Written By Thea
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:56 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
Treated a scholar in the stacks today, by a ferocious tiny furball. There is a first for everything
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:16 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
I seem to be spending a lot of my days going through old dusty tomes. There are worse things but I may have to find a way out on an adventure soon to counteract this.
Written By Behtuk
Sept. 25, 2019, 5:25 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
<Written in Northlands Shav>
This is the story of how I became real. My father met a woman and dreamed me into existence. The very next day he collected the spear that belonged to him, he collected the dogs that belonged to everyone, he collected the salt that belonged to no one, he collected the words that belonged to other people. He followed the words West to the killing grounds. There he sought the Child of Snow, a great beast, fierce and dangerous. It's fur as white as snow, it's eyes dark as night. Its fangs red as blood, its claws, long as daggers. He sprinkled the salt and lured the beast out. He and the dogs slew the Child of Snow. Three dogs died. Then my father collected the fur white as snow and washed it in the Great Ice. He returned to the tribe carrying the fur that belonged to no one, the dogs that belonged to everyone, the spear that belonged to only him. He brought all of these before the woman in whose dream I was hidden. Her two brothers stood by her side. The Children of the Sun and Moon watched from all around. He gave words to the Children. He gave dogs to one brother. He gave his spear to another brother. He gave the fur to the woman. All around, the Children waited to see if the woman would take the fur. I was born the second sun after that.
This is the story of how I became real. My father met a woman and dreamed me into existence. The very next day he collected the spear that belonged to him, he collected the dogs that belonged to everyone, he collected the salt that belonged to no one, he collected the words that belonged to other people. He followed the words West to the killing grounds. There he sought the Child of Snow, a great beast, fierce and dangerous. It's fur as white as snow, it's eyes dark as night. Its fangs red as blood, its claws, long as daggers. He sprinkled the salt and lured the beast out. He and the dogs slew the Child of Snow. Three dogs died. Then my father collected the fur white as snow and washed it in the Great Ice. He returned to the tribe carrying the fur that belonged to no one, the dogs that belonged to everyone, the spear that belonged to only him. He brought all of these before the woman in whose dream I was hidden. Her two brothers stood by her side. The Children of the Sun and Moon watched from all around. He gave words to the Children. He gave dogs to one brother. He gave his spear to another brother. He gave the fur to the woman. All around, the Children waited to see if the woman would take the fur. I was born the second sun after that.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:13 a.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
... Aides.
I woke up to mine plastered out of his mind, moaning about my lovely second-cousin, Lady Thea Malvici.
The poetry was hilarious. Spouting off these phrases of love.
Cousin, beware... next might be whiskey-laced coffee delivered to you in the guise of flowers...
... Goodness.
I woke up to mine plastered out of his mind, moaning about my lovely second-cousin, Lady Thea Malvici.
The poetry was hilarious. Spouting off these phrases of love.
Cousin, beware... next might be whiskey-laced coffee delivered to you in the guise of flowers...
... Goodness.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:12 a.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
From the Journal of Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp to Lady Miranda Rubino, Commander of the Gryfalcon Infantry, Voice, Sword, Knight of Gemecitta...
I have been observing My Lady this week.
Such beauty should not exist for it torments the soul.
It leaves you blinded with spots 'fore your eyes.
It drives a simple man to write bad poetry.
Her gold-flecked green eyes that light up in those rare moments when she smiles...
Her soft brown hair that makes you want to caress it...
The way her wit strikes you without warning...
A slender, beautiful blade that kills you...
And leaves you yearning for more...
Lady Thea Malvici... She is perfection.
I have been observing My Lady this week.
Such beauty should not exist for it torments the soul.
It leaves you blinded with spots 'fore your eyes.
It drives a simple man to write bad poetry.
Her gold-flecked green eyes that light up in those rare moments when she smiles...
Her soft brown hair that makes you want to caress it...
The way her wit strikes you without warning...
A slender, beautiful blade that kills you...
And leaves you yearning for more...
