Written By Jael
May 25, 2019, 7:02 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Don't be so hard on yourself, Uncle.
Written By Evaristo
May 25, 2019, 6:15 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Lady Jennyva called me 'wise' today. That was a first!
Glad to see her back in Arx - we met at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings, like that first time we met. So much to talk about.
Glad to see her back in Arx - we met at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings, like that first time we met. So much to talk about.
Written By Elisha
May 25, 2019, 6:15 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Dust attracts dust.
A cocoon of spun gold
Holds the slow barge of the moon.
The cold of hoarfrosted echoes.
Haze attracts haze.
At either end of the river's edge
The silence is terminated.
A spell calls forth favorable winds.
Leaf attracts leaf.
The bitterchew gentles my soul
Like a pack of dogs gentle a newborn fawn.
Every wound is also an eye.
(scribbled in a fainter, less-steady hand:) Begged a fat pouch from a skinny man and now can't find a seller. Not in the alley, not in the knock or the park or the scent. Rich for once and no one to take my coin, mildewed canvas tarpaulins remind me of cloaks and flap like the shadow of the mirrormask Falak'a'sib, Eye of the Prophet who opens like a lily a fist a leaf
A cocoon of spun gold
Holds the slow barge of the moon.
The cold of hoarfrosted echoes.
Haze attracts haze.
At either end of the river's edge
The silence is terminated.
A spell calls forth favorable winds.
Leaf attracts leaf.
The bitterchew gentles my soul
Like a pack of dogs gentle a newborn fawn.
Every wound is also an eye.
(scribbled in a fainter, less-steady hand:) Begged a fat pouch from a skinny man and now can't find a seller. Not in the alley, not in the knock or the park or the scent. Rich for once and no one to take my coin, mildewed canvas tarpaulins remind me of cloaks and flap like the shadow of the mirrormask Falak'a'sib, Eye of the Prophet who opens like a lily a fist a leaf
Written By Brianna
May 25, 2019, 5:05 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
My heart is a dead, shriveled thing.
My heart grew legs and is walking about somewhere far away.
My heart is fine.
My heart grew legs and is walking about somewhere far away.
My heart is fine.
Written By Shae
May 25, 2019, 2:45 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
I don't say this enough, and I should say it more, I am so thankful for my family and friends. And feel very blessed to have them in my life, good or bad times, each one of them is a blessing.
Written By Shae
May 25, 2019, 12:12 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Father, do not let Lord Braden's lack of respect for others, eat away at you. You are a good and just man, and you should not feel agony over having seen potential and wanting to foster it. Not all things turn out as we hoped for.
Lord Braden's actions are his own, and those that see that, know that it is not due to anyone but himself.
Instead, focus on the the things that you can do something about. For, none of us can change Lord Braden, but Lord Braden, himself.
Lord Braden's actions are his own, and those that see that, know that it is not due to anyone but himself.
Instead, focus on the the things that you can do something about. For, none of us can change Lord Braden, but Lord Braden, himself.
Written By Kedehern
May 25, 2019, 12:04 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
The trip to Beesborough is finished and done. I still don't know where you get a damned donkey that large.
Written By Cambria
May 25, 2019, 12:03 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Speaking of recently arrived individuals, I was pleased to discover that Dianara Whisper is now residing here in the capital as well. I simply cannot wait to see her again, and catch up.
Written By Kedehern
May 25, 2019, 12:03 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I can assure you, Madam Whisper, that the Duke does indeed provide a generous stipend for his family, as you surmised. Any so-called poverty on the part of one of the Laurents is entirely their own making.
Written By Cambria
May 25, 2019, 11:57 a.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Antea has arrived in Arx. It always pleases me when any member of my House makes the long journey to the capital, but it has been quite some time since she and I communicated in any way other than letters.
Written By Wren
May 25, 2019, 10:44 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Twenty bolts of umbra cloth, more fathomless than the darkest night. Two ingots of star iron, as splendid as their namesake, those celestial figures above us. Two nuggets of stygian, matte and cool to the touch. Many favors owed, acquired, and owed again. And of course, silver, plenty of silver has danced its way betwixt my fingers, and into purses that are my own, my lord patron's, and the House I am sheltered beneath.
