Written By Marian
June 25, 2019, 4:07 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I caught Nia lifting a dagger from one of my guards, while the twins were giggling and laughing at the fellow's jokes, distracting him. They're working together to divide and conquer.
It is times like these I wish I had one extra hand, because my brood scattered in three different directions when I shouted. Of course I only managed to grab the twins. Nia got away dodging myself and the guard.
My dear sister, Monique, I shall be deeply cross if I find out that you've been teaching that minx a few tricks. Certainly she didn't get this from me.
It is times like these I wish I had one extra hand, because my brood scattered in three different directions when I shouted. Of course I only managed to grab the twins. Nia got away dodging myself and the guard.
My dear sister, Monique, I shall be deeply cross if I find out that you've been teaching that minx a few tricks. Certainly she didn't get this from me.
Written By Skye
June 25, 2019, 3:20 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
When I was a girl not yet a woman, I would look outside my tower and daydream that my frail arms were wings. I would soar in my namesake, unburdened by life that I left upon the ground.
I would lay out bread for my muses, enjoying their happy tweets as they collected their fare. There was this one robin with speckled white in his red breast who would let me run my fingers trail upon his feathers after much coaxing on my part.
After the explosion, I wondered what happened to my feathered friend. I hoped that he did not meet the same fate as others. This spring when a certain robin with a white speckled chest sang to me upon the morn, I could not help but cry happy tears.
Because something beside myself survived, grew and thrived out of tragedy. I knew that life finds a way through the destruction.
I would lay out bread for my muses, enjoying their happy tweets as they collected their fare. There was this one robin with speckled white in his red breast who would let me run my fingers trail upon his feathers after much coaxing on my part.
After the explosion, I wondered what happened to my feathered friend. I hoped that he did not meet the same fate as others. This spring when a certain robin with a white speckled chest sang to me upon the morn, I could not help but cry happy tears.
Because something beside myself survived, grew and thrived out of tragedy. I knew that life finds a way through the destruction.
Written By Marian
June 25, 2019, 3:10 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
My bird of prey, Ender, has been my constant companion for many years. His fierce claws never let me take him for granted. His keen eyes and piercing cry has warned me on many occasion just before a blade strikes my back.
With the recent musings on birds in the whites, I cannot help but celebrate my raptor.
With the recent musings on birds in the whites, I cannot help but celebrate my raptor.
Written By Mailys
June 25, 2019, 2:36 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Maja
Seagulls, in particular.
Written By Monique
June 25, 2019, 1:55 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
So many people qualified for the Tournament of Thorns, upwards of 40, and the date is rapidly approaching. My excitement grows as the days flow by. There will be one final chance the day before the Tournament to qualify, or to earn your pendant. I know there are several who are close, only a thorn or two away. You cannot imagine how happy I am right now, I think, and how grateful I am for the support of all those who have contributed to making this dream a reality. These are beautiful times, and I savor them.
Written By Joscelin
June 25, 2019, 1:43 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincenzo
I can't think of a noble that can afford my living expenses or the materials to pursue my craft without making coin from my stock, nor the raising of my children or supporting my family, at least not without devoting a massive amount of funding. And while we are called to inspire others, we are also called to answer Jayus' inspiration. Some of these inspirations require expensive materials.
Pursuing our need to create and answering Jayus and His inspirations is a personal matter, however. Just because I am comfortable with our traditions doesn't mean it's the best way of handling things.
Pursuing our need to create and answering Jayus and His inspirations is a personal matter, however. Just because I am comfortable with our traditions doesn't mean it's the best way of handling things.
Written By Vincenzo
June 25, 2019, 12:45 a.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
After a walk in the forests where the hunting glade is at, looking at the gems which crowned the emerald grass, I returned to my shop to work on my latest artwork; that peerless gown of Cardian steelsilk and Pyran fireweave, where serpents twined and piles of polished epiphanite, star iron and onyx shine so mysteriously in the light of the lantern.
I felt my heart and mind burning with an image and felt my fingers move with deft skill creating something amazing. Truly, I made a song, dance and prayer to Jayus through needle, thread and stitch; a breathtaking piece as I looked at the finished product which could not be bought with paltry silver. It could only be obtained through equal effort of something that also could never be bought. As soon as I made it, it left me.
A crown of divine inspiration.
Back to the gown without equal.
I felt my heart and mind burning with an image and felt my fingers move with deft skill creating something amazing. Truly, I made a song, dance and prayer to Jayus through needle, thread and stitch; a breathtaking piece as I looked at the finished product which could not be bought with paltry silver. It could only be obtained through equal effort of something that also could never be bought. As soon as I made it, it left me.
A crown of divine inspiration.
Back to the gown without equal.
Written By Tikva
June 25, 2019, 12:07 a.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
So much of what we know about the last comes from the faithful recordings of our ancestors in journals much like these.
