Written By Carita
June 30, 2019, 4:12 a.m.(5/17/1011 AR)
Tonight I sit in the Shrine of the Thirteenth to begin my week here for the eligibility of becoming a Disciple in the Scholars.
I thought it would be rather quiet and give me plenty of time for contemplating the reasons for doing it, or maybe even just my life's path. Instead, I happened on a few friends already sitting there and had a somewhat distracted conversation with all three of them, Lord Evander being the last to go. In the silence of everyone leaving, I let past memories wash over me. Morning teas, various chats, stolen looks, past fears, and as they did, I basked in every one of them.
I thought it would be rather quiet and give me plenty of time for contemplating the reasons for doing it, or maybe even just my life's path. Instead, I happened on a few friends already sitting there and had a somewhat distracted conversation with all three of them, Lord Evander being the last to go. In the silence of everyone leaving, I let past memories wash over me. Morning teas, various chats, stolen looks, past fears, and as they did, I basked in every one of them.
Written By Lucrezia
June 30, 2019, 1 a.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Having gone on a whim and expecting to be bored and leave early, I was pleasantly surprised instead. It was well run, my only wish being I could have seen the leadership event also. I could only choose one. However, the three winners were presented at the end, so had a hint of the rest. My hopeful, Princess Denica, came in second. Next time she should woo the Queen with ships. It is sure to work. A Queendom without a strong fleet is a doomed one. So, naturally, it is a sound decision. I am sure the Wanton would agree. Hmm, next time they should have the whole thing on a ship. Yes.
Written By Lucrezia
June 30, 2019, 12:39 a.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
I went on a whim and not entirely disappointed in having done so. While the courtship of polite society is not of any interest to me, I wanted to see if any would take the route of seduction and wanted to compare techniques. Alas, I was disappointed in that regard. However, the eventual winner of the evening, Princess Denica, wed her pretend spouse on a ship. From that point all I could think of was the music. Her winning made me happy.
Written By Monique
June 29, 2019, 11:21 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
It was a triumph. It was a triumph because you made it one.
Written By Acantha
June 29, 2019, 11:21 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Evander
Benny, my ever faithful and adorable beaver companion, has been insistent that he get to play with the toy ship that Lord Evander sent me very long ago. He's never tried eating it, so I've allowed him to play with it when he goes for a 'swim'. It's amusing to see him take to it. And it always puts a smile on my face.
Written By Silas
June 29, 2019, 11:20 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
I managed to take a table from the Tournament of Thorns and it's -amazing-. And smells good. Never really worked with myrtle, myself... maybe I should change that.
Written By Riagnon
June 29, 2019, 10:29 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
In just a few short weeks, we will have been wed a full year. Our affections are slow-growing but I'd venture to declare a comfortable, more-than-tolerable kind of friendship to have taken shape. Although the newness of her noblesse betrays us at the most awkward of times most particularly at fancy parties, it honors me to see how much her ladyship's companionship and connections have benefitted my sister in her ambitions. More than that, it's refreshing to have a perspective not our own! A generosity of spirit to dilute us where we might be sharper tooth't.
Written By Thea
June 29, 2019, 9:53 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Three months. I have been in the city for three months. I have felt myself changing. Not a terrible change, but I have learned more than I thought I would. I came here hoping to prove myself to my family, to hope I have made them proud. In doing so, I think I had to prove something to someone else....me.
Written By Calaudrin
June 29, 2019, 9:36 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
I told my wife that I was interested in taking up armorsmithing! She told me that I should stick to paintings of cats. I told her I could make her armor! She told me she'd have her armor made by 'professionals'. Something about being safe, she says! I'll just make armor for cats instead.
Written By Reese
June 29, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Mistress Joscelin will be missed. I wish her the best and the best for her children. She made the pink griffin that I wear. It is wonderful and I will always appreciate that.
Reese
Reese
Written By Sebastian
June 29, 2019, 5:38 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Athaur
The Tournament of Thorns pre-games have, for me, been a lot of fun. I don't display my work publicly as a rule, and I must confess, seeing people confounded as much as elucidated by my painting was equally satisfying.
