Written By Alrec
Feb. 20, 2019, 9:11 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Wish I was there to listen to the Grim Duke's speech.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 20, 2019, 8:50 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
I really can't get over this: Ianthe, wound tight around her new orange octopus plush. Legs and arms. She's drooling into its velvet beak. I can't untangle her. She's practically snoring.
I can't stop snickering over this. I CAN'T. Twisted humor, that's me. I know my sister would crack up and make design suggestions. 'Get it -right-, Josie! '
Ah, gods, I'm trying not to cackle, wake the baby, or cry from mirth. I can fail at all but the one.
Being a mother; who knew it'd be so entertaining!
I can't stop snickering over this. I CAN'T. Twisted humor, that's me. I know my sister would crack up and make design suggestions. 'Get it -right-, Josie! '
Ah, gods, I'm trying not to cackle, wake the baby, or cry from mirth. I can fail at all but the one.
Being a mother; who knew it'd be so entertaining!
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 20, 2019, 8:43 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
I have in my possession the most wonderful thing: soft, floppy-armed octopus doll. It's -adorable-, cuddly, soft. It has rosy cheeks, and large, dark button eyes. It even has a beak! It's velvet! I can't get enough of this thing. Ianthe may have to fight me for it.
Or not. She's still very small, sort of; the Mercies tell me she's healthy and fat and large for her age. I don't know what they mean, but this could be because Mongoose is her favorite nurse-maid for the moment, but the plushy octopus is her second favorite bed-time cuddle friend, and while at the moment it's almost as long as she is, I'm hard put to untangle her every night from her new eight-armed friend.
Dame Leta Broadbent is the artist behind this lovely creation. I want one in every color and it's -entirely- because I want them and not because I expect more children in my future. Well. More than what I have. Life has been strange.
Or not. She's still very small, sort of; the Mercies tell me she's healthy and fat and large for her age. I don't know what they mean, but this could be because Mongoose is her favorite nurse-maid for the moment, but the plushy octopus is her second favorite bed-time cuddle friend, and while at the moment it's almost as long as she is, I'm hard put to untangle her every night from her new eight-armed friend.
Dame Leta Broadbent is the artist behind this lovely creation. I want one in every color and it's -entirely- because I want them and not because I expect more children in my future. Well. More than what I have. Life has been strange.
Written By Gunther
Feb. 20, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
My Sally,
What's it been now? How many months since I last got to wrap my arms half-way around you and snuggle in? Too many, that's what. I ain't gettin' over you. People says, my love, it gets better with time -- it ain't.
What's gettin' better is I'm learning to have moments on my own. Fella I met I told you 'bout before and I are becoming good friends. I like him a lot. People here is treatin' me well an' all. I'm sweepin' and keepin' up them northerners clobberin' stadium. Trainin' fellas and lasses here and there and what not. Them's that wants to toss knucks though I'm enjoyin' teachin'.
The nights are the hardest. I wakes up all the time and reach for you. And I get scared and frantic clawin' at the floor I'm sleeping on -- gettin' at them blankets to find you gone. Then I gets all panicked and it takes me a bit to wake enough to realize you're dead and you ain't never gonna be there again. It's them times I want to go drown in my cups and forget again.
I ain't though. I made you a promise and I'm gonna keep it.
It should have never been me, my girl -- I don't deserve this life. I ain't never done nothin' for nobody before. I'm only good onna account I met and you gave me your love. Reckon if it weren't for you I'd never know what them fuzzy stomach knots and that warm flush is whens you rub them mitts over my bald noggin' and give me kisses there on top. You was the one what should been here and it ain't right. It ain't right you had so much to live for. You were so more deservin'. I hope them Gods knows what they got in you.
I'm lost without you. All I gots is your memory and a desire to do good by you. I'm doin' the best I can.
Ain't nothin' I love in this world more than the love I got for you. Ain't know this much feelin' about someone was possible but I feels it.
I love you and I can't wait to be with you again.