As a student of history, of story and song, who has often delved into the historical record, I find it altogether troubling when people are deliberately obscure and abstruse about whatever it is they mean.
Think not on those who read your words now and the attention of the moment, but of the students and historians of the future who comb through these journals we leave behind, desperate to understand and piece together what we lived and breathed and thought in 1011 AR.
As I comb through pages and pages of gibbering nonsense in my most recent investigation into the past, trying to find a glimpse of history in the musings and meanderings ... I am not saying that the detritus of life don't belong here, the romance, the errata, of course they do. But then there is something else again in an act of deliberate obscurity, an unkindness to our own future to which I must object.
Remember the holy purpose of these writings and keep your fiction to the storybooks.
As a student of history, of story and song, who has often delved into the historical record, I find it altogether troubling when people are deliberately obscure and abstruse about whatever it is they mean.
Think not on those who read your words now and the attention of the moment, but of the students and historians of the future who comb through these journals we leave behind, desperate to understand and piece together what we lived and breathed and thought in 1011 AR.
As I comb through pages and pages of gibbering nonsense in my most recent investigation into the past, trying to find a glimpse of history in the musings and meanderings ... I am not saying that the detritus of life don't belong here, the romance, the errata, of course they do. But then there is something else again in an act of deliberate obscurity, an unkindness to our own future to which I must object.
Remember the holy purpose of these writings and keep your fiction to the storybooks.
Written By Vanora
June 24, 2019, 11:52 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
To say that the Nightingale and I have become fast friends is almost to downplay the situation. I see parts of myself reflected back at me, yet there are no mirrors needed.
Written By Aureth
June 24, 2019, 10:30 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Many reams of paper and buckets of ink have been spent upon the truth and nature of freedom, since His Grace, the Prince of Maelstrom, informed the Compact of his future goal to eradicate thralldom. The full weight of the Faith of the Pantheon is and shall be behind him. As I write now, in consideration of this, I do not intend to extend further commentary upon the topic of thralldom. My opinions historically are wildly clear.
It is interesting to note that thralldom and slavery are not historically the same. That slavery has been outlawed in these lands since Queen Triscali. That though thralls are bound, there are restrictions placed upon that binding, and limits, and ultimately a pathway to freedom. It is important to recall that while we stride forward towards a future without indenture, slavery -- a concept that we ourselves have decried and eradicated -- continues to exist in this world, freely practiced beyond our borders.
There are souls out there in chains, beneath the whip.
I find it important to remember this while we argue amongst ourselves about the benefit and efficacy of abolishing thralldom -- a question which is, at this point, already resolved and we are arguing it after the fact; that is, presumably, even the most diehard conservative in the Mourning Isles still would not countenance slavery, and the historical record contains several examples of lords of Thrax who chose to execute people who were found to have committed acts of slavery.
It is a wide world full of darkness.
There is ugliness enough within our truth to last many lifetimes. Let us not make ourselves worse than we are.
It is interesting to note that thralldom and slavery are not historically the same. That slavery has been outlawed in these lands since Queen Triscali. That though thralls are bound, there are restrictions placed upon that binding, and limits, and ultimately a pathway to freedom. It is important to recall that while we stride forward towards a future without indenture, slavery -- a concept that we ourselves have decried and eradicated -- continues to exist in this world, freely practiced beyond our borders.
There are souls out there in chains, beneath the whip.
I find it important to remember this while we argue amongst ourselves about the benefit and efficacy of abolishing thralldom -- a question which is, at this point, already resolved and we are arguing it after the fact; that is, presumably, even the most diehard conservative in the Mourning Isles still would not countenance slavery, and the historical record contains several examples of lords of Thrax who chose to execute people who were found to have committed acts of slavery.
It is a wide world full of darkness.
There is ugliness enough within our truth to last many lifetimes. Let us not make ourselves worse than we are.
Written By Mirari
June 24, 2019, 9:13 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirella
No access to books? Were you living on some far flung island where the Scholar's had no outpost set up?
Written By Maja
June 24, 2019, 8:20 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
My life has been in this city, not in the woods.
When I was young, poor and hungry, I had to safeguard what little food I had. If I did not choose my location carefully when I would stop to eat, the birds in the area would swoop in to steal my meal right out of my hands. The memory of their wings, their grasping claws, their shrill cries as they tried to rob me of my food -- it is not a cherished thought to say the least.
I stand by my opinion: birds are the worst.
When I was young, poor and hungry, I had to safeguard what little food I had. If I did not choose my location carefully when I would stop to eat, the birds in the area would swoop in to steal my meal right out of my hands. The memory of their wings, their grasping claws, their shrill cries as they tried to rob me of my food -- it is not a cherished thought to say the least.
