely a whisper when it reaches far off trees on the outskirts.
These thoughts too are futile. They lead me to nothing. As an animal to it's own reflection. A momentary awareness of more before the hunt continues. So it goes.
I considered the individuality of each leaf on a tree and their similarities and how those few traits unique to each can be fascinating but ultimately meaningless.
In the end it isn't the leaf but the tree which it has fallen from or resides attached that matters.
And even this one tree which contains so much abundant life is one of many in the forest. Things went outward from this thought and I'm uncertain if there's a conclusion.
We understand so little. Extraordinary and pathetic all at once. Loud in our lives and quiet to the greater whole of existence.
That even the worst horror comitted by the wickedest demon is a disturbance, a rattle, against a greater scope. A concern only to the tree of which it occurs. Its sound barely a whisper when it reaches far off trees on the outskirts.
These thoughts too are futile. They lead me to nothing. As an animal to it's own reflection. A momentary awareness of more before the hunt continues. So it goes.
Written By Ophelia
Feb. 8, 2020, 1 p.m.(9.576316550925926/19.273726851851855/1012.7146930459105 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
I am proud of the strong effort made to establish versions of the Lodge of Petrichor across the Compact and I am honored to have worked alongside Dame Leola. Today marks a /grand/ achievement! I shall celebrate by spending time at the orchards of my favorite space and reflect upon all that has been accomplished.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.