Gunther
P.S. If'n you can't send me a sign I understand. I just, you know -- would make it easier knowin' you was there look'n down upon me. I ain't got nothin' to remember you by save my noggin. And you knows how spotty it is. I'm so scared one day I'll wake up and won't remember your face.
What's it been now? How many months since I last got to wrap my arms half-way around you and snuggle in? Too many, that's what. I ain't gettin' over you. People says, my love, it gets better with time -- it ain't.
What's gettin' better is I'm learning to have moments on my own. Fella I met I told you 'bout before and I are becoming good friends. I like him a lot. People here is treatin' me well an' all. I'm sweepin' and keepin' up them northerners clobberin' stadium. Trainin' fellas and lasses here and there and what not. Them's that wants to toss knucks though I'm enjoyin' teachin'.
The nights are the hardest. I wakes up all the time and reach for you. And I get scared and frantic clawin' at the floor I'm sleeping on -- gettin' at them blankets to find you gone. Then I gets all panicked and it takes me a bit to wake enough to realize you're dead and you ain't never gonna be there again. It's them times I want to go drown in my cups and forget again.
I ain't though. I made you a promise and I'm gonna keep it.
It should have never been me, my girl -- I don't deserve this life. I ain't never done nothin' for nobody before. I'm only good onna account I met and you gave me your love. Reckon if it weren't for you I'd never know what them fuzzy stomach knots and that warm flush is whens you rub them mitts over my bald noggin' and give me kisses there on top. You was the one what should been here and it ain't right. It ain't right you had so much to live for. You were so more deservin'. I hope them Gods knows what they got in you.
I'm lost without you. All I gots is your memory and a desire to do good by you. I'm doin' the best I can.
Ain't nothin' I love in this world more than the love I got for you. Ain't know this much feelin' about someone was possible but I feels it.
I love you and I can't wait to be with you again.
Gunther
P.S. If'n you can't send me a sign I understand. I just, you know -- would make it easier knowin' you was there look'n down upon me. I ain't got nothin' to remember you by save my noggin. And you knows how spotty it is. I'm so scared one day I'll wake up and won't remember your face.
Written By Gunther
Feb. 20, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
My Sally,
What's it been now? How many months since I last got to wrap my arms half-way around you and snuggle in? Too many, that's what. I ain't gettin' over you. People says, my love, it gets better with time -- it ain't.
What's gettin' better is I'm learning to have moments on my own. Fella I met I told you 'bout before and I are becoming good friends. I like him a lot. People here is treatin' me well an' all. I'm sweepin' and keepin' up them northerners clobberin' stadium. Trainin' fellas and lasses here and there and what not. Them's that wants to toss knucks though I'm enjoyin' teachin'.
The nights are the hardest. I wakes up all the time and reach for you. And I get scared and frantic clawin' at the floor I'm sleeping on -- gettin' at them blankets to find you gone. Then I gets all panicked and it takes me a bit to wake enough to realize you're dead and you ain't never gonna be there again. It's them times I want to go drown in my cups and forget again.
I ain't though. I made you a promise and I'm gonna keep it.
It should have never been me, my girl -- I don't deserve this life. I ain't never done nothin' for nobody before. I'm only good onna account I met and you gave me your love. Reckon if it weren't for you I'd never know what them fuzzy stomach knots and that warm flush is whens you rub them mitts over my bald noggin' and give me kisses there on top. You was the one what should been here and it ain't right. It ain't right you had so much to live for. You were so more deservin'. I hope them Gods knows what they got in you.
I'm lost without you. All I gots is your memory and a desire to do good by you. I'm doin' the best I can.
Ain't nothin' I love in this world more than the love I got for you. Ain't know this much feelin' about someone was possible but I feels it.
I love you and I can't wait to be with you again.
Gunther
P.S. If'n you can't send me a sign I understand. I just, you know -- would make it easier knowin' you was there look'n down upon me. I ain't got nothin' to remember you by save my noggin. And you knows how spotty it is. I'm so scared one day I'll wake up and won't remember your face.
