Written By Evaristo
April 16, 2019, 2:13 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
I'm not prone to feeling proud. It's not that I don't have any pride per se, it's just not... a big part of my life.
But today, I feel proud. I feel proud that I know Nightingale Gianna Whisper. I'm even more proud that she's trained me herself. I'm proud that I am the Mockingbird of the Bard's college, working for her and with her.
I like to bask in her glory, entirely selfishly - but I think she might forgive me.
But today, I feel proud. I feel proud that I know Nightingale Gianna Whisper. I'm even more proud that she's trained me herself. I'm proud that I am the Mockingbird of the Bard's college, working for her and with her.
I like to bask in her glory, entirely selfishly - but I think she might forgive me.
Written By Domonico
April 16, 2019, 1:01 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Disciplining soldiers is never an enjoyable task at all.
Necessary, but not enjoyable.
Necessary, but not enjoyable.
Written By Fianna
April 16, 2019, 11:44 a.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
I spent the entire day in the stables and I am amazed at how much better I am feeling. Working with the horses and being in the fields with them is so very calming and grounding for me. It feels like I've been needing more and more of that lately. Finding the time, though, has proven to be a difficult challenge.
That being said, I've decided that Nightlight is ready to find a forever home. She is a sweet warhorse, fully trained, and would be perfect for jousting competitions. She has the most stunning black and white color combination I've ever seen on a horse. Truly. She is remarkable in more ways than one! I will post that she is in search of a new stable to frequent later today. And, no, I will not tear up while doing so.
Okay, Scholar, maybe I will a /little./
That being said, I've decided that Nightlight is ready to find a forever home. She is a sweet warhorse, fully trained, and would be perfect for jousting competitions. She has the most stunning black and white color combination I've ever seen on a horse. Truly. She is remarkable in more ways than one! I will post that she is in search of a new stable to frequent later today. And, no, I will not tear up while doing so.
Okay, Scholar, maybe I will a /little./
Written By Alarissa
April 16, 2019, 11:02 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Another year. This means Edain has turned another year as well. The melancholy just before and then the joy on the day of.
Another year, another wrinkle. The things we sacrifice, that in turn have other things that sacrifice alongside with it. My vanity dislikes me at times. But my vanity gets no say.
Happy birthday Edain. We live another year and we live for them.
Another year, another wrinkle. The things we sacrifice, that in turn have other things that sacrifice alongside with it. My vanity dislikes me at times. But my vanity gets no say.
Happy birthday Edain. We live another year and we live for them.
Written By Klaus
April 16, 2019, 10:59 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaya
Misstress Kaya,
We have not ran across one another lately. We should change such as there are skills both of us can teach one another I believe.
We have not ran across one another lately. We should change such as there are skills both of us can teach one another I believe.
Written By Klaus
April 16, 2019, 10:57 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Note to self, never ever joust with a squirrel tail in the way.
Written By Jennyva
April 16, 2019, 10:31 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Magnus
A wonderful conversationalist that I arranged to meet in the botanical gardens. I had a wonderful time but Gertrude went and interrupted. I did enjoy myaelf though and hope he forgives me for running off like that.
Written By Gwenna
April 16, 2019, 9:46 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
The 'who are you even' card is so delightful.
Written By Delilah
April 16, 2019, 9:12 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
The paper is soft and light under my hands. I have only copied it from draft six or seven times now. The ink leaps in vivid black lines off the creamy vellum, reshaping a dream too fragile to be real. Yet every line here commits to devising a truth, one so fresh that the resonant scent of oak gall still lifts off the page.
It's a beginning and a start to greater plans. The first chapter in long annals that I hope will outlast me, something that shall leave a quiet remark upon the landscape in the years to come. Everything begins like planting an acorn in the ground, a seed in the garden, and nurturing it to fruition. It won't grow overnight, but grow it shall.
That's certainly something to raise a glass to.
It's a beginning and a start to greater plans. The first chapter in long annals that I hope will outlast me, something that shall leave a quiet remark upon the landscape in the years to come. Everything begins like planting an acorn in the ground, a seed in the garden, and nurturing it to fruition. It won't grow overnight, but grow it shall.
That's certainly something to raise a glass to.
Written By Maja
April 16, 2019, 4:18 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexio
I met a fellow today who referred to me as 'the famous apprentice Whisper'.
Famous!
Oh, do go on...
Famous!
Oh, do go on...
Written By Alrec
April 16, 2019, 3:45 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Joking aside, when I get like this, the best antidote is to vanish into the Saffron Chains. Maybe this time I'll find one of those mangos.
Written By Arcadia
April 16, 2019, 2:32 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
I have been fortunate to find a friend in Lord Rysen Crovane. He has opened up my mind to so many things. So many thoughts.
Our walks and talks are truly the highlight of my day.
Our walks and talks are truly the highlight of my day.
Written By Helena
April 16, 2019, 2:08 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
I find myself worrying today about a friend. They will remain nameless. I worry I gave poor advice or perhaps not enough comfort. I worry that I let them leave when I should have made them stay and speak more. I hope they will seek help, whether from the source I suggested or someone better suited than I to help them.
My door is always open, friend. Our troubles may not be the same, but that doesn't mean we cannot help one another understand and get through them. Or at least survive them.
