Written By Caith
Aug. 22, 2019, 10:28 p.m.(9/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elloise
Dearest cousin Elloise.
The measure of a person is how they get up after being knocked down -- whether they carry with them lessons learned or doom themselves to the fate of repeating the same mistakes. Knowing you and your scientific mind, this experience has given you an education.
It is my hope that all parties involved manage to weather this storm and emerge from this break-up better people for it.
The measure of a person is how they get up after being knocked down -- whether they carry with them lessons learned or doom themselves to the fate of repeating the same mistakes. Knowing you and your scientific mind, this experience has given you an education.
It is my hope that all parties involved manage to weather this storm and emerge from this break-up better people for it.
Written By Behtuk
Aug. 22, 2019, 10:06 p.m.(9/13/1011 AR)
<Written in Northlands Shav>
How the Children of the Sun were Born.
When the world was new, only spirits inhabited the world. And the sun shone, always. The spirits had no writing or history. They only had now, which changed always. Whenever a spirit tired of a thing, they changed it into something else. Whenever a spirit tired of a shape, they changed into a new one. The only thing that never changed, and never moved, was the sun. But one spirit did not like the sun. It liked long fur and sharp teeth. It liked the taste of other dead things in its mouth. It liked the dark caves, where it could spring out and catch living things unaware. This spirit grew angry at the sun, always over everyone, and everything. It rose up and devoured the sun leaving only its bones in the sky. The world grew cold. All the spirits grew sleepy. The beautiful things that the spirits created were covered in a thick layer of ice and snow. But from the bowels of the earth came the Children of the Sun. They carried with them the sun's skin. They wore on the fur of the angry spirit on their shoulders. They danced and the spirits lifted up their bodies. They sang and the spirits changed their forms with the song. They took the things that the spirits had made and changed them, not into other things, but into other shapes of the same thing. They added things together, one to another in ways that spirits had never imagined. They built the largest tree that had ever existed and they climbed up the tree carrying the skin of the sun. Once there, the children covered the bones of the sun with it's skin and it rose up again, half alive and half dead. In some parts of the world, the snow and ice melted, but the Children of the Sun lived always at Faaraska, the end of the world, where the Angry spirit lives in caves beneath the earth and the sun sometimes forgets that it is still alive.
How they became Children of the Sun and Moon is another story.
How the Children of the Sun were Born.
When the world was new, only spirits inhabited the world. And the sun shone, always. The spirits had no writing or history. They only had now, which changed always. Whenever a spirit tired of a thing, they changed it into something else. Whenever a spirit tired of a shape, they changed into a new one. The only thing that never changed, and never moved, was the sun. But one spirit did not like the sun. It liked long fur and sharp teeth. It liked the taste of other dead things in its mouth. It liked the dark caves, where it could spring out and catch living things unaware. This spirit grew angry at the sun, always over everyone, and everything. It rose up and devoured the sun leaving only its bones in the sky. The world grew cold. All the spirits grew sleepy. The beautiful things that the spirits created were covered in a thick layer of ice and snow. But from the bowels of the earth came the Children of the Sun. They carried with them the sun's skin. They wore on the fur of the angry spirit on their shoulders. They danced and the spirits lifted up their bodies. They sang and the spirits changed their forms with the song. They took the things that the spirits had made and changed them, not into other things, but into other shapes of the same thing. They added things together, one to another in ways that spirits had never imagined. They built the largest tree that had ever existed and they climbed up the tree carrying the skin of the sun. Once there, the children covered the bones of the sun with it's skin and it rose up again, half alive and half dead. In some parts of the world, the snow and ice melted, but the Children of the Sun lived always at Faaraska, the end of the world, where the Angry spirit lives in caves beneath the earth and the sun sometimes forgets that it is still alive.
How they became Children of the Sun and Moon is another story.
Written By Jeffeth
Aug. 22, 2019, 9:25 p.m.(9/13/1011 AR)
The Knights of Solace are currently playing a grand game of tag. It's fun. If you'd like to participate, please contact Dame Bree and I and we will get you inducted and make sure you know the rules.
Written By Narcissa
Aug. 22, 2019, 7:36 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
The lilt of phrase, his wisp of glee,
In turn has the taciturn tact of form.
To not humor verse trite and free,
To rhyme and not lapse the norm.
A jewel, a poem free from the ramble,
Structure, syntax, a coherent canticle.
To shun the masses, embrace the gamble,
Your swan song, a journal as epochal.
