Written By Radhilde
June 4, 2019, 4:46 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
That was amazing and beautiful. Thank you for your performance.
I will long remember the words of your poem.
I will long remember the words of your poem.
Written By Radhilde
June 4, 2019, 4:45 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Thank you for welcoming me to the family and your wonderful support.
Written By Radhilde
June 4, 2019, 4:45 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Marisol
Princess, the party was wonderful. Thank you for your efforts and for your hosting.
I was impressed and pleased by it all and look forward to working with you on other things soon.
I was impressed and pleased by it all and look forward to working with you on other things soon.
Written By Radhilde
June 4, 2019, 4:44 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
There is never a dull moment around you! I think you for coming to the party, hopefully Sally Acorn won't escape again.
What an uproar!
What an uproar!
Written By Radhilde
June 4, 2019, 4:38 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Now, that was simply an amazing party. Did not lack at all for entertainment. Thanks to Lord Rysen for the wonderful poem. Mistress Lottie for the beautiful song and Countess Mikani for the amazing mead!
I am pleased Archeron and I, our families and guests could enjoy such a special time.
I am pleased Archeron and I, our families and guests could enjoy such a special time.
Written By Amari
June 4, 2019, 3:32 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Decorum, how does it work?
Firstly, the primary purpose of a question is not to score a point against the person you're addressing in most situations. Show them all due respect and consideration while making your (hopefully concise) inquiry in accordance with any formalities expected, such as waiting your turn. Comport yourself with some dignity, even if you find their opinions repugnant and their replies not to your liking. You needn't pitifully lavish anyone with empty flattery for the privilege either, just be civil and mannered. If they don't reciprocate, disengage.
If emotions run too high, excuse yourself from the discussion. Try not to shout wild accusations or insults before running from the vicinity, attempt to loudly judge or blame the other person for something not in their control, stroke the pommel of your sword menacingly, sigh disdainfully or mutter invective, take an overtly aggressive posture towards them, or interrupt the conversation with a cry of outrage or an appeal to the crowd for support. If you have been personally insulted somehow, calmly demand apology or satisfaction in a proper duel if the slight is a severe one.
And there you are, by following these simple suggestions you too may become decorous and others may better enjoy your company! How keen.
Firstly, the primary purpose of a question is not to score a point against the person you're addressing in most situations. Show them all due respect and consideration while making your (hopefully concise) inquiry in accordance with any formalities expected, such as waiting your turn. Comport yourself with some dignity, even if you find their opinions repugnant and their replies not to your liking. You needn't pitifully lavish anyone with empty flattery for the privilege either, just be civil and mannered. If they don't reciprocate, disengage.
If emotions run too high, excuse yourself from the discussion. Try not to shout wild accusations or insults before running from the vicinity, attempt to loudly judge or blame the other person for something not in their control, stroke the pommel of your sword menacingly, sigh disdainfully or mutter invective, take an overtly aggressive posture towards them, or interrupt the conversation with a cry of outrage or an appeal to the crowd for support. If you have been personally insulted somehow, calmly demand apology or satisfaction in a proper duel if the slight is a severe one.
And there you are, by following these simple suggestions you too may become decorous and others may better enjoy your company! How keen.
Written By Joscelin
June 4, 2019, 12:30 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
You hear rumors of customers that negotiate for better prices, but there's a difference between that and taking advantage of artists and their generosity. Fortunately, for the most part I've had very little trouble with this, though now and then a client will tell me I'm charging too much and they will take their work elsewhere, looking confounded when I wish them well on the way out the door.
It is my Jayus-given right to follow my inspiration, and if you don't inspire me, I'm less likely to create for you. Kindness, compassion, patience, understanding, these things can inspire me. I will still do great work for the brusque and the professional, and still be inspired by them. But rudeness, cruelty, disrespect, none of those things make me want to work with you.