What's it been now? How many months since I last got to wrap my arms half-way around you and snuggle in? Too many, that's what. I ain't gettin' over you. People says, my love, it gets better with time -- it ain't.
What's gettin' better is I'm learning to have moments on my own. Fella I met I told you 'bout before and I are becoming good friends. I like him a lot. People here is treatin' me well an' all. I'm sweepin' and keepin' up them northerners clobberin' stadium. Trainin' fellas and lasses here and there and what not. Them's that wants to toss knucks though I'm enjoyin' teachin'.
The nights are the hardest. I wakes up all the time and reach for you. And I get scared and frantic clawin' at the floor I'm sleeping on -- gettin' at them blankets to find you gone. Then I gets all panicked and it takes me a bit to wake enough to realize you're dead and you ain't never gonna be there again. It's them times I want to go drown in my cups and forget again.
I ain't though. I made you a promise and I'm gonna keep it.
It should have never been me, my girl -- I don't deserve this life. I ain't never done nothin' for nobody before. I'm only good onna account I met and you gave me your love. Reckon if it weren't for you I'd never know what them fuzzy stomach knots and that warm flush is whens you rub them mitts over my bald noggin' and give me kisses there on top. You was the one what should been here and it ain't right. It ain't right you had so much to live for. You were so more deservin'. I hope them Gods knows what they got in you.
I'm lost without you. All I gots is your memory and a desire to do good by you. I'm doin' the best I can.
Ain't nothin' I love in this world more than the love I got for you. Ain't know this much feelin' about someone was possible but I feels it.
I love you and I can't wait to be with you again.
Gunther
P.S. If'n you can't send me a sign I understand. I just, you know -- would make it easier knowin' you was there look'n down upon me. I ain't got nothin' to remember you by save my noggin. And you knows how spotty it is. I'm so scared one day I'll wake up and won't remember your face.
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 20, 2019, 7:52 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gilroy
Hm. If I thought a reform was insufficiently radical, I'm not sure my first or third reaction would be to kill the reformer and laud the status quo.
Written By Gilroy
Feb. 20, 2019, 11:48 a.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Say no thank you to the Undying Empire.
Say no thank you to Cardia. This will make the Undying Empire happy.
Hand Brass over to Cardia. This will make Cardia happy.
Then just keep being us.
I have a feeling this wouldn't be a popular option. I expect that there are people who like Brass too much. Having a living legend assure you that thralldom is wrong but an oligarchy is fine allows people to cut a fine line between actual slavery and economic slavery.
Say no thank you to Cardia. This will make the Undying Empire happy.
Hand Brass over to Cardia. This will make Cardia happy.
Then just keep being us.
I have a feeling this wouldn't be a popular option. I expect that there are people who like Brass too much. Having a living legend assure you that thralldom is wrong but an oligarchy is fine allows people to cut a fine line between actual slavery and economic slavery.
Written By Samantha
Feb. 20, 2019, 11:17 a.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
If there's one thing I've learned about identity, (and I'd like to think I know a little something about that) it's that the ultimate definition of who you are is determined by no one else other than yourself. And also as important is the understanding that in addition to what you may choose to call yourself, you also define what that ultimately means.
So while I cannot speak for anyone else, but Shard is who she defines herself to be, and I shall interact with her accordingly.
So while I cannot speak for anyone else, but Shard is who she defines herself to be, and I shall interact with her accordingly.
Written By Cufre
Feb. 20, 2019, 11:10 a.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
friend
Written By Fianna
Feb. 20, 2019, 10:58 a.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Renovations at the Crovane stables are coming along quite nicely. Everything is on schedule and the horses should have a new roof over their heads in just a few short weeks. During this waiting period, I find myself going over the stock that I currently have and debating whether or not I should sell a few of them. I've sold and given horses away in the past and every single time that I do, I cry. It's what I do. I raise them from birth, train them, then find them new homes whenever I can -- which, I admit, isn't as often as it should be. Probably because I cry every time one of them leaves my stable for good. I know I can't keep them all! I'm getting better. Slowly. That being said, I think it's time to determine which horses should be off on new adventures with new partners.
