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Written By Sudara

July 28, 2019, 4:14 p.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

It might very well just be an effect of my advancing years, but I confess that I am finding it increasingly difficult to organise large-scale efforts in the way I used to. It has taken almost all my capacities over the span of a couple of weeks to get a new effort underway and provide suitable support to Tenebrae in her work. Still, I have very much enjoyed concocting the plans, and hope that our endeavours will prove fruitful.

Written By Dariel

July 28, 2019, 3:20 p.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Miranda

I can only imagine they must be shaking their boots to receive such a battle cry. Perhaps tales of the battle cry will reach their homelands and for generations to come they will shiver when they hear the name alone. One will rise up and call themself 'Pookebane' and attempt to take fight back. Though that's presuming one was left alive to take the news back

I fear that snake hammocks are a thing I don't think I can easily forget.

Is this your idea of relaxing, Floofykins? I'm not sure though. It would not be mine, but then we are quite different people. Stay safe,

Written By Brigida

July 28, 2019, 2:51 p.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

My staff has been stolen. Not only is this making it a little harder to walk around but I can't give people a gentle tap with it to correct their mistakes.
I am very much vexed by this.

Written By Monique

July 28, 2019, 1:56 p.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

Adventure looms. There is much to plan, much that could go wrong, and still more that go so very right in the most enjoyable way. The Minx of the Marches, indeed.

Written By Amari

July 28, 2019, 11:56 a.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Reigna

What if we were to sponsor or own wagon and deliver proper, useful remedies that are safe and actually effective? It would seem that in the absence of good alternatives, the desperate will turn to any cure.

I'm certainly not proposing this because I've always thought, being robbed and killed by bandits aside, a wagon like that would be fun. Though I always imagined doing a brisk trade in books rather than medicines.

Written By Skapti

July 28, 2019, 10:57 a.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Viveka

A few weeks ago I ended up wronging one of the people I hold dear to me. We have not spoken since, and I fear the possibility we might not ever get back what we had because of my actions.

I miss the sound of her voice.

Written By Alecstazi

July 28, 2019, 10:55 a.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

So this is what crow tastes like.

Worth it.

Written By Sparte

July 28, 2019, 8:51 a.m.(7/18/1011 AR)

Dame Tom has been acting peculiar lately. I really should have someone from the Lodge take a look at her, I'm worried she might be pregnant again. I have no idea what I'd do with a second litter of stoatlets.

Written By Martino

July 28, 2019, 5:13 a.m.(7/17/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

It will be a truly wonderful evening and, already, has been a delight to work with you on this.

May all our future events illicit the same excitement also, good Princess.

Written By Pasquale

July 28, 2019, 5:02 a.m.(7/17/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Martino

There is a Luthier's workshop in Nilanza not far from the house of vows. It's a delightful little place positioned just before a hairpin turn which provides some of the most exquisite views over the ocean that you are likely to find. If you want an instrument that comes with a story. I can not recommend them enough.

Written By Stygia

July 28, 2019, 3:25 a.m.(7/17/1011 AR)

The other day I received thirteen bottles o' booze in the loveliest little box.

Then today for patron's day I was gifted the ugliest gods damned creature I have ever seen. I keep wonderin if my birthday is fast approaching...

At first I thought it was a cat with a hairless tail. Then I thought it was a very unfortunate dog. Rat? Too big, too hissy. No ship rat I've ever known's ever fuckin hissed.

It arrived in a box in my office. At first I didn't know what to do with it so I nipped out to the bakery to grab something for it to eat and when I came back it was gone. Looking around for it, someone tells me that they saw the box loaded onto the truck cart and was about to be hauled off. I chased after it, dove into the back of the cart. It spooked the horse and caused them to kick the driver out the cart and bolt. Straight downhill.

So that is, why this morning I smell like yesterday's garbage and am limping with a hissy possum that also smells like garbage and why there is trail of garbage stretching from the Commons Courts right down to the river's mouth. I won't make mention about the fire and the incident with the old lady as I'm still being questioned about that.

Thanks, Gaston. Best Present Ever.

Written By Valencia

July 27, 2019, 9:04 p.m.(7/17/1011 AR)

So very excited! There is something enticing about a small gather with special libations that are not often served.

I've asked Missere Master Barkeep Maggnus to enter the Hart's private cellars to bring forth a sampling of some of our more rare and exotic vintages and spirits to try. I'm rather looking forward to see who enjoys which drinks and who remains standing at the end of the night.

