Written By Raimon
Aug. 6, 2019, 4:04 a.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
To expound upon Warlord Galen's point,
Taking a life is rarely ever easy. It marks you in some ways for the rest of your life. It does not grow easy unless you are sacrificing some of yourself. Some poets may speak of it in far prettier ways then I can.
But there are times when a life must be taken. When violence is called for. There are some who make it their duty to be skilled at such things. It is not a task for everyone, and if it is not for you there is no shame in it.
Taking a life is rarely ever easy. It marks you in some ways for the rest of your life. It does not grow easy unless you are sacrificing some of yourself. Some poets may speak of it in far prettier ways then I can.
But there are times when a life must be taken. When violence is called for. There are some who make it their duty to be skilled at such things. It is not a task for everyone, and if it is not for you there is no shame in it.
Written By Monique
Aug. 6, 2019, 3:31 a.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Jyri
You spoil me with your extraordinary artistry. My gallery is a little closer to completion with this newest divine piece, and my ego is just a little bit bigger than it was before I received your breathtaking work of art. Or possibly a great deal bigger.
Written By Monique
Aug. 6, 2019, 3:29 a.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
I am fortunate to have found the perfect location and the perfect cohost for the Storybook Soiree, all in the space of one meeting. The ideas that the Archscholar came up with off the top of her head more than prove she will help make this party a glittering success.
Written By Bhandn
Aug. 6, 2019, 1:28 a.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Have I really been here for nearly a year? How has the time gone by so quickly?
I can still remember that first day arriving with the intention to rest for a time, and already the days have become months, and the months have multiplied faster than the rabbits.
I can't think of anything more to write, except to wait for those commissions to complete. I have hopes of securing the commission for the ink tomorrow, but that is the one that worries me the most. How can I possibly tell if /ink/ is of exceptional quality? It's /ink/. One uses it to write, and that's all there is to it! I think I need to get away from this paper before my head splits over thinking on it.
I can still remember that first day arriving with the intention to rest for a time, and already the days have become months, and the months have multiplied faster than the rabbits.
I can't think of anything more to write, except to wait for those commissions to complete. I have hopes of securing the commission for the ink tomorrow, but that is the one that worries me the most. How can I possibly tell if /ink/ is of exceptional quality? It's /ink/. One uses it to write, and that's all there is to it! I think I need to get away from this paper before my head splits over thinking on it.
Written By Flavien
Aug. 5, 2019, 11:03 p.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Someone is going to be surprised when they see how I am on a boat now.
Written By Flavien
Aug. 5, 2019, 11:03 p.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
A good man who's been hardened by the sea and makes other men hardened in turn.
Written By Rook
Aug. 5, 2019, 10:18 p.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Stepping into the light of new and glorious opportunities, and all shall know it by the oleander pinned to my lapel. It only seems like an appropriate way to praise my new patron.
Written By Malcolm
Aug. 5, 2019, 10:15 p.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Don't rightly know where's time gone running. Seems like a breath ago it was spring. Now, here we are headed in a sweep toward autumn, and I'm finally starting to feel like I might be fitting --
Aw, no, nevermind that. That's too sentimental.
Suffice to say that I feel like drinking less whiskey when I think about all my responsibilities these days.
Aw, no, nevermind that. That's too sentimental.
Suffice to say that I feel like drinking less whiskey when I think about all my responsibilities these days.
Written By Calaudrin
Aug. 5, 2019, 10:07 p.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
I completed my very first commission this week for Lady Kenna. I had a bunch of stuff laying around so I just kept adding more and more to it. She seemed happy.
Written By Saoirse
Aug. 5, 2019, 9:35 p.m.(8/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Drinking what? Milk? Valardin can have it.
Written By Miranda
Aug. 5, 2019, 6:43 p.m.(8/6/1011 AR)
After 6 weeks away from Arx I have come to one conclusion...
Arx is home.
I belong here.
That is due mostly to the people who live here.
Thank you.
Arx is home.
I belong here.
That is due mostly to the people who live here.
Thank you.
Written By Vincenzo
Aug. 5, 2019, 4:28 p.m.(8/6/1011 AR)
I had a dream the other night.
I walked into a soldier’s camp somewhere I’ve never been before, I couldn’t recognize the location and it seemed dark all around me. The sentries had fallen asleep, the fat soldiers in drunken stupor as they laid about, as I walked right through the camp until I reached the center where the fire was extinguished, ignored. The racks of trophies were empty, a few weapons rusted on the racks. I noticed that all the plants had perished to ash, there was no water. I saw strange flakes what appeared to be ash floating around the air I breathed and I coughed, stumbling back, reaching to put my hand on the shoulder of one sleeping sentry but as I touched them, they crumbled to ash and dust too. More of that ashy flake floated in the air, and I struggled to breath.
