Written By Gabriella
April 10, 2019, 8:45 p.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
Beloved cousin and Duchess. Someone worth fightiing for. Beautiful and deadly, like a poisoned rose.
Written By Monique
April 10, 2019, 5:47 p.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
Recently, I was told the location of where I died. Up until this point, I thought there was no such thing as too much information. I stand corrected.
Written By Marian
April 10, 2019, 4:11 p.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Happy birthday my little sister. Enjoy the day and make it yours.
Written By Joscelin
April 10, 2019, 1:22 p.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
There are many artists in the city, and I have favorites just like any other, and several in the Crafters Guild itself that I've been honored to work with and even developed friendships with, and, on very, very rare occasion collaborated with. I know I don't speak of them often, but for artists that aren't officially affiliated with the Guild, I think it's safe for me to talk about them now and then, yes?
If you haven't been, I highly recommend anyone that has the time to visit Whitehawk Charity. Not only is Lord Jyri a brilliant artist, I had the honor of being one of the first to meet him when he arrived in the city. Not a noble then, I was struck with how eager he was to care for his son, provide the best he could for him even while he life was upside down (his wife had recently passed). He is an earnest man, devoted in his eagerness to create as he is inspired, working with others to collaborate in vision, and, now with the change in his station, he donates all of his profits to charities even as he continues to be inspired and to paint.
If you have the time, seriously, consider it, and consider commissioning him. He's a talented painter, his style unique, elevating his work with his personal perspective. You can see some of his work in a Gallery posted in Whitehawk Charity itself. It's worth the visit just to see what he can do.
If you haven't been, I highly recommend anyone that has the time to visit Whitehawk Charity. Not only is Lord Jyri a brilliant artist, I had the honor of being one of the first to meet him when he arrived in the city. Not a noble then, I was struck with how eager he was to care for his son, provide the best he could for him even while he life was upside down (his wife had recently passed). He is an earnest man, devoted in his eagerness to create as he is inspired, working with others to collaborate in vision, and, now with the change in his station, he donates all of his profits to charities even as he continues to be inspired and to paint.
If you have the time, seriously, consider it, and consider commissioning him. He's a talented painter, his style unique, elevating his work with his personal perspective. You can see some of his work in a Gallery posted in Whitehawk Charity itself. It's worth the visit just to see what he can do.
Written By Venturo
April 10, 2019, 12:32 p.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
I've finally signed the last contract able to be filled with this round of expansion. I'd like to thank all of the Houses and people who have assisted in the efforts to bring the Raconteur breweries and carnivals to new parts of Arvum, along with the the focus of the stories, entertainment, and revelry for this fall that will extend into winter and surely spring. Now comes the execution, turned over to those who know best: building the breweries, hiring the entertainers, finding and cultivating the farmland. For any whom I couldn't get to due to the timing of activities, don't worry. I'm always happy to make myself available to help out in individual projects as there is interest.
Written By Rysen
April 10, 2019, 12:08 p.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
I happened upon Lady Cady Leary in the Redrain Gardens the other afternoon while training swordsmanship. Though I'm sure I was a sweaty mess, she was kind enough to speak with me for a while. Her company was relaxing, and her conversation interesting. There is something about speaking with someone in the twilight, when the fading light of the sun reveals a sea of stars, rising above all the yellows, reds and violets of the sunset, that blurs the distinctions between dreams and wakeful presence, and makes anything seem possible.
Having recently sought the aid of the renown Whisper Selene, I find my admiration for her way of life growing. She is intelligent, poised and moves with calculated dignity. It seems there is nothing she cannot accomplish. She is perhaps the only person I have seen Rukhnis show any sort affection for, as I think both share a supreme dedication to duty and high ideals from which springs a source of profound strength and conviction. Some part of me continues to wonder though, as with the Nightingale, if there is aught beneath that controlled performance, some sliver of the animal inside that delights in experience without control, or dignity, or purpose - the capacity for the unadulterated joy of play, love making, laughter, dance or any other experience which forces one to live only in the moment, or whether, in order to live and perform at such a high standard, such impulses must be stamped out of one's soul forever.
Having recently sought the aid of the renown Whisper Selene, I find my admiration for her way of life growing. She is intelligent, poised and moves with calculated dignity. It seems there is nothing she cannot accomplish. She is perhaps the only person I have seen Rukhnis show any sort affection for, as I think both share a supreme dedication to duty and high ideals from which springs a source of profound strength and conviction. Some part of me continues to wonder though, as with the Nightingale, if there is aught beneath that controlled performance, some sliver of the animal inside that delights in experience without control, or dignity, or purpose - the capacity for the unadulterated joy of play, love making, laughter, dance or any other experience which forces one to live only in the moment, or whether, in order to live and perform at such a high standard, such impulses must be stamped out of one's soul forever.
