Written By Gabriella
June 3, 2019, 11:04 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
It's oddly fulfilling, going out among the people and offering to solve their problems. It's like a game. I never know what I'll be aksed to do, what my investigations wwill uncover, or who I might meet. All sorts of exciting possibilities. And I like helping people... I'm not a diplomat or great beauty like my cousins, nor a genius like my brother. But I have my place here, in Arx. I'll do my part.
Written By Emrys
June 3, 2019, 6:59 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Dianara
There's a certain satisfaction, as a teacher, to know one's lesson is remembered, even with the passing of time. Another is to find, after so many years, that one's prediction about a student's potential was found to be correct.
Written By Wren
June 3, 2019, 3:28 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
I have a profound appreciation for the various mercers I've had the honor of working alongside over the years. My father is the first and foremost one that comes immediately to my mind. He has traveled the length and breadth of Arvum first out of a desire to continue the hard work his family has put into their vocation and second out of love for my mother. When he was still traveling, he would bring her the most beautiful Setarcan silks dyed in vibrant shades that had yet to reach the market of Arx when they were courting. Knowing my mother, she would no doubt make pretenses while examining the fabric, feeling its weight and silkiness between her fingers as she eyed the dye work. And knowing my father, he would persist there waiting for those countless moments to pass all for her nod of approval, that little curve of her mouth when she is positively satisfied by something.
My mother is a hard woman, clever and as sharp as her shears and needles, so it is natural that most don't see the tenderness to her. She has kept a single swatch from every length of cloth my father has laid across her sewing bench over their years together. The very first one is a discolored thing now, once a vibrant blue like midnight it has faded into something softer like a memory. From time to time I would discover her sitting at her bench while we were thought to be fast asleep, that ashwood box open and those squares brought out for her to admire, each one an act of love.
There is little uncertainty that added amongst those samples will be a neat square of this seatouched wool that has the market all in a whirl. There are few things I love more than rumors of something new, something borne of the collective dream of others. It is about time I had a brand-new cloak fashioned for myself.
My mother is a hard woman, clever and as sharp as her shears and needles, so it is natural that most don't see the tenderness to her. She has kept a single swatch from every length of cloth my father has laid across her sewing bench over their years together. The very first one is a discolored thing now, once a vibrant blue like midnight it has faded into something softer like a memory. From time to time I would discover her sitting at her bench while we were thought to be fast asleep, that ashwood box open and those squares brought out for her to admire, each one an act of love.
There is little uncertainty that added amongst those samples will be a neat square of this seatouched wool that has the market all in a whirl. There are few things I love more than rumors of something new, something borne of the collective dream of others. It is about time I had a brand-new cloak fashioned for myself.
Written By Miranda
June 3, 2019, 2:20 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Dariel
Snoogle-woogums! You have returned safely from Pridehall!!!
I can't wait to hear all about your time on the stage!
I've missed our time together.
No more missive-tag! Let's do coffee!
I can't wait to hear all about your time on the stage!
I've missed our time together.
No more missive-tag! Let's do coffee!
Written By Vincenzo
June 3, 2019, 1:16 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
While winter can be bleak, cold and downright miserable, I've been thinking perhaps it should be looked at as the gods preparing a canvas and setting down that crucial foundation layer. I'm looking forward to the first tell of new life with spring's colors as buds and leaf burst out like splatters of bejeweled paint touching that canvas. With that new life no doubt there will be fresh bold ideas like fledgling birds stretching their wings and testing if they're strong enough to fly.
I thank Lagoma on this First Bloom as her touch can be seen on the canvas, bringing to a dark world the color and sound of life.
I thank Petrichor on the oncoming Farmer's Rest, and will be looking forward to the hunts planned.
And I thank the Prince of Stories, that through this constant creation we're able to share such amazing things.
I thank Lagoma on this First Bloom as her touch can be seen on the canvas, bringing to a dark world the color and sound of life.
I thank Petrichor on the oncoming Farmer's Rest, and will be looking forward to the hunts planned.
And I thank the Prince of Stories, that through this constant creation we're able to share such amazing things.
Written By Joscelin
June 3, 2019, 11:15 a.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Breckendale Vale has proved to be a complicated situation, with satisfying work and a foothold put in however, it will be seen through. I have campaigning to do now, finding supplies on an ongoing basis in exchange for favors and goods, but I've also noted a few things about the people coming to help build: design and art in wearable items and wares brought, things that tingle at the edges of my mind. Inspiration, definitely, but not just for me, for the city to share in.
I've spoken to a few of these transplanted craftsmen, some of the things they make are unique in aesthetics but practical in function, belts that hang low and split across the hip for more support and accentuated curves, a cut to certain fabric that makes it hang without wrinkling, an alloy of certain metals that lend it qualities desirable in both ornament and blade. Trading knowledge is a beneficial negotiation for all parties. I mean to visit as often as possible, to share what we can and continue our work; we've a long way to go yet but I am intensely hopeful for the future.
I've spoken to a few of these transplanted craftsmen, some of the things they make are unique in aesthetics but practical in function, belts that hang low and split across the hip for more support and accentuated curves, a cut to certain fabric that makes it hang without wrinkling, an alloy of certain metals that lend it qualities desirable in both ornament and blade. Trading knowledge is a beneficial negotiation for all parties. I mean to visit as often as possible, to share what we can and continue our work; we've a long way to go yet but I am intensely hopeful for the future.
Written By Joscelin
June 3, 2019, 10:56 a.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ajax
I have no idea what I'll do, either, or how much different it would be. I still want to know the worries of them in the Guild, top to bottom, work out problems, talk to people. But I also want to put out the work my soul has been burdened with, heavy inspiration comes without work, I am weighed down with ideas that must. Come. Out.
