Written By Strozza
Jan. 7, 2020, 3:22 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
I don't hate everything, it is just that my sense of displeasure is a widely expanding net.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 7, 2020, 2:52 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
So Orathy's finally disappeared. To be honest, this took longer than I expected... I think he shot his mouth off one too many times. I feel bad for his family though. Never easy to lose someone, especially literally lose them with no kind of idea what happened.
Written By Vayne
Jan. 7, 2020, 2:51 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
I am gratified that your experience in the Shrine of Tehom was beneficial for you. If there is anything I can do to continue to be of assistance, you have only to reach out, and I would be delighted.
The creepiness fades over time.
The creepiness fades over time.
Written By Strozza
Jan. 7, 2020, 2:31 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
To then hold the sun
Fleeting but very welcome
Sunset memory
Fleeting but very welcome
Sunset memory
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 7, 2020, 12:43 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
Time I start to sail back to the Compact. By the time this entry reaches the Scholars, I'll already be making my way back. Not directly, perhaps. Still, it's time. People to meet, bridges to build, wounds to mend... or to make anew.
Written By Niklas
Jan. 7, 2020, 11:33 a.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliette
Honest question.
Was your grandmother that impressed with a five year old Juliet Fidante?
Or were you not named until your teens?
Either makes for an interesting fact worth sharing.
Was your grandmother that impressed with a five year old Juliet Fidante?
Or were you not named until your teens?
Either makes for an interesting fact worth sharing.
Written By Vitalis
Jan. 7, 2020, 11:08 a.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
The joke is on me, I suppose. Perhaps I don’t see as closely as I thought.
Written By Vitalis
Jan. 7, 2020, 10:40 a.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Though I’m certain you meant black or white (not ‘and’ which is the very definition of gray), i agree, yes, a single dichotomy is insufficient to describe our reality.
Enough dichotomies, however, and you have painter’s palette.
We get closer.
On that palette colors, with contrast there is clarity, purity, but that purity is as insufficient to describe reality as any of its lone compatriots, and still muddy at the heart where all things mix, which feels true but is likewise indistinct and insufficient.
I will not make foray into the act of Will in how an Artist chooses a color or colors, suffice to say to say that they do and very, very close to a painting, the whole of the world is yellow or orange or blue. Further away that mote is a single flower in a meadow or the glint of sun on the water.
To me the notion isn’t ‘is it this color or that color or some mix of the two,’ so much as: how close am I to what I’m observing?
I’ve been to the Painted Muse quite a bit recently. Recommended.
Enough dichotomies, however, and you have painter’s palette.
We get closer.
On that palette colors, with contrast there is clarity, purity, but that purity is as insufficient to describe reality as any of its lone compatriots, and still muddy at the heart where all things mix, which feels true but is likewise indistinct and insufficient.
I will not make foray into the act of Will in how an Artist chooses a color or colors, suffice to say to say that they do and very, very close to a painting, the whole of the world is yellow or orange or blue. Further away that mote is a single flower in a meadow or the glint of sun on the water.
To me the notion isn’t ‘is it this color or that color or some mix of the two,’ so much as: how close am I to what I’m observing?
I’ve been to the Painted Muse quite a bit recently. Recommended.
Written By Gaston
Jan. 7, 2020, 5:26 a.m.(7/8/1012 AR)
The Shrine of the Thirteenth has almost never seen my worship, and I have always carried an Oathlander's healthy deep wariness of the place. It's just...creepy as hell in there, isn't it?
But when looking for answers, sometimes the best place to start is by considering your own reflection, and contemplating your questions until the truth comes to you.
I pray in solemn thanks to Tehom for the glance I was granted, and I will always remember that joyous battlecry, alone but /free./
But when looking for answers, sometimes the best place to start is by considering your own reflection, and contemplating your questions until the truth comes to you.