Let's see. I have Bronco (who must go to an experienced rider, please refer to his name for reasons!). Gus and Jasper are a pair and should go together as they would make a wonderful carriage team. Pepper will need someone with an excess of patience. Luna loves to jump over pretty much... everything. Strawberry is as sweet as pie (she's also sister to Rosie). Let's not forget about Cookie, Bramble, and Freckles.
I really need to make a list before I change my mind... and post that I have horses looking for new homes.
Let's see. I have Bronco (who must go to an experienced rider, please refer to his name for reasons!). Gus and Jasper are a pair and should go together as they would make a wonderful carriage team. Pepper will need someone with an excess of patience. Luna loves to jump over pretty much... everything. Strawberry is as sweet as pie (she's also sister to Rosie). Let's not forget about Cookie, Bramble, and Freckles.
I really need to make a list before I change my mind... and post that I have horses looking for new homes.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 20, 2019, 9:43 a.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
I always am happy to make new friends, and to have acquaintances deepen. I look forward to further exploration of things in common, differences and new experiences.
In other news, I slept peacefully last night. I think that is a good thing.
In other news, I slept peacefully last night. I think that is a good thing.
Written By Godric
Feb. 20, 2019, 9:17 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Should I start the cupcake delivery again? Asking for Cujo.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 20, 2019, 9:12 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
I picked up the pen in earnest for the first time the other day. It felt strange to set my hand back to mapping out shapes of incomplete isles and find the holes of our history laid out there. Nothing great, I fear, that would reconstitute the understanding of the Compact since the Reckoning. But a small piece, all the same, that could lead to greater exploration.
Good thing my boots are ready to go.
Good thing my boots are ready to go.
Written By Martino
Feb. 20, 2019, 8:55 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
The naval exercises with my brother, went by excellently.
It was so impressive to see such a diverse group of navies come together and take part. Not a thing went wrong, although I always knew it
would not. His command, the drills and the exercises all went smooth, and I am looking forward now to the next run.
This might not be the last time I am out at sea.
It was so impressive to see such a diverse group of navies come together and take part. Not a thing went wrong, although I always knew it
would not. His command, the drills and the exercises all went smooth, and I am looking forward now to the next run.
This might not be the last time I am out at sea.
Written By Shard
Feb. 20, 2019, 5:13 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
I've always been what I am. None of us, myself included, knew exactly how far that went, but I am what I am and I am who I am, and I didn't suddenly become someone entirely different just because of a revelation at an Assembly. Perceptions are what changed. My bloodline did not.
For the record, I have accepted the title, insofar as I can right now. It's an enormous mess, but it can be worked out.
For the record, I could have walked away from the Valorous Few. I considered it. I've always been largely terrible at being a sellsword. But they're my crew now, and Audric trusted me to handle it. How can I, theoretically, be trusted with an entire kingdom if I can't take care of the people who are my responsibility right this moment?
For the record, it's definitely weird. And awkward. And a mess. I don't disagree. And while I might find it irritating and maybe a little insulting that people would suddenly find me extra-foreign and untrustworthy because of where my family originally came from, it's only really a step up from just being normal foreign and untrustworthy because of where /I/ came from.
I'm not a very reassuring person by nature, but I'll offer this: none of my positions or opinions, like them or hate them, have changed. None of my priorities have changed; they might expand in the future, but they haven't /changed/. And I think, honestly, though I've certainly made missteps and mistakes, what I've done since arriving here in the Compact largely speaks for itself.
For the record, I have accepted the title, insofar as I can right now. It's an enormous mess, but it can be worked out.
For the record, I could have walked away from the Valorous Few. I considered it. I've always been largely terrible at being a sellsword. But they're my crew now, and Audric trusted me to handle it. How can I, theoretically, be trusted with an entire kingdom if I can't take care of the people who are my responsibility right this moment?
