Written By Sabella
Dec. 20, 2019, 11:01 a.m.(5/28/1012 AR)
I am so happy to announce that I have TWO wonderful new proteges! Marquessa Iliana Leary, who has one of the sharpest minds I've ever known and combines this with a most wonderful sense of humor, and Mistress Wren who most of you likely know from the market where she keeps a stall packed with the most wonderful of things! I highly recommend the lace that she puts up on offer, it is exquisitely worked and so soft to the touch that I'm having an entire dress made out of it for the summer heat! Perhaps I'll even have a delicate latticework tiara made to accompany it. When was the last time lace veils were fashionable? I think it's about time they made a comeback! But do see her for anything you might need as she finds the best quality products and offers them for quite the discount!
I am very honored that they have both accepted my patronage and will do my best to ensure that everyone is always talking favorably about them!
I am very honored that they have both accepted my patronage and will do my best to ensure that everyone is always talking favorably about them!
Written By Iliana
Dec. 20, 2019, 12:57 a.m.(5/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Here's to a grand adventure, Your Highness.
Here's to a grand adventure, Your Highness.
Written By Mirella
Dec. 19, 2019, 8:20 p.m.(5/27/1012 AR)
To clarify my last journal, I mean really big animals. Unusually large. Not to say that I wouldn't like to see a living miniature bear or somesuch. A palm-sized bear sounds quite charming.
Written By Mirella
Dec. 19, 2019, 8:15 p.m.(5/27/1012 AR)
I'm considering a new line of study: zoology, focusing on animals of unusual size. Wolves, sharks, other creatures besides. It seems that I encounter them quite often, and I find it very intriguing. Not that I'm the only one who has run into such beasts, of course. I'm sure others have fascinating tales to tell about similar experiences outside of my own. I wouldn't mind hearing those tales, in fact.
Written By Vicente
Dec. 19, 2019, 5:17 p.m.(5/27/1012 AR)
I'm considering research on the matter of sanitation as a matter of defense and offense for military purposes. Of course, every general preparing for a siege considers it but often maneuvers can take an extended period of time and it is worth the matter being investigated.
Written By Strozza
Dec. 19, 2019, 4:29 p.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
Soon
Written By Rysen
Dec. 19, 2019, 3:57 p.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
Your sober insights and predictions are frighteningly accurate.
Know that as I write this, however, I'm smiling smugly. For all your intelligence and prescience, this world must be a boring place; whereas I, whose wild hopes lead to devastating disappointments, am never bored.
Know that as I write this, however, I'm smiling smugly. For all your intelligence and prescience, this world must be a boring place; whereas I, whose wild hopes lead to devastating disappointments, am never bored.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 19, 2019, 3:03 p.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
No, my lady. It is never a failure in and of itself to change irrevocably. To be transformed. Gold is the metal associated with Lagoma and change, and its strength is in being reshaped. And reshaped. But still gold, ah? Still gleaming. Still precious. Even wounds need not make us less.
Written By Strozza
Dec. 19, 2019, 1:39 p.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
"If only he'd have written poetry about.. I don't know. Some young lady's pillowy breasts, a flower, or a bird." Might be the most amusing sentence I've ever heard.
Written By Jules
Dec. 19, 2019, 1:25 p.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
The people you meet in the city are some of the most interesting and varied. You can have two people with the same desires and yet they are night and day. I'm fortunate to know as many as I do and look forward to meeting more!
Written By Preston
Dec. 19, 2019, 11:34 a.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Everyone has the capacity for change. No-one is static, no-one unmoved by all that occurs to them and within the world.
Sadly sometimes that change is not for the better, and we must accept that and move on. We must adjust our behaviour to face this new reality, this new person they have become. And if we must change, we must ensure our ideals and values do not. That we hold to the Gods, to their commands, to the strictures of the Faith.
Sadly sometimes that change is not for the better, and we must accept that and move on. We must adjust our behaviour to face this new reality, this new person they have become. And if we must change, we must ensure our ideals and values do not. That we hold to the Gods, to their commands, to the strictures of the Faith.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 19, 2019, 11:24 a.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
These are the times that measure the depth and intensity of our souls.
