Written By Sydney
Nov. 10, 2019, 1:22 a.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
I dreamt of fire and smoke, of ash, howls and screams.
A Wibby sat upon my chest, staring down at me with lifeless black eyes, face sloughing off where his skin burned away.
What in the abyss is a Wibby?
A Wibby sat upon my chest, staring down at me with lifeless black eyes, face sloughing off where his skin burned away.
What in the abyss is a Wibby?
Written By Amaranth
Nov. 10, 2019, 12:55 a.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
Just as quickly as people come into our lives, they are gone. It's so dreadfully tragic, but I am happy to have met them at all. They will be missed.
In other news, I've begun work on a racetrack for small animals. Will the tortoise beat the hare? Are cats, dogs, or mice the most fleet of foot? Can your precious Snowflake best that bratty beast from that /other/ House?
I *am* in need of a good bookie, if anyone out there knows of one.
In other news, I've begun work on a racetrack for small animals. Will the tortoise beat the hare? Are cats, dogs, or mice the most fleet of foot? Can your precious Snowflake best that bratty beast from that /other/ House?
I *am* in need of a good bookie, if anyone out there knows of one.
Written By Korka
Nov. 9, 2019, 11:16 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
I made it out to the sleigh races the other night and met with a very friendly Whisper who helped me pass the time and was kind enough to lose a bet to impress me. And he did. I can't seem to turn around these days without running into a Whisper. Maybe the world is trying to tell me something.
I just really enjoy being loud.
I just really enjoy being loud.
Written By Korka
Nov. 9, 2019, 11:10 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Otto
I don't know why you're having a problem, everyone loves bakers covered in soot.
Written By Rysen
Nov. 9, 2019, 10:39 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
A group of us traveled at Countess Arcadia's invitation to the lands north of Bonespire, where one is so close to the Everwinter, that they could swear the cold has seeped into their soul. Our purpose was to join the locals in the traditional hunting of mammoth, one of the greatest, and most awe-inspiring land beasts of Arvum.
We trekked several days in the coldest conditions, and it fell to me to distribute our rations, such that each hunter could maintain her strength, but to ensure we had enough food to engage our prey, and to safeguard against the possibility of being trapped in fierce storms, or being delayed by encounters with other dangerous predators native to those lands. Luckily, Lord Arik's stern and unyielding manner of teaching instilled survival techniques that even such a slow witted student as myself could apply in that frozen and deadly terrain.
Lady Kaia Bisland and the hawk-eyed Countess of Bonespire herself managed to find the tracks of a herd of mammoths, and we pressed our pursuit, even over a dangerous frozen river as a storm closed in. Lady Volcica, a follower of the Old Ways and the new, and true shaman of the Northlands secured us safe passage, and we entered a deep, frozen cavern just as the storm reached us. Therein we found the prey we'd sought, though we might never have made it back alive if not for the medical skill of Lady Thea Malvici.
It should be noted here, in these holy records of Vellichor, that Lady Thea is likely the only person from Southport to have ever traveled that deep into the Northlands and survived. Truly, from now on, whenever she admonishes me for complaining of my various injuries that she takes upon herself to tend, I must never allow myself to believe that she might feel otherwise were she in the same discomfort. Even though her fingers shook as she stitched our injuries, she never uttered the slightest word of complaint.
In the end, between a hail of arrows and bolts shot by Lady Kaia and Countess Arcadia, the aura of power emanating from Lady Volcica as she called upon the gods and spirits to aid us, and my own spear and sword, we managed to slay the mammoth, and return to Bonespire with muscle, fat and organ meat enough to feed many folk, a great deal of quality hide and some of the highest quality ivory I have ever seen.
We trekked several days in the coldest conditions, and it fell to me to distribute our rations, such that each hunter could maintain her strength, but to ensure we had enough food to engage our prey, and to safeguard against the possibility of being trapped in fierce storms, or being delayed by encounters with other dangerous predators native to those lands. Luckily, Lord Arik's stern and unyielding manner of teaching instilled survival techniques that even such a slow witted student as myself could apply in that frozen and deadly terrain.
Lady Kaia Bisland and the hawk-eyed Countess of Bonespire herself managed to find the tracks of a herd of mammoths, and we pressed our pursuit, even over a dangerous frozen river as a storm closed in. Lady Volcica, a follower of the Old Ways and the new, and true shaman of the Northlands secured us safe passage, and we entered a deep, frozen cavern just as the storm reached us. Therein we found the prey we'd sought, though we might never have made it back alive if not for the medical skill of Lady Thea Malvici.