Written By Joscelin
April 10, 2019, 11:49 a.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
No, I did not mean to break the Legate of the Queen of Endings.
Also he's a very delicate creature. Fragile. A stiff wind or a well thrown book has been known to take him out.
Also he's a very delicate creature. Fragile. A stiff wind or a well thrown book has been known to take him out.
Written By Sparte
April 10, 2019, 11:34 a.m.(11/24/1010 AR)
I heard tell that quick thinking recently saved a Legate's life, or at least their leg. My full appreciation to Sir Jeffeth for the care he gave the wounded.
I'll take this as a reminder that we never know when danger will strike or if a mercy will be close enough. I will be restocking my own emergency kit and encouraging the Iron Guard under my command to carry their own.
I'll take this as a reminder that we never know when danger will strike or if a mercy will be close enough. I will be restocking my own emergency kit and encouraging the Iron Guard under my command to carry their own.
Written By Elgana
April 10, 2019, 12:22 a.m.(11/23/1010 AR)
Lady Acantha's archery tournament was a wonderful experience. Granted I had no idea when I was invited to accompany a certain Prince, who shall remain nameless, that I would be competing in said tournament myself! I haven't held a bow in my hands since I was but a wee girl and the instructors back at Farhaven thought maybe if I wasn't suited for a spear or a sword, I'd be better suited to take up a bow instead. Gods and spirits did I ever prove them to be wrong. It just isn't for me and that's fine because there are plenty of others who find their calling in such pursuits. Lady Zoey Kennex was so kind as to allow me the honor of using one of her bows - this gorgeous recurve that had no reason to be found in my unskilled hands, but there it was.
And there I was.
It was embarrassing. I could barely pull the string back and the arrow. Lille actually gave me some help with getting the arrow notched right. As for the arrow's flight? Well, it landed not quite at my feet but not too far enough away either that I even made the target. Regardless, it was something but not something I plan on picking up. Archery is not something within my skill set but I did get to see so many skilled archers compete against one another. Princess Ophelia is a sight to see! It was wonderful getting to meet her and I do so look forward to some tea in the future with her.
All in all, it was a wonderful time spent in the company of some wonderful people, both familiar and new.
And there I was.
It was embarrassing. I could barely pull the string back and the arrow. Lille actually gave me some help with getting the arrow notched right. As for the arrow's flight? Well, it landed not quite at my feet but not too far enough away either that I even made the target. Regardless, it was something but not something I plan on picking up. Archery is not something within my skill set but I did get to see so many skilled archers compete against one another. Princess Ophelia is a sight to see! It was wonderful getting to meet her and I do so look forward to some tea in the future with her.
All in all, it was a wonderful time spent in the company of some wonderful people, both familiar and new.
Written By Aureth
April 9, 2019, 10:34 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
For his service as an aid to the wounded, Jeffeth Bayweather is to be commended.
I hope it is not a skill of his I will require again anytime soon. I think he may still be grieved that I did not allow him to fling me over his shoulder like an unusually sparkly potato sack.
I'm not as young as I used to be but I'm told that, contrary to my whining on the day, my knee should heal given time and an absence of nonsense. Apparently I am not supposed to hike all over for a few days but instead take carriages and so on when going about.
I hope it is not a skill of his I will require again anytime soon. I think he may still be grieved that I did not allow him to fling me over his shoulder like an unusually sparkly potato sack.
I'm not as young as I used to be but I'm told that, contrary to my whining on the day, my knee should heal given time and an absence of nonsense. Apparently I am not supposed to hike all over for a few days but instead take carriages and so on when going about.
Written By Joscelin
April 9, 2019, 10:17 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Ha hahah hahhaha ha haahaha-
What are you doing? Also next time, I'm going after your other knee.
What are you doing? Also next time, I'm going after your other knee.
Written By Peri
April 9, 2019, 7:50 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Lord Michael Bisland, you work too hard. This will not do. You are young. Take it from an heir with many years on you. You will burn out if you do not take moments to relax. Swimming is one of the best ways to relax. I encourage you to swim. You need not worry about riptides if you start in the pond. I would be happy to teach you! I am not some ogre who is going to toss you off a cliff into the ocean.
Written By Thea
April 9, 2019, 7:15 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
I watched my brother recieve the position of Admiral the other day. I have never been prouder of him. I see good things in the future and can't think of anyone more suited for the position.
Written By Andry
April 9, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
I return from my religious pilgrimage changed, somehow, for the better. As my thoughts have been turned inward, toward the gods -- myself -- other people. I, who consider that I am one possessed of an iron will -- someone who doesn't easily yield to those subjects to which I am most passionate and driven. A passion that's gotten me into more than one situation in which I should have taken pause and planned instead of taking that leap into action. One that should have. Now, I need to consider how I take that should and turn it into will. What will I do to make up for those rash decisions made. I cannot say that I won't do such things again -- my feet are clay, afterall. Imperfect.
