Written By Nurie
Oct. 28, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
I suppose I should grant myself the patience that is so often reserved for others.
But how it is that still sometimes I am so filled with anger and grief and guilt as much as I am with longing to hear your voice, as sharp as it might have been, or to feel the distracted pat of affection upon my head or hand?
Tonight as I worked on a new gown for a kind lady your age, I found my needle strayed and drew blood because of the sudden tears that came unbidden to my eyes.
Do I want to know the truth behind why you are no longer here? Yes, if for no other reason that so long as we do not know, my beloved ones are still not safe, from the hand that wielded the knife nor from the whispers that follow.
Once there were two Ruins of House Tessere living. Now there is but one. And despite all, she misses you.
But how it is that still sometimes I am so filled with anger and grief and guilt as much as I am with longing to hear your voice, as sharp as it might have been, or to feel the distracted pat of affection upon my head or hand?
Tonight as I worked on a new gown for a kind lady your age, I found my needle strayed and drew blood because of the sudden tears that came unbidden to my eyes.
Do I want to know the truth behind why you are no longer here? Yes, if for no other reason that so long as we do not know, my beloved ones are still not safe, from the hand that wielded the knife nor from the whispers that follow.
Once there were two Ruins of House Tessere living. Now there is but one. And despite all, she misses you.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 28, 2018, 8:51 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Here's a gross one:
"Take a live snail and rub its slime against the burn and it will heal."
Gosh does it gross them out too. Ha Ha Ha.
"Take a live snail and rub its slime against the burn and it will heal."
Gosh does it gross them out too. Ha Ha Ha.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 28, 2018, 8:49 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Recipe for an ointment to cure headaches and pains in the joints:
- Take equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek.
- Pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle.
- Keep the mixture in a brass pot until it is a dark red colour.
- Strain it through a cloth and smear on the forehead or aching joints.
- Take equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek.
- Pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle.
- Keep the mixture in a brass pot until it is a dark red colour.
- Strain it through a cloth and smear on the forehead or aching joints.
Written By Audric
Oct. 28, 2018, 5:31 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I don't often document my dreams, but my cousin does. I had one that I thought was significant, so I'll write it down.
I had a dream of blood. Of warfare, of the struggle of blade against blade. Knee-deep in gore, and sinking ever deeper, with no end in sight. I dreamt that I had to keep wading forward, gleeful and with my teeth bared and swords in hand, succeeding against impossible odds, never getting to rest.
Odd.
I had a dream of blood. Of warfare, of the struggle of blade against blade. Knee-deep in gore, and sinking ever deeper, with no end in sight. I dreamt that I had to keep wading forward, gleeful and with my teeth bared and swords in hand, succeeding against impossible odds, never getting to rest.
Odd.
Written By Karadoc
Oct. 28, 2018, 1:12 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I drew out a terrible sketch for a rather strange idea that I had, and under the direction of messere Bell's workshop, it has taken form --
I wasn't expecting to have a companion to accompany me, however, I'm learning that it's better than to agree with my new friend rather than argue.
Ah, but the best part?
-- Another mask needs to be made.
I know exactly what it's going to be.
I wasn't expecting to have a companion to accompany me, however, I'm learning that it's better than to agree with my new friend rather than argue.
Ah, but the best part?
-- Another mask needs to be made.
I know exactly what it's going to be.
Written By Faruq
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Things that are said, cannot be unsaid. Neither are things that were never said.
Learned this today.
Learned this today.
Written By Pharamond
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Emily
Oh boy...so there was drinking. It's fine, there's always drinking. And then there was dancing, then there was showing off dancing, and then there was 'why don't I go out with the rangers into the forest.' Because...Gild knows I have the survival skills of a peanut. But no, we'll just go traipse along with the rangers. <<Every stupid thing a man does is usually to impress a girl>> So said my father. Good job proving him right...-again-. Still...it was a nice walk home. Best part of an amazing party. Bar none. Now I'm going to sleep and ignore the sound of my father in my head just laaaaaaughing.
Written By Mailys
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I have run into quite a few people who have been eager for a drink. Perhaps I should get back into learning special brews?
Written By Pharamond
Oct. 28, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
So far, there have been many fascinating and exciting members of this Compact that I have met. Few hold such promise as Lady Orelia Stonewood. She is brash, brave, brazen, and bold. She has the grace of a falcon and the ferocity of a lioness. She has secrets, as we all do and those I can accept. She is, however, in my opinion, one of the people who can most greatly impact this Compact for better or worse and I will accept all of our playful banter if it means she allows me to help strengthen her for what is to come.
Written By Pharamond
Oct. 28, 2018, midnight(11/20/1009 AR)
So far, there have been many fascinating and exciting members of this Compact that I have met. Few hold such promise as Lady Orelia Stonewood. She is brash, brave, brazen, and bold. She has the grace of a falcon and the ferocity of a lioness. She has secrets, as we all do and those I can accept. She is, however, in my opinion, one of the people who can most greatly impact this Compact for better or worse and I will accept all of our playful banter if it means she allows me to help strengthen her for what is to come.
Written By Elora
Oct. 27, 2018, 11:37 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Liara
That was a magnificent ball! Thank you again for the invitation. There was great food, dancing, even little prizes. Just wonderful.