It should be noted here, in these holy records of Vellichor, that Lady Thea is likely the only person from Southport to have ever traveled that deep into the Northlands and survived. Truly, from now on, whenever she admonishes me for complaining of my various injuries that she takes upon herself to tend, I must never allow myself to believe that she might feel otherwise were she in the same discomfort. Even though her fingers shook as she stitched our injuries, she never uttered the slightest word of complaint.
In the end, between a hail of arrows and bolts shot by Lady Kaia and Countess Arcadia, the aura of power emanating from Lady Volcica as she called upon the gods and spirits to aid us, and my own spear and sword, we managed to slay the mammoth, and return to Bonespire with muscle, fat and organ meat enough to feed many folk, a great deal of quality hide and some of the highest quality ivory I have ever seen.
Written By Arcadia
Nov. 9, 2019, 7:56 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
I came third in the Valardin sled race! I thought I was a dreadful horsewoman.. Horse rider? Doesn't matter!
I have a new goal. Get better at riding so I can ride into battle and shoot flaming arrows at the enemies and become the most Fearsome countess in the north!
I have a new goal. Get better at riding so I can ride into battle and shoot flaming arrows at the enemies and become the most Fearsome countess in the north!
Written By Sylvi
Nov. 9, 2019, 5:25 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
Fascinating. The shrine of the thirteenth is not completely absent back home, but it is far less common so I've hardly had a chance to really watch how things work among the mirrormasks. The reflective masks are rather off-putting, seeing your own face reflected back to you in the faces of so many around you... but I suppose that is the point after all, isn't it? But that was hardly what I was supposed to spend my week doing! The silent reflections are the ones that I helped most often in my time in the shrine, at least in the capacities that I'm able. What would cause someone to take such a risk? What information in the Black Journals is worth it? Most of my own entries are things that I record for myself that are not of particular interest to anybody. Schoolgirl crushes, complaints about last night's cooking... But they risk so much. Why?
I suppose I could wonder this for the rest of my days. There's hardly a sense to speculating forever, it's a foolishness I have no intention of even considering.
The mirrors are spectacularly clean, I wonder how often they must polish them?
Another note: Many of the Mirrormasks speak in strange riddles when you encounter them with a problem. If I had considered for a moment entering any discipleship other than the Scholars, I might have considered the Mirrormasks simply for the joy of confusing people by talking in circles.
This week has served as a reminder of the cost of failing in my vows, what awaits me. It's not worth it, of course. I simply wish to recover what has been lost to time, the pursuit of knowledge after we've lost so much.
Final note: It is apparently impolite to keep asking the silent reflections questions.
I suppose I could wonder this for the rest of my days. There's hardly a sense to speculating forever, it's a foolishness I have no intention of even considering.
The mirrors are spectacularly clean, I wonder how often they must polish them?
Another note: Many of the Mirrormasks speak in strange riddles when you encounter them with a problem. If I had considered for a moment entering any discipleship other than the Scholars, I might have considered the Mirrormasks simply for the joy of confusing people by talking in circles.
This week has served as a reminder of the cost of failing in my vows, what awaits me. It's not worth it, of course. I simply wish to recover what has been lost to time, the pursuit of knowledge after we've lost so much.
Final note: It is apparently impolite to keep asking the silent reflections questions.
Written By Monique
Nov. 9, 2019, 4:44 p.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
"You are immeasurably frustrating"
It is one of the best compliments I've received in recent times, and I shall cherish it.
It is one of the best compliments I've received in recent times, and I shall cherish it.
Written By Nurie
Nov. 9, 2019, 3:46 p.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
It has been so long since I sewed any kind of toy--not really since a dragon for Cosi when he was little, and my master tailor's little ones--that I'd forgotten how much fun it was! I might have done it bit overmuch, now Constatin's room is...very full of many little creatures, that I might have to find some more homes for.
Written By Ida
Nov. 9, 2019, 2:12 p.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Otto
I think just putting out an ad or sign that says 'metal armor made here' might do it, if only to judge by how often I am asked if I make armor and have to disappoint a customer. I mean, technically speaking I can make armor, but nothing better than standard steel and that just doesn't cut it in these current times of shadows and monsters.
Written By Amari
Nov. 9, 2019, 9:25 a.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
The sleigh race was incredibly good fun and I was happy I could make a showing of it. I was always eager to participate in Duke Cristoph's events, even when I hadn't the ability and could only hope to finish dead last. Thank you, Uncle Baron Norwood for everything you've done to impart those skills. You're an incredible instructor and I will forever be grateful.
This week has been a rather good one, the best in a while, despite the chill of some ominous news and the lingering on of this sleeplessness. I've had the opportunity to properly meet and speak with some very lovely people. It's made firm in my mind what should be pursued, and what should be discarded so as to not get bogged down and lose momentum.
I feel rather far behind now, but I will catch up.
