Written By Korka
Oct. 27, 2019, 4:24 p.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Erik
You're welcome.
Written By Ophelia
Oct. 27, 2019, 4:07 p.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
The birds are acting so very strange.
Written By Martino
Oct. 27, 2019, 3 p.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexio
Having got an early peek into the newest shop in the Lycene ward, I will be without shock that the hardworking Messere from Southport will deliver to Arx some truly dazzling southern designs. I would be truly surprised if there is much left beyond the first few footsteps in after the grand opening.
Written By Icelyn
Oct. 27, 2019, 12:43 p.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
Research is difficult and trying in all the ways that archery was, when I first learned to string and shoot. My days are in the stacks, staining my fingers with ink, until I can hear the rustle of turned pages in my sleep. I have been reminding myself that I didn't learn to shoot or fight in a day, but the longer my questions go unanswered, the more restless I am.
The gods always choose to answer in their time. When I forget, they remind me.
The gods always choose to answer in their time. When I forget, they remind me.
Written By Marian
Oct. 27, 2019, 11:11 a.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
As the days grow darker, the snow piles high.
Many seek shelter from the relentless chill.
Join the fires of our family to recount the year.
Finding pleasure in hot cider and warm chestnuts.
A time to reflect on ourselves and gather for next
Yearly plans that will roll once the ice melts to spring.
Many seek shelter from the relentless chill.
Join the fires of our family to recount the year.
Finding pleasure in hot cider and warm chestnuts.
A time to reflect on ourselves and gather for next
Yearly plans that will roll once the ice melts to spring.
Written By Anisha
Oct. 27, 2019, 10:23 a.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
Arx. What a splendour. What a legend. And now I am here. Ready to start a new chapter in my life and learn from the feet of luminaries, to watch the royal court and the high houses. How exciting. It will be a thrill to get to know the city - and her peoples.
I can't wait.
I can't wait.
Written By Reigna
Oct. 27, 2019, 10 a.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
Am I too young to declare a life's work? Likely. However, I cannot think of anything I have created that comes as close to defining one of the biggest parts of my life as the book I have written, The Principles of Healing. My studies in medicine began when I was still a child and they will continue until I pass from the world. So it is likely that this volume of knowledge will have other editions, but this is the first. This is the one that bears a forward written by Mother Ailith, a touching and far too kind thing that warms and humbles me each time I read it.
For someone like me, who flinches from violence (Ask Kael about the time he tried to teach me how to use a sword) it provides a path to contributing during battle, it affords me the opportunity to protect my people.
For someone like me, who flinches from violence (Ask Kael about the time he tried to teach me how to use a sword) it provides a path to contributing during battle, it affords me the opportunity to protect my people.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 27, 2019, 3:50 a.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Erik
There is no such thing as death due to abundance of puppies.
Perhaps I shall teach you that lesson by letting you watch ALL OF THEM for a single week.
Brace yourself.
Perhaps I shall teach you that lesson by letting you watch ALL OF THEM for a single week.
Brace yourself.
Written By Arcadia
Oct. 27, 2019, 12:59 a.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
I've recently had people comment on how big my child is getting. How it is time to give them a sibling. How it's my duty to produce, as they like to call them, spares. I've had others comment on how I should make marriage ties with my house members. That we can't stay stagnant forever. It has led me to question on how we measure change and progression.
For me, the last year has moved so fast. I have married. Had a child. Been given a title. We have brought seraphinite into the compact. Traded a new coffee. Opened new mines. We are building a port and have numerous other projects within the works. I am so proud of what my new family and I have accomplished, which makes me wonder, why is house progression to some only measured in children and marriages?
For me, the last year has moved so fast. I have married. Had a child. Been given a title. We have brought seraphinite into the compact. Traded a new coffee. Opened new mines. We are building a port and have numerous other projects within the works. I am so proud of what my new family and I have accomplished, which makes me wonder, why is house progression to some only measured in children and marriages?