I pray in solemn thanks to Tehom for the glance I was granted, and I will always remember that joyous battlecry, alone but /free./
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 7, 2020, 3:39 a.m.(7/8/1012 AR)
Nothing is black or white. The more I discover the clearer it is that everything is gray.
Written By Dianna
Jan. 7, 2020, 3:31 a.m.(7/8/1012 AR)
Not all that seems as it is, is.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 7, 2020, 12:54 a.m.(7/8/1012 AR)
Mired in indecision, the only path forward is to choose damn near any path at all and set to walking.
Why then do my feet refuse to obey?
Why then do my feet refuse to obey?
Written By Amari
Jan. 6, 2020, 6:38 p.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Thank you, Norwood. Your instruction was kind, patient and effective. It's been an honor to serve as your squire.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 6, 2020, 4:40 p.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
*Written by a Scholar assisting with the entry - translated from Orathy into Arvum*
I don't see why people want to travel, especially when there are dead things that like ankle biting or giant thinks that like swallowing people whole out there. All the same, it made me think. It made me want to jot down a few things. As much as I groan about the conditions of the Lowers, with recent business picking up a tick, us Culler's getting a legitimate business going, life hasn't been all shit. The Lowers is my home and we aren't going to let the future generations grow up in the same muck we did. We be providing jobs to those who grow up in the Lowers, as no doubt, we be hiring from our people first and foremost. No one should be thinking we be getting soft, aye, no, we just be providing for our own, as we always do. We also aren't going to forget where we came from. There be enough of the Silk charity and hand outs. If a man has to survive for a lifetime in this city, give him the skills to do so, as we will be doing with our ventures for folk who want to learn.
Write what I say not this shit. What is this shit... *This is scratched out, apparently the scholar had written every word including when Orathy got uppity about how he talks not being truthfully written as he speaks*
Back to the point of this. It made me want to have written down and recorded properly by a scholar, of the folk in my life that aren't just a footnote in someone else's story. They be making mine a little less shit crusted and muddy. And it be my truth and my words.
Lot of you may not know, but I be married. Aye, I didn't give River the proper wedding he wanted, but the lad, is my husband. Aye, River, you might have grabbed me by the ear to lead me down such a path as marriage, but it be the best damn thing that's come about. From the day I saw you in the Whisper House, I was keen on ya. Usually I be keen for a few days, that's all, as there aren't many who would want to commit to me as you have. I usually chase them away. But I couldn't chase you away. Everytime I tried, you clung to me all the harder. I tried really hard, beat you a few times myself, and you wouldn't leave. Aye, I may treat you not so good as you deserve, but you did something to me, aye, make me feel things I haven't thought would be possible since the day I met Furen... Your presence makes me work harder for a future for us, your smile makes this old heart beat quicker, I would die to defend you, and I yearn to make you happy everyday.
** There's some evidence from the ink of a fight for the quill, then written in the scholar's voice:
"I, scholar Dertam, officially state that the romantic words written above about River Culler were instead lewd and spoken in words from Orathy Culler in which I couldn't decipher. I have done my best to transcribe the emotion that came with the words, to much disdain of the author. He has however, allowed me to continue the interpretation."
**
Torian, brother, we made it through the worst of times and look at us now, still going and making shit better. But you can't deny you miss my sweat and funk when we be street rats. You miss when we had to cuddle together for warmth. *The scholar indications the Culler man was laughing hard to give indication to the jesting tone* You're always there to back me up, always providing me a direction, even when it were stupid. I thought this venture was stupid, but I guess we'll see. Who would have thought we would see us go legit eh? World's changing, so they say. This change, it's something that makes me wanna break your neck and hug you at the same time. I am not sure which, but you know before Furen, I wanted to sail, but it sure as shit doesn't seem so fun no more, not with glass sharks and big old man eating squid out there. At least I know where I be standing, at your right side. Your left needs work. I think the curvy hip of a certain red head might just be the way to do that. You know how to handle a red head right? I could always show you. We ought to go throw a few dice at the casino, I can tell ya all about it then. Treat her right though, else I will stuff your head up a goat's arse. Red, I got your back, you tell me if he doesn't do things proper like.
