Written By Delia
Sept. 29, 2019, 1:56 p.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
The restored memorial at Merchant's Gate is a work of art - on the part of not only those who restored it, but those who crafted it long ago. I never thought that such an ancient weathered thing could be so beautiful, but I was mistaken. The love and dedication in the work of those who have made it new again is obvious, and it is a captivating reminder of our difficult history. The memorial should be seen by everyone, at least once.
Written By Willow
Sept. 29, 2019, 1:12 p.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Celeste
Good to hear as regards those who murdered Alrec. I do miss his swagger and watching him fight.
Written By Elisha
Sept. 29, 2019, 12:04 p.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
The season of sourgrass comes,
shy, lovely beside the carriageway.
My mistress gathers the stalks in her arms
like so many sheaves of daffodils
across her dark shoulder, green, gold.
I remember the alley beneath
my childhood window, rifted with sourgrass.
One by one I scraped their stems across my teeth
shivering with the delight of winter
along my tongue,
and with the dreamy expectation
of my master's carriage crushing them
beneath his heavy wheels.
shy, lovely beside the carriageway.
My mistress gathers the stalks in her arms
like so many sheaves of daffodils
across her dark shoulder, green, gold.
I remember the alley beneath
my childhood window, rifted with sourgrass.
One by one I scraped their stems across my teeth
shivering with the delight of winter
along my tongue,
and with the dreamy expectation
of my master's carriage crushing them
beneath his heavy wheels.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 29, 2019, 11:28 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
The challenges we face havn't been the ones of our own choosing lately. Knowing I wasn't the only one to rise up and help people when they needed it, that meant a lot to me. I am honored to have stood alongside you.
Written By Mabelle
Sept. 29, 2019, 10:28 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Karina
A lovely evening of tales was hosted last eve in the Muse of Mourning Gallery.
Mistress Karina is a very talented artist. I am glad I was able to pick first among the paintings displayed before they sold out completely.
A fine addition to the Laurent Gallery.
Mistress Karina is a very talented artist. I am glad I was able to pick first among the paintings displayed before they sold out completely.
A fine addition to the Laurent Gallery.
Written By Rosalind
Sept. 29, 2019, 10:17 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
People have most certainly been welcoming since my return. I've already found myself in the woods, not that there is any surprise there.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 29, 2019, 9:15 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
The suite is starting to become a stack of crumpled papers as I seek to write another perfect song. Perhaps setting a deadline is not the route to creativity.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 29, 2019, 9:14 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
That was a mighty fine whiskey you have had sent my way after the little wager.
Again soon? This time with cards.
Again soon? This time with cards.
Written By Celeste
Sept. 29, 2019, 7:07 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
I make no secret that I never liked Admiral Alrec Magaldi. He was an obnoxious, overly-eager man who lived entirely on the philosophy of asking for forgiveness instead of permission. Or, if I am frank, mostly on doing what he felt best regardless of the opinions of others. But whatever my opinion of Alrec was, he served Pravus and Pravus takes care of its own.
Today we have the murderers of Alrec Magaldi in custody and justice will be served.
Today we have the murderers of Alrec Magaldi in custody and justice will be served.
Written By Jyri
Sept. 29, 2019, 6:51 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
The first time I saw the old memorial to Goldenpyre at the Merchant's gate is a day I shall remember forever. It opened my eyes to the wonders of the world, and to the history of Arvum. I always stopped there when walking past, studying it, wondering about what happened. I later did learn what happened there. The story of Goldenpyre and Aurumadin has inspired many paintings after this; they now hang, hopefully, in halls of estates across the city.
So I wish to give thanks to Dustin Nidhogg, Master of Questions Prince Laric Grayson, Princess Sorrel Thrax, Guildmaster Josephine Arcuri and Captain Ajax for their restoration of this memorial.
As Arx endures, we will never forget.
So I wish to give thanks to Dustin Nidhogg, Master of Questions Prince Laric Grayson, Princess Sorrel Thrax, Guildmaster Josephine Arcuri and Captain Ajax for their restoration of this memorial.
As Arx endures, we will never forget.
