Written By Rook
April 18, 2019, 10:39 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Draven
Upon my shop visits, checking up on their market conditions and how fare their payments. I made my way through the market to find myself beckoned across by an overworked broker to share with me their horror.
Young Draven Bruvier. The poor broker is seemingly beside themselves already trying to locate a potential source of the fireweave for you at such a discount, and in that quantity. An almost insulting 35% off versus the base cost. Do ease the broker's burden.
Young Draven Bruvier. The poor broker is seemingly beside themselves already trying to locate a potential source of the fireweave for you at such a discount, and in that quantity. An almost insulting 35% off versus the base cost. Do ease the broker's burden.
Written By Reigna
April 18, 2019, 8:49 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
Is there someone in Arx who might be interested in helping me become a poet? I put words together in a fashion that I think should be pleasing or meaningful and yet the results are... well. Distressingly bad.
I will say that I have enjoyed the offerings from those that have been displayed in some of the whites lately. I particularly enjoyed Dame Leta Broadbent's prose from the perspective of her cat.
Would that I had that facility of rhyme and substance.
I will say that I have enjoyed the offerings from those that have been displayed in some of the whites lately. I particularly enjoyed Dame Leta Broadbent's prose from the perspective of her cat.
Would that I had that facility of rhyme and substance.
Written By Percephon
April 18, 2019, 7:49 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
I've returned to the city proper, just in thyme.
Rosemary earlier than usual and cleared off my work-table, organized my space and my thoughts. I mint to send missives to anyone important -- anyone that was dear to me -- but the surprise was worth it. Seems that it was a pretty big dill.
At least to Khanne, and that's parsley for the course...
Rosemary earlier than usual and cleared off my work-table, organized my space and my thoughts. I mint to send missives to anyone important -- anyone that was dear to me -- but the surprise was worth it. Seems that it was a pretty big dill.
At least to Khanne, and that's parsley for the course...
Written By Silas
April 18, 2019, 6:47 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
My son has discovered puddles.
Written By Bliss
April 18, 2019, 3:59 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
In Flopsy news, I am nearly at my wit's end in trying to figure out how to make this rabbit like me. It does not seem like he likes carrots. Rather, he is fond of the most expensive flowers in the gardens, he prefers to ruin umbra gowns as opposed to aeterna (I think it's because the fabric is so dark that it's harder for us to notice the holes until it's too late - and they are inevitably in spots that would horrify an Oathlanders and delight a Lycene), and I gave him a scrap of neodymium brocade leftover from an outfit I had made.
He didn't care about it.
I think it's because he knew I didn't care about it.
But sometimes - only sometimes - I think I see less blood chilling hatred behind those adorable eyes. Less murderous intent in the muscles underneath that impossibly soft fur. Less listening for any sign of weakness in those huge ears.
And then, inevitably, I wake up and find I have a mess to clean up.
He didn't care about it.
I think it's because he knew I didn't care about it.
But sometimes - only sometimes - I think I see less blood chilling hatred behind those adorable eyes. Less murderous intent in the muscles underneath that impossibly soft fur. Less listening for any sign of weakness in those huge ears.
And then, inevitably, I wake up and find I have a mess to clean up.
Written By Bliss
April 18, 2019, 3:47 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
Magnificence awaits. Months of planning are now in motion, and now we get ourselves ready. I anticipate hiccups - nothing ever goes as smoothly to plan as we want it to - but in addressing those, we will learn even more and grow, adapt, and change.
Whisper House continues to astonish me with what we can do.
Whisper House continues to astonish me with what we can do.
Written By Arcadia
April 18, 2019, 2:55 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
Do you ever have moments in life where everything just stops and comes into clear clarity? That the breath is knocked from your lungs and you just know that this is what you want, with every fiber and being for the rest of your life?
I had one of those tonight. Now to learn how to make it mine.