In particular I must credit Count Athaur Rivenshari who, after many weeks of failure, was finally able to secure the steel thorn from me and thus complete his set. Victory is, surely, all the sweeter for the failures that came before it.
Good luck to all competing tonight.
In particular I must credit Count Athaur Rivenshari who, after many weeks of failure, was finally able to secure the steel thorn from me and thus complete his set. Victory is, surely, all the sweeter for the failures that came before it.
Good luck to all competing tonight.
Written By Gwenna
June 29, 2019, 5:22 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Aethan
My protege, Lord Aethan Kennex, has invited me on no few endeavors for his House, even when I was still just starting out on my journey to become a diplomat. He does not dance around a topic that needs to be discussed, his words often plain and to the point. His honesty has always been something I've been glad for and I often admire him for his ability to present it without any fuss. How fortunate it was that our paths crossed over a few trading negotiations and I am quite happy for his trust in me.
Written By Thea
June 29, 2019, 5:06 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
I do feel a swell pride when I watch those I care about cross that line...you know that line. The one of growth. Of responsibility. It's like watching one's child go off on their own...I think. If I had children. I'm sure that's what my parents felt watching Martino. Assuming he's grown.
Written By Thea
June 29, 2019, 4:58 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
I hear the water calling my name more often than not now that the snow is gone...my thoughts can become clearer once more.
Written By Rook
June 29, 2019, 4:43 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
I can honestly say having breakfast with a good friend in Arvum Botanical Gardens is one of life's most incredible treasures.
Written By Zebulon
June 29, 2019, 3:06 p.m.(5/16/1011 AR)
Just got to the city.
Already rooms in all the inns are full.
Just my luck.
Already rooms in all the inns are full.
Just my luck.
Written By Kenna
June 29, 2019, 12:58 p.m.(5/15/1011 AR)
I woke up last night with my sheets drenched in sweat. I dreamed of places I have gone and the sounds that came with them. One by one my family were cut down and in the end it was all my fault. If only I had done something more, or said something less they would still be alive. This fear is eating me alive. I am going to go spend more time at the Shrine of the Thirteenth. It is quiet there.
Written By Morrighan
June 29, 2019, 12:38 p.m.(5/15/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I'll regale you all with a story, a story that I kind of mark as the beginning of my friendship with Joscelin Arterius. It begins at the Crafter's Fete that was hosted by Lady Dawn on the fifteenth day of the tenth month, 1004 A.R. (That's seven years ago.) It was two months before my twentieth birthday, and about my first whole year being in Arx after Sherrod had sent me down to help prepare the Villa the summer before. This shindig was only the second big social event I had been to, as I don't like crowds and tend to avoid them, but it was kind of an important thing, so I loitered by the entrance for a short time while I mustered up the nerve to go on in. The whiskey helped.
It was fairly busy as there were quite a few in attendance, and eventually I started to make my way over to the artisans table to join my fellow crafty compatriots. Along the way I'm pretty sure I heard Myrinda threatening to toss someone over her knee and give them an ass whooping. Think there was a finger wag in there, too. (Was that you, Silas?) I didn't quite catch Joscelin when she came in, but she found me and didn't miss a thing. She could easily tell the distress I was in, and Josie snagged my hand and said, "C'mon sharp-sweet, we'll find a place to sit."
Josie was a friendly face in a place filled with people I didn't know (mostly), in a city I was barely familiar with, and she put me at ease. Still needed a few drinks to take the edge off, but she made it manageable. So on we sat at this banquet table, which was on a raised dais, as the crafters were the guests of honor for this event. Myrinda was speaking her mind (loudly) on something I didn't quite catch, aside from it having something to do with clothes, and Josie is sitting there digging through her skirts, pulling out bottles of liquor - which was a brilliant idea I might add - and she's telling Myrinda to pipe down, snickering. "Tehom's tits," she said, "This is all my fault." Josie's always terribly creative with her swearing.