Lady Thea Malvici... She is perfection.
Written By Mabelle
Sept. 25, 2019, 3:34 a.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
I think it is time to travel.
If you have any recommendations - you are welcome to write me.
If you have any recommendations - you are welcome to write me.
Written By Caspian
Sept. 24, 2019, 11:28 p.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
So, I just went on a big donation spree. 500,000 to the Harlequins, 55001 to the Deathspeakers, 50506 to The Golden Hart, 50001 to The Court, 50001 to Blackshore. Hope y'all like your money!
Written By Rysen
Sept. 24, 2019, 11:05 p.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Icelyn
Song of the Master of War
Woe to those who cross her,
The archer of Aviaron's Peak,
Whose arrows soar like falcons
That cut the air with wings and beak.
Sharp are all her senses;
Keen and supple is her mind.
Her courage in the darkest caves,
Yet like the golden sun does shine!
And when the choice befalls her
To play it safe or rise to meet
An opponent huge and hideous
That her wards should stand between,
Without a thought to her own safety
The hero races then to free
Those souls but for her valor
Soon a grisly fate would meet.
Her voice so like a clarion -
A call to rise and run -
And lo! she passed not into light
Till she'd saved everyone.
Such is the heart that beats inside
The Master bold of War
And let the bards yet sing her song
From Bonespire to Tor!
Woe to those who cross her,
The archer of Aviaron's Peak,
Whose arrows soar like falcons
That cut the air with wings and beak.
Sharp are all her senses;
Keen and supple is her mind.
Her courage in the darkest caves,
Yet like the golden sun does shine!
And when the choice befalls her
To play it safe or rise to meet
An opponent huge and hideous
That her wards should stand between,
Without a thought to her own safety
The hero races then to free
Those souls but for her valor
Soon a grisly fate would meet.
Her voice so like a clarion -
A call to rise and run -
And lo! she passed not into light
Till she'd saved everyone.
Such is the heart that beats inside
The Master bold of War
And let the bards yet sing her song
From Bonespire to Tor!
Written By Tesha
Sept. 24, 2019, 8:20 p.m.(11/22/1011 AR)
I should have expected things to go as they did. Not even a letter. I had to be told by someone else. I hope they fare well in whatever they are going to be doing.
Written By Violet
Sept. 24, 2019, 6:34 p.m.(11/22/1011 AR)
It is sometimes hard to believe how quickly time can pass. Thorley and I have been in Sandreef Point these last several months. Getting our hands dirty with building and infrastructure and, of course, security. Of course as the place becomes more refined and complete, so does the need for one of us to be present in Arx. Of course my departure was delayed numerous times by the first autumn storms. I look forward to seeing old faces and meeting new ones. And of course catching up on all the news that hasn't made it out to the far west.
Written By Martino
Sept. 24, 2019, 3:54 p.m.(11/22/1011 AR)
Having exhausted what seems like the last thread in the Archives here, down to Southport might bring the answers being sought out.
Just a note, a little one. A scant thing will suffice.
Just a note, a little one. A scant thing will suffice.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 24, 2019, 1:05 p.m.(11/22/1011 AR)
Love is such a funny thing. It exists within, sometimes hidden, buried so deeply it is thought lost. Time and bickering might obfuscate it, but the moment that that love is threatened, really threatened, it comes roaring out and has you riding your horse into an Estate.
Sorry again to the maids of Thrax Estate for the rugs.
Sorry again to the maids of Thrax Estate for the rugs.
Written By Arcadia
Sept. 24, 2019, 7:44 a.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
Change is all around us, but so rarely do we notice it about ourselves.
In the last few days, I have had more than a few make comments on who I am today, It's not a bad thing, it is just not something I had noticed, or expected.
I suppose change is inevitable, just some warning would of been nice.
In the last few days, I have had more than a few make comments on who I am today, It's not a bad thing, it is just not something I had noticed, or expected.
I suppose change is inevitable, just some warning would of been nice.