Put plainly: don't do this. Noble or commoner, don't do this. Pay what we're worth, and we are worth the effort and the time. My days as Guildmaster are numbered but if you rouse the ire of enough of us, we are a force when we work together. We have proved this again and again in times of crisis, and we support each other in our efforts to create and earn a living. We also -discuss- these things, clients who continue to attempt to pit us against each other, suggest they can find better prices not because they want to take their business elsewhere, but because they want us to submit to the demands that are being made of us.
We remember and we talk about it with each other. Please, treat us well and encourage others to do the same. We as artists pour more of ourselves into the smallest bit of work than most would know, we carry with a tradition that borders on holy to some and beyond to many.
It is my Jayus-given right to follow my inspiration, and if you don't inspire me, I'm less likely to create for you. Kindness, compassion, patience, understanding, these things can inspire me. I will still do great work for the brusque and the professional, and still be inspired by them. But rudeness, cruelty, disrespect, none of those things make me want to work with you.
Put plainly: don't do this. Noble or commoner, don't do this. Pay what we're worth, and we are worth the effort and the time. My days as Guildmaster are numbered but if you rouse the ire of enough of us, we are a force when we work together. We have proved this again and again in times of crisis, and we support each other in our efforts to create and earn a living. We also -discuss- these things, clients who continue to attempt to pit us against each other, suggest they can find better prices not because they want to take their business elsewhere, but because they want us to submit to the demands that are being made of us.
We remember and we talk about it with each other. Please, treat us well and encourage others to do the same. We as artists pour more of ourselves into the smallest bit of work than most would know, we carry with a tradition that borders on holy to some and beyond to many.
Written By Kedehern
June 4, 2019, 12:06 p.m.(3/22/1011 AR)
Theoretically, the troubles around Artshall should be behind us, now. Now it's on to find Commander Avariye, and a few other matters. Hopefully things settle down elsewhere as well.
Written By Joscelin
June 4, 2019, 11:20 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
How about the first person that fished out a thing with many tentacles and decided it was food?
In both cases, though, everyone got lucky.
In both cases, though, everyone got lucky.
Written By Sparte
June 4, 2019, 11:06 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
I am not well versed in architecture, but I know there are certain things that are of great importance. One is a keystone. This is the stone that holds together an arch, the wedge at the center that keeps it held aloft in defiance of the natural desire to fall that the stones on either side would have. It is the point upon which the greatest pressure is placed, and so it must be strong enough to withstand the burdens placed upon the stones around it without crumbling.
If we were to hang a single thread from an archway, we would not notice much. Some would even say that is insignificant. But perhaps we add another, and another. Upon each thread we place a weight, some light, some heavy.
More and more that keystone must bear. What becomes of those threads if it ever crumbles?
If we were to hang a single thread from an archway, we would not notice much. Some would even say that is insignificant. But perhaps we add another, and another. Upon each thread we place a weight, some light, some heavy.
More and more that keystone must bear. What becomes of those threads if it ever crumbles?
Written By Leona
June 4, 2019, 10:48 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
Copper fought so hard for choice. For Choice. She fought for the right of humanity to live free. Even when humans made terrible choices that ended in death and war and trouble, she fought for freedom. It was important to her that every choice be made freely, without binding or writ. Because a choice to do good or to do evil matters more when it is a choice freely made, an action freely given. To be forced to offer someone something good is to take away the ability of someone to choose to offer something good, and that takes away a great deal of meaning in the world around us. To suggest otherwise is to sully her memory, and that I will not abide.
Written By Delilah
June 4, 2019, 10:23 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
I hear a great deal upon how we have failed as a nation. How we are arrogant as a people and shut our minds to the information around us. How we have forgotten a great deal of our past, to our own everlasting shame. How we are ignorant, failing to look outside our boundaries for answers, lessons in history, and our place in the world.
I am so very tired of it.
Do you curse the person who hasn't the insights to know the right questions to ask? Of course not. You teach them the context of an issue so they can find the right words.