This week has been a rather good one, the best in a while, despite the chill of some ominous news and the lingering on of this sleeplessness. I've had the opportunity to properly meet and speak with some very lovely people. It's made firm in my mind what should be pursued, and what should be discarded so as to not get bogged down and lose momentum.
I feel rather far behind now, but I will catch up.
Written By Otto
Nov. 9, 2019, 7:28 a.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
I need to find away to pull in more customers through the door...
Written By Preston
Nov. 9, 2019, 7:21 a.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
I am unsure at people's anger against gestures, claiming they are ineffective. They can be. And I always favour achieving good. But. Sometimes whatever you do the result will be the same, so the only choice you have is over your own behaviour and whether it is good. To ensure that if the outcome must be horrid or unjust and offend the Sentinel, you might at least honour Gloria and act based on your honour.
I would always rather have an earnest man trying to do good.
I would always rather have an earnest man trying to do good.
Written By Ida
Nov. 9, 2019, 6:41 a.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
My patron, Princess Tikva, lent me a book to read after coming across a journal I had written recently. It is, I think, one of my favorite books ever, even if it is a story for children. 'The First Choice: A Children's Tale' is something I wish I had years ago to read to my own three kids, though maybe I'll manage a copy for /their/ children if any of them bother to make me a grandmother. At the very least, I can probably recite it from memory and for that, I am very grateful to Her Highness for sharing.
Written By Thomas
Nov. 9, 2019, 4:41 a.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lycoris
Arriving to the city in the bitter cold felt appropriate, given my thoughts and mood of late...but the warm welcome I received upon reaching the villa was both enormously gratifying and enlightening.
I had never met my late brother's wife before -- there had always seemed some excuse to stay away from Arx, until now -- but it is clear already the House is in tremendously capable hands, and I am honored beyond words that she has accepted my vow to serve as her Sword.
I hope to prove worthy of that trust.
I had never met my late brother's wife before -- there had always seemed some excuse to stay away from Arx, until now -- but it is clear already the House is in tremendously capable hands, and I am honored beyond words that she has accepted my vow to serve as her Sword.
I hope to prove worthy of that trust.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 9, 2019, 4:32 a.m.(3/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
I was not one of those who complained about winter but I've learned to appreciate it even more this week.
A magical open clearing in the middle of the forest, glittering with frosty bits of ice. A deer hunting for food, eating from my palm because what other choice does he have? And silence. Utter Silence. Magnificent.
Thank you, Duke Farshaw, for allowing me to tag along to your annual hike. I cannot wait for next year! I will certainly pack more carrots.
A magical open clearing in the middle of the forest, glittering with frosty bits of ice. A deer hunting for food, eating from my palm because what other choice does he have? And silence. Utter Silence. Magnificent.
Thank you, Duke Farshaw, for allowing me to tag along to your annual hike. I cannot wait for next year! I will certainly pack more carrots.
Written By Belladonna
Nov. 9, 2019, 4:14 a.m.(3/1/1012 AR)
Some people write about how others should free slaves.
Others simply free slaves.
Quite the difference.
Others simply free slaves.
Quite the difference.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 9, 2019, 3:46 a.m.(3/1/1012 AR)
I felt well enough to venture out for some adventure, so I went to Talia Baseborn's fealty gown showing. Those gowns are so marvellous I am afraid I can't use the right words to express them, one would have to see them for oneself. The models were astounding in showing them. I had a few moments of jaw dropping and lack of speech.
Written By Valencia
Nov. 9, 2019, 3:17 a.m.(3/1/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rastifer
It would seem that the Prince is northman in all the best ways.
I had forgotten what it is like to keep company with such a man.
Thank you, sir. For everything.
~~~~~<~<@
I had forgotten what it is like to keep company with such a man.
Thank you, sir. For everything.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Shard
Nov. 9, 2019, 12:43 a.m.(3/1/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincenzo
I don't think slaves that complain openly and loudly live very long. Or, at least, I don't think they live very long without a severe beating. And those are the ones who can still think their own thoughts.
Unless you want to collapse the Mourning Isles, delays are necessary, even if they're fucking intolerable. Sure, you can cut off the hand now. And then you'll have no hand. Turns out that hand can be treated if you're willing to have some fucking patience and let the healers work.
I've already gone on long enough about how nothing you're doing here in the Compact is freeing any slaves outside of Arvum, so I won't do it again here.
Unless you want to collapse the Mourning Isles, delays are necessary, even if they're fucking intolerable. Sure, you can cut off the hand now. And then you'll have no hand. Turns out that hand can be treated if you're willing to have some fucking patience and let the healers work.
I've already gone on long enough about how nothing you're doing here in the Compact is freeing any slaves outside of Arvum, so I won't do it again here.
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