Written By Valencia
Sept. 28, 2019, 5:27 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
My dearest, most-kind Missere Champion Caspian's gift to the Golden Hart was so very well welcome and so very generous. And much needed, too.
I'm honoured that he might think of us when supporting our city's charities. Though, it does not surprise. He has always been a dear friend and generous benefactor and champion of my Hart.
Truly, there is so many good causes to support and so many beautiful things to do for our peoples and realm. I am glad to be able to add my Hart's assistance to all the good works. However, without the generous support and donations like this we could not do nearly so much.
It his heartening to know that he sees why it is so important to support us. I feel so blessed.
Thank you again, sir. We will see that good things come of your generosity.
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I'm honoured that he might think of us when supporting our city's charities. Though, it does not surprise. He has always been a dear friend and generous benefactor and champion of my Hart.
Truly, there is so many good causes to support and so many beautiful things to do for our peoples and realm. I am glad to be able to add my Hart's assistance to all the good works. However, without the generous support and donations like this we could not do nearly so much.
It his heartening to know that he sees why it is so important to support us. I feel so blessed.
Thank you again, sir. We will see that good things come of your generosity.
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Written By Acantha
Sept. 28, 2019, 3:44 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
That was the strangest shadow I have ever seen...and I should know given Benny casts an unusual shadow as well.
Written By Preston
Sept. 28, 2019, 3:09 p.m.(12/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
You were a most valuable friend, as you have been for some time, to the Templars in helping us, Dame Ida. We do not expect all who work with us to join us - we enjoy working with others. And certainly your skill in the forge is a joy not just to Jayus but I hope to the other Gods as well, I hope we will have more opportunities to work together soon - perhaps on something happier.
Written By Preston
Sept. 28, 2019, 3:07 p.m.(12/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Teagan
Strangely, Lady Teagan, I have never found you lacking in faith. When the cultists around the woman calling herself the Reaper came to your attention, and her use of a known artifact the heretics claim have power, came to your attention, you came to the Templars. You thought others would help you. You were right. You placed your trust in others. You placed the safety of that thing you hold most dear, your people, with others. You had faith that others would be good. That they would care for your people as you do.
You have people you trust implicitly, I do not know how you could do that without faith. And even when things are bad, your first concern is always for others.
You have people you trust implicitly, I do not know how you could do that without faith. And even when things are bad, your first concern is always for others.
Written By Martino
Sept. 28, 2019, 1:03 p.m.(12/2/1011 AR)
That was not too long of a trip, thanks to the Great Road, to get to Southport and back. Something that, while there will still be more to do on the matter, that it makes connecting everywhere back to this city so much easier.
On the trip itself? Well a delight to have caught up with some of those I have not seen for nearly a year since being mostly settled into Arx. Fortunately Messere Cassius did direct me to the references I sought in the Southport Archives. What does mean it the suite here is now quite piled high with folios once more.
On the trip itself? Well a delight to have caught up with some of those I have not seen for nearly a year since being mostly settled into Arx. Fortunately Messere Cassius did direct me to the references I sought in the Southport Archives. What does mean it the suite here is now quite piled high with folios once more.
Written By Catalana
Sept. 28, 2019, 4:01 a.m.(12/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
For sale: One husband.
Goes by the name Lord Wash.
Lightly used.
Does permantly have his foot stuck in his mouth.
Positive, he is getting cuddlier around the middle.
Will trade for a high Lord.
Goes by the name Lord Wash.
Lightly used.
Does permantly have his foot stuck in his mouth.
Positive, he is getting cuddlier around the middle.
Will trade for a high Lord.
Written By Evander
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:25 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
I have spent a good deal of time of late preparing the Kennex library -- stocking up for the winter with reading material -- as an animal might before they're preparing to hibernate for the winter.
I admit to being so caught up in that, that I haven't, once again, fully prepared myself for winter with proper clothing. Fortunately, the Lady Zoey has kindly offered to prepare some warm clothing for me, and the Baroness Acantha even more generously has provided some of Clearlake's furs. I might actually find this winter to be more pleasant than the last.
But just in case, there's always a library full of books to keep me busy.
I admit to being so caught up in that, that I haven't, once again, fully prepared myself for winter with proper clothing. Fortunately, the Lady Zoey has kindly offered to prepare some warm clothing for me, and the Baroness Acantha even more generously has provided some of Clearlake's furs. I might actually find this winter to be more pleasant than the last.
But just in case, there's always a library full of books to keep me busy.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:23 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Well, fishing hardly went any better than wagon-racing. These last-place finishes are sure to put me out of the running for any of those amazing purses.
