Written By Jaenelle
Nov. 17, 2019, 10:22 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
On a recent trip from Lenosia to Caith my carriage was attacked. No one was informed of my trip save for a select, small group so I know that this attack was not due to who I am, but would have happened regardless. The Great Road is a work in progress, it will always be a work in progress, and I take the safety of my people very seriously. Thankfully those men that attacked me are no longer a threat.
Sir Merek Black, Knight of the Lyceum
Harlex Valtyr, Sword of Lenosia
Sir Jeffeth Bayweather, Grandmaster of the Silver Order
Dame Bree Harthall, Knight of Solace
Sir Bhandn Yvar, Knight of Solace.
Thank you. For all you did, for all you do.
Sir Merek Black, Knight of the Lyceum
Harlex Valtyr, Sword of Lenosia
Sir Jeffeth Bayweather, Grandmaster of the Silver Order
Dame Bree Harthall, Knight of Solace
Sir Bhandn Yvar, Knight of Solace.
Thank you. For all you did, for all you do.
Written By Kaia
Nov. 17, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
The Fire and Ice Ball was wonderful!
I got to meet some new faces and get reacquainted with a few old ones. It was a most pleasant evening, with marvelous dancing and outstanding prizes.
I got to meet some new faces and get reacquainted with a few old ones. It was a most pleasant evening, with marvelous dancing and outstanding prizes.
Written By Thesarin
Nov. 17, 2019, 10:15 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
House Riven would recognize, and give thanks, to
Prince Tyrus Thrax
Marquessa Lora DiFidante
Lord Ian Kennex
Sir Amund
Mirella Fiorelli
for their good friendship and good works at rooting out and putting to torch an Abandoned clan that has scourged the Mother's March for generations.
Their unclean land and vile religion are undone, for the benefit of all peoples of Arvum.
Prince Tyrus Thrax
Marquessa Lora DiFidante
Lord Ian Kennex
Sir Amund
Mirella Fiorelli
for their good friendship and good works at rooting out and putting to torch an Abandoned clan that has scourged the Mother's March for generations.
Their unclean land and vile religion are undone, for the benefit of all peoples of Arvum.
Written By Josephine
Nov. 17, 2019, 10:08 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
It is hard to sit here.
Her skull is done, the shimmering white of the chalcedony and inside of that skull that I have carved, the amethyst crystals rising and falling in jagged peaks. The polish cloth removes traces of dust even though there is none that remains.
Brenlin lives. It mocked me from out his mouth, her voice in a strangers mouth. Yet he lives and that sliver of him is dead. I heard it die, like I heard her die and I took solace and glee in it's agony. Till the very last whisper of it's hungry self gave up and the stygian pitted and perished in the flames of Lagoma's mercy.
The only mercy that I will give it.
They have found it's cradle.
Burn it all. Send it to the Queen.
May she be more merciful than I would.
Her skull is done, the shimmering white of the chalcedony and inside of that skull that I have carved, the amethyst crystals rising and falling in jagged peaks. The polish cloth removes traces of dust even though there is none that remains.
Brenlin lives. It mocked me from out his mouth, her voice in a strangers mouth. Yet he lives and that sliver of him is dead. I heard it die, like I heard her die and I took solace and glee in it's agony. Till the very last whisper of it's hungry self gave up and the stygian pitted and perished in the flames of Lagoma's mercy.
The only mercy that I will give it.
They have found it's cradle.
Burn it all. Send it to the Queen.
May she be more merciful than I would.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 17, 2019, 9:56 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
The Shamanistic ways some uphold are bizarre to me.
In a life spent generally at sea, there was little time to truly study or contemplate.
What do these people get from their traditions?
Many who follow the pantheon feel it bizarre nonsense.
But do not the 'primitive religions' not stand, in part, as the reflection of civilized faith?
In a life spent generally at sea, there was little time to truly study or contemplate.
What do these people get from their traditions?
Many who follow the pantheon feel it bizarre nonsense.
But do not the 'primitive religions' not stand, in part, as the reflection of civilized faith?
Written By Edward
Nov. 17, 2019, 9:54 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
You waste your words and your time. But I admire your dedication.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 17, 2019, 9:53 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.
Written By Jaenelle
Nov. 17, 2019, 9:05 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
How dare you suggest I would not have food and drink available when I speak of my very important, and deeply historical account of dance. Specifically any dancing which occurs in a geometric design. Squares are no laughing matter.
Written By Torian
Nov. 17, 2019, 8:56 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
say what I will about being a sellsword in my youth, as poor as I was then, the life I live now threatens to make me a fat old man.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 17, 2019, 8:24 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Sometimes the answers you seek are never easy. It causes more questions and puts you in circles. You can only hope you find the right decision.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 17, 2019, 8:17 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirk
Word of advice. Always carry cookies!
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 17, 2019, 8:15 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
I have met more new people this week! It's been great! I got to talk about my home and fishing and sailing! It was great!