For the record, it's definitely weird. And awkward. And a mess. I don't disagree. And while I might find it irritating and maybe a little insulting that people would suddenly find me extra-foreign and untrustworthy because of where my family originally came from, it's only really a step up from just being normal foreign and untrustworthy because of where /I/ came from.
I'm not a very reassuring person by nature, but I'll offer this: none of my positions or opinions, like them or hate them, have changed. None of my priorities have changed; they might expand in the future, but they haven't /changed/. And I think, honestly, though I've certainly made missteps and mistakes, what I've done since arriving here in the Compact largely speaks for itself.
Written By Bhandn
Feb. 20, 2019, 1 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
I never thought I'd find myself /wanting/ to go to a competition involving pies. So much has changed in this past year. She would have been one of the first to try and bury my face in one, and probably everyone else there too, laughing and squealing when she was coated in the juice of berries herself. I can see it as if it had really happened that way, even though it did not. She'd be happy to hear that a part of me found it fun. It made the ache go down less.
I'm trying. That was what I promised, wasn't it?
I'm trying. That was what I promised, wasn't it?
Written By Zeriax
Feb. 20, 2019, 12:51 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
Look at me go, Captain.
Threw some knives and got myself all cut up at the Sip n' Spar, hosted by the gracious Princess Valencia Velenosa. The event was a wonderful success! My date and I had a wonderful time (I'm kidding Princess You Know Who, I just want to make you blush). I drank and drank, and was obnoxious and loud. Quite the excuse, 'Oh, he's just a rowdy commoner', and 'he's how many ales in?'. There was great company, great conversation, and a number of others I had yet to make proper introductions with. To those of you who were present, but I had not interacted with on any meaningful level, I will see you in the coming days. As Count Athaur Rivenshari, Lady Mikani Redreef, and Princess Roxana Grayson can attest to, I was in fact, not as brutish and obnoxious as I made myself out to be. The showman you saw on the cutting room floor, however, was entirely me. Perhaps I will speak with this 'Caspian' fellow? I much enjoyed performing, even though I was leaving myself open to getting stabbed. Everywhere.
Watching the fights in the arena was quite the experience as well, and to the Whisper who would simply not die, I say this; May Lagoma forever watch over you. I think you'll need it, the way you took all-comers. You took on some of the best known fighters in the compact, if I'm to believe the words that night, and still managed to stand back up for more. It's truly admirable. The next time you and I have a rematch, don't be surprised if you're laid out again though. I hear I'm a good lay.
Oh, is that not how the saying goes?
My mistake, sorry. If only there was a way to white out the ink I put upon these pages to start again. Oh well. Aside from taking part in a fun night at the Hart, I also had a ''wonderful'' home cooked dinner, prepared by Sis. She's one of Natalia Whisper's aides, and certainly knows her dishes. Plenty of conversation over the dinner table, rounding out another pleasant evening. Not quite as exciting as the Sip n' Spar, but not everything has to be full-gallop all day everyday. It was relaxing.
This new day seemed to be entirely reserved for participating with the community. After my morning exercises at the Training Center (Thank you again for the recommendation Lord Domonico Malvici), I quickly made my way to the Society of Explorer's Charter Hall. I set up as many decorations as I could, and set out the drinks and other refreshments I 'borrowed' from the Academy. And other places. I'll replace those bottles Natalia, don't you worry. Compared to the impressive decorative skills of many of our more prestigious interior designers, my little bits of coloured string and re-arrangement of pre-existing chairs, tables, and chalkboards was rather paltry. Even so, I think the coloured chalk was a nice touch, and people seemed to enjoy it. Explorers gathered in a slow trickle in, popping in and out throughout the day, rather than all at once. I suppose that was only to be expected, considering our line of work, but overall it felt like a success. People came together. Shared their time and experiences with each other, as was the intent, and all left having learned something about their fellow colleagues. Not to mention we learned about...well, I'm sure you'll all just have to read about it in The Stacks, now won't you? Say hello to Marquessa Sasha Sana, and take joy in her new-found wellness.