Then I saw her.
A knight in the most beautiful of armor with a sword of burning golden light stood at the ordinary extinguished camp fire. Behind her were lions that seemed to be golden, with great wings of light, pulling a great golden chariot of fire. She looked at me and I felt a heavy heat as light shined impossibly bright, blinding I had to squint and I heard a voice that called saying something about the ends never justify the means, that honor was armor that can withstand the harshest of challenges but can be destroyed by the simplest of selfish acts to bring dishonor. That stories of bravery, courage, chivalry and honor inspire each of us, even the smallest, to strive to be better and stronger in our little moments of struggle and temptation. That we should remember those stories and strive to emulate them. If only I had my journal there in my dream to write what she said.
I opened my eyes, and the world seemed normal. The camp fire was blazing brightly and hot, the trophies of war shined brilliantly, the weapons of heroes lined up in honor and thanks to Gloria as they overcame their ordeals.
When I woke, I had a burst of inspiration as I saw the golden sun shine bright through the window of my chambers. To have artists throughout the capital create masterpieces. Of armaments, weapons, paintings, tapestries and more. Trophies that have tales which inspire. To praise and give thanks to Gloria, not for allowing them to win, but strengthening their resolve in trying times and to be lions of the Faith that never retreat. To have a shrine cleansed, rebuilt and rededicated to her.
Tales and stories of honorable combat, of warriors that stared unflinchingly into overwhelming odds and didn’t skirt their duty. Of chivalric codes that emphasize generosity in victory, piety, braver and martial skills. To have the strength to wield arms against foes in a violent time, but the internal fortitude to withhold from cruelty. To maintain the Faith and serve with valor and faithfulness. To protect those who cannot protect themselves. To give willingly what they have to those less fortunate. To refrain from causing unneeded harm. To fight for the good and welfare of all. To fight fair rather than allowing the ends to justify the means. To never refuse a challenge, nor turn their back to a foe.
Dreams can be funny things, dangerous even, when they desire you to act instead of sitting back.
I walked into a soldier’s camp somewhere I’ve never been before, I couldn’t recognize the location and it seemed dark all around me. The sentries had fallen asleep, the fat soldiers in drunken stupor as they laid about, as I walked right through the camp until I reached the center where the fire was extinguished, ignored. The racks of trophies were empty, a few weapons rusted on the racks. I noticed that all the plants had perished to ash, there was no water. I saw strange flakes what appeared to be ash floating around the air I breathed and I coughed, stumbling back, reaching to put my hand on the shoulder of one sleeping sentry but as I touched them, they crumbled to ash and dust too. More of that ashy flake floated in the air, and I struggled to breath.
Then I saw her.
A knight in the most beautiful of armor with a sword of burning golden light stood at the ordinary extinguished camp fire. Behind her were lions that seemed to be golden, with great wings of light, pulling a great golden chariot of fire. She looked at me and I felt a heavy heat as light shined impossibly bright, blinding I had to squint and I heard a voice that called saying something about the ends never justify the means, that honor was armor that can withstand the harshest of challenges but can be destroyed by the simplest of selfish acts to bring dishonor. That stories of bravery, courage, chivalry and honor inspire each of us, even the smallest, to strive to be better and stronger in our little moments of struggle and temptation. That we should remember those stories and strive to emulate them. If only I had my journal there in my dream to write what she said.
I opened my eyes, and the world seemed normal. The camp fire was blazing brightly and hot, the trophies of war shined brilliantly, the weapons of heroes lined up in honor and thanks to Gloria as they overcame their ordeals.
When I woke, I had a burst of inspiration as I saw the golden sun shine bright through the window of my chambers. To have artists throughout the capital create masterpieces. Of armaments, weapons, paintings, tapestries and more. Trophies that have tales which inspire. To praise and give thanks to Gloria, not for allowing them to win, but strengthening their resolve in trying times and to be lions of the Faith that never retreat. To have a shrine cleansed, rebuilt and rededicated to her.