Written By Alarissa
Nov. 17, 2019, 7:06 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
I do not think I make an error. All the entries were lovely in their own way. Lord Jyri's scaffolding upon which to adhere plates of different materials was lovely, and the functionality they gave with regards to placing other hands on it or items to make it useful was a lovely touch. Baroness Skye's alaricite scaffolding that had plates in it, and different paintings to be done or pieces to put in it. Goodman Apollo made an arm fit for everyday wear with this garment and that, with matching gloves. It was a beautiful simplicity. Lady Zoey and Goodman Otto made more modern marvels of engineering that would presumably take quite some time to set fingers and hands to gripping via the tightening of wire like that on a lute. Both Alaricite. Each arm had a place, an purpose.
My daughter even made an entry. Who she collaborated with in the house I do not know, but it was a stick with holes in it for ribbon, covered in glass and at the end were not less than five gold grapefruit spoons.
Now I know why the head of the staff was muttering about missing spoons. I promised her I would wear it. Gods above, I do not know where I will, but I will. Perhaps to family dinner. She was very proud of it.
But none lived quite up to what I had hoped to see. They were all lovely but function over art seemed to be what most looked to. Nearly to a man and woman they all cited that it would be as if I never lost an arm.
I have lost an arm. I will never forget. All I want, is to cover what I have left, that ugliness, with something beautiful. Full articulation of the fingers is.... time consuming. Though goodman Otto's will be a good thing I think, for out riding. Or punching a shark on the nose.
My daughter even made an entry. Who she collaborated with in the house I do not know, but it was a stick with holes in it for ribbon, covered in glass and at the end were not less than five gold grapefruit spoons.
Now I know why the head of the staff was muttering about missing spoons. I promised her I would wear it. Gods above, I do not know where I will, but I will. Perhaps to family dinner. She was very proud of it.
But none lived quite up to what I had hoped to see. They were all lovely but function over art seemed to be what most looked to. Nearly to a man and woman they all cited that it would be as if I never lost an arm.
I have lost an arm. I will never forget. All I want, is to cover what I have left, that ugliness, with something beautiful. Full articulation of the fingers is.... time consuming. Though goodman Otto's will be a good thing I think, for out riding. Or punching a shark on the nose.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 17, 2019, 6:52 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Every now and then, walking around the city reveals the most interesting tales. Did you know the death of the first Lord Commander of the Queen's Guard died of a wyvern attack on Baron Street?
Connecting those historical details with mythological stories is a lifeline to the past through the future.
Connecting those historical details with mythological stories is a lifeline to the past through the future.
Written By Esme
Nov. 17, 2019, 6:29 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
I have said good-byes in my life. I don't mind them normally, it is a part of life. Sometimes it is a person that you loved. That good-bye can come in the form of death, but then there is the other kind. The kind that you say good-bye to a love and a dream with a person, but they walk around and see you. You see them. Life continues, but not the way you thought. I was asked if this is better or worse. I can only speak for myself when I say better. You get to see their happiness play out when they find it.
There are good byes to family and friends. They are going to their home lands, on a journey, or even death. It is a constant hello and good-bye of life. I like when they come back and have tales. I can see the changes in them. I never don't love any of them.
Then there are good-byes to potential. That connection you felt for someone that left you breathless for their next message to you. Or the next time you saw them. Or just being near them. The heady intoxication of their being. That one is the hardest for me. It's because there were so many paths that are just shuttered closed. I struggle with this one the most this week. It's not brought me sadness, just a sort of bittersweet. I don't think I'm ever truly sad for long in life. I just miss their presence, but duty dictates and we will go forward. I thought our good-bye was a good one.
Then it wasn't even remembered. I admit that I was a little hurt, but then I realized the Gods have a plan. They have a plan for the person and they have a plan for me. They needed to forget and I needed to remember. So, smile bright, I shall. Love is an intoxication. Love is a wonderful pain. Love is everything. No matter how we define it or how long it lasts.
I just pray everyone has a moment of love in their lives.
I am also sort of praying for Spring -- Northerners don't hate me. I think winter is gorgeous, but I'm cold ALL THE TIME.
There are good byes to family and friends. They are going to their home lands, on a journey, or even death. It is a constant hello and good-bye of life. I like when they come back and have tales. I can see the changes in them. I never don't love any of them.
Then there are good-byes to potential. That connection you felt for someone that left you breathless for their next message to you. Or the next time you saw them. Or just being near them. The heady intoxication of their being. That one is the hardest for me. It's because there were so many paths that are just shuttered closed. I struggle with this one the most this week. It's not brought me sadness, just a sort of bittersweet. I don't think I'm ever truly sad for long in life. I just miss their presence, but duty dictates and we will go forward. I thought our good-bye was a good one.
Then it wasn't even remembered. I admit that I was a little hurt, but then I realized the Gods have a plan. They have a plan for the person and they have a plan for me. They needed to forget and I needed to remember. So, smile bright, I shall. Love is an intoxication. Love is a wonderful pain. Love is everything. No matter how we define it or how long it lasts.
I just pray everyone has a moment of love in their lives.