After our Meet n' Greet between Explorers, I tore off my tunic (Pulled it off carefully and folded it neatly) and sprinted full tilt towards the War of the Berries. For days I'd been looking forward to throwing pies at people, if not actually getting pied myself. On the way there, it was a little awkward but I changed out of my nice pants silk pants and into my lounging pants from home, much to the...I would say horror, but I'm sure the maidens in the street were more impressed and appreciative of what they witnessed while I was in transition between states of dress. Then I pied some other fair maidens in the face, once I arrived. By the time I made my presence known, there were many others who were already covered in berry juices, and ''somehow'' I remained entirely berry-free. Another excuse to run around without my shirt on through the streets, I suppose. Not that any of the maidens really minded. I even managed to win a prize! Never before have I ever had in my possession a ''perfume''. This one is called 'Winter's Grove'. It smells nice, but that's the point I suppose. Lady Lorna Deepwood, many thanks for your contributions. Not only is my wardrobe and my face making the transition from wild man to civilized citizen, but now I will smell like one as well.
Not that I'm going to remain this way for too long. Don't worry, Archeress. I may wear the clothes, the aromas, and the cleaner cuts...but this heart will never be tamed.
I exchanged words with miss Penrose, thanking her for her contribution. One could tell much love and care went into baking those pies, so I thought it only right I take a couple extra for my Patron, her man, and her attendees, Sis and Podraig. They're delicious, trust me. Or, more like, trust Lady Peri Seliki and Lady Kaia Bisland. They should know first hand how they taste, after all. Thank you once again to the gracious host and hostess of the event, Lady Delilah Whitehawk, and Duke Malcolm Shepherd. It was berry nice.
Now we just have to start planning for the one with all the (the rest of this section is blotted out entirely with black ink, as if to cover up what was written after the fact). It'll be wonderful, and I think I know just who else to invite.
Threw some knives and got myself all cut up at the Sip n' Spar, hosted by the gracious Princess Valencia Velenosa. The event was a wonderful success! My date and I had a wonderful time (I'm kidding Princess You Know Who, I just want to make you blush). I drank and drank, and was obnoxious and loud. Quite the excuse, 'Oh, he's just a rowdy commoner', and 'he's how many ales in?'. There was great company, great conversation, and a number of others I had yet to make proper introductions with. To those of you who were present, but I had not interacted with on any meaningful level, I will see you in the coming days. As Count Athaur Rivenshari, Lady Mikani Redreef, and Princess Roxana Grayson can attest to, I was in fact, not as brutish and obnoxious as I made myself out to be. The showman you saw on the cutting room floor, however, was entirely me. Perhaps I will speak with this 'Caspian' fellow? I much enjoyed performing, even though I was leaving myself open to getting stabbed. Everywhere.
Watching the fights in the arena was quite the experience as well, and to the Whisper who would simply not die, I say this; May Lagoma forever watch over you. I think you'll need it, the way you took all-comers. You took on some of the best known fighters in the compact, if I'm to believe the words that night, and still managed to stand back up for more. It's truly admirable. The next time you and I have a rematch, don't be surprised if you're laid out again though. I hear I'm a good lay.
Oh, is that not how the saying goes?
My mistake, sorry. If only there was a way to white out the ink I put upon these pages to start again. Oh well. Aside from taking part in a fun night at the Hart, I also had a ''wonderful'' home cooked dinner, prepared by Sis. She's one of Natalia Whisper's aides, and certainly knows her dishes. Plenty of conversation over the dinner table, rounding out another pleasant evening. Not quite as exciting as the Sip n' Spar, but not everything has to be full-gallop all day everyday. It was relaxing.