The horn has heralded, the hunt to sound,
A poem to which my mind may lend care,
Vine of verse, to which fatuity is not bound,
A lack of asininity both reassuring and rare.
So thorns and roses turn the aureate eye,
What shall this Knight of bards supply?
In turn has the taciturn tact of form.
To not humor verse trite and free,
To rhyme and not lapse the norm.
A jewel, a poem free from the ramble,
Structure, syntax, a coherent canticle.
To shun the masses, embrace the gamble,
Your swan song, a journal as epochal.
The horn has heralded, the hunt to sound,
A poem to which my mind may lend care,
Vine of verse, to which fatuity is not bound,
A lack of asininity both reassuring and rare.
So thorns and roses turn the aureate eye,
What shall this Knight of bards supply?
Written By Lucita
Aug. 22, 2019, 6:23 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
A quiet family-style relaxed meal with friends. What could be better than those few hours of relaxation and mutual support.
Written By Arik
Aug. 22, 2019, 5:38 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
I once told a friend of mine. If you seek a divorce you are an oathbreaker and I will never speak to you again. Obviously, the consensus amongst my fellow Peers and the Church is that all things can be atoned for and in the Northlands it's poor form to hold a grudge. To me though there is no easier accommodation to make than to bear your burden in silence, find your pleasure with discretion, and seek your freedom in purpose.
Written By Malcolm
Aug. 22, 2019, 4:32 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
I'm never too sure what to write down in these things of late... and I need to do my due, owing it to Vellichor, right?
Whether I need to detail my life when it mostly involves looking over maps and reading reports and signing things until my fingers go numb.
... but, by the gods. That's dull. So dull.
Real dull.
I fancy that I might start making up things to entertain my Journal with.
Maybe.
Whether I need to detail my life when it mostly involves looking over maps and reading reports and signing things until my fingers go numb.
... but, by the gods. That's dull. So dull.
Real dull.
I fancy that I might start making up things to entertain my Journal with.
Maybe.
Written By Aslaug
Aug. 22, 2019, 4:01 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
I've come to a near-enlightening experience the other day, and I'd like to give it meaning here, in these journals.
I scarcely care to inflict my opinions on paper. I spare my lungs the struggle of making others understand what I see, what I know and what I want, but this requires an exception.
Where my words can't convey, and expressions fail to explain, I'll let my writing take the stage. I came ashore to Arx recently once again after what felt like a year worth of a voyage to the Maelstrom. Sailors, the crooked and uncrooked alike, spoke of a tale most enchanting: of a woman in tattered leathers and silvered hair that was lost across the path we trod. A noblewoman; a someone they couldn't name, for the ignoble asea had more worldly problems than to care for the nomenclature of the highborn.
I brought a sketch of her definitions to Arx with me on my way back, inspired by the tales of her that I could feel didn't do glory to whole truth behind them. It wasn't my best work, and perhaps not entirely accurate to her looks if the swashbuckler's anyone to believe, but I'm hoping it'll give me leads.
They say she was lost on the way back from Darkwater Watch, ten to fifteen nautical miles from Stormward. They only looked for her for a month. That's all I know.
For now.
I scarcely care to inflict my opinions on paper. I spare my lungs the struggle of making others understand what I see, what I know and what I want, but this requires an exception.
Where my words can't convey, and expressions fail to explain, I'll let my writing take the stage. I came ashore to Arx recently once again after what felt like a year worth of a voyage to the Maelstrom. Sailors, the crooked and uncrooked alike, spoke of a tale most enchanting: of a woman in tattered leathers and silvered hair that was lost across the path we trod. A noblewoman; a someone they couldn't name, for the ignoble asea had more worldly problems than to care for the nomenclature of the highborn.
I brought a sketch of her definitions to Arx with me on my way back, inspired by the tales of her that I could feel didn't do glory to whole truth behind them. It wasn't my best work, and perhaps not entirely accurate to her looks if the swashbuckler's anyone to believe, but I'm hoping it'll give me leads.
They say she was lost on the way back from Darkwater Watch, ten to fifteen nautical miles from Stormward. They only looked for her for a month. That's all I know.
For now.
Written By Monique
Aug. 22, 2019, 3:01 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
Votes have started coming in for the Literary Competition and it's exciting to see the results thus far! There's still a bit longer left to vote, though the Storybook Soiree fast approaches. My deliberation on a costume is intense. Do I? Or do I not? How infamous do I wish to be? I could use many opinions.
