Written By Sydney
Nov. 29, 2019, 2:16 p.m.(4/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexis
Let it be known that Alexis is capable of making metal sing. When presented with a unique request, she did not shy away from the commission, but met it and exceeded all expectations. Exceptional craftsmanship that makes me wonder if I should ever want for another pair of these unique gauntlets for as long as I live. Should the day come that I find myself with coin enough to do business again, I would not hesitate to do so.
To those who would discount a pit fighter's ability to strike in battles that matter, reserve judgement until you see what a talented armorsmith can come up with, when given creative freedom.
My gratitude is immeasurable.
To those who would discount a pit fighter's ability to strike in battles that matter, reserve judgement until you see what a talented armorsmith can come up with, when given creative freedom.
My gratitude is immeasurable.
Written By Icelyn
Nov. 29, 2019, 11:41 a.m.(4/14/1012 AR)
It's good to see Aviaron's Peak prospering. The bazaar has anchored us into the life and needs of the Compact, and it lightens my heart to know my family is of service to the Silver Order as well
Written By Delia
Nov. 29, 2019, 11:19 a.m.(4/14/1012 AR)
The upcoming gifting event with Lady Greenmarch is something I have been looking forward to since she first proposed the idea. Not only because she gives the best gifts (as I can attest), but because the Whisper House's gardens are finally free of snow and I can be outside without risking losing a toe or a finger to frostbite!
I just know it will be utterly grand.
I just know it will be utterly grand.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 29, 2019, 10:25 a.m.(4/14/1012 AR)
Hammer to the glass
Iron clad is the distance
Inward is resolve
Iron clad is the distance
Inward is resolve
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 28, 2019, 10:51 p.m.(4/13/1012 AR)
Tears shed, words spent. Sorrow, yet it is sorrow that makes one realize a simple truth often forgotten when the waters prove so deep as to kill all light.
Even as one sinks into the heart of nightmare, there are those whose ties serve to create a surface from which to push upwards from.
They may be hands that cannot reach into the waters, cannot pierce the surface. Yet the knowledge that they're there... Hope? No. But at least there's something out there, something that makes it worth it.
However long they may last.
Even as one sinks into the heart of nightmare, there are those whose ties serve to create a surface from which to push upwards from.
They may be hands that cannot reach into the waters, cannot pierce the surface. Yet the knowledge that they're there... Hope? No. But at least there's something out there, something that makes it worth it.
However long they may last.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 28, 2019, 10:17 p.m.(4/13/1012 AR)
When an act of kindness comes your way, pay it forward.
I expect this is going to take me a long time to repay.
I expect this is going to take me a long time to repay.
Written By Lenne
Nov. 28, 2019, 7:58 p.m.(4/13/1012 AR)
What situation have I found myself in, here in the city?
I knew I would find secrets, when I came to Arx. I even expected dark ones, to be examined in the spirit of scholarship. But what I did not expect was to find open admission and discussion among the high echelons of the city of dark forces being combated, and demonic things stirring.
I cannot deny that Mikani's wisdom in saying that the North has its own collection of 'secrets', if you care to drop your prejudices and look. But this is beyond the pale!
Perhaps this should be a Black Journal. But why should it be hidden? It is truth, and by Vellichor, it should be told. The world is far to closed-minded as it is, and needs to face the plain facts:
The 'mythology' of the past is not a mythology at all.
Dark things walk the world, and the good and pious people of the Compact can't defend against what they deny the existence of.
I knew I would find secrets, when I came to Arx. I even expected dark ones, to be examined in the spirit of scholarship. But what I did not expect was to find open admission and discussion among the high echelons of the city of dark forces being combated, and demonic things stirring.
I cannot deny that Mikani's wisdom in saying that the North has its own collection of 'secrets', if you care to drop your prejudices and look. But this is beyond the pale!
Perhaps this should be a Black Journal. But why should it be hidden? It is truth, and by Vellichor, it should be told. The world is far to closed-minded as it is, and needs to face the plain facts:
The 'mythology' of the past is not a mythology at all.
Dark things walk the world, and the good and pious people of the Compact can't defend against what they deny the existence of.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 28, 2019, 5:22 p.m.(4/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lenne
Thanks for looking after me the past few days. Sorry I haven't been more fun in since you've made to the city - but I promise to make it up to you with Lottie's, the best tea and coffee, rummaging through the Gilded Page, games at the Golden Hart, a soak in the stone pools, browsing the Spirit Walkers' library, shopping at the Tangled Skein and The Leather Paean, and a ride around the Gray Forest, while the weather's at its best.
You'll have so much fun, you'll be begging to be be bored again with Rukhnis, while she describes each of the herbs found in the conservatory - first in alphabetical order, and then all over again in order of their properties.
You'll have so much fun, you'll be begging to be be bored again with Rukhnis, while she describes each of the herbs found in the conservatory - first in alphabetical order, and then all over again in order of their properties.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 28, 2019, 12:14 p.m.(4/12/1012 AR)
Met the lovely Lady Dianna Mazetti again by pure happenstance, together with the most charming Whisper Anisha - they were looking for places to rent a house and was in my neighborhood. It is the best neighborhood too, really. I hope I shall get a new delightful neighbor soon!