This new day seemed to be entirely reserved for participating with the community. After my morning exercises at the Training Center (Thank you again for the recommendation Lord Domonico Malvici), I quickly made my way to the Society of Explorer's Charter Hall. I set up as many decorations as I could, and set out the drinks and other refreshments I 'borrowed' from the Academy. And other places. I'll replace those bottles Natalia, don't you worry. Compared to the impressive decorative skills of many of our more prestigious interior designers, my little bits of coloured string and re-arrangement of pre-existing chairs, tables, and chalkboards was rather paltry. Even so, I think the coloured chalk was a nice touch, and people seemed to enjoy it. Explorers gathered in a slow trickle in, popping in and out throughout the day, rather than all at once. I suppose that was only to be expected, considering our line of work, but overall it felt like a success. People came together. Shared their time and experiences with each other, as was the intent, and all left having learned something about their fellow colleagues. Not to mention we learned about...well, I'm sure you'll all just have to read about it in The Stacks, now won't you? Say hello to Marquessa Sasha Sana, and take joy in her new-found wellness.
After our Meet n' Greet between Explorers, I tore off my tunic (Pulled it off carefully and folded it neatly) and sprinted full tilt towards the War of the Berries. For days I'd been looking forward to throwing pies at people, if not actually getting pied myself. On the way there, it was a little awkward but I changed out of my nice pants silk pants and into my lounging pants from home, much to the...I would say horror, but I'm sure the maidens in the street were more impressed and appreciative of what they witnessed while I was in transition between states of dress. Then I pied some other fair maidens in the face, once I arrived. By the time I made my presence known, there were many others who were already covered in berry juices, and ''somehow'' I remained entirely berry-free. Another excuse to run around without my shirt on through the streets, I suppose. Not that any of the maidens really minded. I even managed to win a prize! Never before have I ever had in my possession a ''perfume''. This one is called 'Winter's Grove'. It smells nice, but that's the point I suppose. Lady Lorna Deepwood, many thanks for your contributions. Not only is my wardrobe and my face making the transition from wild man to civilized citizen, but now I will smell like one as well.
Not that I'm going to remain this way for too long. Don't worry, Archeress. I may wear the clothes, the aromas, and the cleaner cuts...but this heart will never be tamed.
I exchanged words with miss Penrose, thanking her for her contribution. One could tell much love and care went into baking those pies, so I thought it only right I take a couple extra for my Patron, her man, and her attendees, Sis and Podraig. They're delicious, trust me. Or, more like, trust Lady Peri Seliki and Lady Kaia Bisland. They should know first hand how they taste, after all. Thank you once again to the gracious host and hostess of the event, Lady Delilah Whitehawk, and Duke Malcolm Shepherd. It was berry nice.
Now we just have to start planning for the one with all the (the rest of this section is blotted out entirely with black ink, as if to cover up what was written after the fact). It'll be wonderful, and I think I know just who else to invite.
Written By Sparte
Feb. 19, 2019, 11:18 p.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
I like the purple of a hill covered in bellflowers, the rustling petals in a breeze that are as soft as they are plentiful. The perfect bed for a tired shepherd. Purple rolling down like a splash of paint across a tilted canvas, a canvas that same shepherd would roll down given the chance.
So that is my favorite color. No mystery needed.
So that is my favorite color. No mystery needed.
Written By Perronne
Feb. 19, 2019, 9:57 p.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincenzo
After a conversation in the tavern, and now reading a particular journal, I absolutely challenge Vincenzo Villente to make cabbages the new fashion in Arx. Whether that is pink cabbage hats, or cabbage dresses, or whatever!
This is a thing that should happen, and I will happily promise him a reasonable boon of his choice if he chooses to take up the challenge and succeeds. If he's interested, he can contact me so that we might determine the terms of success!
This is a thing that should happen, and I will happily promise him a reasonable boon of his choice if he chooses to take up the challenge and succeeds. If he's interested, he can contact me so that we might determine the terms of success!
Written By Thena
Feb. 19, 2019, 9:15 p.m.(8/8/1010 AR)
I'm weary of symbolic gestures. I feel so much better in the realm of the tangible, where I can strike an enemy and see him fall.
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