Written By Ephrath
Nov. 17, 2019, 1:21 p.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
I have opened my own shop.
When I first set out for Arx, I had almost expected to find myself in an apprenticeship once again. After all, one hears of the great artisans in the city. Their skill, their knowledge, and oft their fame. But the Crafters Guild is supportive of even newcomers and here I am: a shop of my own.
(And wow, writing in the Archives. If only Absalom could see me- could see this place.)
I have already made sales, at that! I suspect I shall be busy here, but I am glad for it.
When I first set out for Arx, I had almost expected to find myself in an apprenticeship once again. After all, one hears of the great artisans in the city. Their skill, their knowledge, and oft their fame. But the Crafters Guild is supportive of even newcomers and here I am: a shop of my own.
(And wow, writing in the Archives. If only Absalom could see me- could see this place.)
I have already made sales, at that! I suspect I shall be busy here, but I am glad for it.
Written By Hadrian
Nov. 17, 2019, 12:35 p.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
The Archduchess-Regent and I had a wonderful conversation recently. During that conversation it was discovered that she has a deep love and admiration for Oathlands line dancing. Or was it square dancing?
Ask her about it sometime. Make sure you have a snack on hand, possibly some water. You're in for a long conversation.
Ask her about it sometime. Make sure you have a snack on hand, possibly some water. You're in for a long conversation.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 17, 2019, 11:47 a.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
Is it gallows humor to joke about the various ways in which you may have died in the past?
Written By Thea
Nov. 17, 2019, 10:25 a.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
I have seen things last night I cannot unsee. While a few questions have to light, it doesn't make it any easier. Was justice served just yet? No..I dont think so, not for me. I am however grateful to the DiFidantes for inviting me to come along.
Written By Otto
Nov. 17, 2019, 7:39 a.m.(3/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
The Princess liked my design, in so far as it could be used in a functional fashion. Suggested some improvements on it to make it more fashionable for one such as herself. Have to double my efforts for it. Like Master Babbage always said, the commissioner has the vision, it's our job to make it real.
Also, I think I will be making some signs to put up advertising my shop. Over in the Lowers other's might not know of it. Now where to put them...
Also, I think I will be making some signs to put up advertising my shop. Over in the Lowers other's might not know of it. Now where to put them...
Written By Zoey
Nov. 17, 2019, 3:01 a.m.(3/17/1012 AR)
Thank the gods that Lady Victoria has joined us in Arx again. We have never needed her more.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 17, 2019, 2:15 a.m.(3/17/1012 AR)
A busy day. Too busy by far.
The path to self-improvement is riddled with setbacks and truths that are bitter to hear.
I endeavor to meditate on what I've learned - probably with as much whiskey as it takes to take the edge off. After that?
The work begins.
The path to self-improvement is riddled with setbacks and truths that are bitter to hear.
I endeavor to meditate on what I've learned - probably with as much whiskey as it takes to take the edge off. After that?
The work begins.
Written By Dio
Nov. 17, 2019, 12:42 a.m.(3/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Imogene
Souls with secrets cannot love deeply. For what is love but trust and intimacy? One cannot truly love what one does not truly know. The secret comes to take their places. The keeper can only trust that the secret must remain a secret, and the intimacy they experience is in contemplating the secret.
When I was ashore in Setarco, my mates while deep in our cups with some favorable companionship were asked why commoners of Pravus ever marry. Niccolo, a particularly sensitive if cock-eyed and snaggle-toothed young man spoke of 'the thunderbolt' - the striking bond that happens maybe once in a lifetime, when you see a soul that you know belongs with your own - a not uncommon myth in the lands of steel and silk, cast as a net with a wink by older folk fishing for a bedmate. I laughed. Aye, thunderbolts must strike often in Ischia, I told them. I have more siblings than I'll ever know.