Acacia, Raja, Mae, Calandra. The strongest Culler women I know. I be damn proud. Damn proud. Oh there be a lot to say about each one, but you ain't need no old fella talking about you to know your story is greater than his. Where would I be with out you gals? Strong women, the lot. You all need to give Torian a harder time about things. I can only hit him so many times to make sure he ain't soft. You gals have a lot left to do, so why are you reading this journal? Go on.
As for other folks, hmm. Let me think.
There was Lyiana and Saedrus.... *the scholar makes a note that the Culler merely looks distant for a while and doesn't comment further, shaking his head and indicating to press on.*
There's been a lot of folk that have helped me in some ways. Lot that I can't name off, but a lot who deserve to be. Then there be people like Josephine who help a feller when he be down the lowest he's been, cheerin him on to get equipped to fight a big righteous bastard. Or Mustache, aye, Mustache, seems like the last years haven't been good enough to allow me to tweak your mustache very much, but we made some in roads with things. Then there be a woman I ain't ever met, till after she stopped a bastard for me and kept my life, rather than his. I owe ya one. That debt has not yet been repaid. Even the Iron Goats like Sparte, made a bit of a lasting impression. Then there's kids like Ras, Eli, Aviana, and Brady, looking for ways to live and minding an old fella like me.
Shit, when you really get to think about all them in your life, there's so many. Like, my Empress. I know you told me not to address you so, but I want to kiss your feet a hundred ways. When are you coming by for drinks? I acquired some interesting booze, I think you'd like it. We need to celebrate. I have a new weapon, sharp as it is dark, you'd like it.
Ah, you know, for Silks, there's been quite a few that be making an impact. Duarte, Tessa, Estaban, Herald, Abbas, Jaenelle, Juliana, Sebastian, Belladonna, Reese, Arianna, Alessandro, Apollis, Lore... I reckon the list goes on, more pretty faces wrapped in silk, more than I care to remember, more that don't deserve my memories. Lot of them warmed me for a time, kept me going. I didn't think I could survive long enough standing in the presence of a Silk and not want to gut them, but these ones, they're alright. My neck would have been in a noose if it weren't for some of them. They still be SILK though. Did you know scholar, that I once met with the King's Own Commander, I even met the King, talked with Archlectors 'n shit... who'd have thought that would be something in my life?
The point is, I am not all about complaining. Aye, I see the shit in a lot of shitheads, but I recognize the folk that walk long side me in ways that I suppose are good. Maybe bad. Depends on how you look at the world. And aye, sometimes the world is shit. Sometimes it be silver. Most of the folk I wrote about, be silver, like how they say there be a silver lining in things, and still sometimes they be shit. That's the way of it. Can't have the silver without the shit.
Where was I going with this?
Fuck if I know. I forget. Oy, scholar, that's good--- *and the writing stops with the proper notes that indicate the journal was properly recorded to the truest extent of dictation*
I don't see why people want to travel, especially when there are dead things that like ankle biting or giant thinks that like swallowing people whole out there. All the same, it made me think. It made me want to jot down a few things. As much as I groan about the conditions of the Lowers, with recent business picking up a tick, us Culler's getting a legitimate business going, life hasn't been all shit. The Lowers is my home and we aren't going to let the future generations grow up in the same muck we did. We be providing jobs to those who grow up in the Lowers, as no doubt, we be hiring from our people first and foremost. No one should be thinking we be getting soft, aye, no, we just be providing for our own, as we always do. We also aren't going to forget where we came from. There be enough of the Silk charity and hand outs. If a man has to survive for a lifetime in this city, give him the skills to do so, as we will be doing with our ventures for folk who want to learn.