I feel as if I am the luckiest woman alive sometimes, but I know it can't all be given over to luck, plenty of it is me and those I have the honor and joy to work alongside. And my work is far from over.
I feel as if I am the luckiest woman alive sometimes, but I know it can't all be given over to luck, plenty of it is me and those I have the honor and joy to work alongside. And my work is far from over.
Written By Amari
May 25, 2019, 9:33 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
A stain can be removed, or at the very least whitened in the sun or scrubbed to the point it fades, leaving a mark that gives character and reminds you to be more cautious. That its presence causes discomfort long after is only right.
Thankfully, you haven't casually taken your honor, wadded it into a ball and thrown it into a mud puddle to begin stomping on it in earnest. You further didn't take your crumpled up honor from that fetid water and proudly wear it around dripping muck until it dried into a crusty brown and stinking mantle. Then after, you didn't douse it with strong spirits and light it on fire because you were upset about someone pointing out that you were wearing horrid crusty muck and had no right to judge the honor of anyone else.
You certainly didn't then petulantly roll in the ashes afterwards.
Thankfully, you haven't casually taken your honor, wadded it into a ball and thrown it into a mud puddle to begin stomping on it in earnest. You further didn't take your crumpled up honor from that fetid water and proudly wear it around dripping muck until it dried into a crusty brown and stinking mantle. Then after, you didn't douse it with strong spirits and light it on fire because you were upset about someone pointing out that you were wearing horrid crusty muck and had no right to judge the honor of anyone else.
You certainly didn't then petulantly roll in the ashes afterwards.
Written By Edward
May 25, 2019, 8:58 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
An idea struck me, but it had disappeared before I had a chance to hit back.
Which is fine. Just means it is time to turn some cold hard silver into warm liquid rum.
Which is fine. Just means it is time to turn some cold hard silver into warm liquid rum.
Written By Preston
May 25, 2019, 8:08 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
If I might humbly suggest that seeing good in another is not necessarily a bad thing, Baron Norwood. We must always have hope. Perhaps the error was seeing Knighthood as part of a path that rewards promise, rather than something given for promise proven into reality? Promise is enough to start the journey, to begin to squire, but until they have proven their understanding of the laws of Limerance and of Gloria, what does a knighthood mean? Simply words and title with no substance.
But none of us are finished works - if you feel you made an error, then that is a learning experience. And I tend to find only those men who feel no sorrow at a loss of honour, who see nothing wrong in their actions that caused it or who care nothing for it, are the ones who cannot ever redeem their honour. If you are sad, if you feel a loss, then there is hope to regain it.
But none of us are finished works - if you feel you made an error, then that is a learning experience. And I tend to find only those men who feel no sorrow at a loss of honour, who see nothing wrong in their actions that caused it or who care nothing for it, are the ones who cannot ever redeem their honour. If you are sad, if you feel a loss, then there is hope to regain it.
Written By Amantha
May 25, 2019, 6:18 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
A few of the prisoners had frostbites, no severe cases that warm water couldn't solve but painful for them nevertheless. Remember to stay warm in these cold times.
Written By Arcadia
May 25, 2019, 6:07 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
I promise I won't really burn books.
It is a good threat to get Fairen to leave the library though!
It is a good threat to get Fairen to leave the library though!
Written By Rook
May 25, 2019, 5:10 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Braden
Which notice on the noticeboard where challenges are issued am I pay attention to, Nobleman.
The one where you say whatever and throw a gauntlet down or the one where you meekly ask for forgiveness?
The one where you say whatever and throw a gauntlet down or the one where you meekly ask for forgiveness?
Written By Rook
May 25, 2019, 4:57 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Another trip across our great market and the flow of people even during this weather shows how important trade is to the City and the Compact.
Written By Raimon
May 25, 2019, 4:52 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
On the third event of House Thrax's Winter event I have emerged victorious. It was no easy victory and I had to risk great harm to myself for that victory lest Lady Sanya would defeat me. It was invigorating. I do not think that anyone gave poor showing.
Written By Ishmael
May 25, 2019, 4:49 a.m.(3/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
It is the sense of Humor really. On the one hand I can appreciate serving someone of such a sunny disposition. On the other hand I am never quite sure when she is serious or not...
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