Written By Petal
Sept. 11, 2019, 7:05 p.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
I very much adore Seatouched wool and am super grateful toward the Keatons for helping to event such and to Mistress Aurora as well for also helping to event such. I am going to list all the things I love Seatouched Wool!
1. It is both warm and soft, making it great for autumn and winter.
2. It allows for ease of motion - making it good for people who need to work and move around.
3. It is a nice upgrade from wool for us commoners with silver to spend - but who still have to work and worry about the weather. It is the perfect fabric for me to wear.
4. But is also fancy enough for nobles to wear to about and even to their parties.
Or basically seatouched wool is the best and the most popular in my shop right now too. I can never get enough of it for orders and keep running back to the market to get more.
Petal
1. It is both warm and soft, making it great for autumn and winter.
2. It allows for ease of motion - making it good for people who need to work and move around.
3. It is a nice upgrade from wool for us commoners with silver to spend - but who still have to work and worry about the weather. It is the perfect fabric for me to wear.
4. But is also fancy enough for nobles to wear to about and even to their parties.
Or basically seatouched wool is the best and the most popular in my shop right now too. I can never get enough of it for orders and keep running back to the market to get more.
Petal
Written By Tikva
Sept. 11, 2019, 3:50 p.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
Everyone knows that other people's happiness is deeply annoying.
Particularly if you haven't had enough coffee.
No Oathlands duchies profited by me writing this.
Particularly if you haven't had enough coffee.
No Oathlands duchies profited by me writing this.
Written By Martino
Sept. 11, 2019, 3:15 p.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Dariel
It wasn't a surprise. I didn't think she had been on the biscuits and she kept making me have to touch the baby moving.
Count Magnus and Countess shall have a fine child of either great height, or small. Or somewhere in between them.
Count Magnus and Countess shall have a fine child of either great height, or small. Or somewhere in between them.
Written By Josephine
Sept. 11, 2019, 3:07 p.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
It has been intriguing the things that have been delivered to my shop. Objects and letters, people coming in and telling jokes to the ingot of star iron and other metals that might be used. The best thus far was a noble who sent a message by ass, about a lazy ass.
Another sent some lovely and terribly punny smith joke.
Did you hear about the two metals that got married? They had a welding.
I'll have to write them down to remember.
Why does iron have trouble making friends? It has 'rust issues.
Another sent some lovely and terribly punny smith joke.
Did you hear about the two metals that got married? They had a welding.
I'll have to write them down to remember.
Why does iron have trouble making friends? It has 'rust issues.
Written By Caspian
Sept. 11, 2019, 2:35 p.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
So I have two events scheduled, with a third in the works. The two ones up now will both have trophies for first, second, and third, while the third event will have a prize of silver if Aleksei says yes to using Champion funds. If he doesn't I could fund my own prize, but it'd be a lot smaller. Maybe I could work out some other kind of prize.
With the abolishment of Thralldom approaching and the recent events surrounding it I feel like I need to do something to help smooth along the process. If you have any projects you are working on that could use someone who is good with crowds and good with teaching let me know.
With the abolishment of Thralldom approaching and the recent events surrounding it I feel like I need to do something to help smooth along the process. If you have any projects you are working on that could use someone who is good with crowds and good with teaching let me know.
Written By Madeleine
Sept. 11, 2019, 9:48 a.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Arvum needs more generous cookie givers in it.
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 11, 2019, 9:42 a.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
I have only just learned that Countess Stahlben started her labor pains in Bold Espressions! It had not previously occurred to me that coffee might have such a use. I am pleased that mother and child are doing well, and hopefully the coffee shop gains still more business due to this happy event.
Written By Niklas
Sept. 11, 2019, 9:39 a.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
Because these are not letters. They are journals. And we are tasked by Vellichor to write journals. If love is what someone feels the urge to write about, it is their right, perhaps even duty, to do so.
I should think that as someone who styles themselves an academic this would be obvious.
Considering the content of some of the oldest journals I have read, "I love Lady Keski" is certainly not so far from "I am sulking" when it comes to something not all that interesting to read for most people.
It is noteworthy that it takes more effort to read the journals of other people than it does to not. Imagine how that time could be spent, the books that could be read, what sort of new and exciting sandwiches one could invent.
I should think that as someone who styles themselves an academic this would be obvious.
Considering the content of some of the oldest journals I have read, "I love Lady Keski" is certainly not so far from "I am sulking" when it comes to something not all that interesting to read for most people.
