Written By Sanya
July 5, 2019, 2:31 p.m.(5/28/1011 AR)
The passing of Prince Niccolo Velenosa is a tragedy, yet I pray that his soul is finally at peace and his kin can find some comfort in that.
Written By Willow
July 5, 2019, 2:31 p.m.(5/28/1011 AR)
If I stop and look back, all is lost.
Written By Ras
July 5, 2019, 12:34 p.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
It was nice to see Maja and Jeffeth again, even if I wish... well, it's not worth saying anything about. I'm happy to know them.
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Nothing else could ever be more valuable! A fancy coat is a pile of rat's feet next to the worth of a real friend, you get that? What a jerk.
At least you can make soup out of the feet.
Damn.
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Nothing else could ever be more valuable! A fancy coat is a pile of rat's feet next to the worth of a real friend, you get that? What a jerk.
At least you can make soup out of the feet.
Damn.
Written By Thea
July 5, 2019, 11:57 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
It's about time I learn how to officially sail a boat and properly shoot a bow. My cousin has offered the latter. After I asked her nicely. Kinda. Over---tea. That sounds funny to say. Now to find someone to teach me the first.
Written By Thea
July 5, 2019, 11:50 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
Sometimes it takes a talk with someone who you least expect to put things in perspective....
Written By Evonleigh
July 5, 2019, 11:29 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
The play has been a somewhat resounding success... I say somewhat for some personal reasons and of course the conflicting themes the differing audiences attribute to it. However, literature that doesn't spark debate or discussion is hardly worth the attention, so I feel pleased that mine has fostered conversation.
We have a few more days of performances, and then closing night -- which will feel so long in coming and also too quickly. Time is such a paradox.
I want to thank my cast and crew for all of their hard work in putting on such amazing performances and my family and friends for putting up with me during this time. Of course, my gratitude goes to the Bard's College and Nightingale Gianna Whisper for her support, and my patrons, formerly Prince Lorenzo, and currently Princess Zara, for theirs.
We have a few more days of performances, and then closing night -- which will feel so long in coming and also too quickly. Time is such a paradox.
I want to thank my cast and crew for all of their hard work in putting on such amazing performances and my family and friends for putting up with me during this time. Of course, my gratitude goes to the Bard's College and Nightingale Gianna Whisper for her support, and my patrons, formerly Prince Lorenzo, and currently Princess Zara, for theirs.
Written By Cambria
July 5, 2019, 10:58 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
One cannot be loyal to two masters, or two of anything, for that matter. Inevitably, you will have to make a choice as to which, or whom, is primary.
Written By Norwood
July 5, 2019, 10:54 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
I received word from my father this morning that I have been expecting for several years, but nevertheless hoped would never come.
My grandfather has passed back to the Wheel.
My words will mark me as what I am, new to the nobility, with the callouses of my more common heritage clinging to me. That said, I feel it nonetheless honorable to speak for a moment of this man who I respected and loved.
Jethro, for whom my youngest brother Jethro was named, was a man without peer. He worked the lands which Clement was given oversight over for years. He never sought for his own promotion, but instead had a steadfast vision that saw us through lean years and on to prosperity. He was a man who saw the simple honor in a good days work, and worked to instill this in each of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
My grandfather was a man who spoke his mind. When Duke Edmund knighted me he was upset. In his eyes I was abandoning the family. Moreover I was forsaking what I had learned as a beekeeper and woodsman to give myself over to a life of violence. He never trusted the progressive nature of Arx itself, though there is no one who could doubt his loyalty to the compact.
Despite his displeasure at my choices, I never felt divorced from my family. I knew that I could return at any point to open arms - and a shovel pressed into my hands. After the death of my first wife it was my grandfather who told the family to give me time, and also made sure I had time to be alone to morn. In all of his letters he asked about Adalyn's health though I do fear I never did tell him that when she came to Arx she chose to join a mercenary group. His heart was already weak.
May he rest well, and never be forgotten.
My grandfather has passed back to the Wheel.
My words will mark me as what I am, new to the nobility, with the callouses of my more common heritage clinging to me. That said, I feel it nonetheless honorable to speak for a moment of this man who I respected and loved.