Written By Evaristo
Sept. 29, 2019, 6:40 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
I've had a few itneresting weeks again. Most weeks are, truly. Radiant Bliss Whisper herself joined the Harlequins! I was quite star struck, but I believe I didn't make a complete fool of myself, and even if I did, well - fools are entertaining.
It brought to attention something which might be keeping people from joining the Harlequins; though a major part of a Harlequins work is midwifery, councelling the bereaved and offering funeral services, there is room for much more. I mean, look at me - Second First Harlequin, one of the voices of the discipleship, and I don't know the first thing about midwifery, I make an awful grief councellor - though I suppose I'd perform an outstanding funeral service, I wouldn't be anyone's FIRST choice for such a thing. But I am passionate about my godess, and I want to spread her word across Arvum. I embrace life, Her gift to us all. Between birth and death, there is a life to live and she wants us to live it and not squander this gift. I take joy in talking about her, and to help the Harlequins in other ways; collecting money, hosting events, spreading her word. So, if you ever thought the Harlequins interesting but felt unsure? As long as you have the Queen in your heart, you are welcome. It is not up to anyone to decide what god or godess you want to follow and become a disciple of. The Radiant Bliss Whisper proves this. I prove this. If there is a longing in your heart, then follow it. Your God or Godess will know your love, will they not?
I don't know quite how it happened, but it seems I'm spending more and more time doing research lately. Some personal mysteries, and helping others. The scholars at the archives know me by first name by now, we have a jolly good time discussing all sorts of topics, musing over old tomes and interpreting the words. I suppose I caught on to a thing or two by mere exposure and these days I don't even find it THAT boring. Must never be afraid to change your views!
It brought to attention something which might be keeping people from joining the Harlequins; though a major part of a Harlequins work is midwifery, councelling the bereaved and offering funeral services, there is room for much more. I mean, look at me - Second First Harlequin, one of the voices of the discipleship, and I don't know the first thing about midwifery, I make an awful grief councellor - though I suppose I'd perform an outstanding funeral service, I wouldn't be anyone's FIRST choice for such a thing. But I am passionate about my godess, and I want to spread her word across Arvum. I embrace life, Her gift to us all. Between birth and death, there is a life to live and she wants us to live it and not squander this gift. I take joy in talking about her, and to help the Harlequins in other ways; collecting money, hosting events, spreading her word. So, if you ever thought the Harlequins interesting but felt unsure? As long as you have the Queen in your heart, you are welcome. It is not up to anyone to decide what god or godess you want to follow and become a disciple of. The Radiant Bliss Whisper proves this. I prove this. If there is a longing in your heart, then follow it. Your God or Godess will know your love, will they not?
I don't know quite how it happened, but it seems I'm spending more and more time doing research lately. Some personal mysteries, and helping others. The scholars at the archives know me by first name by now, we have a jolly good time discussing all sorts of topics, musing over old tomes and interpreting the words. I suppose I caught on to a thing or two by mere exposure and these days I don't even find it THAT boring. Must never be afraid to change your views!
Written By Artur
Sept. 29, 2019, 2:35 a.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bree
Dame Bree Harthall sent me a message shortly after the art store opening, asking me if I'd like to spar. Intrigued, I went to answer her challenge, and we crossed blades. She proved that she does have more training than I do in combat and ended up winning the day, but I hope that I proved to be a proper challenge for her, and we should cross blades again someday.
I believe she mentioned wanting to try her hand at the joust. I will have to see about making sure I am properly outfitted for such. After the match, I think our teasing was momentarily sidetrack by a comment made in poor choice.. but easily overlooked as a tease that didn't exactly go as planned. I know she did not mean to offend, and I took none to it after I realized that.
She is a remarkable woman, and I'm glad I got to meet her.
I believe she mentioned wanting to try her hand at the joust. I will have to see about making sure I am properly outfitted for such. After the match, I think our teasing was momentarily sidetrack by a comment made in poor choice.. but easily overlooked as a tease that didn't exactly go as planned. I know she did not mean to offend, and I took none to it after I realized that.
She is a remarkable woman, and I'm glad I got to meet her.