However, I will temper my passions. I will take that iron and temper it to steel.
Something stronger, sharper, and fine-edged.
However, I will temper my passions. I will take that iron and temper it to steel.
Something stronger, sharper, and fine-edged.
Written By Bhandn
April 9, 2019, 7:07 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
I'm worried about the answer to my question. When the answer is itself a question, where then does the true answer lie? For how long and how far must I search to find what I seek? I had thought this would be a simple matter -- weeks of reading and study, perhaps -- but the more I continue, the more I find myself beginning to slip beneath the water's surface into this unfathomable abyss of knowledge.
I was never prone to reading, growing up or during my days as a squire -- it was rare of me to even write as I am doing now -- but the more I continue to do so, the more I find myself writing /more/. It's a strange feeling, this desire to put word to paper and, before I know it, an hour has gone by. That alone is a sign that I should consider doing this more in an out of doors location where I can at least mark the passage of time better.
I was never prone to reading, growing up or during my days as a squire -- it was rare of me to even write as I am doing now -- but the more I continue to do so, the more I find myself writing /more/. It's a strange feeling, this desire to put word to paper and, before I know it, an hour has gone by. That alone is a sign that I should consider doing this more in an out of doors location where I can at least mark the passage of time better.
Written By Peri
April 9, 2019, 6:50 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Eina has had to remind me more than a few times lately how uptight people are in Arx. It's the Saikland Green news. Everytime I see someone who was involved in that effort I am overcome. She has had luck intercepting at least two hugs so far. Maybe more.
People find me odd, but as someone whose house holds stewardship over a coast, the pollution strongly distressed me. If you wish to understand: think if you had to take food in poisoned waters? And life is more than food. think of not being able to play along the beaches. And what of all the marvelous creatures?
If you are not touched, then consider the inefficiencies of your vassals who had to work in such tainted areas.
Future Scholars:
Saikland Greens was polluted in the year 1005 and after all these years it is finally cleaned.
We don't have as much bowing and scraping in Pearlspire as people do here in Arx.
Except oysters. We scrape oysters.
People find me odd, but as someone whose house holds stewardship over a coast, the pollution strongly distressed me. If you wish to understand: think if you had to take food in poisoned waters? And life is more than food. think of not being able to play along the beaches. And what of all the marvelous creatures?
If you are not touched, then consider the inefficiencies of your vassals who had to work in such tainted areas.
Future Scholars:
Saikland Greens was polluted in the year 1005 and after all these years it is finally cleaned.
We don't have as much bowing and scraping in Pearlspire as people do here in Arx.
Except oysters. We scrape oysters.
Written By Thorn
April 9, 2019, 6:09 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Helle
I don't know that I would like to be a tree, stuck deep in the ground and unable to move. Forced to take what the weather and world decides to throw at me.
I don't know that I would like to be cut down and carved up and forced into shapes I don't own, or burned up.
I think I prefer to be a vine, growing, stretching, creeping, sinking in and getting under the skin of others.
I don't know that I would like to be cut down and carved up and forced into shapes I don't own, or burned up.
I think I prefer to be a vine, growing, stretching, creeping, sinking in and getting under the skin of others.
Written By Raven
April 9, 2019, 5:16 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
So, I am unable to really hold a quill properly, so I'm being forced to dictate this story to the whites while it's all still fresh in my mind. Don't worry, the reason will be made readily apparent soon enough!
Duchess Belladonna needs to hire me a new history tutor. Now, this isn't my fault. I didn't know how lessons worked here in the city, or how instructors were allowed to carry out discipline in the middle of class. I'm a grown woman and I'm just not used to these kinds of things. I never did have an education growing up, however. Not a proper one anyway. My mother taught me to read and write, taught me about the sea and how to fight. Her methods were ruthless and harsh, and I appreciated it because she was a good teacher, and took care of me and she was my mother. I would have done anything for her.
Since I've been taken in by Pravus, tutors have been provided, to give me the kind of education my mother would've wanted me to have. The best that money can buy. Except for one. My history tutor.
Now, Lady Sudara is a member of Pravus and I love talking to her about history. She has a passion for the knowledge that just makes it all so fascinating. It opens up a world I never knew existed before. She's not my tutor, however. I was sat in the room with a dried up husk of old bones wrapped in a thin layer of mummified skin, and was told that she would instruct me in history. She had no passion, no life to her lectures, and her voice was like a droning buzz that put me to sleep. She woke me up by slapping my knuckles with a ruler. I told her "You should've been hired to come to my bedchambers at night. Your voice works better than a glass of warm milk." She slapped my knuckles again and told me to show some respect. I told her to hit me on the knuckles again and see what happens, and she did.