My door is always open, friend. Our troubles may not be the same, but that doesn't mean we cannot help one another understand and get through them. Or at least survive them.
Written By Helena
April 16, 2019, 2:03 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Tomorrow is another of the poetry readings. I so look forward to these, even if I cry at others' words and the beauty of it all, making myself quite blotchy. It is a good thing I am not that vain, or I would never attend such things, let alone host them.
The theme this time is perspective, the prompt asking the poets to put themselves in the shoes of another, to look at the world from another's point of view. Easier said than done for many -- and yet, many of us have been blessed by visions that do just this for us. That make us look at the world from the eyes of someone else, quite literally, for a few moments.
This spins our worldview in such a way that we can never look at the world quite the same again. We hold within us the point of view of another -- or several others -- and we can become more than what we are.
It is perhaps optimistic and naive of me to hope that poetry can do the same -- albeit in a different way. Words have a power and magic all their own.
The theme this time is perspective, the prompt asking the poets to put themselves in the shoes of another, to look at the world from another's point of view. Easier said than done for many -- and yet, many of us have been blessed by visions that do just this for us. That make us look at the world from the eyes of someone else, quite literally, for a few moments.
This spins our worldview in such a way that we can never look at the world quite the same again. We hold within us the point of view of another -- or several others -- and we can become more than what we are.
It is perhaps optimistic and naive of me to hope that poetry can do the same -- albeit in a different way. Words have a power and magic all their own.
Written By Athaur
April 16, 2019, 12:58 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
I am not certain why there are flowers everywhere. But I like the look and smell it brings
Written By Fairen
April 16, 2019, 12:39 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Iliana
Seven years.
It's been...hmm.
To call it "a journey" wouldn't do it justice and "an adventure" would make light of the prices we've paid.
Just speaking personally here, but...gods, I've been a real shit.
Thanks for putting up with me, Ili.
It's been...hmm.
To call it "a journey" wouldn't do it justice and "an adventure" would make light of the prices we've paid.
Just speaking personally here, but...gods, I've been a real shit.
Thanks for putting up with me, Ili.
Written By Alrec
April 15, 2019, 9:55 p.m.(12/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Alrec Magaldi came to write a response to the Proclamation by Lady Carita, but between heavy wheezing and a burst of uncontrollable laughter, nothing could be understood to be written except for, "And who the fuck is this Aethan?!"
Written By Joscelin
April 15, 2019, 9:17 p.m.(12/6/1010 AR)
I do love when I find ways to support both Whisper House and the Bard's College in the space of a few days. Also: a horde of excited Whispers is an exceptionally beautiful -and- dangerous thing. You've been warned.
Written By Pharamond
April 15, 2019, 8:18 p.m.(12/6/1010 AR)
Well it was an interesting night at the Harp. First time I've ever been in a fight that is simply a spar where the losing opponent had to be dragged off of me And yes, you can still be under someone and win. That's the wonder of weapons. I am grateful to Lord Ian Kennex and Ajax for their prompt aid.
Written By Preston
April 15, 2019, 5:16 p.m.(12/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
When Sparte chose to raise his hand against those of the Faith, he was reckless - his actions risked civil war, they risked being misinterpreted. They insulted the Templars. They insulted the Scholars. They were wrong. But. They were also done from the best of intentions. Foolish action taken with honourable aims earned him out disfavour, and the disfavour of much of the Faith. It also earned him a chance to redeem himself - to show he is capable of growth and change. Of learning.
Recently the Templars called on our brothers and sisters in the Oathlands and pious houses to march on the Abandoned who had caused mischief in the north. Fabricated Valardin armour was found. Two tribes sworn to our enemy lie destroyed. A warlord's redoubt lies in ruins, her armies destroyed. Three threats to the Faith and to the Compact removed by a host of tens of thousands. The most unlikely contingent were from the Knights of the East Light, with Sparte. It is a long way from the Isles to the lands of Blackram. A long journey from Arx as well. Sparte made it because he understood the righteousness of the mission, and yes because his betters told him. He undertook it despite the fact I had made clear I was unsure if I could ever see my forgiving him his transgressions, that wound still raw.
I speak only for the Templars, but for us he has earned his forgiveness. The wound still hurts, and it will not mean forgetting, but he has proven himself to not be an enemy of the Templars, and perhaps even re-opened the door towards being a friend of the Templars. We will see what the future holds.
Recently the Templars called on our brothers and sisters in the Oathlands and pious houses to march on the Abandoned who had caused mischief in the north. Fabricated Valardin armour was found. Two tribes sworn to our enemy lie destroyed. A warlord's redoubt lies in ruins, her armies destroyed. Three threats to the Faith and to the Compact removed by a host of tens of thousands. The most unlikely contingent were from the Knights of the East Light, with Sparte. It is a long way from the Isles to the lands of Blackram. A long journey from Arx as well. Sparte made it because he understood the righteousness of the mission, and yes because his betters told him. He undertook it despite the fact I had made clear I was unsure if I could ever see my forgiving him his transgressions, that wound still raw.
I speak only for the Templars, but for us he has earned his forgiveness. The wound still hurts, and it will not mean forgetting, but he has proven himself to not be an enemy of the Templars, and perhaps even re-opened the door towards being a friend of the Templars. We will see what the future holds.
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