The festivities are getting under way, dinner is being plated, Dawn made her toast, and I'm adoring this beautiful jeweler for the sheer amount of booze she snuck in. Not that it was against the rules or not allowed, but I suppose she just wanted to be prepared. With the way the night was going, I was uncomfortable, I only had my flask, and I was downing my drink like I thought it was water. Josie had us covered. The night goes on, and it's really quite the event, Dawn went all out on it, there was all kinds of entertainment, music, gilded pie (not joking), and everything settles into this comfortable flow of chatter at the table. Myrinda is ruthlessly dishing out quips left and right, at Silas, at me, and Josie is just _glaring_ at her. "MYRINDA. I cannot let you out, ever, ONCE!" And Myrinda was just sitting there all smug and self-satisfied.
What brought it all on, in part, was the conversation surrounding Josie's dress that night. I made it for her, but to this day I still don't remember doing it, and I must have made it while piss drunk. It's a talent, you know. We're joking about it, and I quip that I'm an expert at most drunk anything, and it's a skill that's taken me some years to perfect. So without missing a beat, Myri just looks at me and goes, "You don't even have a few years to get that under your belt. What are you, twelve?" Ruthless, that Grayhope, I tell you. Never known a woman to have a sharper tongue than her, but I admired her for it. I can only hope I have half as much sass in about thirty more years. I got huffy, and she just looked amused. To placate me Joscelin just turns to me and says, "She's upset that I won't make an honest man of her son and ride him like a pony until I squirt out a dozen grandchildren for her. Rife with bitterness." This. This is the Joscelin Arterius that I know, and I wouldn't have her any other way.
We nearly lost Ida when that happened, almost choked to death on what she was eating - or maybe drinking- but thankfully she made it, and is still with us to this day. I'm a little less irritable, Josie's filling my flask, and I tell her that riding a man like a pony doesn't make him honest. She just continues on, explaining it to me so casually that I was partially shocked while at the same time just so damn amused. I'll not publicly note just _what_ she told me, but I daresay my inexperienced self back then was outright scandalized. There was hardly a thing she didn't say that didn't surprise me by just how blunt and explicit it was. Even seven years later, she can still stun me from time to time.
The best part of the night, is what I remember best, because it was so damn hilarious, and I think I might have embarrassed her, just a little. So there's quipping back and forth about making men honest, grandbabies, and not having that white-haired harridan for a mother-in-law or grand-dam to her children, to which Myrinda said Josie could only be so lucky. It was throughout the banter that Josie misunderstood a comment I made, and right when she was taking a bite of pork, I whispered to her, clarifying what I had meant. Josie inhaled with laughter, choked on her food, Ida's choking again from a quip Josie had made just prior to that. Everyone's choking. The latter is in between laughing and choking, and I'm sitting there, slouching, sipping away on my whiskey. I reach around to swat her on the back and absently remark, "I thought you could handle meat, Jos."
Now she's barking in laughter, the piece of pork that got lodged in her throat is sent flying across the room. "-gods damn you and your sharp little tongue, Morrighan!" She outright _cackled_. "You're _awful_!". Now Silas is half choking, I think at this point the only people who aren't are me and Myrinda. Ida's choking on her wine again, but aside from all the near death experiences people had, it was a good time. Lots of laughter, and it's definitely one of my favorite memories I have of Joscelin. I think it was at that point that I knew she was going to be someone special, as we bonded quickly, and an important presence in my life. And she was. Still is. Always will be. Forever my best friend and sister. Forever family. (Forever the foulest mouthed jeweler I've ever met, and I love her for it.)
It was fairly busy as there were quite a few in attendance, and eventually I started to make my way over to the artisans table to join my fellow crafty compatriots. Along the way I'm pretty sure I heard Myrinda threatening to toss someone over her knee and give them an ass whooping. Think there was a finger wag in there, too. (Was that you, Silas?) I didn't quite catch Joscelin when she came in, but she found me and didn't miss a thing. She could easily tell the distress I was in, and Josie snagged my hand and said, "C'mon sharp-sweet, we'll find a place to sit."
Josie was a friendly face in a place filled with people I didn't know (mostly), in a city I was barely familiar with, and she put me at ease. Still needed a few drinks to take the edge off, but she made it manageable. So on we sat at this banquet table, which was on a raised dais, as the crafters were the guests of honor for this event. Myrinda was speaking her mind (loudly) on something I didn't quite catch, aside from it having something to do with clothes, and Josie is sitting there digging through her skirts, pulling out bottles of liquor - which was a brilliant idea I might add - and she's telling Myrinda to pipe down, snickering. "Tehom's tits," she said, "This is all my fault." Josie's always terribly creative with her swearing.