Today was even weirder than the last event. Some folks showed up dressed kinda like me - I guess to be in my corner. That was flattering, but also a little... eh. I guess it's like looking in the mirror too hard. It's not like I'm thrilled to be wearing brown leathers, it was just the cheapest they had that I could afford. Even springing for black pelts for my coat was a bit of a splurge when I got them crafted.
Still, had a good time of it. Ras and I exchanged some pleasantries during and after the event. Boy needs to get his brain further away from his heart, and his ego further away from him altogether. Can't stand when people put themselves down just because they're worse off. Guess it stings extra hard, because if we're going based on monetary value, I'm lower'n dirt, so what does that make me if he's not good enough?
Now I'm thinking on it too much, and that's exactly the tripe I want to avoid. Sulking never helped no one with nothing.
Today was even weirder than the last event. Some folks showed up dressed kinda like me - I guess to be in my corner. That was flattering, but also a little... eh. I guess it's like looking in the mirror too hard. It's not like I'm thrilled to be wearing brown leathers, it was just the cheapest they had that I could afford. Even springing for black pelts for my coat was a bit of a splurge when I got them crafted.
Still, had a good time of it. Ras and I exchanged some pleasantries during and after the event. Boy needs to get his brain further away from his heart, and his ego further away from him altogether. Can't stand when people put themselves down just because they're worse off. Guess it stings extra hard, because if we're going based on monetary value, I'm lower'n dirt, so what does that make me if he's not good enough?
Now I'm thinking on it too much, and that's exactly the tripe I want to avoid. Sulking never helped no one with nothing.
Written By Tesha
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:12 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
I need to focus my energies on my family and not what continues to disappoint me.
Written By Elisha
Sept. 27, 2019, 10:34 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
The old stories claim
that life is possible without death,
like mountains that rise to such a height
that they form no valleys.
Into this landscape, the old stories claim,
the first children of the Dream bore themselves
before even the gods breathed:
the First Children of Now and the First Children of Always.
The dragons soared the heavens,
and with slitted eyes observed the Dream spread beneath them,
among the silver streams and stands of moss-draped oak.
And yet, despite the keenness of their sight,
they grew dull with pride and power and
the dreary masturbation of magic.
The sirens surged within the seas,
and their autumn voices sang the fullness of the Dream,
past and present and future, so that even
the first among them knew,
at the moment of her birth,
that Choice and Death
would one day drive her sisters
mad with glory and chaos and beauty.
In dreaming the future, she conceived the future.
She is the mother of Choice and Death,
and the answer to the dragons' lonely weeping rage,
or so the old stories claim.
(Amid the roaring braggadocio of skylords, hear the silence of skyladies. The dragons abandoned their mates, the sirens, for magic and power and pride. A betrayal transformed them into monsters, but no betrayal is final: one day the dragons will shed their pride like snakeskin and surrender to the hopeless, helpless songs of their anguished lovers. Every valley shelters beneath a peak.)
that life is possible without death,
like mountains that rise to such a height
that they form no valleys.
Into this landscape, the old stories claim,
the first children of the Dream bore themselves
before even the gods breathed:
the First Children of Now and the First Children of Always.
The dragons soared the heavens,
and with slitted eyes observed the Dream spread beneath them,
among the silver streams and stands of moss-draped oak.
And yet, despite the keenness of their sight,
they grew dull with pride and power and
the dreary masturbation of magic.
The sirens surged within the seas,
and their autumn voices sang the fullness of the Dream,
past and present and future, so that even
the first among them knew,
at the moment of her birth,
that Choice and Death
would one day drive her sisters
mad with glory and chaos and beauty.
In dreaming the future, she conceived the future.
She is the mother of Choice and Death,
and the answer to the dragons' lonely weeping rage,
or so the old stories claim.
(Amid the roaring braggadocio of skylords, hear the silence of skyladies. The dragons abandoned their mates, the sirens, for magic and power and pride. A betrayal transformed them into monsters, but no betrayal is final: one day the dragons will shed their pride like snakeskin and surrender to the hopeless, helpless songs of their anguished lovers. Every valley shelters beneath a peak.)
Written By Sebastian
Sept. 27, 2019, 9:33 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
With the help of the talented lady Monique, I was able to secure a prize from the recent Keaton Festival: one of their bloodhounds. I confess, I've missed Argent greatly since I sent him to watch over my niece: I look forward to having another pup around the place. She's already proven herself curious, fearless and energetic. Of course she will need to learn her place, namely underneath my cat Nia in the hierarchy.
It's just the way of things.
As a prize reward of her own, Monique was allowed to name her. Intruder, or Trudy for short.
It's just the way of things.
As a prize reward of her own, Monique was allowed to name her. Intruder, or Trudy for short.
Written By Ida
Sept. 27, 2019, 6:09 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Teagan
Lady Teagan Blackram does me a great honor with the kind words she has written in the whites. Sometimes I am wrong with that faith in people thing, but not all that often. That's okay, though, because maybe there has been a time or two when I was the only one who had that faith and it made a difference.