Write what I say not this shit. What is this shit... *This is scratched out, apparently the scholar had written every word including when Orathy got uppity about how he talks not being truthfully written as he speaks*
Back to the point of this. It made me want to have written down and recorded properly by a scholar, of the folk in my life that aren't just a footnote in someone else's story. They be making mine a little less shit crusted and muddy. And it be my truth and my words.
Lot of you may not know, but I be married. Aye, I didn't give River the proper wedding he wanted, but the lad, is my husband. Aye, River, you might have grabbed me by the ear to lead me down such a path as marriage, but it be the best damn thing that's come about. From the day I saw you in the Whisper House, I was keen on ya. Usually I be keen for a few days, that's all, as there aren't many who would want to commit to me as you have. I usually chase them away. But I couldn't chase you away. Everytime I tried, you clung to me all the harder. I tried really hard, beat you a few times myself, and you wouldn't leave. Aye, I may treat you not so good as you deserve, but you did something to me, aye, make me feel things I haven't thought would be possible since the day I met Furen... Your presence makes me work harder for a future for us, your smile makes this old heart beat quicker, I would die to defend you, and I yearn to make you happy everyday.
** There's some evidence from the ink of a fight for the quill, then written in the scholar's voice:
"I, scholar Dertam, officially state that the romantic words written above about River Culler were instead lewd and spoken in words from Orathy Culler in which I couldn't decipher. I have done my best to transcribe the emotion that came with the words, to much disdain of the author. He has however, allowed me to continue the interpretation."
**
Torian, brother, we made it through the worst of times and look at us now, still going and making shit better. But you can't deny you miss my sweat and funk when we be street rats. You miss when we had to cuddle together for warmth. *The scholar indications the Culler man was laughing hard to give indication to the jesting tone* You're always there to back me up, always providing me a direction, even when it were stupid. I thought this venture was stupid, but I guess we'll see. Who would have thought we would see us go legit eh? World's changing, so they say. This change, it's something that makes me wanna break your neck and hug you at the same time. I am not sure which, but you know before Furen, I wanted to sail, but it sure as shit doesn't seem so fun no more, not with glass sharks and big old man eating squid out there. At least I know where I be standing, at your right side. Your left needs work. I think the curvy hip of a certain red head might just be the way to do that. You know how to handle a red head right? I could always show you. We ought to go throw a few dice at the casino, I can tell ya all about it then. Treat her right though, else I will stuff your head up a goat's arse. Red, I got your back, you tell me if he doesn't do things proper like.
Acacia, Raja, Mae, Calandra. The strongest Culler women I know. I be damn proud. Damn proud. Oh there be a lot to say about each one, but you ain't need no old fella talking about you to know your story is greater than his. Where would I be with out you gals? Strong women, the lot. You all need to give Torian a harder time about things. I can only hit him so many times to make sure he ain't soft. You gals have a lot left to do, so why are you reading this journal? Go on.
As for other folks, hmm. Let me think.
There was Lyiana and Saedrus.... *the scholar makes a note that the Culler merely looks distant for a while and doesn't comment further, shaking his head and indicating to press on.*
There's been a lot of folk that have helped me in some ways. Lot that I can't name off, but a lot who deserve to be. Then there be people like Josephine who help a feller when he be down the lowest he's been, cheerin him on to get equipped to fight a big righteous bastard. Or Mustache, aye, Mustache, seems like the last years haven't been good enough to allow me to tweak your mustache very much, but we made some in roads with things. Then there be a woman I ain't ever met, till after she stopped a bastard for me and kept my life, rather than his. I owe ya one. That debt has not yet been repaid. Even the Iron Goats like Sparte, made a bit of a lasting impression. Then there's kids like Ras, Eli, Aviana, and Brady, looking for ways to live and minding an old fella like me.
