Written By Danvir
April 24, 2019, 1:25 p.m.(12/24/1010 AR)
I may not have won the best beard competition but I think I had a good showing. I think I need to let it grow longer so that I can tuck it in my belt.
Written By Quintin
April 24, 2019, 12:07 p.m.(12/24/1010 AR)
It's chilly in Arx, here on the cusp of winter. My cousins Olivia and Rhiannon have welcomed me and I've a room of my own now at Ashford House. I'll need to have a poke around the city and see about visiting the Society of Explorers. This is me, not neglecting my duties.
Written By Reigna
April 24, 2019, 10:07 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
His gift came, unexpected, surprising. I admit, for as much as I admired him, I did not think to be remembered in such a way. I have to keep reminding myself that he has gone home. That he is safe and warm and making the Queen laugh. My grief is my own.
I spent some time studying the stars. And I think I saw a glimmer of his smile within their shine.
I spent some time studying the stars. And I think I saw a glimmer of his smile within their shine.
Written By Delilah
April 24, 2019, 8:58 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
Be aware,
Be awareness.
Be aware of deception.
Be wary of assumptions.
Be aware of mysteries.
Be aware of life.
Dream.
Be awareness.
Be aware of deception.
Be wary of assumptions.
Be aware of mysteries.
Be aware of life.
Dream.
Written By Selene
April 24, 2019, 8:57 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
I do not hold with those who wish to disparage the dreamers and the idealists of the world.
Written By Arcadia
April 24, 2019, 4:47 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
Last night I attempted to climb a mountain.
With no shoes.
There was blood.
I am not sure if drinking with Northerners is a terrible idea or my best one yet.
With no shoes.
There was blood.
I am not sure if drinking with Northerners is a terrible idea or my best one yet.
Written By Maja
April 24, 2019, 2:04 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Braith
M'lady Braith Sanna.
The loveliest bard I know! We are bonded by our curls, sealed with whiskey.
The loveliest bard I know! We are bonded by our curls, sealed with whiskey.
Written By Athaur
April 23, 2019, 11:20 p.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
I have the best beard. As if there was any doubt.
Written By Magnus
April 23, 2019, 10:05 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
Today I've learnt bones are still fashionable.
Written By Arman
April 23, 2019, 9:07 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
My father was a discerning man and a wise teacher. In my youth I loathed his lessons and at times I loathed him as a man. Not because the lessons did not hold extreme worth, but more so because they often resulted in a wound of some sort, be it physical or emotional. I believed he thought I was a fool, and sometimes I behaved as such to his dismay. A side of who I was that my children will never come to know, but I bear the scars of even that foolishness with pride. The collection of mistakes I have made in my lifetime resulted in the product of who I am today and while my children may never truly understand who I am, I hope that they may be able to parse through the shadows of their own mixed memories of they're childhoods and see... why I am.
I suppose age leads to a broad scope of reminiscent possibility and I put quill to page in hopes of capturing pieces of memory. Both for myself and my children and perhaps someday my grandchildren. So on and so forth. As the years go by, I have a better understanding of both my father's lessons and who Calvino Velenosa was and through that clarity I can now acknowledge portions of my decisions in this life that I have rejected. I understand why he did not intervene and prevent consequence when I made mistakes. I understand why he kept a sea of distance between us even when we stood side by side. I suppose that is a singular boon of mortal decay. With each year that passes and life slips through our fingertips we have a broader collection of experience to look back on. We see through a lens of retrospect. We reminisce. We dissect. We remember.
It wasn't until the last decade that I thought much of how I am to be remembered. It has never held value to me. Now, in the late night hours of the evening I wonder on it. There has only ever been one who might have held the memory of who I truly am in high regard, but she has long since passed on. With the more recent transition of dogma surrounding death it has left me conflicted. I had once dreamed of joining her in Elysia. Now I worry she will not be there waiting for me, nor even in the Shining Lands. That perhaps she has already moved on to another life? That she has been deemed worthy of another turn on the Wheel. She deserves such a chance. She bore the scars of my mistakes as well, always with head held high.
I suppose age leads to a broad scope of reminiscent possibility and I put quill to page in hopes of capturing pieces of memory. Both for myself and my children and perhaps someday my grandchildren. So on and so forth. As the years go by, I have a better understanding of both my father's lessons and who Calvino Velenosa was and through that clarity I can now acknowledge portions of my decisions in this life that I have rejected. I understand why he did not intervene and prevent consequence when I made mistakes. I understand why he kept a sea of distance between us even when we stood side by side. I suppose that is a singular boon of mortal decay. With each year that passes and life slips through our fingertips we have a broader collection of experience to look back on. We see through a lens of retrospect. We reminisce. We dissect. We remember.
It wasn't until the last decade that I thought much of how I am to be remembered. It has never held value to me. Now, in the late night hours of the evening I wonder on it. There has only ever been one who might have held the memory of who I truly am in high regard, but she has long since passed on. With the more recent transition of dogma surrounding death it has left me conflicted. I had once dreamed of joining her in Elysia. Now I worry she will not be there waiting for me, nor even in the Shining Lands. That perhaps she has already moved on to another life? That she has been deemed worthy of another turn on the Wheel. She deserves such a chance. She bore the scars of my mistakes as well, always with head held high.
