Written By Jasher
April 17, 2019, 1:34 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
May you fare better in the next turn of the Wheel.
Written By Arianna
April 17, 2019, 1:01 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Gods be damned Alrec. I loved your sense of humor and all the fun times we had but you just...you didn't know how to not rock the boat Admiral. It's a shame what happened to you but I can't say I was surprised.
May your next turn around the Wheel be Pravus, may it lead you back to us.
May your next turn around the Wheel be Pravus, may it lead you back to us.
Written By Gunther
April 17, 2019, 10:15 a.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
Sally girl,
Yesterday I did something them Mercies suggested I does.
I got up there in front of them peoples and I read a poem about you. About missin' you but still feelin' like you is there when you ain't.
It did not really help none. Not with the feels I get when I think about you all the time. But I'm so full of our love still. Even more so now that you are gone and there is times when I see through them sorrows and fogs. Those times that warm my belly and spirit like the best of fires burnin' down.
It's in them times like when you was upset that day when I ate all them honey cake vittles you made. You walked in and were gonna give them to them orphans and I thought they was for me. You didn't get mad none, though -- because I saved you one of them dozen. And you got up, walked out, and found some extra work to get some more honey and flower and you made two dozen. You made sure they got them honey cakes.
You could of been mad. You could of been surly. Instead you just took it on your own shoulders and you made sure both your husband and them kids was happy there.
Makes me smile just think'n about it. Warmth.
Ain't no love like the love I got for you.
Always yours,
Gunther
Yesterday I did something them Mercies suggested I does.
I got up there in front of them peoples and I read a poem about you. About missin' you but still feelin' like you is there when you ain't.
It did not really help none. Not with the feels I get when I think about you all the time. But I'm so full of our love still. Even more so now that you are gone and there is times when I see through them sorrows and fogs. Those times that warm my belly and spirit like the best of fires burnin' down.
It's in them times like when you was upset that day when I ate all them honey cake vittles you made. You walked in and were gonna give them to them orphans and I thought they was for me. You didn't get mad none, though -- because I saved you one of them dozen. And you got up, walked out, and found some extra work to get some more honey and flower and you made two dozen. You made sure they got them honey cakes.
You could of been mad. You could of been surly. Instead you just took it on your own shoulders and you made sure both your husband and them kids was happy there.
Makes me smile just think'n about it. Warmth.
Ain't no love like the love I got for you.
Always yours,
Gunther
Written By Gianna
April 17, 2019, 9:28 a.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
Is there anything quite so thrilling as performing a concert? Especially one with new material written by myself and Prince Niklas. Singing in front of so many people, holding all their attention... it's marvelous. It's like what I imagine flying would be like, my spirit soaring. I am never happier than I am when I am singing. And the critics liked it!
Written By Willow
April 17, 2019, 9:17 a.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Eilonwy
The sheer volume of things that have changed in my life since last we met was almost mindboggling when we got the chance to talk again yesterday. I still love you dearly though. You are one of my best friends
Written By Willow
April 17, 2019, 9:14 a.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Shame you died. I guess you were wrong when you promised to break my heart. It's just as well, I was disillusioned once I realized that you were not who I'd hoped. Still, you died before you could prove useful to me. And for that, I am sorry.
Written By Rymarr
April 17, 2019, 8:53 a.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
As I prepare for dinner this evening, Patsy has delivered a note. Or at least his idea of a note. An entry made to the archives by Lady Kenna.
It's always a pleasant thing to have the kind words of another humble you just before dinner. It helps to put things in perspective and makes me all the more thankful for the meal to come. Sometimes the perspective of another can prove useful in clearing our thoughts and helping us to see the situation with greater clarity. I'm thankful that Lady Kenna entrusts me with playing that role in her thoughts.
It's always a pleasant thing to have the kind words of another humble you just before dinner. It helps to put things in perspective and makes me all the more thankful for the meal to come. Sometimes the perspective of another can prove useful in clearing our thoughts and helping us to see the situation with greater clarity. I'm thankful that Lady Kenna entrusts me with playing that role in her thoughts.
Written By Miranda
April 17, 2019, 8:09 a.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
How to torture one's second-cousin.
Hugging them and kissing their cheek.
Public displays of affection, apparently.
And private ones!
Ha ha! I know your weakness, Cousin!
(And, now, so does all of Arvum!)
Hugging them and kissing their cheek.
Public displays of affection, apparently.
And private ones!
Ha ha! I know your weakness, Cousin!
(And, now, so does all of Arvum!)
Written By Raimon
April 16, 2019, 11:36 p.m.(12/9/1010 AR)
This city is noisy and bustling. But at least some of the conversations have been interesting
Written By Kenna
April 16, 2019, 10:54 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I had a tricky question, so I reached out to someone I knew would never lie to me and who would say straight up what needed to be said.
