Written By Shard
July 19, 2019, 12:53 a.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
I've also heard what happened. And I'm not in the slightest bit conflicted as to what the /right/ action would have been. Lots of situations are messy, and complicated. Lots of decisions are very difficult. This wasn't one.
The only thing that made it 'gray and complex' is that the people it happened to aren't considered to be worth anything. Or, for that matter, to actually be people. The Gods are the gods of everyone, but why would Skald really care about those particular humans, after all?
The only thing that made it 'gray and complex' is that the people it happened to aren't considered to be worth anything. Or, for that matter, to actually be people. The Gods are the gods of everyone, but why would Skald really care about those particular humans, after all?
Written By Elisha
July 19, 2019, 12:09 a.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
A mayfly with mica wings hovers,
then darts away.
Farther down the valley,
a little fog broods.
Each version of this dream conveys a different choice.
A star falls from a bone-white sky
toward an army of the dead.
A bent figure stands among the fallen;
not beckoning for aid but
calling down the star.
That is when you realize
that the stiffening corpses are arranged
to perfectly reflect the constellations
hidden by this heavenly ossuary.
If the crickets ever quiet--
my great-hearted guardian,
my untouchable love--
we might hear a grub burrow beneath
the tarry pine bark
and a salamander
skitter
across the limestone gravel
toward the mayfly
who is already
reborn.
then darts away.
Farther down the valley,
a little fog broods.
Each version of this dream conveys a different choice.
A star falls from a bone-white sky
toward an army of the dead.
A bent figure stands among the fallen;
not beckoning for aid but
calling down the star.
That is when you realize
that the stiffening corpses are arranged
to perfectly reflect the constellations
hidden by this heavenly ossuary.
If the crickets ever quiet--
my great-hearted guardian,
my untouchable love--
we might hear a grub burrow beneath
the tarry pine bark
and a salamander
skitter
across the limestone gravel
toward the mayfly
who is already
reborn.
Written By Lysander
July 19, 2019, 12:07 a.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
Ah, the true devastation that comes with a work lost. An experience of glass set in such a beautiful entropy, glittering across the planes of stone. The glitter in the dark. My great work - now nothing but that which cuts scattered across every surface. Perhaps I will seal it up, add a window, and pay people to look upon such devastation with something that drew one away so long. I hardly feel like the same man I was before. Who are these people? Do they remember my face, my voice, or was all given to the work? I can only look forward to finding out.
Written By Raimon
July 18, 2019, 11:34 p.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
There is only one proper way to drink tea. Find a bottle of wine. Throw the tea out. Drink the wine
Written By Aureth
July 18, 2019, 10:42 p.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
Since this does keep coming up:
Fireweave is not banned. You may wear it, craft with it, sell it, attempt to turn it into incredibly expensive bedding -- all of this is fine. If you bought it before the Faith spoke out against trade with Eurus, excellent; you may use it with my blessings upon your health.
The Faith has come out against trading with Eurus as a recognition of the moral ugliness of continuing to profit and enable Abyss-worshipping slavers. We do not cast judgment on trade with Eurusi that happened in the past. We do not seek to punish anyone for actions taken while we still were silent. You do not need to destroy your fireweave (I honestly doubt that you _could_ destroy your fireweave but I suppose that's neither here nor there) or hide it a secret hiding hole or immediately divest yourself of it.
The only action that we have placed this interdict upon is trading with Eurusi. This means buying _anything_ from Eurusi -- whether it is fireweave or not -- or selling anything _to_ Eurusi. But fireweave that is already here is not forbidden. It is already here.
I hope that this resolves some of the confusion that continues to persist. While I am happy to provide counsel to the Faithful on matters moral, spiritual, obscure or arcane, for the record I am not myself a merchant banker, and even when I was a businessman, I was not the particular kind of businessman who would have useful advice for anyone on individuated matters of trade.
Fireweave is not banned. You may wear it, craft with it, sell it, attempt to turn it into incredibly expensive bedding -- all of this is fine. If you bought it before the Faith spoke out against trade with Eurus, excellent; you may use it with my blessings upon your health.