Written By Artur
Sept. 24, 2019, 7:15 a.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
Having found myself listless, I asked for help in finding something to focus my time and attention to.
I found it thanks to Princess Marian Redrain. Her project to help the Knights of Solace is something I can get behind and will be happy to support.
And I think I have a rather novel idea in a way to get the items that she's asking for. More details to come when Marian has permission from the Knights to start the project.
But for now, I need to find more booze for the project!
I found it thanks to Princess Marian Redrain. Her project to help the Knights of Solace is something I can get behind and will be happy to support.
And I think I have a rather novel idea in a way to get the items that she's asking for. More details to come when Marian has permission from the Knights to start the project.
But for now, I need to find more booze for the project!
Written By Victus
Sept. 24, 2019, 3:30 a.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Some day, I'll gift you a shark's body. I'll kill it with my bare hands and then I'll stuff it. With teeth of rubies, hide of sapphire, eyes of stygian, bones of alaricite. Until everything it was is taken and everything that replaces it is beautiful.
But it will never be as beautiful as you are, even with what you're lost.
But it will never be as beautiful as you are, even with what you're lost.
Written By Skye
Sept. 24, 2019, 2:54 a.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
Darkness is terrifying enough between sunset and sunrise. I could not imagine if it became my constant companion.
Written By Preston
Sept. 24, 2019, 2:09 a.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
And so we return to Arx from the Oathlands. Another threat to the Faith extinguished, another person who lost their way on the path returned to the wheel. Everyone, thank the Gods, survived - though it was a close thing. I am glad we chose our companions as we did - each played a part and together these parts built victory.
My thanks go to Dame Ida, Princess Reese, Amund and of course to Lady Teagan, who first warned us of this danger. Blackram is well served by its lady, who has proven an ally of the Faith and with whom we hope to continue to work.
The long journey taught me two things. The first is that though I often think of the path of the Gods to be surrounded by dark forests, in truth the land around that path looks much the same. It is easy to be drawn from the true path by false signs and mistaken thoughts. You will not know you have erred sometimes even when the destination you approach is so clearly not that which you set out upon. It is why the Godsworn exist - signposts and beacons along those paths, with no distraction but to see travellers safely home.
The second is that power tempts everyone, that this is natural. True wisdom with power comes in knowing it’s costs, and bring frugal in its application. Power can tempt us with shortcuts - but shortcuts are where the bandits on the path lie.
My thanks go to Dame Ida, Princess Reese, Amund and of course to Lady Teagan, who first warned us of this danger. Blackram is well served by its lady, who has proven an ally of the Faith and with whom we hope to continue to work.
The long journey taught me two things. The first is that though I often think of the path of the Gods to be surrounded by dark forests, in truth the land around that path looks much the same. It is easy to be drawn from the true path by false signs and mistaken thoughts. You will not know you have erred sometimes even when the destination you approach is so clearly not that which you set out upon. It is why the Godsworn exist - signposts and beacons along those paths, with no distraction but to see travellers safely home.
The second is that power tempts everyone, that this is natural. True wisdom with power comes in knowing it’s costs, and bring frugal in its application. Power can tempt us with shortcuts - but shortcuts are where the bandits on the path lie.
Written By Cassandra
Sept. 24, 2019, 1:03 a.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
I have spent the better part of the last few days in my office, taking meetings. I would think, after enough time, that I would have learned to managed my time better. That seems to be, even now, a struggle that I continue to grapple with.
Eventually, I will need to find a better work/life balance. Today, it appears to me, is not that day.
Eventually, I will need to find a better work/life balance. Today, it appears to me, is not that day.
Written By Esme
Sept. 23, 2019, 10:30 p.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
I hate to admit failure. It is a horrid thing, even if it happens to everyone out there. This week, it feels as if I have said all the wrong things. Done all the wrong things. My words not coming out like they have in my mind. It's been broken. I don't know I was struggling so hard for what I needed last night. I went to the Hart with lovely people, but still, I could not feel that release that I normally do. I could not feel the rightness in my spirit. I am not sure any of you know this feeling and I'm sorry to drone on if you come across this entry.
