Written By Evaristo
Jan. 22, 2020, 9:06 a.m.(8.35130291005291/13.672962962962963/1012.6126085758377 AR)
The Bard's College concert is soon and I'm VERY EXCITED. Right now, the performance hall is a building site, as we prepare for it. People are scurrying around being all stressed and nervous. I don't know what the fuss is about, it will be SPLENDID and LEGENDARY. Some are grumpy about catching fireflies, but we simply CANNOT have this concert without them. Same goes for the sparklega lights.
I am HUMBLED by how many performers there will be, the Bard's College is coming out in force for this.
You should ALL come and see it!
I am HUMBLED by how many performers there will be, the Bard's College is coming out in force for this.
You should ALL come and see it!
Written By Flora
Jan. 22, 2020, 8:44 a.m.(8.350219907407407/13.612314814814814/1012.6125183256173 AR)
There are many dreams I had of being a knight and what I would do as one. The same for becoming a Templar. Who doesn't want to ride around and save Princes in Distress?
Yesterday I received the best assignment yet, though. One that never made it to my dreams and now made me realize I dreamed too small.
I'm going to help train war goats!
And probably bring one back to Arx. I just don't know if it'll live in the Sanna Manor or the Templar Compound.
Yesterday I received the best assignment yet, though. One that never made it to my dreams and now made me realize I dreamed too small.
I'm going to help train war goats!
And probably bring one back to Arx. I just don't know if it'll live in the Sanna Manor or the Templar Compound.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 22, 2020, 8:35 a.m.(8.349802000661375/13.588912037037037/1012.6124835000551 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciaran
My brother and friend. He's starting to remind me more of Ryhalt though. I am not sure if that is a good thing.
Written By Padraig
Jan. 22, 2020, 6:20 a.m.(8.343077876984127/13.212361111111111/1012.6119231564153 AR)
Fortunately, finding a Scholar of Vellichor is less difficult than nagivating the social climate of Arx. I find myself interacting with more nobility than I've ever thought I would in my life. In Oakhaven for a time it was just Lady Veronica I stood beside. My master used to say that bowing is good for the back, and while I have found in my experience -- short as it may be, but with the amount of nobility here, not inconsiderable -- that I have to exercise a lot more.
It's my own fault, I know. I shouldn't bow so low, but that is how the heroes bowed, and so too shall I.
It's my own fault, I know. I shouldn't bow so low, but that is how the heroes bowed, and so too shall I.
Written By Hamish
Jan. 22, 2020, 12:12 a.m.(8.32481150793651/12.189444444444444/1012.6104009589947 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Who says not to trust a farmer?
Written By Narcissa
Jan. 21, 2020, 11:49 p.m.(8.323700396825398/12.127222222222223/1012.6103083664021 AR)
To those that will come and what has ever been,
Every breath an eternity, each infinity a whim.
A Wheel's progression, lucidity rots, worn thin,
Time's blinding blight unfettered in artist's limn.
Every breath an eternity, each infinity a whim.
A Wheel's progression, lucidity rots, worn thin,
Time's blinding blight unfettered in artist's limn.
Written By Qadira
Jan. 21, 2020, 8:50 p.m.(8.31481357473545/11.629560185185184/1012.6095677978947 AR)
It's strange, to be noticed. If I could go back and speak to myself, younger and more foolish, committed to a life none would ever choose, what choices would I have made then, I wonder? She'd have claimed to live by her wits, that nameless girl, to be a survivor at any cost. But what a cost. She was less than the nobody that first arrived in this city. Now she hears her name upon the lips of a handful of strangers, words that encourage direction and passion. Words that compel her to reach for the stars, where the gods themselves reside. To fight, to evolve, to change for the better with each passing day.
Stagnation is no way to be. A lifetime of spite, and furor, and all she had to show for it were the scars on her back.
Those scars empower ME now; I will keep them covered because they belong to a past that was ill-judged and brashly preserved, but they are covered in a finery she never knew. There's a blade in my hand, and the iron in my blood has become steel. My foundation remains the same, but with each brick laid a tower climbs skyward. It seems there's worth in other souls, after all, in their capacity to reinforce that teetering brickwork. In time I will name them, but for now that is the least I can do for myself. My name is Qadira Thorne, and into this rising monument I plant a flag.
One foot in front of the other, one more day survived, has become a race to the finish. This isn't her fight any more. It's mine, and by that name I'll win it. This is strength, this is power, and it is mine where it was never hers. To those that watch and listen, I am grateful.
Keep watching, and see me soar.
Keep listening, and hear my roar.
Stagnation is no way to be. A lifetime of spite, and furor, and all she had to show for it were the scars on her back.
Those scars empower ME now; I will keep them covered because they belong to a past that was ill-judged and brashly preserved, but they are covered in a finery she never knew. There's a blade in my hand, and the iron in my blood has become steel. My foundation remains the same, but with each brick laid a tower climbs skyward. It seems there's worth in other souls, after all, in their capacity to reinforce that teetering brickwork. In time I will name them, but for now that is the least I can do for myself. My name is Qadira Thorne, and into this rising monument I plant a flag.
One foot in front of the other, one more day survived, has become a race to the finish. This isn't her fight any more. It's mine, and by that name I'll win it. This is strength, this is power, and it is mine where it was never hers. To those that watch and listen, I am grateful.
Keep watching, and see me soar.
Keep listening, and hear my roar.
Written By Roran
Jan. 21, 2020, 8 p.m.(8.312341683201058/11.491134259259258/1012.6093618069334 AR)
What has been the most profound moment of change in your life? How did it impact you?