Lady Dianna invited me to her being sworn in as Godsworn. Is it called sworn in? I guess, it is called 'Godsworn' after all. Either or, what a joyous event!
Somehow the shops all managed to finish my orders in time for the Oleander ball, though I had to spread it out or they'd never let me order anything again because I was apparently a little LATE with it. They took my ideas and made them into something amazing. I might even wear that outfit more than once. We'll see. Will definitely wear the circlet though, its one of those that goes with anything.
Now to think of what to get Princess Berenice for her birthday. I got like... four days to find something. No panic at all!
Lady Dianna invited me to her being sworn in as Godsworn. Is it called sworn in? I guess, it is called 'Godsworn' after all. Either or, what a joyous event!
Somehow the shops all managed to finish my orders in time for the Oleander ball, though I had to spread it out or they'd never let me order anything again because I was apparently a little LATE with it. They took my ideas and made them into something amazing. I might even wear that outfit more than once. We'll see. Will definitely wear the circlet though, its one of those that goes with anything.
Now to think of what to get Princess Berenice for her birthday. I got like... four days to find something. No panic at all!
Written By Lora
Nov. 28, 2019, 11:05 a.m.(4/12/1012 AR)
It's a world of danger, a world of fear,
It's a world of darkness, a world of tears,
There's so much that we dare, but it's time to beware,
It's a dark world after all.
Though the wild winds blow and the tempests howl,
And through all your dreams does a dark thing prowl,
If we hold the light we will make it through the night,
It's a dark world after all.
It's a world of darkness, a world of tears,
There's so much that we dare, but it's time to beware,
It's a dark world after all.
Though the wild winds blow and the tempests howl,
And through all your dreams does a dark thing prowl,
If we hold the light we will make it through the night,
It's a dark world after all.
Written By Saya
Nov. 28, 2019, 1:05 a.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
I dreamt I was small again. I dreamt I was full of courage and excitement. I dreamt of running up the cliffs with others of my age. All of us filled with glee as we ran, climbed, and scrambled up to the very top. Some lost their nerve. But not I. I screamed out with glee as I hurled myself from the cliff and into the freezing waters below. Fighting against the currents of the sea and back to shore. Too tired to go again, but with a sense of peace in my heart. Father was not pleased-- he never dived. Mother approved-- she dived, too.
I dreamt I was older. Standing on the banks of a river. Fishing with my brother. His golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes so blue it felt like looking into the sky. He was teaching me how to fish. River fish are tricky, he told me. You must be quick. For they swim faster as they follow the river currents.
Then I'm so full of sounds and thoughts and feelings and smells and it all blends to blackness, and numbness. I try to scream but my head is underwater. And everything begins to fade away into the numbness. And then I am nothing and I am full. And then there is a sharp, whistling sound and agony in my brain and I am running. Running. Running. My feet bleed and I am running still. I am not alone. We are running. Running together. But I am alone. I am empty and alone and I am everything.
I am anything.
My feet are bleeding and it is quiet.
I am anything.
I dreamt I was older. Standing on the banks of a river. Fishing with my brother. His golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes so blue it felt like looking into the sky. He was teaching me how to fish. River fish are tricky, he told me. You must be quick. For they swim faster as they follow the river currents.
Then I'm so full of sounds and thoughts and feelings and smells and it all blends to blackness, and numbness. I try to scream but my head is underwater. And everything begins to fade away into the numbness. And then I am nothing and I am full. And then there is a sharp, whistling sound and agony in my brain and I am running. Running. Running. My feet bleed and I am running still. I am not alone. We are running. Running together. But I am alone. I am empty and alone and I am everything.
I am anything.
My feet are bleeding and it is quiet.
I am anything.
Written By Saya
Nov. 28, 2019, 12:52 a.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
Were you dropped on your head a small creature? I am not certain if I should ban stupidity from the Steep as well, but at that point I wouldn't have any clientele at all.
Written By Saya
Nov. 28, 2019, 12:05 a.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Here is a list of things not ALLOWED in the Ignoble Steep:
- Nudety
- Squirrels
- Peacocks
- Stoats
- Nudety
- Squirrels
- Peacocks
- Stoats
Written By Dianna
Nov. 27, 2019, 11:12 p.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
I write this for all eyes who may look upon this journal to see and know henceforth and forever more:
The woman who is my mortal cousin and who was my Marquessa, and the man who is her husband and was my Marquis are the most extraordinary of people whom I have been honored to meet.
My love for them abounds, exceeds all possible expectations; and I shall forever love them.
That I am given even the honor of holding the name 'Godsworn' is a gift from them that I shall cherish above all other gifts and make good on for all my days.
I am blessed, have been blessed and continue to be blessed by them both, in all they do and have ever done.