This morning. I still felt lost. It was a humbling experience to say the least. Things were not as they were. Deceptions offered, but yet perhaps there was something good that came from it. I struggled so hard when my honor and my words were questioned. How does one prove innocence in a matter, even if one is truly innocent? It caused much frustrations. In my frustrations, I then vented to another. I vented like there has not been a vent known. I wanted to look at it from all the angles to see where I mis-stepped. Where did I error in action. In that discourse, it seems things went a little sideways again. I smoothed them over, but that means it was with my words. Twice. I am the common thread. The lesson was a painful one to have on both counts. However, it is finished. It is done. It is time to move past.
I went out for a bit today, but still was so restless. It was as if my spirit would not stop moving. I could not feel that calm that I always felt. So I found myself wandering. Questioning. Watching. I found myself at the shrine of Limerance, asking for what I'm supposed to be doing. What was the right way to go? Was it act? Was it halt? What was it? The answer came to me as a lightning bolt of knowledge. I was to wait. It was not the answer I wanted, but it was the answer I humbly received.
Things are not on our time. They are on the time of Gods. I lost a person but another came home safely. My heart broke, but it was healed in the calm. It is like that, our paths, we walk them and we hope we step well. Sometimes we tread off the path and lose our way, but we are always welcomed back. If anyone is feeling lost, know there is always hope. There is always a way back. People are put in our lives for reasons. It might be a smile at a time of need or a shoulder for tears. They make sow the seeds of love that will last forever. They may make you release your strengths, or your weaknesses. They are important. You are important. Love wins out. You just need to breathe and know it is not the end while you still have breath.
Thank you to those that have enriched my life in Arx. I give thanks for each of you that I have spoken to, spent time with, and I pray for those that I am yet to meet. May we do it with open hearts and open minds.
This morning. I still felt lost. It was a humbling experience to say the least. Things were not as they were. Deceptions offered, but yet perhaps there was something good that came from it. I struggled so hard when my honor and my words were questioned. How does one prove innocence in a matter, even if one is truly innocent? It caused much frustrations. In my frustrations, I then vented to another. I vented like there has not been a vent known. I wanted to look at it from all the angles to see where I mis-stepped. Where did I error in action. In that discourse, it seems things went a little sideways again. I smoothed them over, but that means it was with my words. Twice. I am the common thread. The lesson was a painful one to have on both counts. However, it is finished. It is done. It is time to move past.
I went out for a bit today, but still was so restless. It was as if my spirit would not stop moving. I could not feel that calm that I always felt. So I found myself wandering. Questioning. Watching. I found myself at the shrine of Limerance, asking for what I'm supposed to be doing. What was the right way to go? Was it act? Was it halt? What was it? The answer came to me as a lightning bolt of knowledge. I was to wait. It was not the answer I wanted, but it was the answer I humbly received.
Things are not on our time. They are on the time of Gods. I lost a person but another came home safely. My heart broke, but it was healed in the calm. It is like that, our paths, we walk them and we hope we step well. Sometimes we tread off the path and lose our way, but we are always welcomed back. If anyone is feeling lost, know there is always hope. There is always a way back. People are put in our lives for reasons. It might be a smile at a time of need or a shoulder for tears. They make sow the seeds of love that will last forever. They may make you release your strengths, or your weaknesses. They are important. You are important. Love wins out. You just need to breathe and know it is not the end while you still have breath.
Thank you to those that have enriched my life in Arx. I give thanks for each of you that I have spoken to, spent time with, and I pray for those that I am yet to meet. May we do it with open hearts and open minds.
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 23, 2019, 9:50 p.m.(11/21/1011 AR)
Spending my time catching up quietly with friends and research, not necessarily in that order.
And jogging again - I never thought I'd enjoy that, but it seems times change.
And jogging again - I never thought I'd enjoy that, but it seems times change.
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