Written By Artur
Sept. 29, 2019, 2:29 a.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Karina
I went to Karina Seabright's event at her new shop, the Mourning Muse to celebrate it's grand opening with a story of tall tales to earn a painting. The stories that were told were great, and I hope to see them committed to the journals or a book, but I will share mine:
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The Bard of Aleshire
Aleshire is a small village near Farhaven. In this village, there was a young man. He was quite the energetic young man, that would while away his days with stories and song. Oh, he loved to sing, and dance and entertain. And many thought that he would go to the Bard's College, and become quite the star - spreading the tales of Redrain far and wide.
At night, it was assumed that the young man was in the arms with some lovely lady, or plotting the tales of his next story, or writing his next song. But Aleshire had a problem. There was a thief in town - that was stealing from the town mayor and the higher ranked officials. Silver, expensive items, all of it was being taken by an unknown person or persons.
And then one night, there was a scream from a merchant's house. The thief had struck again! They chased the thief through the streets of Aleshire, and when they finally caught up to him - to everyone's surprise, it turned out that their town's hope - the young man with the golden voice, had turned to a life of crime. He was the one that had been breaking into the homes and stealing their silver and valuables.
The next day, the young man was dragged before the court in Aleshire. As he faced the Mayor and the Lady of the land, the charges were read, and the Lady frowned. 'These are serious allegations against you, young man'. she said to the thief. 'But I have been told of your voice and song, and I will give you a chance. Return everything you have stolen, and I will make sure you go to the Bard's College to be trained.'
The Mayor looked at him seriously and said 'Boy, you have a choice. You can be a bard. Or you can be a criminal. Which will it be?'
The young man was in fear for a moment, and then after a few moments of thought, straightened up, looked at the Lady and the Mayor and stated...
..I need to think on the Prose and Cons of it.
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I think I may have confused a couple of people, but I thought it was a good story! It was a great event and you should see Mistress Seabright's artwork sometime. Maybe I can inspire her to work on a piece for Redrain.
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The Bard of Aleshire
Aleshire is a small village near Farhaven. In this village, there was a young man. He was quite the energetic young man, that would while away his days with stories and song. Oh, he loved to sing, and dance and entertain. And many thought that he would go to the Bard's College, and become quite the star - spreading the tales of Redrain far and wide.
At night, it was assumed that the young man was in the arms with some lovely lady, or plotting the tales of his next story, or writing his next song. But Aleshire had a problem. There was a thief in town - that was stealing from the town mayor and the higher ranked officials. Silver, expensive items, all of it was being taken by an unknown person or persons.
And then one night, there was a scream from a merchant's house. The thief had struck again! They chased the thief through the streets of Aleshire, and when they finally caught up to him - to everyone's surprise, it turned out that their town's hope - the young man with the golden voice, had turned to a life of crime. He was the one that had been breaking into the homes and stealing their silver and valuables.
The next day, the young man was dragged before the court in Aleshire. As he faced the Mayor and the Lady of the land, the charges were read, and the Lady frowned. 'These are serious allegations against you, young man'. she said to the thief. 'But I have been told of your voice and song, and I will give you a chance. Return everything you have stolen, and I will make sure you go to the Bard's College to be trained.'
The Mayor looked at him seriously and said 'Boy, you have a choice. You can be a bard. Or you can be a criminal. Which will it be?'
The young man was in fear for a moment, and then after a few moments of thought, straightened up, looked at the Lady and the Mayor and stated...
..I need to think on the Prose and Cons of it.
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I think I may have confused a couple of people, but I thought it was a good story! It was a great event and you should see Mistress Seabright's artwork sometime. Maybe I can inspire her to work on a piece for Redrain.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 29, 2019, 12:41 a.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Meh.
Still here, journal. A lot of worry over effectively nothing. Story of my life!
Still here, journal. A lot of worry over effectively nothing. Story of my life!
Written By Thea
Sept. 29, 2019, 12:37 a.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
I got swarmed by Mazzettis this evening. That isn't an exaggeration. Made it out alive though, and did catch up with a certain cousin. All ended well.
Also...Martino and Domonico are both home from Southport. Dom brought me gifts. So many useful gifts! I however am just glad they both made it back safely.