Written By Sydney
Oct. 27, 2019, 12:57 a.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
I keep putting it off, but I really need to do something about these boots. They've served me well, but there's not a lick of grip left on them, especially in this snow. Plus, they're an absolute nightmare to lace.
Maybe something with buckles?
...I hate asking for fashion advice, but the sharding things are falling apart, and if I'm buying new, I want something to last.
Maybe something with buckles?
...I hate asking for fashion advice, but the sharding things are falling apart, and if I'm buying new, I want something to last.
Written By Amaranth
Oct. 26, 2019, 11:32 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
What better anchorage for a woman adrift than the Ebb and Flow (or was it Eff and Blow?)? Charming company, though the wine leaves something to be desired.
I think there certainly must be something in the Ward of the Lyceum other than that dreadful inn, or that bore of a fox hole. I've visited most of the wards and found a tavern in each, some more charming than others, and hear rumors of some thrillingly awful hole in the wall among the lower boroughs called the Murder of Crows, or something equally morbid. Even the Valardins have a delightful little tea house in their quarter. It must not be said that the Thraxians, of all people, know better how to have a good time than us.
Memo to self: Explore future potential for utilization of Thraxian Whiskey as a potential incendiary weapon aboard Pravus vessels. If experiments fail, we can get hammered and party.
I think there certainly must be something in the Ward of the Lyceum other than that dreadful inn, or that bore of a fox hole. I've visited most of the wards and found a tavern in each, some more charming than others, and hear rumors of some thrillingly awful hole in the wall among the lower boroughs called the Murder of Crows, or something equally morbid. Even the Valardins have a delightful little tea house in their quarter. It must not be said that the Thraxians, of all people, know better how to have a good time than us.
Memo to self: Explore future potential for utilization of Thraxian Whiskey as a potential incendiary weapon aboard Pravus vessels. If experiments fail, we can get hammered and party.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 26, 2019, 11:31 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
I can't remember the last time that I was able to warm up on a cold winter's night with a hot bath. It's a luxury that simply isn't often afforded to those in the Lowers - and honestly, usually when it is provided, it's as some sort of charitable function.
Steam with equal parts smug.
It wasn't like that, this time. Indeed, most pleasant - I feel more like a woman and less like a drowned rat.
Steam with equal parts smug.
It wasn't like that, this time. Indeed, most pleasant - I feel more like a woman and less like a drowned rat.
Written By Cambria
Oct. 26, 2019, 10:04 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
We look to Lagoma to understand and appreciate the nature of change. Change is as often beneficent as it is insidious and destructive. Certainly not all change is for the worse. There is such a thing as restoration: the return of that which we thought was lost; the rebirth of that which we thought was dead.
Written By Thea
Oct. 26, 2019, 9:56 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
I think I woke up with ink on my face. I dont know if I should blame one of our servants or the fact I fell asleep with a book again....
Written By Josephine
Oct. 26, 2019, 9:52 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
It's far easier to star anew when you have nothing save the coin from the old.
We have started anew. What happened in my former forge cannot be forgotten and I found myself unable to work in it once the forge was re-lit and re-blessed. So Laurel and I. set off to find a new place. Fit for the Arcuri of Lenosia to ply their trade.
It's amazing what can be accomplished if one throws enough coin to see it done. The cases are built the forge is finished and ready to be lit and blessed. Family has been by to see the new stock placed away and admire the change.
I will miss the ward, of a surety. But I am the Guildmaster and as such, it's high time that I was in the merchant district. Hopefully the foot traffic to my shop will assist the other shops around me to find success that they were struggling for before. Delightfully, the archives are closer and to home as well.
Laurel and Ras are working hard, as is Demetria. We should be open within the day I think. At least I have shipments from Lenosia to tide us over till the forge is re-lit.