It is noteworthy that it takes more effort to read the journals of other people than it does to not. Imagine how that time could be spent, the books that could be read, what sort of new and exciting sandwiches one could invent.
Written By Caspian
Sept. 11, 2019, 9:29 a.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bashira
I decided I want to do something for your birthday in remembrance. But what I'm not exactly sure. Something to do with boats I think. And the The Order of The Eastern Light. You would have made a good knight.
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 11, 2019, 9:22 a.m.(10/24/1011 AR)
There is much to be said for day to day activity, the comfort of familiar tasks and the joy of beloved people nearby. I wish that everyone has the same joy, among others, for as long a time as is possible.
Alas, these are very interesting times, so that time may be short.
Alas, these are very interesting times, so that time may be short.
Written By Ailith
Sept. 11, 2019, 8:17 a.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
I like the practicality of your advice. Thank you.
Written By Amantha
Sept. 11, 2019, 5:57 a.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
Worrying about what you cannot do will just increase what you can't, while doing what you can may open ways to do what you could not before.
Written By Dariel
Sept. 11, 2019, 4:33 a.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Congratulations! I was beginning to think your stubbornness might mean she was never born. Still a surprise to us all, most of all Lord Martino I suspect.
May she take after her mother in all the best ways.
May she take after her mother in all the best ways.
Written By Shard
Sept. 11, 2019, 1:53 a.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
I don't really have any encouraging words of wisdom or uplifting speeches. I haven't practiced those very much. How about this? 'When the blizzard is at your back, you don't stop moving forward.'
Forward we go, then.
Forward we go, then.
Written By Elisha
Sept. 11, 2019, 12:22 a.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
From here, the faithful women reach down
and down, mother to daughter,
whitebark, blackberry,
to the green ponds
where the boys splash in the shallows,
chasing tadpoles.
This is not a poem,
but a census of faithful women reaching
to green ponds
and asking if Vellichor deserves the histories of dreams
or if we only honor Him with lists of items purchased on credit at the drygoods store.
My husband insists that I answer the charges lodged against me
among bolts of burlap and buckets of pennyweight nails,
so I hereby renounce the following claims:
"I am the pale cinnamon of a paperbark maple."
"A blade that lodges in a human skull turns the skull into a temple."
"A skylord-skull cauldron bubbles at the foot of King Alarice's throne."
"I would burn every priest and every white journal, beginning with my own, and leave only the black. Black words, black ash, black sands, black plague."
"You crave the moment when your drawn blade is too sharp to kill."
"The Compact forgot the treaty and the Teind, and the existence of the Nox'alfar."
"Your handmaid composes essays about bergamot, astrolabes, and amethysts."
I renounce everything except this: I do speak as Aion. We all speak as Aion. When a figure in a dream whispers in your ear, that is the Dream whispering.
There is no figure.
* * *
(Can you mend a broken heart without knowing why your beloved weeps? Every love is a first love, and every creation a repair.)
and down, mother to daughter,
whitebark, blackberry,
to the green ponds
where the boys splash in the shallows,
chasing tadpoles.
This is not a poem,
but a census of faithful women reaching
to green ponds
and asking if Vellichor deserves the histories of dreams
or if we only honor Him with lists of items purchased on credit at the drygoods store.
My husband insists that I answer the charges lodged against me
among bolts of burlap and buckets of pennyweight nails,
so I hereby renounce the following claims:
"I am the pale cinnamon of a paperbark maple."
"A blade that lodges in a human skull turns the skull into a temple."
"A skylord-skull cauldron bubbles at the foot of King Alarice's throne."
"I would burn every priest and every white journal, beginning with my own, and leave only the black. Black words, black ash, black sands, black plague."
"You crave the moment when your drawn blade is too sharp to kill."
"The Compact forgot the treaty and the Teind, and the existence of the Nox'alfar."
"Your handmaid composes essays about bergamot, astrolabes, and amethysts."
I renounce everything except this: I do speak as Aion. We all speak as Aion. When a figure in a dream whispers in your ear, that is the Dream whispering.
There is no figure.
* * *
(Can you mend a broken heart without knowing why your beloved weeps? Every love is a first love, and every creation a repair.)
Written By Sabine
Sept. 11, 2019, 12:02 a.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
It seems to me that what has kept us safe from overt external influences at this time is balance. The Platinum Emperor dare not act against Arvum for fear of Cardia. Cardia dare not act against Arvum for fear of the Undying.