Written By Delilah
Jan. 21, 2020, 4:50 p.m.(8.302898892195767/10.962337962962962/1012.608574907683 AR)
All my better demons
Went the way they came.
-- Falling Leaves on a Summer Night
Went the way they came.
-- Falling Leaves on a Summer Night
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 21, 2020, 4:03 p.m.(8.30056712962963/10.831759259259258/1012.6083805941358 AR)
The greatest of any generation. I always hope they're mistaken when they say such things of someone who has passed on. That this only serves as motivation for future souls to surpass them. For it would be a sad thing to uncover that there lies the limit, the best anyone can ever be. And that this best... wasn't enough.
To those that come after, whenever you encounter one who has been deemed the best there ever will be? Prove us wrong.
To those that come after, whenever you encounter one who has been deemed the best there ever will be? Prove us wrong.
Written By Vanora
Jan. 21, 2020, 3:01 p.m.(8.297521908068784/10.661226851851854/1012.6081268256723 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
I miss him too. I miss them all. I yearn for just another moment of what was, but the ache turns to something else burning in my blood. Like purpose.
You need not take off your ring ever if you do not wish to.
There will always be grief, sorrow, and loss. They have become a part of you, as they have a part of me.
But we find the light in our despair, and joy is still possible.
You need not take off your ring ever if you do not wish to.
There will always be grief, sorrow, and loss. They have become a part of you, as they have a part of me.
But we find the light in our despair, and joy is still possible.
Written By Torian
Jan. 21, 2020, 2:51 p.m.(8.297022156084656/10.633240740740742/1012.6080851796737 AR)
A lot of talk these days about farmers. "Never trust them" they say!
Well *I* say you never cross the man who handles your turnips.
Well *I* say you never cross the man who handles your turnips.
Written By Teagan
Jan. 21, 2020, 2:16 p.m.(8.295272817460319/10.535277777777779/1012.607939401455 AR)
I am considering speaking with a Mirrormask. I am still not... certain on my doing so, but I suspect I ought to do so. Yes, it is a conundrum and it is one I should settle before the actual doing of the thing.
Written By Aslaug
Jan. 21, 2020, 1:06 p.m.(8.291809689153439/10.341342592592593/1012.6076508074294 AR)
Interesting.
Scholars' Language Night.
Learned a lot.
Brevity being one of the things I brought to the table.
I thank those who enlightened me.
=:7)~~
(rat)
Scholars' Language Night.
Learned a lot.
Brevity being one of the things I brought to the table.
I thank those who enlightened me.
=:7)~~
(rat)
Written By Corban
Jan. 21, 2020, 9:46 a.m.(8.281877066798941/9.785115740740741/1012.6068230888999 AR)
It was a tremendous honor to recognize the Lord Commander Dayne Valardin in the Hall of Heroes last night, revealing his statue and plaque. We were treated to a remembrance from his ancestral family, the Valardin. And even the Nox'alfar delegation spoke to remember the knight of great honor.
I bid all to visit the statue, to learn its lessons, and to employ them in their lives.
I bid all to visit the statue, to learn its lessons, and to employ them in their lives.
Written By Raja
Jan. 21, 2020, 9:05 a.m.(8.27986400462963/9.672384259259259/1012.6066553337191 AR)
You know, one can never know what sort of crazy a person can be until they open their mouth. If you just sit back and listen, one can hear a lot of things. Sometimes those things one may wish they never heard. I recently heard some crazy talk and decided to get involved. I was rewarded with a busted face. Don't worry, I won't forget.
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 21, 2020, 5:18 a.m.(8.268563988095238/9.039583333333333/1012.6057136656746 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
Lady Miranda.
Legate Ailith introduced me to sweet ginger candies and mint tied in my handkerchiefs. it certainly helped with the nausea. Well some.
Also, better to be a whale than a puffer fish.
Legate Ailith introduced me to sweet ginger candies and mint tied in my handkerchiefs. it certainly helped with the nausea. Well some.
Also, better to be a whale than a puffer fish.
Written By Padraig
Jan. 21, 2020, 3:27 a.m.(8.263058862433862/8.731296296296296/1012.6052549052029 AR)
Relationship Note on Veronica
Lady Veronica was the first of House Keaton that I actually met. My master had already been dead by the time I returned home to Oakhaven. I must admit, as soon as I met her I knew that the Keatons, the House that governed my home, were going to be my masters from this day 'til my last. We've had many misadventures since then, and now that I'm in the capital perhaps I can try and temper her boldness a little. That's more important (though not by much) than getting her to stop calling me Sir Paddy.
Written By Padraig
Jan. 21, 2020, 3:24 a.m.(8.262931547619047/8.724166666666667/1012.605244295635 AR)
I've been in Arx a few days now and I'm still overwhelmed by how large the city is. I come from humble beginnings and this is so expansive. The Marquessa was every bit as beautiful as the stories say, and of course Lady Veronica was there to greet me. It has been good seeing her again. There's already an ache in my heart from being so far from Oakhaven. Still, despite it all, the ruling Keatons are here in Arx, and where they go, so shall I.
Written By Ryhalt
Jan. 21, 2020, 2:15 a.m.(8.25948330026455/8.531064814814814/1012.6049569416887 AR)
Relationship Note on Lisebet
If you hear anything about the Farshaw gates being locked against twin terrors, I had nothing to do with it!
Nothing to see here except an uncle planning how best to spoil them.
Nothing to see here except an uncle planning how best to spoil them.
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