Written By Vincenzo
April 23, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
Recently a loud-penned godsworn was murdered in an alley within the upper boroughs by the Great Archive, a large smile carved on his chest. I suppose in life most things aren't what they seem. I wonder if the Iron Guard will be increasing their patrols or one of the knightly orders picking up to guard the godsworn. Maybe even just normal people? That might increase a demand in cloaks to block the cold chill on patrols.
I suppose with his fingers cut off, he can't point them at others anymore so that's a good lesson for me whenever I might want to loudly judge someone else.
You'll ultimately be a victim or a victor on the decisions in life, fate is a fairytale for the weak to hide behind and try avoiding repercussions.
I suppose with his fingers cut off, he can't point them at others anymore so that's a good lesson for me whenever I might want to loudly judge someone else.
You'll ultimately be a victim or a victor on the decisions in life, fate is a fairytale for the weak to hide behind and try avoiding repercussions.
Written By Aleksei
April 23, 2019, 7:31 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
I still don't know what to say. What to write. Fitz doesn't even understand why I'm so fucking sad. Just keeps telling me you'll be back soon. Complains about humans being slow about it.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
Written By Dustin
April 23, 2019, 6:38 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
I have never written to an audience, not even a letter. Usually my notes are lost in the dark, written on the stone wall of some abandoned tunnel to be seen by no one.
I arrived at Arx after a long boat ride across the sea. I will not complain because you cant expect much from a free ride but there was a moment where I thought I wasn't going to make it alive.
The city is everything I expected and worse. There are hundreds of people and it smells. It smells bad. Back at the colony everything smelled the same, clean and anything in the contrary could have ment you die. It will take some used to and I left my mask back home.
I arrived at Arx after a long boat ride across the sea. I will not complain because you cant expect much from a free ride but there was a moment where I thought I wasn't going to make it alive.
The city is everything I expected and worse. There are hundreds of people and it smells. It smells bad. Back at the colony everything smelled the same, clean and anything in the contrary could have ment you die. It will take some used to and I left my mask back home.
Written By Mirari
April 23, 2019, 3:23 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
In a few days I sail for Setarco, to see if I can buy some seasion fruits in person from the vendors... and I'll be honest, this is just an excuse to walk the beaches of my own and find some comfort on the shores that I grew up on.
Written By Mirari
April 23, 2019, 3:21 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
To Scholar Grimkin:
Get better soon!
Get better soon!
Written By Gianna
April 23, 2019, 1:40 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
I'll count the new branch of the Bard's College at Cascade Springs as a success! When Lord Arik approached me with the idea, the College was still a very new organization. His faith in us has proven well-founded. The Northlands have long had a very high representation among bards historically, after all. I thank him for the opportunity.
Written By Fairen
April 23, 2019, 1:25 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
With the new restrictions on all research and theoretical treatises to only the top twelve oldest and most experienced active members in the Society of Explorers, I've resigned my membership and surrendered all benefits of the Society in protest.
I can not conscionably support an organization that withholds information and that may indeed save a life from the most vulnerable among us -- brand new bright-eyed and bushy-tailed adventurers full of hope and enthusiasm.
As a Scholar, I understand it's a duty literally God-given to us to protect such knowledge, but that does not equate to deliberately gatekeeping it from those who would enormously benefit from having the slight leg up being peripherally involved with the Society once afforded.
...I understand this may well be a rather unpopular opinion and stance to take, but...well, that wouldn't be a particularly novel phenomenon for me, I think I'll survive.
I can not conscionably support an organization that withholds information and that may indeed save a life from the most vulnerable among us -- brand new bright-eyed and bushy-tailed adventurers full of hope and enthusiasm.
As a Scholar, I understand it's a duty literally God-given to us to protect such knowledge, but that does not equate to deliberately gatekeeping it from those who would enormously benefit from having the slight leg up being peripherally involved with the Society once afforded.
...I understand this may well be a rather unpopular opinion and stance to take, but...well, that wouldn't be a particularly novel phenomenon for me, I think I'll survive.
Written By Faye
April 23, 2019, 1:24 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
A strange sword has come into my possession. It feels both sad and dear, but having it also seems to ease my heartache. Apparently his will mentioned that this was his favorite sword to swing, but that I'd never know why until I mastered it.
So it seems like the sword and I have been in a weird conversation (not literally... let me specify that), whether I want to learn its fit in my hand or if I'll just hang the beautiful blade over my mantle and think of him when I look at its graceful curve. I wore it out last night to see if I liked the weight of it at my hip. In my younger days I practiced with a sword, but in the intervening years I've forgotten every bit of skill I had with one. I mean, other than the obvious "stick them with the pointy end," or, should I say, whack them with the sharp side? I'm sure I'll need a very skilled teacher if I'm going to relearn it.
So it seems like the sword and I have been in a weird conversation (not literally... let me specify that), whether I want to learn its fit in my hand or if I'll just hang the beautiful blade over my mantle and think of him when I look at its graceful curve. I wore it out last night to see if I liked the weight of it at my hip. In my younger days I practiced with a sword, but in the intervening years I've forgotten every bit of skill I had with one. I mean, other than the obvious "stick them with the pointy end," or, should I say, whack them with the sharp side? I'm sure I'll need a very skilled teacher if I'm going to relearn it.
Written By Willow
April 23, 2019, 4:45 a.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
I think I have found my life's purpose, or at least, the purpose of this portion of my life.
Written By Valenzo
April 23, 2019, 2:19 a.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
...Right, well...it sounded kinder than "almost-certainly inevitable doom," love.
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