Would a master artisan shout down a brand-new apprentice for having no idea how to use a chisel? Never. They would be shown the tool, the basic techniques, then refinements to the foundational knowledge as the student learned.
A swordsman doesn't expect a green recruit to match him on the sands, or slay monsters haunting the Gray Forest.
Then why, with the tribulations and trials of our lands, are we castigated for losing books of our history or investigating the wrong theories by those in a position to help us? Our attempts to find our way in the darkness and the mire of history, which is rarely a clear path at the best of times, earn scorn heaped by the imperious voices blessed by the position of good fortune and steep defense of their records.
Rather than reach out to elucidate and clarify, we are accused of being content by not asking for details. Yet we put out our hands and inquire most politely, only to have them slapped away for the audacity to question.
How peculiar a dichotomy.
I challenge the privileged: teach us. You reaped the reward of your forebears' labour or acquired it through hard work of your own and others. Pass on that gift to those around you. Do not expect us to leap to our feet and shout questions when we have neither the words or the awareness to do so, for this is a turbulent stage in history and society both.
What encourages us to look beyond our own borders is so often denied, our boldness used to strike back at us like a student acting out of turn.
Again, the vision of the student and the teacher. A good teacher does not bait a student with obscure terms, and then berate them for lack of understanding. Perhaps they might set out a challenge to stimulate curiosity and arouse interest.
I dare you to give wings to those who would fly in the vast spaces of discovery. Do not launch stones and arrows at those seeking the means for wisdom to carry them aloft.
I am so very tired of it.
Do you curse the person who hasn't the insights to know the right questions to ask? Of course not. You teach them the context of an issue so they can find the right words.
Would a master artisan shout down a brand-new apprentice for having no idea how to use a chisel? Never. They would be shown the tool, the basic techniques, then refinements to the foundational knowledge as the student learned.
A swordsman doesn't expect a green recruit to match him on the sands, or slay monsters haunting the Gray Forest.
Then why, with the tribulations and trials of our lands, are we castigated for losing books of our history or investigating the wrong theories by those in a position to help us? Our attempts to find our way in the darkness and the mire of history, which is rarely a clear path at the best of times, earn scorn heaped by the imperious voices blessed by the position of good fortune and steep defense of their records.
Rather than reach out to elucidate and clarify, we are accused of being content by not asking for details. Yet we put out our hands and inquire most politely, only to have them slapped away for the audacity to question.
How peculiar a dichotomy.
I challenge the privileged: teach us. You reaped the reward of your forebears' labour or acquired it through hard work of your own and others. Pass on that gift to those around you. Do not expect us to leap to our feet and shout questions when we have neither the words or the awareness to do so, for this is a turbulent stage in history and society both.
What encourages us to look beyond our own borders is so often denied, our boldness used to strike back at us like a student acting out of turn.
Again, the vision of the student and the teacher. A good teacher does not bait a student with obscure terms, and then berate them for lack of understanding. Perhaps they might set out a challenge to stimulate curiosity and arouse interest.
I dare you to give wings to those who would fly in the vast spaces of discovery. Do not launch stones and arrows at those seeking the means for wisdom to carry them aloft.
Written By Sparte
June 4, 2019, 9:39 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
You know I drink milk, too. It isn't only an Oathlanders thing.
Written By Lucita
June 4, 2019, 9:30 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
Today I am eating soft foods and drinking soothing teas, not because am ill but because my tongue is sore from biting it so much to avoid rudely interrupting or skeptically questioning some of the comments at an educational session at the Vellichor Academy the night past.
Written By Arcadia
June 4, 2019, 5:19 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ahmar
This morn I asked my brother Lord Corbit Leary to come visit at the Saving Grace hospital. As he was sharing with me all that was known about the ship and the people aboard, Lord Ahmar decided to speak his mind.
He took offense when we disagreed with him and commented that people who were slaves should be referenced as such to not diminish their suffering. That it wasn't just people on board a ship, but a group who had been tortured and injured and subjected to inhumane conditions. He believed that slavers who tortured the souls on the boat should have equal value as those they injured, and that Lord Corbit was wrong to see a distinction between those who are victims and those who chose a life of crime.