I cannot understate how much Maquris Rymarr Deepwood's words mean to me.
I cannot understate how much Maquris Rymarr Deepwood's words mean to me.
Written By Alarissa
April 16, 2019, 10:51 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
I mourn the loss of that shoe.
And my pants.
And the poor man who... well. That is a loss too.
It does look like there's an opening with the King's Own though, if anyone ends up interested.
And my pants.
And the poor man who... well. That is a loss too.
It does look like there's an opening with the King's Own though, if anyone ends up interested.
Written By Leta
April 16, 2019, 10:35 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
This is a poem I recited at the poetry reading by Princess Helena Redrain. It was about perspective so I wrote this from the perspective of my Meowlarice.
I sit and survey my domain,
my lofty perch steady and sure,
and while without there's wind and rain,
within these walls my realm's secure.
The big one comes in steel and silk,
she pokes and stokes the logs aflame,
she sets out food, fat fish and milk,
then sits and coos and calls my name.
I shall not go, I'll soon be full,
I bagged a bird just before dusk.
And while she calls, I bite and pull
feathers and flesh from boney husk.
My children come, in threes and twos,
in from the rain, out from the gloom,
to nip at food and nip at shoes,
meowling of ghosts and elves and doom.
She does not hear, she never does,
but pets them all and finds them food,
and soon, like lazy balls of fuzz,
my brood lies strewn across the wood.
I deign, at last, to leap below,
from my high perch upon the shelf,
to counsel her on things I know,
since she knows not even herself.
She sits with quill in unsure hand,
thinking of things best left unthought.
I stalk her desk and there shall stand
ere any writings can be wrought.
She grieves for things that are long past,
for missing scents this house once knew,
when I bare claws, feline and fast,
and claw her arm, and bite and chew.
She yelps and barks in disbelief,
while kittens flee across the floor.
Like fury chased away her grief,
I let her chase me out the door.
In time she stills, I hear it through
The flame-lit panes of foggy glass,
she cries, then laughs, then that fades too,
replaced by snoring like an ass.
It's raining yet; I return soon,
and name my throne the windowsill,
where I rule, curled, under the moon,
my realm at last silent and still.
I sit and survey my domain,
my lofty perch steady and sure,
and while without there's wind and rain,
within these walls my realm's secure.
The big one comes in steel and silk,
she pokes and stokes the logs aflame,
she sets out food, fat fish and milk,
then sits and coos and calls my name.
I shall not go, I'll soon be full,
I bagged a bird just before dusk.
And while she calls, I bite and pull
feathers and flesh from boney husk.
My children come, in threes and twos,
in from the rain, out from the gloom,
to nip at food and nip at shoes,
meowling of ghosts and elves and doom.
She does not hear, she never does,
but pets them all and finds them food,
and soon, like lazy balls of fuzz,
my brood lies strewn across the wood.
I deign, at last, to leap below,
from my high perch upon the shelf,
to counsel her on things I know,
since she knows not even herself.
She sits with quill in unsure hand,
thinking of things best left unthought.
I stalk her desk and there shall stand
ere any writings can be wrought.
She grieves for things that are long past,
for missing scents this house once knew,
when I bare claws, feline and fast,
and claw her arm, and bite and chew.
She yelps and barks in disbelief,
while kittens flee across the floor.
Like fury chased away her grief,
I let her chase me out the door.
In time she stills, I hear it through
The flame-lit panes of foggy glass,
she cries, then laughs, then that fades too,
replaced by snoring like an ass.
It's raining yet; I return soon,
and name my throne the windowsill,
where I rule, curled, under the moon,
my realm at last silent and still.
Written By Narcissa
April 16, 2019, 10:31 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
-Shared at Princess Helena Redrain's Poetry Reading, Vellichorian Academy-
The bow's cruel twist, the flash of pearl,
Whispered nothings into cruel sneer.
What matters if one's king or churl?
Crimson flows, staining pride's veneer.
Youth's first blush turned to heart's regret,
Her folly given the Wheel reins to steer.
Another turn, another knave and coquet,
The cycle churns, never learn, always revere.
The bow's cruel twist, the flash of pearl,
Whispered nothings into cruel sneer.
What matters if one's king or churl?
Crimson flows, staining pride's veneer.
Youth's first blush turned to heart's regret,
Her folly given the Wheel reins to steer.
Another turn, another knave and coquet,
The cycle churns, never learn, always revere.
Written By Miranda
April 16, 2019, 10:21 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Family is everything to me.
Immediate and extended.
I love you all.
... These random thoughts are brought to you by the numbers 3 and 7, I don't know why, and the letter M and the word of the week: Silly.
If you're part of my family, this message is for you.
If you're part of my family and aren't sure if this message means you: It does.