Written By Amari
Dec. 19, 2019, 10:46 a.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
The beautiful painting I created that depicted a very courageous donkey, which I left in Veronica's room so that she would be inspired each and every time she saw it has vanished!
It may have been stolen, misplaced or gods forbid, destroyed. I just don't know. Please, if anyone reads this and knows of its whereabouts please send word at your earliest possible convenience. Veronica is absolutely distraught without it.
It may have been stolen, misplaced or gods forbid, destroyed. I just don't know. Please, if anyone reads this and knows of its whereabouts please send word at your earliest possible convenience. Veronica is absolutely distraught without it.
Written By Martino
Dec. 19, 2019, 10:37 a.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Tesha
Your support, protection and clear voice instructing people to get away from the scene and back from the danger was so truly appreciated at the wedding.
There was a number that, at that moment where you are faced with such danger, remain ridged in place.
The boom in your voice certainly cut through.
There was a number that, at that moment where you are faced with such danger, remain ridged in place.
The boom in your voice certainly cut through.
Written By Imogene
Dec. 19, 2019, 10:29 a.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Objectively, one knows it: the horrors of slavery, the suffering endured under a vicious bondage. But it's one thing to know that in your head, and another to see it for yourself. To see the awful marks left on these poor men and women by the cruelty of their masters, in their eyes as well as on their flesh. To see a woman who reminds you of your own grandmother, being sold on the auction block for less than the price of a single good glove.
The brave band of heroes who came to Isle al'Aswaq to buy one unfortunate slave and wound up liberating countless more instead -- they did the work of the gods, and I could not be more grateful to them. To Lord Orrin and Lady Peri Seliki, whose every bold and compassionate act was bolstered by the strength of their principles as well as by their courageous souls. To Ser Merek Black, whose pockets are as large as his heart, and whose purchases spared a few of the most vulnerable from the horrors of the uprising itself. To Ser Thomas Hawkmour, kind Lord and valiant Knight, who never once complained of the bur in his keeping and instead, at the peril of his own life, kept her from being quite literally cleaved from his side. To Lady Thea Malvici, who acted with clever and ruthless efficiency in all things -- including, I dare say, healing my husband. And of course to Lord Dio Seraceni himself, without whom none of this would have come to pass.
And who really did lose a dreadful amount of blood. I'm sure you shouldn't always credit what your senses tell you when you're half-dead with an axe in your chest, darling.
The brave band of heroes who came to Isle al'Aswaq to buy one unfortunate slave and wound up liberating countless more instead -- they did the work of the gods, and I could not be more grateful to them. To Lord Orrin and Lady Peri Seliki, whose every bold and compassionate act was bolstered by the strength of their principles as well as by their courageous souls. To Ser Merek Black, whose pockets are as large as his heart, and whose purchases spared a few of the most vulnerable from the horrors of the uprising itself. To Ser Thomas Hawkmour, kind Lord and valiant Knight, who never once complained of the bur in his keeping and instead, at the peril of his own life, kept her from being quite literally cleaved from his side. To Lady Thea Malvici, who acted with clever and ruthless efficiency in all things -- including, I dare say, healing my husband. And of course to Lord Dio Seraceni himself, without whom none of this would have come to pass.
And who really did lose a dreadful amount of blood. I'm sure you shouldn't always credit what your senses tell you when you're half-dead with an axe in your chest, darling.
Written By Thomas
Dec. 19, 2019, 3:24 a.m.(5/25/1012 AR)
We were drawn to the Isle as strangers, but what we saw there bound us into one shining purpose, and I hope what we did will have forged us forever as friends.
I will never forget the ingenuity of the Selikis, who won the battle for us against the slavers before it even began with their careful planning. The inspiring words of Count Orrin, who rallied our spirits as the fighting began, and the sight of Lady Peri pulling that conch from the depths of her hair and giving it a blast to signal the charge will always put a fire in my soul in the retelling.
I will never forget the valiance of my brother knight Sir Merek, who refused to leave a single old or infirm slave he saw without buying their freedom and bringing them to safety before the uprising, and then fought like a demon in the streets against their oppressors.