Written By Evaristo
Aug. 22, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
The Shade
The light over Lowers is starting to fade
The sounds of the streets reduced to a buzz
That's when the alleys and bars come to life
With the darkness of night comes the Shade
Who walks right amongst us, just one of us
Watching and guarding and sharing our strife
The sun over Lowers is starting to rise
The Murder is quiet, the dock stirrs once more
The hawkers are shouting, the kids run around
And very few knows that the Shade in disguise
Has kept us all safe from the dark come ashore
Cause a shadow itself knows that darkness abound
The light over Lowers is starting to fade
The sounds of the streets reduced to a buzz
That's when the alleys and bars come to life
With the darkness of night comes the Shade
Who walks right amongst us, just one of us
Watching and guarding and sharing our strife
The sun over Lowers is starting to rise
The Murder is quiet, the dock stirrs once more
The hawkers are shouting, the kids run around
And very few knows that the Shade in disguise
Has kept us all safe from the dark come ashore
Cause a shadow itself knows that darkness abound
Written By Willow
Aug. 22, 2019, 8:47 a.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
It was my great pleasure to find audience with the Legate again this week.
There are a good many things I learned not long after with Elder Mirk that helped shape the idea going forward, but I look forward to trying to work with her in the future.
There are a good many things I learned not long after with Elder Mirk that helped shape the idea going forward, but I look forward to trying to work with her in the future.
Written By Mabelle
Aug. 22, 2019, 4:39 a.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
I have claw marks on my arm. I just told people its a new way to wear armbands.
Written By Arcadia
Aug. 22, 2019, 3:42 a.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
A wanted advertisement-By Sir Jesmond.
With the way too fast impending birth of the Stahlben heir and the far too possible reality that it is a miniature Countess Arcadia Stahlben, I am looking to hire one or two or ten reinforcements to watch over the two.
Qualifications are that they need eyes in the back of their head, the ability to spot foolish behavior before it happens, and not to be threatened at the prospect of being stabbed by a butter knife.
Rewards include possible adventure (and maybe death) and whiskey. Lots and lots of whiskey.
Send applications to Sir Jesmond. Personal guard of Countess Arcadia Stahlben.
With the way too fast impending birth of the Stahlben heir and the far too possible reality that it is a miniature Countess Arcadia Stahlben, I am looking to hire one or two or ten reinforcements to watch over the two.
Qualifications are that they need eyes in the back of their head, the ability to spot foolish behavior before it happens, and not to be threatened at the prospect of being stabbed by a butter knife.
Rewards include possible adventure (and maybe death) and whiskey. Lots and lots of whiskey.
Send applications to Sir Jesmond. Personal guard of Countess Arcadia Stahlben.
Written By Valencia
Aug. 22, 2019, 2:35 a.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
A lovely night in fine company.
Long over due. I had such a wonderful time.
I look forward to much more.
~~~~<~<@
Long over due. I had such a wonderful time.
I look forward to much more.
~~~~<~<@
Written By Roxana
Aug. 22, 2019, 2:06 a.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincenzo
Really dear one, only those three goals?
I was sure I'd inspired another! I hope I aimed it at the right artiste.
I was sure I'd inspired another! I hope I aimed it at the right artiste.
Written By Alecstazi
Aug. 21, 2019, 10:07 p.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
No, Lady Halfshav you will not walk your path alone. For my goose is faithful and devoted. And jealous. Well, I suppose he's *YOUR* goose now. Tell your servants to mind their fingers.
Written By Acantha
Aug. 21, 2019, 9:02 p.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vano
I am excited about the tourney we are holding this week. I hope that people will enjoy the prizes that have been crafted.
Written By Elloise
Aug. 21, 2019, 5:53 p.m.(9/10/1011 AR)
WOWZA! ZOINKS! GADZOO--
Achem! It has come to my attention that WOWZA!! it in fact WASN'T Lord Edward Stormbreak being all obsessed with Lord Kederhern's significant other. ZOINKS! I was wrong! GADZOOKS! what a mistake! It must've been someone else writing those love notes and leaving them around. So sorry! JEEPERS, ELLOISE.
Achem! It has come to my attention that WOWZA!! it in fact WASN'T Lord Edward Stormbreak being all obsessed with Lord Kederhern's significant other. ZOINKS! I was wrong! GADZOOKS! what a mistake! It must've been someone else writing those love notes and leaving them around. So sorry! JEEPERS, ELLOISE.
Written By Behtuk
Aug. 21, 2019, 3:18 p.m.(9/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
The second Arvani I ever met, and the first to show me kindness.
Written By Behtuk
Aug. 21, 2019, 3:16 p.m.(9/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
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