Also...Martino and Domonico are both home from Southport. Dom brought me gifts. So many useful gifts! I however am just glad they both made it back safely.
Written By Ida
Sept. 28, 2019, 9:29 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
I would be incredibly honored and happy to get to work with the Templars again, Sir Preston. Were things different, I would have liked to have attempted the path of a Templar. You have been kind in your regard and I am grateful to be considered a friend. It is a privilege I hope to continue to earn.
Written By Rosalind
Sept. 28, 2019, 9:16 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
I made it! I made it back to the city! I have missed my family but home was a needed trip. We will not tell Aella and Cadern about my sneaky incoming will we? It will be our little secret! If only Triton came home with me..
Written By Vanora
Sept. 28, 2019, 8:58 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Karina
I could not be prouder of my newest protege. The opening of her gallery this evening was a wonderful success, she sold every painting in the entire studio! Thank you to everyone who came out to support her and the arts.
Written By Belladonna
Sept. 28, 2019, 8:08 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
The Tragedies of Carmella recount the last days of a merchant-princess of Setarco, and how one can gain so much and lose it all by being true to their nature. As a play it is beautiful and moving, the sets and coreography humbling even the most jaded, but the warning about the pitfalls of success ring hollow to some.
To these few there is only the chase.
The chase is what gets them out of bed in the morning, and keeps them moving well beyond when all others are tired and must rest their aching legs. The pursuit is all there is, like a hunger that never stops, something that crawls up the throat and chokes, until one day the old wolf gets too close to prey that is stronger and faster.
The wolf chases because he must, and he chases forever, because he knows in his bones that this is what he must do. A creature with clarity of purpose and devoid of all chatter, living by its own code, and ultimately undone by it. There is no shame in the life of a wolf, only purity.
I tried, especially in my childhood, to see Carmella as a tragic figure, dousing herself in oil and leaving this life in a screaming pile of charred flesh and bones, not a single coin to her name. I do not think I am able to, and the realization is unsettling, somehow.
Carmella did not choose her path, but she was wise enough to find it by being true to herself, and in the end her requiem took the only form it could: absolute purity.
That is all to say, I have enjoyed the latest installment of the Tragedies from my most recent visit to Setarco. I would rate it far above average, and a great victory for the company involved in its production.
To these few there is only the chase.
The chase is what gets them out of bed in the morning, and keeps them moving well beyond when all others are tired and must rest their aching legs. The pursuit is all there is, like a hunger that never stops, something that crawls up the throat and chokes, until one day the old wolf gets too close to prey that is stronger and faster.
The wolf chases because he must, and he chases forever, because he knows in his bones that this is what he must do. A creature with clarity of purpose and devoid of all chatter, living by its own code, and ultimately undone by it. There is no shame in the life of a wolf, only purity.
I tried, especially in my childhood, to see Carmella as a tragic figure, dousing herself in oil and leaving this life in a screaming pile of charred flesh and bones, not a single coin to her name. I do not think I am able to, and the realization is unsettling, somehow.
Carmella did not choose her path, but she was wise enough to find it by being true to herself, and in the end her requiem took the only form it could: absolute purity.
That is all to say, I have enjoyed the latest installment of the Tragedies from my most recent visit to Setarco. I would rate it far above average, and a great victory for the company involved in its production.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 28, 2019, 7:55 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
A change in debtors isn't a change in fortune - it's just a change of terms, and that can mean a lot of bad things.
Went to make some payments today, and found out (one by one) that the same person has been gobbling up my debts. I liked them separated. I could keep the payments spread out across the month, stall with one debtor a little while paying another. Those days seem to be behind me, a half-dozen cronies being replaced by one.
Meeting with them now. If this is to be my last entry, the reasons why will be obvious.
Went to make some payments today, and found out (one by one) that the same person has been gobbling up my debts. I liked them separated. I could keep the payments spread out across the month, stall with one debtor a little while paying another. Those days seem to be behind me, a half-dozen cronies being replaced by one.
Meeting with them now. If this is to be my last entry, the reasons why will be obvious.
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