If you're not but want to be: I can't blame you.
Immediate and extended.
I love you all.
... These random thoughts are brought to you by the numbers 3 and 7, I don't know why, and the letter M and the word of the week: Silly.
If you're part of my family, this message is for you.
If you're part of my family and aren't sure if this message means you: It does.
If you're not but want to be: I can't blame you.
Written By Sophie
April 16, 2019, 9:37 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
I find myself often staring at the pages of my journal and simply unable to think of a single word that won’t sound like it came from a simpleton. The truth is, that when writing I often reveal too much of myself and too little of anything resembling intelligent thought.
Today I can’t shake the sense of being humbled by the number of people who have expressed their joy at my recent ceremony to become sworn to the gods. It is as if they see me as having made some great sacrifice.
Perhaps I did, but I gained so much in return. There were many that have supported me on this path for years, and when I announced my intention there wasn’t a single person who knew me that was surprised. I think we all knew this was my future, and now that it’s here... I feel light as air. It’s as if the gods themselves are smiling upon me and that no matter the hardships we will face we will come out of it victorious.
Life is not meant to be lived tortured by the thought of what might happen. Of course we must prepare. We must educate ourselves. We must perfect the tools we will need to build a better future...but we should do it with joy.
It’s as if I’m seeing the sun for the first time as it truly is.
I wonder if a lizard feels the same when it sheds its own skin for a new, or a snake, or when a hermit crab in the isles sheds a shell for one that fits better.
Life is good. We will make it even better.
Today I can’t shake the sense of being humbled by the number of people who have expressed their joy at my recent ceremony to become sworn to the gods. It is as if they see me as having made some great sacrifice.
Perhaps I did, but I gained so much in return. There were many that have supported me on this path for years, and when I announced my intention there wasn’t a single person who knew me that was surprised. I think we all knew this was my future, and now that it’s here... I feel light as air. It’s as if the gods themselves are smiling upon me and that no matter the hardships we will face we will come out of it victorious.
Life is not meant to be lived tortured by the thought of what might happen. Of course we must prepare. We must educate ourselves. We must perfect the tools we will need to build a better future...but we should do it with joy.
It’s as if I’m seeing the sun for the first time as it truly is.
I wonder if a lizard feels the same when it sheds its own skin for a new, or a snake, or when a hermit crab in the isles sheds a shell for one that fits better.
Life is good. We will make it even better.
Written By Drea
April 16, 2019, 9:11 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
My oldest son and his darling wife gifted me with a pair of twin girls for grandchildren this year. Donella has really become a daughter to me and she seeks my council. I wish that I knew all the answers that I could lead her in the right direction, but it is not always so. I adore my grandchildren, and adore being around to spoil them.
Written By Pharamond
April 16, 2019, 8:12 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Well, I know she'll smack me with her stick if she ever sees this, but Dame Arcuri could be one of the most genuinely helpful and professional people I've ever had the chance to know. Some things are not easy to come by, such as fine wedding sets or other items, and she has been prompt, fair, and -stkilled- in every dealing. I truly hope that Miss Josephine keeps me on her list of people she enjoys working with as I may have to put extensively if she ever changes her mind.
Written By Teireno
April 16, 2019, 4:41 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
I am long overdue in my writing, it seems.
My arrival to Arx went as well as I expected, perhaps even more so on the positive. I haven’t had a chance to properly meet the family here, but from what interactions I had, they all seem welcoming. It has been a while since I’ve talked to family outside of my father. Being dragged off to neighboring countries to practice the art of the courtier does that to someone, I suppose.
Let’s see if father’s hard work actually stuck… or if I’ll fail in some sort of fantastic fashion, like usual. Hopefully it’d be an entertaining failure, or else I am really screwed.
My arrival to Arx went as well as I expected, perhaps even more so on the positive. I haven’t had a chance to properly meet the family here, but from what interactions I had, they all seem welcoming. It has been a while since I’ve talked to family outside of my father. Being dragged off to neighboring countries to practice the art of the courtier does that to someone, I suppose.
Let’s see if father’s hard work actually stuck… or if I’ll fail in some sort of fantastic fashion, like usual. Hopefully it’d be an entertaining failure, or else I am really screwed.
Written By Alrec
April 16, 2019, 4:21 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Do mangos live under the water or on trees? What kind of sound to they make and what do they eat? All of these questions I must have before I fuck off to a volcano or something. Can mangos be even be domesticated?
Written By Delilah
April 16, 2019, 3:53 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
It's ever impressive to watch a Thraxian princess attack a threat with her shoe. It was a valiant approach by that heel.
Though I cannot say how grateful I am for Rowenova acting quickly and Messire Ajax following suit.
Though I cannot say how grateful I am for Rowenova acting quickly and Messire Ajax following suit.
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