I stand by my opinion: birds are the worst.
Written By Emrys
June 24, 2019, 7:38 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Maja
Enduring without complaint the company of individuals we dislike is an important aspect of both diplomacy and etiquette.
The Radiant may be onto something there.
The Radiant may be onto something there.
Written By Vincenzo
June 24, 2019, 7:27 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
As I was chatting the other day over drinks at one of my favorite haunts, the Black Axe, I was asked to commit my beliefs to my journal. Now these things aren't what everyone believes, and I'm not someone to judge another saying they're doing it wrong when I still have a mountain of mistakes I'm climbing. Nevertheless, let me write this down because who doesn't like a little scandal.
A master crafter should be protectors of their art, to be living and breathing representatives of Jayus as his disciples which bring inspiration to those around them. They shouldn't charge silver for their work, instead they should have established a patron relationship that looks after their needs. The patron shows their dedication to Jayus and the Church (as well as their excellent noble attributes due to having enough silver to shower others with blessings) by covering the living costs of the master crafter, and the master crafter works tirelessly leading in their artistic field by passing on knowledge and experience which builds prestige for their patron. Masters who don't have patrons aren't truly masters, they're still pressured to acquire silver instead of being free to truly live as an inspirational artist.
Let the journeymen and apprentices charge for silver as they're still learning their craft, they need to. Through competition with one another, it helps the best rise to the top! And if they're suitable to be a master, then they should already have years of building their reputation and have a patron lined up so when they speak with the Crafters Guild, they're recognized accordingly.
As a sucker is born every minute and a fool parts with their money easily, let a master become a true leader not by the acquisition of silver, but by the furthering of Art via the collection of apprentices and journeymen that they teach and support.
A master crafter should be protectors of their art, to be living and breathing representatives of Jayus as his disciples which bring inspiration to those around them. They shouldn't charge silver for their work, instead they should have established a patron relationship that looks after their needs. The patron shows their dedication to Jayus and the Church (as well as their excellent noble attributes due to having enough silver to shower others with blessings) by covering the living costs of the master crafter, and the master crafter works tirelessly leading in their artistic field by passing on knowledge and experience which builds prestige for their patron. Masters who don't have patrons aren't truly masters, they're still pressured to acquire silver instead of being free to truly live as an inspirational artist.
Let the journeymen and apprentices charge for silver as they're still learning their craft, they need to. Through competition with one another, it helps the best rise to the top! And if they're suitable to be a master, then they should already have years of building their reputation and have a patron lined up so when they speak with the Crafters Guild, they're recognized accordingly.
As a sucker is born every minute and a fool parts with their money easily, let a master become a true leader not by the acquisition of silver, but by the furthering of Art via the collection of apprentices and journeymen that they teach and support.
Written By Victus
June 24, 2019, 6:45 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
I should build something with my name on it.
Written By Silas
June 24, 2019, 6:26 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Only the Whitehawk Library has signed, first edition copies of Cantarella and War of Hearts.
We may be small, but we are MIGHTY.
We may be small, but we are MIGHTY.
Written By Saoirse
June 24, 2019, 5:42 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Boy.
These white journals have really.
Gone to the birds.
These white journals have really.
Gone to the birds.
Written By Wren
June 24, 2019, 5:16 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
My mother named me after her favorite songbird. While I have no feathers and the only song I sing is distinctly the sound of silver coins clinking against one another as they fall into this pouch or that pouch, I admit I am one very, wholly, opportunistic bird.
Written By Rook
June 24, 2019, 3:01 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Rare am I to reply directly to journals, and I thank the Countess Sabine for her exquisite words on this, but heed the advice from Lord Jyri.
If 100 writs of any kind, or 25K in silver, is too much to pay then hire someone to run it on your behalf as your assistant and pay them less than the payment you will be making to The Crown. A payment which will be made to assist the good common people of this city. To keep the city safe, to help the Thralls and to follow His Majesty's dreams.
The 25,000 in silver works out as 100 writs converted with our good marketplace broker at an average of 250 per writ. The broker's current average is 261 so if you sold 100 writs to him, you would end up with a profit. Perhaps the first in the history of your shop.
If 100 writs of any kind, or 25K in silver, is too much to pay then hire someone to run it on your behalf as your assistant and pay them less than the payment you will be making to The Crown. A payment which will be made to assist the good common people of this city. To keep the city safe, to help the Thralls and to follow His Majesty's dreams.
The 25,000 in silver works out as 100 writs converted with our good marketplace broker at an average of 250 per writ. The broker's current average is 261 so if you sold 100 writs to him, you would end up with a profit. Perhaps the first in the history of your shop.
Written By Bliss
June 24, 2019, 12:48 p.m.(5/5/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Maja
Are you saying you do not want to help clean the Aviary, dear?
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.