The Faith has come out against trading with Eurus as a recognition of the moral ugliness of continuing to profit and enable Abyss-worshipping slavers. We do not cast judgment on trade with Eurusi that happened in the past. We do not seek to punish anyone for actions taken while we still were silent. You do not need to destroy your fireweave (I honestly doubt that you _could_ destroy your fireweave but I suppose that's neither here nor there) or hide it a secret hiding hole or immediately divest yourself of it.
The only action that we have placed this interdict upon is trading with Eurusi. This means buying _anything_ from Eurusi -- whether it is fireweave or not -- or selling anything _to_ Eurusi. But fireweave that is already here is not forbidden. It is already here.
I hope that this resolves some of the confusion that continues to persist. While I am happy to provide counsel to the Faithful on matters moral, spiritual, obscure or arcane, for the record I am not myself a merchant banker, and even when I was a businessman, I was not the particular kind of businessman who would have useful advice for anyone on individuated matters of trade.
Written By Julian
July 18, 2019, 9:18 p.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
Such kindness will never be forgotten.
Written By Quenia
July 18, 2019, 9:16 p.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
Now that people are starting to work in Granato on the agricultural center, it's time to figure out my next venture. Only, I'm fresh out of ideas.
Written By Calaudrin
July 18, 2019, 8:30 p.m.(6/27/1011 AR)
I learned how to make a few things at the forge recently. Mostly rings.
I sent one out to Marquis Rymarr who replied with a very encouraging message.
Then I sent another to Lady Kenna who tried to return it to me initially but has opted to keep it.
Grandmaster Thena said hers was burning her finger, I'm little concerned about that one.
Marquessa Rhea does not seem to believe me that it's a ring but she said that she likes it. So I'll take that compliment and I guess I'm going to have to work on my technique...
No word yet from Lord Riagon or Lord Commander Silas.
My wife has not yet reacted to the fine boots I made for her. I spent the most time on those.
I sent one out to Marquis Rymarr who replied with a very encouraging message.
Then I sent another to Lady Kenna who tried to return it to me initially but has opted to keep it.
Grandmaster Thena said hers was burning her finger, I'm little concerned about that one.
Marquessa Rhea does not seem to believe me that it's a ring but she said that she likes it. So I'll take that compliment and I guess I'm going to have to work on my technique...
No word yet from Lord Riagon or Lord Commander Silas.
My wife has not yet reacted to the fine boots I made for her. I spent the most time on those.
Written By Vincenzo
July 18, 2019, 7:41 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Fear can be good, it can be bad.
Jayus brings inspiration for us to act, never hinder or hold back. To grow, not to be complacent. That's the difference between intimidation and inspiration. Of nightmares and dreams.
Jayus brings inspiration for us to act, never hinder or hold back. To grow, not to be complacent. That's the difference between intimidation and inspiration. Of nightmares and dreams.
Written By Lora
July 18, 2019, 7:37 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
The wren has many admirers. Many of them have realized that her affections seem to be purchased with snacks. However, few of them take the extra step of offering them to her like proper gifts, one ripe little berry at a time. It is not the fruit that I take issue with, it is the quantity. And the delivery. At least Mistress Arcuri gives her proper seeds, in a little dish.
Not her weight in fruit.
Do you have any idea what so much fruit does to a little bird?
Please. Stop.
Not her weight in fruit.
Do you have any idea what so much fruit does to a little bird?
Please. Stop.
Written By Cassima
July 18, 2019, 5:41 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
It saddens me to see one so loyal to the Isles be the subject of wagging tongues. I have heard what took place. I am certain that not one of those who complain so readily would know what the 'right' action should have been. The world is far more grey and complex than we want it to be. It always has been. Unfortunately, we seem to be living in a time where this is resolutely ignored.
Duchess Vanora has and always will be a loyal and brave subject of Thrax and the Compact. She is committed to the Faith. One need only look to the school House Grimhall plan to build on their lands.
Look not to sly whispers. There is no loyalty, hard work or dedication within such things. Look to Duchess Vanora's noble actions if you want a true and fair reflection of her character.
Duchess Vanora has and always will be a loyal and brave subject of Thrax and the Compact. She is committed to the Faith. One need only look to the school House Grimhall plan to build on their lands.