I have thought about the Faith, with the capital, a lot lately. Having spent time with the Templars a couple of times over the last several months has given me an insight I didn't really have before. Ah, but to become Godsworn won't ever be a path for me, not after having been knighted by Prince Edain for my services to House Valardin. As well, I hope I honor all the Gods properly, but my devotion to Jayus and my love of crafting is hardly a secret.
I suspect it is sincerely by the grace of all the Gods (and no small amount of luck) that I am still breathing and able to write this. Knowing that, I think I would take such a risk again if asked because it is important to do so. It is important to have faith.
I have thought about the Faith, with the capital, a lot lately. Having spent time with the Templars a couple of times over the last several months has given me an insight I didn't really have before. Ah, but to become Godsworn won't ever be a path for me, not after having been knighted by Prince Edain for my services to House Valardin. As well, I hope I honor all the Gods properly, but my devotion to Jayus and my love of crafting is hardly a secret.
I suspect it is sincerely by the grace of all the Gods (and no small amount of luck) that I am still breathing and able to write this. Knowing that, I think I would take such a risk again if asked because it is important to do so. It is important to have faith.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:39 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
It has been four years since I left Arx to return to Lyon's Redoubt and the Fernweh in order to raise my Nephews after my Brother died in a hunting accident. It took that long to teach them to be strong leaders for our people and set the youngest on his path towards serving the Marquessa in her armed forces. Now I have returned and so much has changed. I am excited to return to my post at the Marquessa's side and bring Glory and Honor to the Fernweh and Lyonesse.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:31 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
You have welcomed me back as if I had never left and have been overly generous. You are still as lovely as ever and your smile infectious. You have grown your family fast and well. I am proud to serve such a strong and charismatic woman.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:27 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarie
We had to call off our engagment as you wanded to set sail on the sea and I had to return to Lyon's Redoubt. When I returned to Arx four years later I was told you married, had a child, and then retired to the Oathlands. I hear you're happy and that's all that matters.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:18 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
Upon my return I heard you passed in Battle. I am sad to hear it but I knew you wouldn't have had it any other way.
Written By Amari
Sept. 27, 2019, 3:23 p.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
Soon, when you close your eyes you'll see nothing but script floating by as though a scholar has been writing on the inside of your eyelids. It's a peril of too much time spent in the Archives. I'm so happy to have someone to share with and so grateful for your help, cousin.
Written By Elloise
Sept. 27, 2019, 1:13 p.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
Ice! I'm looking up ICE and I don't know that the HISTORY of ice is really very interesting but the mechanics of transportation sure are!
Written By Elisha
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:47 a.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
In ancient days, the Lowers was a city of a thousand wells that rose over cold subterranean lake. Wherever the inhabitants dug deep holes, they drew clear clean water, as far as the city extended, and no farther. The Lowers's green border reflected the outline of the buried lake; the invisible landscape created the visible one; everything that moved in the sunlight was driven by a lapping wave enclosed beneath the rock's calcareous sky.
Consequently, two forms of religion exist in the Lowers.
The city's gods, according to some people, live in the depths, in the black lake that feeds the underground streams. However, according to others, the gods live in the buckets that rise, suspended from cables, as they appear over the edge of the wells, in the revolving pulleys, in the windlasses and the pump handles, in the blades of the windmills that draw the water up from the drillings, in the trestles that support the twisting probes, in the reservoirs perched on stilts over the roofs, in the slender arches of the aqueducts, in all the columns of water, the vertical pipes, the curved joints, the grates and drains, all the way up to the weathercocks that surmount the airy scaffoldings of the cathedral,
a city that moves entirely upward
and exhales finally
into the dream
of the shav'arxani.
Consequently, two forms of religion exist in the Lowers.
The city's gods, according to some people, live in the depths, in the black lake that feeds the underground streams. However, according to others, the gods live in the buckets that rise, suspended from cables, as they appear over the edge of the wells, in the revolving pulleys, in the windlasses and the pump handles, in the blades of the windmills that draw the water up from the drillings, in the trestles that support the twisting probes, in the reservoirs perched on stilts over the roofs, in the slender arches of the aqueducts, in all the columns of water, the vertical pipes, the curved joints, the grates and drains, all the way up to the weathercocks that surmount the airy scaffoldings of the cathedral,
a city that moves entirely upward
and exhales finally
into the dream
of the shav'arxani.
Written By Sabella
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:05 a.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
I had such terrible dreams the other night that there was strife and yelling in the streets over some complicated troubles or other! Imagine my relief to awaken to find that everything was fine!
I should likely stop eating so many sweets before dinner.
I should likely stop eating so many sweets before dinner.
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