Shit, when you really get to think about all them in your life, there's so many. Like, my Empress. I know you told me not to address you so, but I want to kiss your feet a hundred ways. When are you coming by for drinks? I acquired some interesting booze, I think you'd like it. We need to celebrate. I have a new weapon, sharp as it is dark, you'd like it.
Ah, you know, for Silks, there's been quite a few that be making an impact. Duarte, Tessa, Estaban, Herald, Abbas, Jaenelle, Juliana, Sebastian, Belladonna, Reese, Arianna, Alessandro, Apollis, Lore... I reckon the list goes on, more pretty faces wrapped in silk, more than I care to remember, more that don't deserve my memories. Lot of them warmed me for a time, kept me going. I didn't think I could survive long enough standing in the presence of a Silk and not want to gut them, but these ones, they're alright. My neck would have been in a noose if it weren't for some of them. They still be SILK though. Did you know scholar, that I once met with the King's Own Commander, I even met the King, talked with Archlectors 'n shit... who'd have thought that would be something in my life?
The point is, I am not all about complaining. Aye, I see the shit in a lot of shitheads, but I recognize the folk that walk long side me in ways that I suppose are good. Maybe bad. Depends on how you look at the world. And aye, sometimes the world is shit. Sometimes it be silver. Most of the folk I wrote about, be silver, like how they say there be a silver lining in things, and still sometimes they be shit. That's the way of it. Can't have the silver without the shit.
Where was I going with this?
Fuck if I know. I forget. Oy, scholar, that's good--- *and the writing stops with the proper notes that indicate the journal was properly recorded to the truest extent of dictation*
Written By Perronne
Jan. 6, 2020, 11:32 a.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
There is nothing like a long, long journey to make you appreciate a bed that isn't a public house or a bedroll inside a tent or wagon. I had spend a couple of years off the road, and then went back on it - and let me tell you, your feet punish you for that decision. Even though I'm now wealthy enough to afford wagons and horses, my feet lost all their callouses, and for a while, it was just blister on blister on blister.
Now I'm back, in Arx, and it feels good. It feels like home. I have a shop, which has filled with dust in my absence. I have factors and subordinates who are incredibly pleased that I can be reached by letters at a singular address again. I have goods! Oh, good gods and Gild's great galloping grins, I have so many goods. I even managed to do a little ruin-hunting while I was gone, and picked up some antiques for restoration and sale. The first batch already disappeared!
I mean, they were bought. They didn't actually disappear. And so far none of them have talked to me, or moved, or depicted any horrific scenes of devastation, so I count that as a small blessing!
Now I'm back, in Arx, and it feels good. It feels like home. I have a shop, which has filled with dust in my absence. I have factors and subordinates who are incredibly pleased that I can be reached by letters at a singular address again. I have goods! Oh, good gods and Gild's great galloping grins, I have so many goods. I even managed to do a little ruin-hunting while I was gone, and picked up some antiques for restoration and sale. The first batch already disappeared!
I mean, they were bought. They didn't actually disappear. And so far none of them have talked to me, or moved, or depicted any horrific scenes of devastation, so I count that as a small blessing!
Written By Tyrus
Jan. 6, 2020, 11:22 a.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
There was a whale today. A single black whale, moving through unhindered. How could it be otherwise? Even sharks leave such behemoths alone. Peaceful they may be, yet like all creatures they can be roused to anger.
A whale, then. We watched it go by. I thought I glimpsed its eye as it did so, reflecting the darkened heavens and their denizen.
A whale, then. We watched it go by. I thought I glimpsed its eye as it did so, reflecting the darkened heavens and their denizen.
Written By Isidora
Jan. 6, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
A prayer for today.
Lagoma, I pray to learn to embrace change and that your healing influence guides there physician's hands.
Jayus, I pray to expand my mind to find new and creative solutions to age old problems.
Lagoma, I pray to learn to embrace change and that your healing influence guides there physician's hands.
Jayus, I pray to expand my mind to find new and creative solutions to age old problems.