Jethro, for whom my youngest brother Jethro was named, was a man without peer. He worked the lands which Clement was given oversight over for years. He never sought for his own promotion, but instead had a steadfast vision that saw us through lean years and on to prosperity. He was a man who saw the simple honor in a good days work, and worked to instill this in each of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
My grandfather was a man who spoke his mind. When Duke Edmund knighted me he was upset. In his eyes I was abandoning the family. Moreover I was forsaking what I had learned as a beekeeper and woodsman to give myself over to a life of violence. He never trusted the progressive nature of Arx itself, though there is no one who could doubt his loyalty to the compact.
Despite his displeasure at my choices, I never felt divorced from my family. I knew that I could return at any point to open arms - and a shovel pressed into my hands. After the death of my first wife it was my grandfather who told the family to give me time, and also made sure I had time to be alone to morn. In all of his letters he asked about Adalyn's health though I do fear I never did tell him that when she came to Arx she chose to join a mercenary group. His heart was already weak.
May he rest well, and never be forgotten.
Written By Iseulet
July 5, 2019, 10:33 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
A beautiful spring day. A good day to catch up with old friends.
Too bad most of them have gone. Either moved on or taken another turn on the wheel.
At least we still have our whiskey.
Too bad most of them have gone. Either moved on or taken another turn on the wheel.
At least we still have our whiskey.
Written By Lisebet
July 5, 2019, 8:50 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
I did not hunt in the recent well attended hunt but I did attend the feast after. It was lovely to catch up with friends new and old. While this may be a usual thing, I feel I ought note for expectant mothers in the future who may read this, that being with child can be somewhat difficult to deal with at times. As I am being told, we all feel this way and it will pass.
Written By Duarte
July 5, 2019, 4:14 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
I've spent a day and a night at Mangata's shrine. Admittedly she is the God with whom I am the least familiar. The truth of it struck me suddenly whilst holding vigil and thereafter dominated my considerations.
How much is taken for granted? The blessed breath of life itself. How many are drawn by the hour? The day? A decade?
How humbling it should be to remember that at our greatest achievement, and at our darkest hour alike, Her substance sustains us.
How much is taken for granted? The blessed breath of life itself. How many are drawn by the hour? The day? A decade?
How humbling it should be to remember that at our greatest achievement, and at our darkest hour alike, Her substance sustains us.
Written By Brigida
July 5, 2019, 2:19 a.m.(5/27/1011 AR)
As hunts go the recent one organised by Princess Zara seemed to be a success. I was a little irked when I was discovered the post hunt feast wasn't to be held at the Lodge to Petrichor, mainly due to the fact that I'd been waiting there patiently for them to return.
However when I managed to track down the feasters I recieved a warm welcome and a plateful of food. It's heartwarming to see that Petrichor hss seen fit to reinvigorate the forest again so we can partake of it's bounty.
However when I managed to track down the feasters I recieved a warm welcome and a plateful of food. It's heartwarming to see that Petrichor hss seen fit to reinvigorate the forest again so we can partake of it's bounty.
Written By Delilah
July 4, 2019, 9:49 p.m.(5/26/1011 AR)
It feels so good to be back in front of paper and books. To say whatever ideas spring to mind and refine them bit by bit, shaping them into new forms. I have found a spirit missing long ago. What awoke in Stormwall lands? What urges such tides of creativity?
Written By Ajax
July 4, 2019, 6:42 p.m.(5/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
You were an interesting man. I wouldn't of expected you to go peacefully, I hope the wheel treats you well.
Written By Marian
July 4, 2019, 3:51 p.m.(5/26/1011 AR)
Princess Zara and Princess Tikva hosted a lavish hunt, although I'm afraid I missed the chase since I arrived at the feast late. I managed to secure a plate of food, catch up with some old friends and even make some new ones. Overall, I enjoyed the evening greatly. It reminds me to be more social.
Written By Brianna
July 4, 2019, 3:11 p.m.(5/26/1011 AR)
It is a curious, precarious thing to open one's heart after guarding it for so long. The sheer terror it induces is second only to the terror that comes with being on the cusp of actually achieving something you have wanted desperately for one's entire adult life. Daydreams are safer. Daydreams can't hate you.
However, if we do not have the luxury to live in our daydreams. We must stand strong, with courage, as is right for someone who deserves such things.
However, if we do not have the luxury to live in our daydreams. We must stand strong, with courage, as is right for someone who deserves such things.