I have two beautiful children to raise, one who has decided to skip the walking phase and go straight to running, and the other that continues to demonstrate his love of heights and his absolute disregard for the dangers of the world. They require more of my sanity than I have, and trying to split that with them and some thirty thousand others isn't just difficult. It's uncomfortable.
So i will be 'retired' from my position as Guildmaster, but not much else. I will still be Joscelin, mother, jeweler, artist, Crafter, no less devoted to my peers than before. More devoted, maybe, in that I want to see them put in hands that will take care of them properly, take them places I can't, guide them further into flourishing greatness.
I have two beautiful children to raise, one who has decided to skip the walking phase and go straight to running, and the other that continues to demonstrate his love of heights and his absolute disregard for the dangers of the world. They require more of my sanity than I have, and trying to split that with them and some thirty thousand others isn't just difficult. It's uncomfortable.
So i will be 'retired' from my position as Guildmaster, but not much else. I will still be Joscelin, mother, jeweler, artist, Crafter, no less devoted to my peers than before. More devoted, maybe, in that I want to see them put in hands that will take care of them properly, take them places I can't, guide them further into flourishing greatness.
Written By Sparte
June 3, 2019, 8:21 a.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Sometimes the results of research are discouraging. I hope to find something useful to the safety of the present, but I only learn the sins of the past in greater detail. With too few hints of how to prevent them occurring again.
Yet once in a while we gain something more, something meaningful. This was not one of those times, yet, I will try again. Thank you to those who assisted me on my recent research.
Yet once in a while we gain something more, something meaningful. This was not one of those times, yet, I will try again. Thank you to those who assisted me on my recent research.
Written By Thena
June 3, 2019, 7:21 a.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
It’s always interesting, in times of trouble, to see who stays and who runs away.
Written By Ajax
June 2, 2019, 11:58 p.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vernan
This man right here? It was a fun time meeting you. I wonder what you'll end up doing?
Written By Eddard
June 2, 2019, 11:48 p.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
I am home. Baron Norwood can sigh a breath of relief at not needing to figure out the difference between a frockcoat and a waistcoat. For now.
Written By Eddard
June 2, 2019, 11:48 p.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mason
It has been a pleasure to get to know you over the course of the last few weeks. You are an interesting Prince with a lot of experience to pluck at. When plucked, beautiful stories play out.
Written By Eddard
June 2, 2019, 11:45 p.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
It is not often that one gets to play junior expeditionary member to somewhere like I went to. It was extremely overwhelming and incredible. Awe-inspiring. I haven't stopped writing since I've gotten back and there may be a book sitting in Gilded Page about the place. Soon. Wait awhile, you avid biblophiles.
Written By Evonleigh
June 2, 2019, 11:42 p.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
I've ordered the play programs. The time is close at hand. I have a hundredfold the nervousness that I have ever had as a performer for this play I've created, from concept to stage. I cannot wait for opening night, and yet I dread it at the same time. I feel as if I'm always holding my breath, and that I will not release it fully until the curtain falls on the closing night, and the last audience member has left the theater.
If I forget something between now and then, just know my head is not here and my thoughts are a hundred places at once.
If I forget something between now and then, just know my head is not here and my thoughts are a hundred places at once.
Written By Felicia
June 2, 2019, 11:40 p.m.(3/19/1011 AR)
Always new things to learn and do. Blessed Lagoma but we do live interesting times.
Written By Bliss
June 2, 2019, 11:36 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
Attentions are drawn ever outward - it is not just the issues of the Great Road, even those remaining, but the world beyond. Knowing what lies in any direction we choose, and the step beyond, and wondering what all of that will mean for us. There is so much out there that it's easy to forget what's right next to us. This city is not understood by any means. This city is not free of problems by any means. Some time taken to address those will make all of us far more capable moving forward.
Written By Bliss
June 2, 2019, 11:27 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
I find that of all things there are in the world, nothing makes me feel more powerless than when faced with the prospect of disease. Of seeing a human being withering away in front of me and being helpless to do anything except provide comfort. I could not do what Juniper has done. I could not do what the physicians of this city do. Such work is entirely beyond me.
Written By Josephine
June 2, 2019, 11:07 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
I enjoy the conversations by guests in my forge. Or the challenge of an unorthodox gift.
I hope the poor man doesn't get murdered. It would be a shame. But death by wife's hand wouldn't be the first time a man went to the Queen's embrace.
I hope the poor man doesn't get murdered. It would be a shame. But death by wife's hand wouldn't be the first time a man went to the Queen's embrace.
Written By Galen
June 2, 2019, 10:45 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
Book,
So I have been training again, primarily late at night. There has been so much to do that once I have finished work I have little time for others as previously mentioned in a writing, so I wait until everyone is asleep and then I slip off to Navegant's training grounds for some much needed practice. So far, Count Turo has not seemed to mind the noise, or he is being courteous and pretending he doesn't hear me clanging around.
So I have been training again, primarily late at night. There has been so much to do that once I have finished work I have little time for others as previously mentioned in a writing, so I wait until everyone is asleep and then I slip off to Navegant's training grounds for some much needed practice. So far, Count Turo has not seemed to mind the noise, or he is being courteous and pretending he doesn't hear me clanging around.
Written By Harper
June 2, 2019, 10:44 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
Was nice meeting Prince Galen, even if he did rattle off more titles in one sentence than I ever wanted to hear in my entire life. I think my ears are still bleeding.
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