Also, I can't believe you ratted me out Lord Crovane, luckily I enjoyed the poetry. Especially the love poem by the man before yours. To love someone with all your soul is truly a gift from the gods.
I had one of those tonight. Now to learn how to make it mine.
Also, I can't believe you ratted me out Lord Crovane, luckily I enjoyed the poetry. Especially the love poem by the man before yours. To love someone with all your soul is truly a gift from the gods.
Written By Jeffeth
April 17, 2019, 9:59 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
I, Jeffeth Bayweather, Knight Commander of the Solace issue a standing invitation to any in the city to write to me on questions they may have about anything. If I have knowledge on a subject, I will share it with you. Of course I will not betray anyone's confidence nor will I endanger anyone or just you know.. Make anybody sad. But if I can share something. I will. You need only reach out. Even if it's about me and it makes me uncomfortable. I'll answer. I already have been asked about birthmarks, so everything will probably be easy.
Written By Dante
April 17, 2019, 9:28 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
See, this is why I prefer a sword.
That was not an invitation for you to take on a sword. You're quite fine just the way you are.
That was not an invitation for you to take on a sword. You're quite fine just the way you are.
Written By Mirella
April 17, 2019, 8:21 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
An untimely turn of events. Unfortunate.
Written By Ajax
April 17, 2019, 8:08 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
That whole instance was a lot of no. Followed by no, no, no, no. If it's hostile or a demon carpet rug thing that spews out of a man. You kill it.
Written By Ajax
April 17, 2019, 8:05 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Well you lived life on the edge, and didn't seem to give a fuck. Sins always catch up to the man, no matter how far you go and what you do. It's always a delicate balance that deserved more respect that you clearly gave it.
Still. At least it wasn't a bear.
Still. At least it wasn't a bear.
Written By Jaenelle
April 17, 2019, 8:03 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
When I first came to Arx, you gave me a necklace, one in which I still wear so many years afterwards. As a sailor, you said the stars will always guide you in the direction home, they were the one constant when there was no other light around. Years pass, people change and drift so far apart that they are no longer the same, and then too much time has passed to make sense of what was. Friendships end. You were always troubled, but I hope that you will find your stars once more.
Written By Rysen
April 17, 2019, 6:40 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
I find great joy in the depth of feeling and thought I experience at Princess Helena's poetry readings. The poems were fantastic, and I heard from many new voices, each with their own style, concerns and truths. I really appreciate all those who come out to be a part of community as well. I was happy - and perhaps a little nervous - to see Lady Arcadia present, who braved the close proximity of so many scholarly tomes to hear us, and Lady Azolla Nightgold, one of the latest singers to join the Nightingale's college, and one whom I believe will one day become famous through all of Arx for the potency and beauty of her voice. I only hope she allows me to continue to write songs for her, as Prince Niklas writes for Gianna, so that the Bard's College can boast the voices of both the Nightingale and the Northern Lark of Stonedeep.
I was surprised to see the adventurer Lady Mikani Redreef in the Academy as well, and thought she might have snuck some rotten fruit into the hall to pelt me with if my poetry did not live up to her standards. Luckily, she brought rum instead. In all it was a wonderful evening - even though Lady Monique threatened me with violence for refusing to admit that her poetry was awful. She clearly doesn't know how stubborn I am. If she wants to write bad poetry, stick with boring cliches: roses are red and all that. It's not my fault her poem brought to mind the high wisdom of the Metallics, the fleeting quality of life, and the interesting juxtaposition of life's brevity with longevity of the written word.
I was surprised to see the adventurer Lady Mikani Redreef in the Academy as well, and thought she might have snuck some rotten fruit into the hall to pelt me with if my poetry did not live up to her standards. Luckily, she brought rum instead. In all it was a wonderful evening - even though Lady Monique threatened me with violence for refusing to admit that her poetry was awful. She clearly doesn't know how stubborn I am. If she wants to write bad poetry, stick with boring cliches: roses are red and all that. It's not my fault her poem brought to mind the high wisdom of the Metallics, the fleeting quality of life, and the interesting juxtaposition of life's brevity with longevity of the written word.