Yet now, a Platinum flag has been raised over the continent. A small patch of it, unclaimed by the Compact, but there it flies all the same. Knees touched earth that a distant tyrant may now claim, through them. Claim and hold through the might of arms granted by an Abandoned tribe joined to the strange forces wielded by the Emperor's Children.
My borders are distant from that small patch of earth circled by the Oathlands, this small patch hovering near the Northland border. But I feel the threat all the same.
Where is the outcry against this provocation? Where is the concern? Cardia has stayed its hand, thank the gods, they did not answer this claiming in kind... or they have not, yet. But surely they will feel justified now. The balance has tipped. The Emperor and his Child have made the first move.
Before the Assembly, when these foreign powers made their proposals to us, the Compact was filled with a great many raised voices. Everyone had an opinion. Now, one of those powers has made sovereign claim on Arvani soil and perhaps a deeper claim, on the minds and hearts of those who bent the knee.
Where are the voices?
Here, I raise my own and I extend my hand to you in the Oathlands, to you in the North. I cannot be the only one.
Yet now, a Platinum flag has been raised over the continent. A small patch of it, unclaimed by the Compact, but there it flies all the same. Knees touched earth that a distant tyrant may now claim, through them. Claim and hold through the might of arms granted by an Abandoned tribe joined to the strange forces wielded by the Emperor's Children.
My borders are distant from that small patch of earth circled by the Oathlands, this small patch hovering near the Northland border. But I feel the threat all the same.
Where is the outcry against this provocation? Where is the concern? Cardia has stayed its hand, thank the gods, they did not answer this claiming in kind... or they have not, yet. But surely they will feel justified now. The balance has tipped. The Emperor and his Child have made the first move.
Before the Assembly, when these foreign powers made their proposals to us, the Compact was filled with a great many raised voices. Everyone had an opinion. Now, one of those powers has made sovereign claim on Arvani soil and perhaps a deeper claim, on the minds and hearts of those who bent the knee.
Where are the voices?
Here, I raise my own and I extend my hand to you in the Oathlands, to you in the North. I cannot be the only one.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 10, 2019, 10:57 p.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
When life overwhelms I try to see it as an opportunity to deepen my whelm.
Written By Artur
Sept. 10, 2019, 10:47 p.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
Once, there was this island where all the emotions lived. Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to them that the island would sink! So all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a boat. Love said, 'Richness, can you take me with you?'
Richness answered, 'Sorry Love, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat and so there is no place here for you.'
Distraught, Love next asked Vanity who was also sailing by. Vanity was also ready with the same answer. 'I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,' Vanity answered.
Despaired, next Love was hopeful as Sadness was close by so Love asked, 'Sadness, take me along with you.'
'Oh, Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!', Sadness said in a sullen voice.
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so preoccupied with her happiness that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, 'Come, Love, I will take you.' It was an elder. An overjoyed Love jumped up into the boat and in the process forgot to ask where they were going. When they arrived at a dry land, the elder went her own way.
Realizing how much was owed to the elder, Love asked Knowledge, who was another elder, 'Who helped me?' came the question, intrigued.
'It was Time,' Knowledge answered.
'Time?' thought Love.
Then, as if reading the face of Love, Knowledge smiled and answered, 'Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.'
Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a boat. Love said, 'Richness, can you take me with you?'
Richness answered, 'Sorry Love, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat and so there is no place here for you.'
Distraught, Love next asked Vanity who was also sailing by. Vanity was also ready with the same answer. 'I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,' Vanity answered.
Despaired, next Love was hopeful as Sadness was close by so Love asked, 'Sadness, take me along with you.'
'Oh, Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!', Sadness said in a sullen voice.
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so preoccupied with her happiness that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, 'Come, Love, I will take you.' It was an elder. An overjoyed Love jumped up into the boat and in the process forgot to ask where they were going. When they arrived at a dry land, the elder went her own way.
Realizing how much was owed to the elder, Love asked Knowledge, who was another elder, 'Who helped me?' came the question, intrigued.
'It was Time,' Knowledge answered.
'Time?' thought Love.
Then, as if reading the face of Love, Knowledge smiled and answered, 'Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.'
Written By Dustin
Sept. 10, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(10/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Nothing a little fire every couple of centuries can not fix.
Written By Thea
Sept. 10, 2019, 7:05 p.m.(10/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
I--have never been thanked for being, well---me before. In hindsight, you are very welcome. I am just happy you have a very healthy baby girl. I should be thanking -you- for the brief and unintentional entertainment involving my brother. Which reminds me--Do not ever use Martino as a name. Ever.
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