He mocked Lord Corbit for not being at the dock as the boat crashed and made light of the work a scholar does, then threatening him with "I can snuff you out as easily as you can read a book." And true to his word, the man pulled his spear from beneath his bed and brandished it with intent to kill.
Lord Ahmar Nightingale planned to kill an unarmed scholar in front of a room full of Mercies and unwell patients, and when he did not get his way he twisted the words said to him to form a flimsy challenge and a lie to discredit my brother to the champions guild to feed his fragile male ego.
Though, I am sure he will tell you all that I lie too.
He took offense when we disagreed with him and commented that people who were slaves should be referenced as such to not diminish their suffering. That it wasn't just people on board a ship, but a group who had been tortured and injured and subjected to inhumane conditions. He believed that slavers who tortured the souls on the boat should have equal value as those they injured, and that Lord Corbit was wrong to see a distinction between those who are victims and those who chose a life of crime.
He mocked Lord Corbit for not being at the dock as the boat crashed and made light of the work a scholar does, then threatening him with "I can snuff you out as easily as you can read a book." And true to his word, the man pulled his spear from beneath his bed and brandished it with intent to kill.
Lord Ahmar Nightingale planned to kill an unarmed scholar in front of a room full of Mercies and unwell patients, and when he did not get his way he twisted the words said to him to form a flimsy challenge and a lie to discredit my brother to the champions guild to feed his fragile male ego.
Though, I am sure he will tell you all that I lie too.
Written By Joscelin
June 4, 2019, 2:01 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
The votes are pouring in and I'm delighted with the Crafters' involvement. It's like herding cats for most things but when I put them to voting, the rise to it like a tidal wave.
Written By Bhandn
June 4, 2019, 1:58 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
I haven't written in a while, which is more how things were, but today was enough of an experience to merit the writing.
So I did it. I asked the question that more than I was wondering, and the result of it - let alone the question that Grayfellow boy asked - made me feel a fool. I thought of it for some but not others, and that guilt keeps spinning around in my head like that game children play with a blindfold, where they try to not fall over while dizzy and blind. How fitting I was wearing a blindfold then, because it only makes me feel all the more sightless /now/.
For fuck's sake I'm tired of this feeling. Everything was simple and straightforward until a year ago.
Nothing is, now, even the simple things. But I promised I'd try. It's becoming very tiring. Was this why she seemed so wan almost every day? I hope not.
So I did it. I asked the question that more than I was wondering, and the result of it - let alone the question that Grayfellow boy asked - made me feel a fool. I thought of it for some but not others, and that guilt keeps spinning around in my head like that game children play with a blindfold, where they try to not fall over while dizzy and blind. How fitting I was wearing a blindfold then, because it only makes me feel all the more sightless /now/.
For fuck's sake I'm tired of this feeling. Everything was simple and straightforward until a year ago.
Nothing is, now, even the simple things. But I promised I'd try. It's becoming very tiring. Was this why she seemed so wan almost every day? I hope not.
Written By Victus
June 4, 2019, 1:40 a.m.(3/21/1011 AR)
At some point in our history there was a person who squeezed a cow and said "yeah, I'll drink whatever that is". Ever since, Oathlanders have celebrated.
Written By Valdemar
June 3, 2019, 11:33 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
Afforded a chance to learn, some of us were blinded by self-righteousness. I wish I could say I was surprised.
Written By Arcadia
June 3, 2019, 11:13 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Emily
I dreamt earlier of treetops. That you and I had become monkeys and had a competition to see who could swing the furthest between branches. We both fell into a pile of leaves a giggling mess.
At the moment I wish I was a giggling money mess leather than a weak invalid being watched over by the fun guards.
At the moment I wish I was a giggling money mess leather than a weak invalid being watched over by the fun guards.
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