I am also sort of praying for Spring -- Northerners don't hate me. I think winter is gorgeous, but I'm cold ALL THE TIME.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 17, 2019, 5:53 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Joy is knowing spring is but a few weeks away. I'm cold.
A Promise of Spring, a song dedicated to Lagoma
As the cold days slowly pass one by one
Wintery gray skies seem to lack the sun.
Snow falls deep and blankets the ground
And crackling ice is a frequent sound.
In time Lagoma's changes come to pass.
Snow is replaced by young green grass.
The pale sun starts to brighten the sky
And overhead, birds call out and fly.
Whispers of warmth drift soft in the air.
Signs of change can be seen everywhere.
Crops sprout in the new-turned fields.
A soft fur cloak to a spring coat yields.
Gray skies lighten and turn spring blue.
Sweet flowers bloom in the mornin' dew.
As seasons change, one thing holds true
Work needs to be done, plans made anew.
Watch Lagoma's steady everlasting flame
Respect lesson's value comin' with change
Find joy and beauty wherever might be
Accepting change can set a spirit free.
A Promise of Spring, a song dedicated to Lagoma
As the cold days slowly pass one by one
Wintery gray skies seem to lack the sun.
Snow falls deep and blankets the ground
And crackling ice is a frequent sound.
In time Lagoma's changes come to pass.
Snow is replaced by young green grass.
The pale sun starts to brighten the sky
And overhead, birds call out and fly.
Whispers of warmth drift soft in the air.
Signs of change can be seen everywhere.
Crops sprout in the new-turned fields.
A soft fur cloak to a spring coat yields.
Gray skies lighten and turn spring blue.
Sweet flowers bloom in the mornin' dew.
As seasons change, one thing holds true
Work needs to be done, plans made anew.
Watch Lagoma's steady everlasting flame
Respect lesson's value comin' with change
Find joy and beauty wherever might be
Accepting change can set a spirit free.
Written By Leola
Nov. 17, 2019, 5:32 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Dante
It was delightful for Marquis Dante DiFidante to compliment me on the gown given to me by his family. I told him as much; and the lengths i'd gone to to accessorise around it. it is certainly old fashioned by the fast-paced standards of the textile industry of Arx, but I value it greatly, as I value all my gifts
Written By Preston
Nov. 17, 2019, 5:03 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
I have been pondering this all week since the Count Navegant made his comments.
Aleksei Morgan is one of the most infuriating people I know. He is infuriating in large part because of his incisive wisdom. I don't pretend he is perfect, that would be silly - his failures are public, and they placed him outside of the brotherhood of the Faith and I will always be sorry for that.
But, you can disagree or agree or throw pottery at him as you wish. He is a person. A mortal man.
The thing I think that needs care is whether one takes issue with actions he has taken since he became no longer my Brother, or the actions he took as the Blessed of the First Choice. Those he took with the support of the Faith. And that might be seen as questioning not Aleksei Morgan the man, but the Faith of the Pantheon, the Holy Church of Arvum and representative of the Gods. They were modest, they were kind, and they were just. That nobles of Thrax subsequently took other choices in House Kennex? That is a temporal concern, but one where the Faith was again happy to alleviate suffering and support.
Thrax remain constant and devout friends of the Faith and the Templars in particular. We will always help the faithful where we can.
Aleksei Morgan is one of the most infuriating people I know. He is infuriating in large part because of his incisive wisdom. I don't pretend he is perfect, that would be silly - his failures are public, and they placed him outside of the brotherhood of the Faith and I will always be sorry for that.
But, you can disagree or agree or throw pottery at him as you wish. He is a person. A mortal man.
The thing I think that needs care is whether one takes issue with actions he has taken since he became no longer my Brother, or the actions he took as the Blessed of the First Choice. Those he took with the support of the Faith. And that might be seen as questioning not Aleksei Morgan the man, but the Faith of the Pantheon, the Holy Church of Arvum and representative of the Gods. They were modest, they were kind, and they were just. That nobles of Thrax subsequently took other choices in House Kennex? That is a temporal concern, but one where the Faith was again happy to alleviate suffering and support.
Thrax remain constant and devout friends of the Faith and the Templars in particular. We will always help the faithful where we can.
Written By Alexio
Nov. 17, 2019, 3:53 p.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
Business has been going well at DIE. Recently we got some new merchandise. Some classic lycene silk shirts in the most interesting shades thanks to Apollo's dye suppliers; and, a few bottles of a luxe Raspeberry and Chocolate Cordial thanks to the splendid collaboration between a Crownland and Southern House.
Written By Felicia
Nov. 17, 2019, 2:12 p.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
This week my family was fortunate- my sister, Amantha, and I both won gowns at the Fire and Ice ball. From what I saw of hers before it was taken away it was a lovely thing of butterflies. The one I received is a glorious piece of the night sky in umbra sewn with silver thread. It's in a somewhat Lycene style, which I wont pretend is my usual wont, but I am delighted by the way it falls, and the elegant simplicity of the threading over a weight of gems. I don't know who its creator is, but hopefully they might read this entry and know it has found a good home.
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