Written By Cassandra
Jan. 6, 2020, 9:37 a.m.(7/6/1012 AR)
In the last few days, I recently had the honor of attending a knighting ceremony. It's not often that I find the time to really attend such things, but I I had forgotten how much I enjoyed them. You never really forget, and my own was far longer ago than I care to remember. The passing of knowledge from one generation to the next. The understanding that eventually, the torch will be passed, and the watch will extend to those newly minted on this particular path.
It is not an easy thing, at least so far as my own experience shows. I never saw the air of celebrity to it, though I'm sure that too plays apart for some. It was never an easy duty, not nearly as glamorous as some might expect, to be frank, it could be downright mundane at times. There were times in my youth that I thought that the standards that Gloria had set for knights were considered too high, too strict.
But as I have aged, moved through different phases of my life, I notice that it seems less strict and standards too high, but more that this is how Gloria envisioned us. Not what we are, but what we should aspire to be. The ideals were not set down as something to be considered optional, one is lesser without them, but rather a goal worth striving towards. It is not that we should emulate what Gloria wishes for us to be, but rather that we strive towards them. That we make the effort to try. And that in of itself is honorable. It is the attempt that matters, and it is in the attempt that we learn who we are as a person. What person we want to be. The kind of person the Gods believe we can be.
Nothing worth having is given, all requires effort. The knighting of Amari Keaton is proof of this. She learned, she toiled, she suffered, and she improved. What likely started as a young woman who aspired to see another, better version of herself is the one I met for the first time. I am proud of that. As I am proud of her, as well as I would think Gloria is pleased by seeing that accomplishment as well.
But, I would say this. We grow restless without a point to direct ourselves. We have achieved something great. Enjoy your accolades, for they are well deserved, but do not linger long. There is more to aspire to. As I feel that there should never be a top to the mountain, it should never plateau. The path is ever long, and we should always be prepared to meet it.
Knights I believe know this better than others.
It is not an easy thing, at least so far as my own experience shows. I never saw the air of celebrity to it, though I'm sure that too plays apart for some. It was never an easy duty, not nearly as glamorous as some might expect, to be frank, it could be downright mundane at times. There were times in my youth that I thought that the standards that Gloria had set for knights were considered too high, too strict.
But as I have aged, moved through different phases of my life, I notice that it seems less strict and standards too high, but more that this is how Gloria envisioned us. Not what we are, but what we should aspire to be. The ideals were not set down as something to be considered optional, one is lesser without them, but rather a goal worth striving towards. It is not that we should emulate what Gloria wishes for us to be, but rather that we strive towards them. That we make the effort to try. And that in of itself is honorable. It is the attempt that matters, and it is in the attempt that we learn who we are as a person. What person we want to be. The kind of person the Gods believe we can be.
Nothing worth having is given, all requires effort. The knighting of Amari Keaton is proof of this. She learned, she toiled, she suffered, and she improved. What likely started as a young woman who aspired to see another, better version of herself is the one I met for the first time. I am proud of that. As I am proud of her, as well as I would think Gloria is pleased by seeing that accomplishment as well.
But, I would say this. We grow restless without a point to direct ourselves. We have achieved something great. Enjoy your accolades, for they are well deserved, but do not linger long. There is more to aspire to. As I feel that there should never be a top to the mountain, it should never plateau. The path is ever long, and we should always be prepared to meet it.
Knights I believe know this better than others.
Written By Talwyn
Jan. 6, 2020, 9:21 a.m.(7/6/1012 AR)
Time in the Hall of Heroes has helped prepare and focus the mind on the goal of writing a new piece suitable for the Bard's College to find stories from years gone past. The perfection in the sculptures, the solitude allowing reflection, meant for one of the first times in Arx I could write.
Written By Sina
Jan. 6, 2020, 8 a.m.(7/6/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
As it happens, it seems our friendship is waterproof after all. It is good to have the Marquis and his friendship back in my life.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.