The festivities are getting under way, dinner is being plated, Dawn made her toast, and I'm adoring this beautiful jeweler for the sheer amount of booze she snuck in. Not that it was against the rules or not allowed, but I suppose she just wanted to be prepared. With the way the night was going, I was uncomfortable, I only had my flask, and I was downing my drink like I thought it was water. Josie had us covered. The night goes on, and it's really quite the event, Dawn went all out on it, there was all kinds of entertainment, music, gilded pie (not joking), and everything settles into this comfortable flow of chatter at the table. Myrinda is ruthlessly dishing out quips left and right, at Silas, at me, and Josie is just _glaring_ at her. "MYRINDA. I cannot let you out, ever, ONCE!" And Myrinda was just sitting there all smug and self-satisfied.
What brought it all on, in part, was the conversation surrounding Josie's dress that night. I made it for her, but to this day I still don't remember doing it, and I must have made it while piss drunk. It's a talent, you know. We're joking about it, and I quip that I'm an expert at most drunk anything, and it's a skill that's taken me some years to perfect. So without missing a beat, Myri just looks at me and goes, "You don't even have a few years to get that under your belt. What are you, twelve?" Ruthless, that Grayhope, I tell you. Never known a woman to have a sharper tongue than her, but I admired her for it. I can only hope I have half as much sass in about thirty more years. I got huffy, and she just looked amused. To placate me Joscelin just turns to me and says, "She's upset that I won't make an honest man of her son and ride him like a pony until I squirt out a dozen grandchildren for her. Rife with bitterness." This. This is the Joscelin Arterius that I know, and I wouldn't have her any other way.
We nearly lost Ida when that happened, almost choked to death on what she was eating - or maybe drinking- but thankfully she made it, and is still with us to this day. I'm a little less irritable, Josie's filling my flask, and I tell her that riding a man like a pony doesn't make him honest. She just continues on, explaining it to me so casually that I was partially shocked while at the same time just so damn amused. I'll not publicly note just _what_ she told me, but I daresay my inexperienced self back then was outright scandalized. There was hardly a thing she didn't say that didn't surprise me by just how blunt and explicit it was. Even seven years later, she can still stun me from time to time.
The best part of the night, is what I remember best, because it was so damn hilarious, and I think I might have embarrassed her, just a little. So there's quipping back and forth about making men honest, grandbabies, and not having that white-haired harridan for a mother-in-law or grand-dam to her children, to which Myrinda said Josie could only be so lucky. It was throughout the banter that Josie misunderstood a comment I made, and right when she was taking a bite of pork, I whispered to her, clarifying what I had meant. Josie inhaled with laughter, choked on her food, Ida's choking again from a quip Josie had made just prior to that. Everyone's choking. The latter is in between laughing and choking, and I'm sitting there, slouching, sipping away on my whiskey. I reach around to swat her on the back and absently remark, "I thought you could handle meat, Jos."
Now she's barking in laughter, the piece of pork that got lodged in her throat is sent flying across the room. "-gods damn you and your sharp little tongue, Morrighan!" She outright _cackled_. "You're _awful_!". Now Silas is half choking, I think at this point the only people who aren't are me and Myrinda. Ida's choking on her wine again, but aside from all the near death experiences people had, it was a good time. Lots of laughter, and it's definitely one of my favorite memories I have of Joscelin. I think it was at that point that I knew she was going to be someone special, as we bonded quickly, and an important presence in my life. And she was. Still is. Always will be. Forever my best friend and sister. Forever family. (Forever the foulest mouthed jeweler I've ever met, and I love her for it.)
Written By Sanya
June 29, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(5/15/1011 AR)
When I woke up today, the world seemed brighter, almost hopeful. I haven't felt this energetic in years...
Written By Willow
June 29, 2019, 11:31 a.m.(5/15/1011 AR)
It is an amazing thing how a year can change a person's perspective. I feel like the last year has been full enough to have been the ten years before it. Whether it is because Arx is so bustling or because the mantle of responsibility has opened ip innumerable new possibilities, I can only guess. May the next year be even busier and even better,
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