Written By Valenzo
April 17, 2019, 5:22 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
You were a...complicated man.
At your worst, you deserved this; I don't believe anyone I know thought very highly of you, to put it mildly -- and good Gods man, you were adrift at sea and drowning fast, and you almost seemed to prefer it that way. This was somewhat inevitable.
Still, you were always kind to me, and tried to help me get a leg up in your self-serving way, and I'll remember it.
I'll pour out a little grog on the docks for you, Admiral.
At your worst, you deserved this; I don't believe anyone I know thought very highly of you, to put it mildly -- and good Gods man, you were adrift at sea and drowning fast, and you almost seemed to prefer it that way. This was somewhat inevitable.
Still, you were always kind to me, and tried to help me get a leg up in your self-serving way, and I'll remember it.
I'll pour out a little grog on the docks for you, Admiral.
Written By Selene
April 17, 2019, 4:01 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Proclamations deliver us a great deal of precious information, from the stance of a great house on a matter to the delightful announcements of births and marriages, the sorrowful tribulations of a passing or a loss. They command no little importance in our society, and we are all given to take pause whenever the word spreads through Arx and gently ripples to its furthest outposts on such declarations openly made.
I then should wonder if certain residents of our fair capital might wish to seek the assistance of Whisper House in crafting their stories and messages. They might receive guidance not only on the underlying power and nature of those messages, but the ideal times to deploy them.
Time and place matter nearly as much as what is said. For it's inconceivable that someone would wish the overriding importance of securing the lineage of a duchy or resolving a longstanding tension to be diluted in the marketplace with few ears to hear. Likewise, how unfortunate that an inopportune response sullies a good name or forges notoriety in place of anonymity.
When in doubt, withhold your pen or the missive. Seek guidance. Or else the court of public opinion will no doubt prove itself breathlessly unkind and swift in its judgment.
I then should wonder if certain residents of our fair capital might wish to seek the assistance of Whisper House in crafting their stories and messages. They might receive guidance not only on the underlying power and nature of those messages, but the ideal times to deploy them.
Time and place matter nearly as much as what is said. For it's inconceivable that someone would wish the overriding importance of securing the lineage of a duchy or resolving a longstanding tension to be diluted in the marketplace with few ears to hear. Likewise, how unfortunate that an inopportune response sullies a good name or forges notoriety in place of anonymity.
When in doubt, withhold your pen or the missive. Seek guidance. Or else the court of public opinion will no doubt prove itself breathlessly unkind and swift in its judgment.
Written By Martino
April 17, 2019, 3:54 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
Darling sister, that task you set will prove to be quite the challenge.
I simply cannot wait to prove you proud when I emerge forth with all the answers you were looking for.
I simply cannot wait to prove you proud when I emerge forth with all the answers you were looking for.
Written By Arman
April 17, 2019, 3:49 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Proclaiming to the entirety of Arx -- and by extension the world beyond -- that a minor (or even moderate) slight took place is not an appropriate way to utilize overworked heralds. Nor is replying to the original offender in the same fashion in order to insert a "last word."
Written By Josephine
April 17, 2019, 3:20 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
So many sturdy ankles in this city.
Written By Mirk
April 17, 2019, 3:13 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Life is strange. When everyone else in Arx saw wonder, I mourned for the Stone Grove. My thoughts were dominated by loss, not the hope for better. Now, a week later, the spirits have seen fit to remind me of life and rebirth, and this time I see it. The hope, the wonder. I was slow to learn, but I've seen it, and felt it, and known it.
Sometimes it requires time or repetition for a lesson to sink in. And sometimes it's the smallest blessings that remind us to take joy in the world around us.
Sometimes it requires time or repetition for a lesson to sink in. And sometimes it's the smallest blessings that remind us to take joy in the world around us.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.