We have started anew. What happened in my former forge cannot be forgotten and I found myself unable to work in it once the forge was re-lit and re-blessed. So Laurel and I. set off to find a new place. Fit for the Arcuri of Lenosia to ply their trade.
It's amazing what can be accomplished if one throws enough coin to see it done. The cases are built the forge is finished and ready to be lit and blessed. Family has been by to see the new stock placed away and admire the change.
I will miss the ward, of a surety. But I am the Guildmaster and as such, it's high time that I was in the merchant district. Hopefully the foot traffic to my shop will assist the other shops around me to find success that they were struggling for before. Delightfully, the archives are closer and to home as well.
Laurel and Ras are working hard, as is Demetria. We should be open within the day I think. At least I have shipments from Lenosia to tide us over till the forge is re-lit.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 26, 2019, 9:29 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
But! After putting thought in that...I can steal all their babies and teach them proper sneaky ways. I see the best of snarkiness to their parents! They will thank me later. To future babies! Hey you two...hurry up and have babies!
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 26, 2019, 9:26 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
Cadern will be getting married, Aella has found someone she seems to be fond of...where does this leave me? They will begin their families and leave me behind, and then what? I suppose the woods really are where I feel most at home.
Written By Cambria
Oct. 26, 2019, 6:42 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
It is valuable to learn to respect and honor tradition. These days, there are those so fascinated with novel, untried ideas that they often overlook the wisdom of the past. Indeed, there are even those who consider it an argument against a course of action if something has been practiced previously by former generations. There are those who seem to think that the new must always be better than the old.
That way to madness lies. To build a great house, one must have a solid foundation. Let us observe the world around us, and draw inspiration from nature: only trees whose roots are strong survive fierce storms.
Tradition does not merely consist of the old ways of doing things. Tradition includes a whole vault of ideas, actions, passions, and dreams that are entrusted to us by our forebears. If we forget that legacy, then we risk ceasing to be who we are. We could very well end up as rootless wanderers, cut off from those innumerable invisible ties that give shape and meaning to our individual lives and to the collective life of the Compact.
Still, all that is not to say that honoring tradition is the same thing as slavishly imitating it. We should not simply to reproduce the past accomplishments of our ancestors, but build on their actions in such a way as to make something that is, simultaneously, old and new. We honor the past, not by worshiping it as a dead letter, but by letting its spirit invigorate us as we move forward.
That way to madness lies. To build a great house, one must have a solid foundation. Let us observe the world around us, and draw inspiration from nature: only trees whose roots are strong survive fierce storms.
Tradition does not merely consist of the old ways of doing things. Tradition includes a whole vault of ideas, actions, passions, and dreams that are entrusted to us by our forebears. If we forget that legacy, then we risk ceasing to be who we are. We could very well end up as rootless wanderers, cut off from those innumerable invisible ties that give shape and meaning to our individual lives and to the collective life of the Compact.
Still, all that is not to say that honoring tradition is the same thing as slavishly imitating it. We should not simply to reproduce the past accomplishments of our ancestors, but build on their actions in such a way as to make something that is, simultaneously, old and new. We honor the past, not by worshiping it as a dead letter, but by letting its spirit invigorate us as we move forward.
Written By Ras
Oct. 26, 2019, 3:53 p.m.(2/2/1012 AR)
If there wasn't work to do, if I hadn't made promises to friends, if there was only one kind of love and not all the many different kinds...
Y'know, from far enough away, the snowflakes turn invisible before they even touch the Gray River. Can't even keep your eyes on em.
Y'know, from far enough away, the snowflakes turn invisible before they even touch the Gray River. Can't even keep your eyes on em.
Written By Hickson
Oct. 26, 2019, 3:52 p.m.(2/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mimi
I visited the Freedom Gallery, and saw some magnificent works of art. My favorite depicted harp player in the Shine of Jayus. Mimi also let me see the commission she's currently working on, which is... breathtaking? Haunting?
I'm really glad I had a chance to visit.
I'm really glad I had a chance to visit.
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