Look not to sly whispers. There is no loyalty, hard work or dedication within such things. Look to Duchess Vanora's noble actions if you want a true and fair reflection of her character.
Written By Rafael
July 18, 2019, 5:02 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Our residence here in Arx is about as theatrics-filled as I've come to expect. Alright, maybe a little bit more so! Ah, what would this world be without my brother volunteering to take on the weight of some gruesome necessary task?
Written By Cassima
July 18, 2019, 4:50 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
My fault entirely my lady. I am sorry for that. But it is a proof of your talents that you have crafted something so beautiful from the sea and its...varying smells.
I am so drawn to it and I do not usually indulge in perfumes. Thank you again.
Also no fish at dinner then. It is decided.
I am so drawn to it and I do not usually indulge in perfumes. Thank you again.
Also no fish at dinner then. It is decided.
Written By Julian
July 18, 2019, 3:57 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
My time here since I have arrived in Arx has been quite eventful.
Met some people who are kind beyond measure.
Hopefully I will do well for the Baroness and the Saiklands.
Met some people who are kind beyond measure.
Hopefully I will do well for the Baroness and the Saiklands.
Written By Khanne
July 18, 2019, 3:22 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Thena, darling,
You are as soft as your armor. Never fear.
(A carefully drawn set of eyes has been sketched onto this journal entry with a fair amount of skill. One eye is closed, lashes curling upward and shadowed upon fair skin, the other is open with an artistic *glint* added, making the wink seem mischievous)
You are as soft as your armor. Never fear.
(A carefully drawn set of eyes has been sketched onto this journal entry with a fair amount of skill. One eye is closed, lashes curling upward and shadowed upon fair skin, the other is open with an artistic *glint* added, making the wink seem mischievous)
Written By Tyrus
July 18, 2019, 1:40 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Lora
Now, while I can certainly assume my part of responsibility where the berries are concerned, I cannot do the same for muffins and other such foods. It would seem more than one person has been offering Miss Wendy the food she so obviously craves, and seemingly lacks from her home.
I believe no increased restraint is necessary, given the innocence of berries in the crimes you so vehemently accuse them of committing. Fruits such as these can only be good for her.
I believe no increased restraint is necessary, given the innocence of berries in the crimes you so vehemently accuse them of committing. Fruits such as these can only be good for her.
Written By Lora
July 18, 2019, 1:29 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
I learned some time ago not to apologize for the truth.
Finer minds better versed in animal husbandry than I could surely fill pages about the proper ratio of feed to work required to keep something as small in proper shape. Impromptu buffets of berries (and nuts, and seeds, and muffins) far exceed that, and there is nothing I can do to persuade her that she ought to be eating less and doing more, especially when she is so taken with her admirers.
Loyal and devoted though she might be, I must ask you to cease and desist, or at least exercise some restraint. Surely you have more self control than a wren.
Finer minds better versed in animal husbandry than I could surely fill pages about the proper ratio of feed to work required to keep something as small in proper shape. Impromptu buffets of berries (and nuts, and seeds, and muffins) far exceed that, and there is nothing I can do to persuade her that she ought to be eating less and doing more, especially when she is so taken with her admirers.
Loyal and devoted though she might be, I must ask you to cease and desist, or at least exercise some restraint. Surely you have more self control than a wren.
Written By Brianna
July 18, 2019, 12:41 p.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Perhaps it might be more accurate to say that the olives don't like you.
Written By Yvon
July 18, 2019, 11:42 a.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
What is the Mirrormask stance regarding this abrupt embargo of trade relations with Eurus?
What is the Mirrormask stance regarding the denoblement of Princess Fatima Thrax?
What is the Mirrormask stance regarding _any_ recent Proclamation?
Silence is acquiescence.
What is the Mirrormask stance regarding the denoblement of Princess Fatima Thrax?
What is the Mirrormask stance regarding _any_ recent Proclamation?
Silence is acquiescence.
Written By Josephine
July 18, 2019, 10:27 a.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
I remember my mother getting exasperated with me when I would tell her that she was using the wrong gem. Or my father looking at me strangely when I would change out the ingots that would be going in someones armor. Disharmony I said. It will not be at it's finest, there will be a flaw, this will protect them better. The pieces will blend. An arrow will not pierce there where there is weakness.