Tales and stories of honorable combat, of warriors that stared unflinchingly into overwhelming odds and didn’t skirt their duty. Of chivalric codes that emphasize generosity in victory, piety, braver and martial skills. To have the strength to wield arms against foes in a violent time, but the internal fortitude to withhold from cruelty. To maintain the Faith and serve with valor and faithfulness. To protect those who cannot protect themselves. To give willingly what they have to those less fortunate. To refrain from causing unneeded harm. To fight for the good and welfare of all. To fight fair rather than allowing the ends to justify the means. To never refuse a challenge, nor turn their back to a foe.
Dreams can be funny things, dangerous even, when they desire you to act instead of sitting back.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 5, 2019, 2:39 p.m.(8/6/1011 AR)
I contend it foolhardy to take an Archlector's staff for a great many reasons. Of course, being in a position for the Archlector in question to have an impressive new staff to smack ne'er-do-wells on the knuckles or over the head makes up for it.
Written By Valencia
Aug. 5, 2019, 2:07 p.m.(8/6/1011 AR)
A question arose at the spirits tasting the other day about which of the great houses can hold their liquor better.
Opinions varied widely on which houses people thought were the most formidable when it came to drinking. Sadly, we did not come to a consensus. Though, to be true, a couple of our guest's stamina and immunity to some of our more intoxicating beverages was truly outstanding.
I think this is a question that bears deeper exploration.
With that in mind, I do believe Lord Martino and I shall have to conspire with some of our good friends from various Houses of Avrum to host a contest to see which House is truly the greatest.
A team event perhaps. Each house providing a team of their very best to set this ongoing question to rest. For at least the year.
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Opinions varied widely on which houses people thought were the most formidable when it came to drinking. Sadly, we did not come to a consensus. Though, to be true, a couple of our guest's stamina and immunity to some of our more intoxicating beverages was truly outstanding.
I think this is a question that bears deeper exploration.
With that in mind, I do believe Lord Martino and I shall have to conspire with some of our good friends from various Houses of Avrum to host a contest to see which House is truly the greatest.
A team event perhaps. Each house providing a team of their very best to set this ongoing question to rest. For at least the year.
~~~~<~<@
Written By Cassima
Aug. 5, 2019, 10:40 a.m.(8/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Your endless creativity is a source of wonder and delight for me. I adore working with numbers and that is where my talents lie, but alas, they do not create anything as pleasing to the senses as your work. Thank you for joining me for dinner. I hope I can view more of your exquisite jewellery and gowns next time we meet. And of course, exchange many more words! It is always a pleasure.
Written By Shard
Aug. 5, 2019, 6:53 a.m.(8/5/1011 AR)
A word of advice: if you're going to hire thieves to do a job for you, at least have the self respect to hire ones that haven't already been caught at it.
I hope you didn't pay them in advance.
I hope you didn't pay them in advance.
Written By Victus
Aug. 5, 2019, 3:27 a.m.(8/5/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
I look back fondly on the day I asked him to serve as my Voice. I, ready made with all the political rhetoric. He just looked at me and said, “You need someone to remind the Compact how fucking nice you’re being”.
He said so grimly with a scowl, and then chortled before accepting. That was the day he and I came to understand each other perfectly. I should have expected as much however, the man fashioned goblets from skulls to drink his mead.
I needed someone to represent the cold, the ruthless, the brutality of life within the Mourning Isles. He did exactly that and even more than I could have asked. Loyalty while standing before an endless barrage.
There are many words I’m saving for the day we reunite in the shadow lands.
He said so grimly with a scowl, and then chortled before accepting. That was the day he and I came to understand each other perfectly. I should have expected as much however, the man fashioned goblets from skulls to drink his mead.
I needed someone to represent the cold, the ruthless, the brutality of life within the Mourning Isles. He did exactly that and even more than I could have asked. Loyalty while standing before an endless barrage.
There are many words I’m saving for the day we reunite in the shadow lands.
Written By Arcadia
Aug. 5, 2019, 3:21 a.m.(8/5/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
You were not even that bad. I mean, only slight debauchery.
At least you weren't the one to fall asleep at the bar mid story.
At least you weren't the one to fall asleep at the bar mid story.
Written By Raimon
Aug. 5, 2019, 2:13 a.m.(8/5/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Brigida
Someone has stolen the Blessed Brigida's staff. I take this personally, as she is the cousin of my Mother and an Archlector. Return it, or I shall have to lend her one of my Halberds.
Written By Monique
Aug. 5, 2019, 12:26 a.m.(8/5/1011 AR)
I heard a story today that moved me to tears. It's a rare thing, a beautiful thing. And I'm grateful that others will be able to read it, too, in the Literary Competition. Truly, Arvum is full of the most talented writers I have ever known.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.