So I punched her in the face. Now I didn't thing that I had hit her that hard, but I don't like being pushed around by dusty old women. She stormed out, claimed I broke her nose and quit, telling Duchess Belladonna that I was a thug, and a few other mean words. Now, I tried to explain the situation to her, but she wasn't having it. The Duchess instructed me to hold out my hands on the table and proceeded to smack each of my knuckles twenty times over. I still didn't really understand why I was being punished for defending myself, but she wound up making a very good case.
So, I guess the lesson I learned is... when I have a tutor they have the same authority as if it were Duchess Belladonna in the room with me. I don't know why these teachers are so high and mighty in Arx, but I hope the next doesn't put me to sleep better than a blow to the head. I just wish I could have Lady Sudara as a history tutor, but at least now we'll have more things to talk about.
Duchess Belladonna needs to hire me a new history tutor. Now, this isn't my fault. I didn't know how lessons worked here in the city, or how instructors were allowed to carry out discipline in the middle of class. I'm a grown woman and I'm just not used to these kinds of things. I never did have an education growing up, however. Not a proper one anyway. My mother taught me to read and write, taught me about the sea and how to fight. Her methods were ruthless and harsh, and I appreciated it because she was a good teacher, and took care of me and she was my mother. I would have done anything for her.
Since I've been taken in by Pravus, tutors have been provided, to give me the kind of education my mother would've wanted me to have. The best that money can buy. Except for one. My history tutor.
Now, Lady Sudara is a member of Pravus and I love talking to her about history. She has a passion for the knowledge that just makes it all so fascinating. It opens up a world I never knew existed before. She's not my tutor, however. I was sat in the room with a dried up husk of old bones wrapped in a thin layer of mummified skin, and was told that she would instruct me in history. She had no passion, no life to her lectures, and her voice was like a droning buzz that put me to sleep. She woke me up by slapping my knuckles with a ruler. I told her "You should've been hired to come to my bedchambers at night. Your voice works better than a glass of warm milk." She slapped my knuckles again and told me to show some respect. I told her to hit me on the knuckles again and see what happens, and she did.
So I punched her in the face. Now I didn't thing that I had hit her that hard, but I don't like being pushed around by dusty old women. She stormed out, claimed I broke her nose and quit, telling Duchess Belladonna that I was a thug, and a few other mean words. Now, I tried to explain the situation to her, but she wasn't having it. The Duchess instructed me to hold out my hands on the table and proceeded to smack each of my knuckles twenty times over. I still didn't really understand why I was being punished for defending myself, but she wound up making a very good case.
So, I guess the lesson I learned is... when I have a tutor they have the same authority as if it were Duchess Belladonna in the room with me. I don't know why these teachers are so high and mighty in Arx, but I hope the next doesn't put me to sleep better than a blow to the head. I just wish I could have Lady Sudara as a history tutor, but at least now we'll have more things to talk about.
Written By Martino
April 9, 2019, 2:49 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
I am quite sure, brother-mine, people will be fed up of reading these whites and hoping instead of something of scandal or gossip. But, truly again, my congratulations go forth to you as our Admiral of Southport. I know, from a young age and from when could first hold that wooden swords of yours - you sought this out.
Mother, and father, would truly be proud of you.
Mother, and father, would truly be proud of you.
Written By Elfriede
April 9, 2019, 2:30 p.m.(11/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I had never wanted to write journals before, not until I met this man, and came to learn the meaning of a white journal. It was strange, there was so much I was prompted to want to tell him, but I couldn't. The words, wouldn't dare take the leap of faith out of my chest.
He was vulgar. His demeanor was coarse, at best- he chafed with every ingrained virtue beset upon me by my betters, masters and quartermasters alike. And yet, in that freedom of lexicon; in that loosening of thought, and carelessness to the judgement eye of others he manifested, I sampled perhaps for the first time what life entails for us all, beyond its hardships. A freedom of self, notwithstanding life's hardships, they're meant to be taken as part of the package, and one only hints at the clarity of such fact when in the company of such a man; of the Legate. Aureth, he said his name was.
I pray to no God in particular that come time - next time - in his presence, I am more than a jumble of insecurity, weakness and hesitation. I wish prayers were answered.
He was vulgar. His demeanor was coarse, at best- he chafed with every ingrained virtue beset upon me by my betters, masters and quartermasters alike. And yet, in that freedom of lexicon; in that loosening of thought, and carelessness to the judgement eye of others he manifested, I sampled perhaps for the first time what life entails for us all, beyond its hardships. A freedom of self, notwithstanding life's hardships, they're meant to be taken as part of the package, and one only hints at the clarity of such fact when in the company of such a man; of the Legate. Aureth, he said his name was.
I pray to no God in particular that come time - next time - in his presence, I am more than a jumble of insecurity, weakness and hesitation. I wish prayers were answered.
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