Once I saw a young woman from Meadowleigh, visiting the brother of her close friend. There was a... scent, might've been, mixing with the salt air blowing in from the hills of Ischia, a scent of sorrow. And as she walked with her friend, she knelt, and plucked from a bush a spiraling white and gold plumeria. She smiled, and there was a gleam of joy in her eyes all mixed with that aura of sorrow. I'll join the Prophet before I admit Niccolo wiser than myself, no matter how much I'd had to drink. But as for the secret, I wrapped it in chains and cast it overboard, and down it sank to the Abyss, for it lost its hold on me when I saw the woman in that flash of light.
When I was ashore in Setarco, my mates while deep in our cups with some favorable companionship were asked why commoners of Pravus ever marry. Niccolo, a particularly sensitive if cock-eyed and snaggle-toothed young man spoke of 'the thunderbolt' - the striking bond that happens maybe once in a lifetime, when you see a soul that you know belongs with your own - a not uncommon myth in the lands of steel and silk, cast as a net with a wink by older folk fishing for a bedmate. I laughed. Aye, thunderbolts must strike often in Ischia, I told them. I have more siblings than I'll ever know.
Once I saw a young woman from Meadowleigh, visiting the brother of her close friend. There was a... scent, might've been, mixing with the salt air blowing in from the hills of Ischia, a scent of sorrow. And as she walked with her friend, she knelt, and plucked from a bush a spiraling white and gold plumeria. She smiled, and there was a gleam of joy in her eyes all mixed with that aura of sorrow. I'll join the Prophet before I admit Niccolo wiser than myself, no matter how much I'd had to drink. But as for the secret, I wrapped it in chains and cast it overboard, and down it sank to the Abyss, for it lost its hold on me when I saw the woman in that flash of light.
Written By Elisha
Nov. 16, 2019, 9:41 p.m.(3/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I am a charlatan;
I know nothing and I am worth less.
I hereby disclaim poetry.
I deny fables, histories, and lullabies.
I beg forgiveness of all the gods save Tehom.
I beg forgiveness, too, of my beloved friends,
this soaring, heartbroken family
bound by tears and dreams,
and I am eager to learn
which subjects exist
at such a distance from the divine
that I may yet write upon them.
I know nothing and I am worth less.
I hereby disclaim poetry.
I deny fables, histories, and lullabies.
I beg forgiveness of all the gods save Tehom.
I beg forgiveness, too, of my beloved friends,
this soaring, heartbroken family
bound by tears and dreams,
and I am eager to learn
which subjects exist
at such a distance from the divine
that I may yet write upon them.
Written By Katherine
Nov. 16, 2019, 7:44 p.m.(3/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Brigid
I promise to do all that is in my power to do to set things right. It is a rather vague goal, to be sure, but far better than living aimlessly, don't you agree? Like it or not, dear cousin, you are stuck with me, now!
Written By Colette
Nov. 16, 2019, 3:57 p.m.(3/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
I am rather upset my Uncle Kedehern has been hiding from me. The game is afoot it seems.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 16, 2019, 3:22 p.m.(3/16/1012 AR)
A gala ball, I have not attended such in so long a while, that I am surprised I still know how to dance.
I do hope to see family there, especially my favorite cousins Alessia and Dianna. Though I am absolutely certain I will see the latter there. It would also be a delight to see the former.
For certain others that I spy there, I do hope that they will find my choice of attire particularly enjoyable for the spontaneity of my decision between elements featured for this ball
I do hope to see family there, especially my favorite cousins Alessia and Dianna. Though I am absolutely certain I will see the latter there. It would also be a delight to see the former.
For certain others that I spy there, I do hope that they will find my choice of attire particularly enjoyable for the spontaneity of my decision between elements featured for this ball
Written By Saoirse
Nov. 16, 2019, 3:09 p.m.(3/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
How is being forced into servitude different from slavery?
If thralldom is so different, why is your High Lord working so hard to eradicate the barbaric practice?
If thralldom is so different, why is your High Lord working so hard to eradicate the barbaric practice?