I will never forget the ruthless skill of Lady Thea Malvici who brought a well-guarded slaver baron down with only a twitch of her fingers, and then charged bravely into the battle to save one of our own with those same hands.
And I will never forget the Marquis and Marquessa Saraceni, who brought us all together and with their wit and their will -- and a shipload of fearsome pirates -- brought the slave trade on the Isle to a fierce and bloody end. Neither of them shrank away when it came time to raise our blades, and for that kind of bravery the Gods must be well pleased.
I am deeply honored to have fought beside such an incomparable band, and pray for the day we are called together again, in peace or to bring it.
I will never forget the ingenuity of the Selikis, who won the battle for us against the slavers before it even began with their careful planning. The inspiring words of Count Orrin, who rallied our spirits as the fighting began, and the sight of Lady Peri pulling that conch from the depths of her hair and giving it a blast to signal the charge will always put a fire in my soul in the retelling.
I will never forget the valiance of my brother knight Sir Merek, who refused to leave a single old or infirm slave he saw without buying their freedom and bringing them to safety before the uprising, and then fought like a demon in the streets against their oppressors.
I will never forget the ruthless skill of Lady Thea Malvici who brought a well-guarded slaver baron down with only a twitch of her fingers, and then charged bravely into the battle to save one of our own with those same hands.
And I will never forget the Marquis and Marquessa Saraceni, who brought us all together and with their wit and their will -- and a shipload of fearsome pirates -- brought the slave trade on the Isle to a fierce and bloody end. Neither of them shrank away when it came time to raise our blades, and for that kind of bravery the Gods must be well pleased.
I am deeply honored to have fought beside such an incomparable band, and pray for the day we are called together again, in peace or to bring it.
Written By Lenne
Dec. 19, 2019, 3 a.m.(5/25/1012 AR)
Things change. A dream begins and ends, or ends and begins.
Different, and the same.
There. I never did understand these vague, ominous and mystical-sounding styles of White, to mark an enormous change in one's life. It wasn't so hard, though.
Different, and the same.
There. I never did understand these vague, ominous and mystical-sounding styles of White, to mark an enormous change in one's life. It wasn't so hard, though.
Written By Mikani
Dec. 19, 2019, 2:54 a.m.(5/25/1012 AR)
I have to say, I'm tired of my words being twisted until they are something misunderstood. That silence is taken as hostile and worry an act of aggression. If only there was another way to communicate.
Written By Aerandir
Dec. 19, 2019, 1:39 a.m.(5/25/1012 AR)
I saw you in your windowsill,
Singing with that gloomy trill;
O Nightingale, with such ease and grace,
Do you sing from your barred place!
Many rooms is your cage,
Downstairs, upstairs, I can gauge,
And even I with my outworn sword,
Could hear your troubled chords.
In your prison your master keeps you,
His form crippled and gnarled too;
A pious vulture of the ermine robe he is,
Seeking to always keep you his!
I looked upon your plumes many a-colour,
And I saw your naïve eyes go a-flutter;
Let me view you then, o Nightingale,
Free as you were without your metal veil.
Farewell, O Nightingale, goodbye!
One day I shall set you to the sky,
Once your bars lay a-broken,
Your heart's song shall be spoken.
Singing with that gloomy trill;
O Nightingale, with such ease and grace,
Do you sing from your barred place!
Many rooms is your cage,
Downstairs, upstairs, I can gauge,
And even I with my outworn sword,
Could hear your troubled chords.
In your prison your master keeps you,
His form crippled and gnarled too;
A pious vulture of the ermine robe he is,
Seeking to always keep you his!
I looked upon your plumes many a-colour,
And I saw your naïve eyes go a-flutter;
Let me view you then, o Nightingale,
Free as you were without your metal veil.
Farewell, O Nightingale, goodbye!
One day I shall set you to the sky,
Once your bars lay a-broken,
Your heart's song shall be spoken.
Written By Strozza
Dec. 19, 2019, 12:10 a.m.(5/25/1012 AR)
Gaze out to ever
The passage counted in beats
Yet most singular
The passage counted in beats
Yet most singular
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