Written By Arthen
July 4, 2019, 1:32 p.m.(5/26/1011 AR)
A while back I made note that Houndmouth'd found his way back to Arx, and I am real glad now to say that he has taken a break from the singing to start spilling ink across pages once again.
I'd never discourage a soul from doing whatever it is they love, but he was always a better writer than he was a singer. They don't call him Houndmouth the Bard for nothing, now.
No offense to Sir Floppington or any of them fine Keaton folk's nice animals.
It might be that seeing him get back to the good work like that will put some fire beneath Strongtall and Half-Mast even. Half didn't even count none of his silver from our last haul, I think he is feeling a little under the weather as of late.
I'd never discourage a soul from doing whatever it is they love, but he was always a better writer than he was a singer. They don't call him Houndmouth the Bard for nothing, now.
No offense to Sir Floppington or any of them fine Keaton folk's nice animals.
It might be that seeing him get back to the good work like that will put some fire beneath Strongtall and Half-Mast even. Half didn't even count none of his silver from our last haul, I think he is feeling a little under the weather as of late.
Written By Martino
July 4, 2019, 12:32 p.m.(5/25/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Delfina
Since the Great Patronage Fair, keeping in touch with the good Lady Darkwater and pleased she sees me as a patron now.
Where you wish to grow, I promise to open those doors for you and your husband as well. Along with hopefully remind you of your Lyceum roots.
Where you wish to grow, I promise to open those doors for you and your husband as well. Along with hopefully remind you of your Lyceum roots.
Written By Martino
July 4, 2019, 12:30 p.m.(5/25/1011 AR)
The Great Patronage Fair was a superb event, well planned and excellently hosted. What was also good was coming away having met some incredibly interesting people along with a new protege.
Written By Elisha
July 4, 2019, 12:18 p.m.(5/25/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
My sigil is not an unburied skull,
laughing,
but a newborn's head,
crowning.
I am the queen of furrows.
The ditch that
embraces
a body
exhausted from life
and
the channel from which life,
refreshed,
gasps to breath
again.
I am a mother first.
* * *
You enter the city through Fontanel Gate, which is guarded by red wardens who cast oblique glances at your bundles. You pass beneath an archway and find yourself within a tunnel; its compact fullness surrounds you; carved in its walls is a pattern of shattered diamonds that tell the tale of Skald's inevitable victory over Fate.
You advance for hours and it is not clear to you whether you are already in the city's midst or still outside it. Every now and then at the edges of the street, a cluster of black spires seems to indicate that from there the city's texture will thicken. However, you find instead other vague spaces: a neighborhood of metallic workshops, warehouses packed with bijous, a reflecting pool surrounded by scrawny shrines.
If you ask the people you meet, 'Where is the city?' they make a broad gesture which may mean 'Here,' or 'Farther on, or 'All around you,' or even 'In the opposite direction.'
Finally you reach a gate guarded by red wardens who cast oblique glances at your bundles. Stepping into a tunnel carved with the tale of Fate's decision to defeat Skald, you realize that this city is only ever the outskirts of itself.
laughing,
but a newborn's head,
crowning.
I am the queen of furrows.
The ditch that
embraces
a body
exhausted from life
and
the channel from which life,
refreshed,
gasps to breath
again.
I am a mother first.
* * *
You enter the city through Fontanel Gate, which is guarded by red wardens who cast oblique glances at your bundles. You pass beneath an archway and find yourself within a tunnel; its compact fullness surrounds you; carved in its walls is a pattern of shattered diamonds that tell the tale of Skald's inevitable victory over Fate.
You advance for hours and it is not clear to you whether you are already in the city's midst or still outside it. Every now and then at the edges of the street, a cluster of black spires seems to indicate that from there the city's texture will thicken. However, you find instead other vague spaces: a neighborhood of metallic workshops, warehouses packed with bijous, a reflecting pool surrounded by scrawny shrines.
If you ask the people you meet, 'Where is the city?' they make a broad gesture which may mean 'Here,' or 'Farther on, or 'All around you,' or even 'In the opposite direction.'
Finally you reach a gate guarded by red wardens who cast oblique glances at your bundles. Stepping into a tunnel carved with the tale of Fate's decision to defeat Skald, you realize that this city is only ever the outskirts of itself.
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