Written By Cambria
Nov. 16, 2019, 12:21 a.m.(3/15/1012 AR)
One of the most profound things I have learned from looking back is that I must go forward.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 15, 2019, 11:54 p.m.(3/15/1012 AR)
What an utterly black day, for being covered in snow.
Written By Peri
Nov. 15, 2019, 5:05 p.m.(3/15/1012 AR)
The Seliki lady asks me to write down the sound of her conch shell that she is blowing to celebrate the birth of Lady Sereia Seliki, daughter of Count Orrin Seliki and Countess-Consort Scythia Seliki.
This shell gives a loud squawk followed by a sputtering and a "that's not how it goes" whereupon there is deep sustained booming.
Do not taste the drink she is sharing. It is vile. Is it a jape? Yet she drinks it.
This shell gives a loud squawk followed by a sputtering and a "that's not how it goes" whereupon there is deep sustained booming.
Do not taste the drink she is sharing. It is vile. Is it a jape? Yet she drinks it.
Written By Dianna
Nov. 15, 2019, 1:56 p.m.(3/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Having encountered so much poetry, of late, I am inclined to wonder if I should write - or endeavor in some kind of artistry.
Where is there time, though - when life's questions and mysteries abound, when there are so many people yet to know? In truth, I've barely a moment for my own journals, much less for savoring sounds of evocative words.
Besides, this winter's chill has my fingers frozen nearly stiff; only warmed brandy - and some clear, spiced-pear liquor I have chanced upon - manage to keep my blood moving, as well as whisky, (when brandy is in short supply).
The Everwinter tasting was warm enough, though: The sheer number of bodies within even such a grand room kept me warm enough (although, it is possible that I did not notice, on account of having discovered the delightful warmth of bear fur. I shall never take it off all winter, I am sure). Thank you, again, for hosting such a grand party, Countess, and for entertaining my dearest cousin throughout the eve.
Where is there time, though - when life's questions and mysteries abound, when there are so many people yet to know? In truth, I've barely a moment for my own journals, much less for savoring sounds of evocative words.
Besides, this winter's chill has my fingers frozen nearly stiff; only warmed brandy - and some clear, spiced-pear liquor I have chanced upon - manage to keep my blood moving, as well as whisky, (when brandy is in short supply).
The Everwinter tasting was warm enough, though: The sheer number of bodies within even such a grand room kept me warm enough (although, it is possible that I did not notice, on account of having discovered the delightful warmth of bear fur. I shall never take it off all winter, I am sure). Thank you, again, for hosting such a grand party, Countess, and for entertaining my dearest cousin throughout the eve.
Written By Strozza
Nov. 15, 2019, 12:54 p.m.(3/14/1012 AR)
There is gray above
Silence thunders below it
A blanket reflects
Silence thunders below it
A blanket reflects
Written By Rinel
Nov. 15, 2019, 10:48 a.m.(3/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
It becomes easier as one begins to recognize the writing styles of the more popular scribes. Personally, I have only requested that Atreke write my journals for me when I have been incapable of doing so myself. There is something sacred to me in the act of putting quill to vellum--as though with each scratch of quill on parchment I am making a sacrifice to Lord Vellichor, consecrating each word with every stroke of the pen.
This feeling of consecration is, at times, all that has held me back from utter ruin.
Doubtlessly such an admission will prove alarming to those who have read the more emotional of my writings.
This feeling of consecration is, at times, all that has held me back from utter ruin.
Doubtlessly such an admission will prove alarming to those who have read the more emotional of my writings.
Written By Juniper
Nov. 15, 2019, 5:37 a.m.(3/14/1012 AR)
I'm fortunate that this time it was my left hand, my left arm, that was burned. I write this easily, without the difficulty of the last occasion of such an injury. And now my scars, they match. I am symmetrical.
One silver lining among several. Small but significant they are, and I give thanks for each of them.
One silver lining among several. Small but significant they are, and I give thanks for each of them.
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