They thought I was odd. They still think I am odd. My world has rarely been a quiet one, not even the sanctuary of my own home. Water has never been a delight save to drink and bathe and even then if I could avoid it, I would. The sea takes from me, has always taken from me, even when I have given it two of my children. Mangata does not favor me. But that is fine. Or maybe it is that I do not favour her?
No piece leaves my hands unless I am satisfied. Unless they sing in joy and delight, tells me they are content, satisfied and happy. Some times, sometimes that takes some time. There has been a piece that I have been working on for the better part of half a year. A piece that sits upside down upon the brow instead of rising to lofty heights. A gift commissioned for another, a celebration of life, of success and no matter how much it is denied, I am sure, affection.
No doubt that the incessant chattering about the thawed dwarves were what kept me from finishing it sooner. It has been hard, harder I should say, to pry from the stones and the metals, what they wish to be, if they are satisfied with arrangements, will they get along with one another. It has sat on the corner of my bench and I have talked with it. It with me. It was the longest that I have worked on a piece. Every now and then I would listen and then take it down, fix this. heat up that part and apply pressure just so. Less than perfection would not do. Gods alone knows he woo'd me and properly to make this piece when I was taking no commissions.
And then, I took it up one last time. I don't know why, just the urge to sit and hold it. It was the dead of the night and I should have gone home. My leg ached a little less though and so I stayed and took it down and come the morning I called him in after hours spent working and polishing. Setting in the epiphanites. If I should never, make something such as this again, I shall be fine. But this was not the stones, or the metal. This was a guiding hand.
I am exhausted. But this is a good exhaustion. I am elated.
I was hard pressed to give it up.
I give another child to the world, one of metal and gems that tells a tale of four and many score. Of a woman with dark hair and a smile who takes a hand. Of a smith who works tirelessly over her bench at delicate tasks. Of a man who works to hammer water and of many hands joining to make something beautiful.
And a woman with golden eyes. That... well. That I have no context for.
I am just odd. But I am fine with odd if this is what oddity inspires.
They thought I was odd. They still think I am odd. My world has rarely been a quiet one, not even the sanctuary of my own home. Water has never been a delight save to drink and bathe and even then if I could avoid it, I would. The sea takes from me, has always taken from me, even when I have given it two of my children. Mangata does not favor me. But that is fine. Or maybe it is that I do not favour her?
No piece leaves my hands unless I am satisfied. Unless they sing in joy and delight, tells me they are content, satisfied and happy. Some times, sometimes that takes some time. There has been a piece that I have been working on for the better part of half a year. A piece that sits upside down upon the brow instead of rising to lofty heights. A gift commissioned for another, a celebration of life, of success and no matter how much it is denied, I am sure, affection.
No doubt that the incessant chattering about the thawed dwarves were what kept me from finishing it sooner. It has been hard, harder I should say, to pry from the stones and the metals, what they wish to be, if they are satisfied with arrangements, will they get along with one another. It has sat on the corner of my bench and I have talked with it. It with me. It was the longest that I have worked on a piece. Every now and then I would listen and then take it down, fix this. heat up that part and apply pressure just so. Less than perfection would not do. Gods alone knows he woo'd me and properly to make this piece when I was taking no commissions.
And then, I took it up one last time. I don't know why, just the urge to sit and hold it. It was the dead of the night and I should have gone home. My leg ached a little less though and so I stayed and took it down and come the morning I called him in after hours spent working and polishing. Setting in the epiphanites. If I should never, make something such as this again, I shall be fine. But this was not the stones, or the metal. This was a guiding hand.
I am exhausted. But this is a good exhaustion. I am elated.
I was hard pressed to give it up.
I give another child to the world, one of metal and gems that tells a tale of four and many score. Of a woman with dark hair and a smile who takes a hand. Of a smith who works tirelessly over her bench at delicate tasks. Of a man who works to hammer water and of many hands joining to make something beautiful.
And a woman with golden eyes. That... well. That I have no context for.
I am just odd. But I am fine with odd if this is what oddity inspires.
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