Fortunately, we still have a few lovely suites that are not occupied at present, so our guests can relax and enjoy all enticements and comforts that my Hart can offer.

I fully expect it will be a wonderful night of fun. With luck, this will be the first of many such parties we host.

To life, light, luck and love!

~~~~<~<@

Written By Amund

July 27, 2019, 7:08 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

If you must teach morals, do so sparingly and with correct timing. And do not discount the power of questioning; only those that are truly free have the luxury of being able to do so.

Written By Julian

July 27, 2019, 6:59 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

Thinking about getting a cat. Any suggestions on who has the coolest cat that may have babies?

Written By Valdemar

July 27, 2019, 5:13 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

Boys,

I have, and will do so again in the future, written here to advise you of the things you are likely to face. The trials and tests that life will undoubtedly put in your path. That is not my purpose here today, though. Instead, I'm going to tell you what I want for you, because holding on to your goals is how, ultimately, you will overcome those obstacles. Of course I want you to have the things that any parent will tell you they wish for their children: love, success, loyal friends...these things are an important part of life, vital experiences that you will need in order to give you strength against the unpleasant aspects of it that we all face.

But you will have responsibilities that go beyond the personal, and so there is more that I wish for you. Though I have had my issues with the Compact as a whole in the past, I've never failed to understand its necessity. Thus I desire for you, and the people you will rule over when I am gone, to have a greater place in it. Some of the hardest choices I have made since becoming Duke have been with this in mind, only made worth it when I look at you. Likewise, there are enemies out there that, at the moment, we as a whole are woefully unequipped to combat, and it is one of my greatest wishes to see you with the tools necessary to fight those battles on even ground. So much knowledge lost over the centuries, that I would see restored for you. That is the legacy I dream of leaving you, no matter how difficult it becomes.

Written By Rysen

July 27, 2019, 2:44 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

I was traveling with a group of merchants with whom I'd been meeting to discuss Countess Arcadia's proposed trade outpost, when we were attacked by bandits on the Great Road. Luckily, we suffered no casualties - thanks in part to the extra guard Duchess Fianna has insisted on after the incident at the Seliki Manor. I was saddened to find out that our assailants had been deserters of the Crovane military. One of the prisoners said they were from the region south of Stormwall called Twilight Dale, and claimed that they attacked us because they're starving.

Since my brother has had his attention on suppressing the White Raven clan in the west, and I have been on campaign with Princess Marian Redrain, it may be that something is amiss in the dales. Than again, every bandit, once captured, has only turned to lawlessness in order to save his or her starving family. I've sent Deor to Twilight Dale to find out the truth of the matter.

Written By Reigna

July 27, 2019, 1:15 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

I was rude to someone. Well they called me rude. But I cannot abide those that take advantage of the desperate and vulnerable. Those that feed off the needs of others, selling snake oil as miracle cures are beneath contempt. The sick, the hurting... they need *help* not lies and false hopes. Let it be known, that any purveyors of fake medicines, those that make their coin on the misery and exploitation of the sick and helpless had best stay clear of my path. If I see you, if I find you... You will rue the day.

Written By Acantha

July 27, 2019, 1:11 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

Clearlake's annual Spring Festival has come and gone. It was late this year due to things beyond our control. I was happy at the turn out and I got to see some of my favorite people. Dame Felicia Harrow was there and she made a lot of children happy by rescuing candy from little boats for them. I find that being surrounded by friends and having the laughter of children in the air has renewed my spirits a bit more.

Written By Cambria

July 27, 2019, 1:11 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

Reason is weak compared to the imagination, which is not only more powerful than reason, but comprehends our feelings besides. What's more, as the mind functions to aid survival and well-being, it is no wonder that we spend a good deal of time in willful ignorance. Getting on with life, the activity in which most of us engage, depends on believing some things rather than others, to which truth is often subordinated.

Written By Cambria

July 27, 2019, 1:04 p.m.(7/16/1011 AR)

The mind is essentially functional. As various thinkers throughout history have argued, the primary purpose of the mind is not to arrive at truth, but to enable us to pursue our ends, which are largely practical. We therefore believe many things not because they are true, but because they make us feel a certain way. And though truth is not determined by feeling, in one sense moral value is. Therefore, our judgments concerning the worth of things, big or little, depend on the feelings the things arouse in us.

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