Let it be known that these two love their family, cherish them beyond what could ever be expected of two people, of a cousin, of a liege -
And should it ever be questioned as to their support of one Sister Dianna Godsworn, may such questioning be struck down by my own words, that I have written down here, in this journal:
For they both have and forever support me in my decision to be godsworn.
The woman who is my mortal cousin and who was my Marquessa, and the man who is her husband and was my Marquis are the most extraordinary of people whom I have been honored to meet.
My love for them abounds, exceeds all possible expectations; and I shall forever love them.
That I am given even the honor of holding the name 'Godsworn' is a gift from them that I shall cherish above all other gifts and make good on for all my days.
I am blessed, have been blessed and continue to be blessed by them both, in all they do and have ever done.
Let it be known that these two love their family, cherish them beyond what could ever be expected of two people, of a cousin, of a liege -
And should it ever be questioned as to their support of one Sister Dianna Godsworn, may such questioning be struck down by my own words, that I have written down here, in this journal:
For they both have and forever support me in my decision to be godsworn.
Written By Cyril
Nov. 27, 2019, 11:10 p.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Lord Cyril Melaeris on speaking to loved ones after they have passed,
If you had the chance to say one thing to a loved one after they have died, would you?
Would you listen to them if they came to you with warnings and messages from the beyond?
Would you ignore the visit and blame it on too much wine?
Or would you ask yourself, what is it that keeps them anchored in the land of the living? Is it you? Your guilt. Their revenge.
Written By Jael
Nov. 27, 2019, 9:08 p.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
I accidentally helped Lady Amari catch a banana leaf dealer. He had been using an old woman as a cover for his dealings. Horrid man. She thought Papa was still alive and that this scoundrel was her dead son. Amari coldclocked him, which he absolutely deserved.
We left her with the Mercies. I imagine there isn't much they can do for her memory, but they can make sure she's in good health otherwise, and I've arranged to have someone stay with her in her home to see that no one else takes advantage of her. I hope she doesn't shout at them like she did my brother.
We left her with the Mercies. I imagine there isn't much they can do for her memory, but they can make sure she's in good health otherwise, and I've arranged to have someone stay with her in her home to see that no one else takes advantage of her. I hope she doesn't shout at them like she did my brother.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 27, 2019, 8:19 p.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Always to the side.
The center is for others
Walk on in silence
The center is for others
Walk on in silence
Written By Riagnon
Nov. 27, 2019, 7:32 p.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadern
Without the Lord Magistrate's careful review and design for the Red Guard's code of conduct regarding the treatment of criminals within Acheron territories, I cannot say that these ambitious endeavors of our house would've been quite as successful as they have - at least not without much more in the way of bloodshed. Thanks to his efforts on behalf of a Northern neighbor along with Princess Agatha and my patron, Lord Commander Eleanor, our roads are safer for friends from far and wide, our people continue to flourish locally, and our newly-born armed forces see significant expansions.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 27, 2019, 2:53 p.m.(4/10/1012 AR)
If I test myself hard enough, I'll find the line which I cannot cross. The boundary which cannot be broken, and the threshold I'll not pass.
I've reflected at length upon my weaknesses, but I've done little lipservice to that which makes me strong. I can put it more elegantly to pen, as I have time enough to find the right words.
Tenacity. Ferocity. Conviction.
I stand when others sit, and sit when others stand. I don't mistake the nature of a person by the quality of their lineage, nor gauge their worth in similar means.
I laugh long, I love viciously and fully, I charge forth, and when I see my flaws, I examine them. I give them proper study, and I act. Seldom will the same trick strike me when I've seen it once.
And though this journal shall be white, I am not full of bluster and self praise. My back is not sore from the patting I've given it, for my touch is light.
I write better than I speak, and I speak better than most assume, when they pry the bottle from my hand.
This felt good to put to paper, and I suspect avid readers of every submitted entry shall if nothing else be relieved not to hear of ill tidings and vitriol.
Not that it ever was for you, dearest reader.
I've reflected at length upon my weaknesses, but I've done little lipservice to that which makes me strong. I can put it more elegantly to pen, as I have time enough to find the right words.
Tenacity. Ferocity. Conviction.
I stand when others sit, and sit when others stand. I don't mistake the nature of a person by the quality of their lineage, nor gauge their worth in similar means.
I laugh long, I love viciously and fully, I charge forth, and when I see my flaws, I examine them. I give them proper study, and I act. Seldom will the same trick strike me when I've seen it once.
And though this journal shall be white, I am not full of bluster and self praise. My back is not sore from the patting I've given it, for my touch is light.
I write better than I speak, and I speak better than most assume, when they pry the bottle from my hand.
This felt good to put to paper, and I suspect avid readers of every submitted entry shall if nothing else be relieved not to hear of ill tidings and vitriol.
Not that it ever was for you, dearest reader.
Written By Ophelia
Nov. 27, 2019, 2:47 p.m.(4/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
I never thought it possible, but I think I can be friends with a hawk. And her name is Aletta!
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