Written By Amari
Oct. 27, 2018, 10:10 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Veronica
I'm very happy you have returned from afar. I know catching bandits is very important work, and there's no shortage, but I like having you closer by. Welcome back!
Written By Harlex
Oct. 27, 2018, 9:58 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
I once heard the story of a young man named William whose father died from falling out of his saddle and whose mother raised him to be good and honest and to mean no others harm.
But he grew wild with wonderlust, as some young do.
So one day he shined his leather boots and he combed his dark hair and he put on his fine steel sword which he had saved for since he was twelve years old.
And his mother, helpless to his need for the wider world, begged him not to go. Above all to not take that sword. That he may be mistaken for a mercenary or some sort of fighter or troublemaker.
William wouldn't hear of it, he said he was a man. He laughed and kissed her forehead. He said he can draw a sword quick and he can thrust straight. But he would never use it without good cause. He said, you raised me right. And he rode out to town on his own. His mother surely wept.
All the way he sang. He smiled. He went into the tavern, he ordered a drink. He felt courage after his first drink. His hand, which had been shaking, calmed. He felt a sudden boldness and assurance that, at last, freedom was his and he had become a man.
Then a vagrant swordsman, blown into town, made it a point to laugh at him. Greenhorn, he called him. He asked if he named his sword. Trying to be genial, William gave a boyish grin.
"Bravery." The young man said.
But the swordsman only laughed. It was unkind. Deep into his drink, the vagrant said. "Ought to call it Untested." And his grin was bitter. "Or Bloodless."
Filled with rage, William went for his sword. Bravery. But the swordsman wasn't just some drunk. A hardcase killer long in the tooth. He pulled his blade fast and before William could even grip proper--he was dead. Heartblood pouring from his chest wound.
The crowd gathered. They saw his eyes, cloudy blue, fade unto Death. And all he could say in his last words was, "Sorry, ma." And he died.
So it went. So it always goes.
The story of that little grave just outside that little town is worth remembering. He's worth remembering.
But he grew wild with wonderlust, as some young do.
So one day he shined his leather boots and he combed his dark hair and he put on his fine steel sword which he had saved for since he was twelve years old.
And his mother, helpless to his need for the wider world, begged him not to go. Above all to not take that sword. That he may be mistaken for a mercenary or some sort of fighter or troublemaker.
William wouldn't hear of it, he said he was a man. He laughed and kissed her forehead. He said he can draw a sword quick and he can thrust straight. But he would never use it without good cause. He said, you raised me right. And he rode out to town on his own. His mother surely wept.
All the way he sang. He smiled. He went into the tavern, he ordered a drink. He felt courage after his first drink. His hand, which had been shaking, calmed. He felt a sudden boldness and assurance that, at last, freedom was his and he had become a man.
Then a vagrant swordsman, blown into town, made it a point to laugh at him. Greenhorn, he called him. He asked if he named his sword. Trying to be genial, William gave a boyish grin.
"Bravery." The young man said.
But the swordsman only laughed. It was unkind. Deep into his drink, the vagrant said. "Ought to call it Untested." And his grin was bitter. "Or Bloodless."
Filled with rage, William went for his sword. Bravery. But the swordsman wasn't just some drunk. A hardcase killer long in the tooth. He pulled his blade fast and before William could even grip proper--he was dead. Heartblood pouring from his chest wound.
The crowd gathered. They saw his eyes, cloudy blue, fade unto Death. And all he could say in his last words was, "Sorry, ma." And he died.
So it went. So it always goes.
The story of that little grave just outside that little town is worth remembering. He's worth remembering.
Written By Kenna
Oct. 27, 2018, 9:55 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Bedivere
I danced at the Grayson Ball with my dearest uncle Bedivere. I'll treasure every moment of it, even the one that sent me spinning into Lady Emily Deepwood.
I admire him so much. After all of his sorrows he still gets up in the morning and serves Whitehawk so admirably.
I am so blessed to have such good people to look up to.
I admire him so much. After all of his sorrows he still gets up in the morning and serves Whitehawk so admirably.
I am so blessed to have such good people to look up to.
Written By Sabella
Oct. 27, 2018, 8:57 p.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Princess Liara's ball was the perfect way to spend a few hours, but I missed my new baby dearly and no one warned me about some aspects of being a new mother. I really hope this baby is hungry!
Written By Caspian
Oct. 27, 2018, 6:47 p.m.(11/19/1009 AR)
Because I want it written down so that I or anyone else can never forget this, two days ago Sable saved my life and died while doing it. When I was climbing down from a tree an arrow was shot at me by a cultist and she pushed me out of the way and took the arrow straight to the heart. I'm thankful for what she did, and find a little comfort that in her heroic act she died without suffering.
Written By Iseulet
Oct. 27, 2018, 6:39 p.m.(11/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
Wonderful mask acquired for the upcoming masquerade and in /amazing/ time, too. I couldn't be more pleased - I will /definitely/ be making it to my first masquerade soon.
Master Apollo is certainly a delight, too. I can't wait to annoy him with more commissions in the future.
Master Apollo is certainly a delight, too. I can't wait to annoy him with more commissions in the future.
Written By Perronne
Oct. 27, 2018, 3:19 p.m.(11/19/1009 AR)
Days like these, I miss my father, and hope that he's doing well back home. I get letters on occasion, and send them as well. And I send birthday gifts and the like. But I haven't been home in a decade, and it's kinda weird how I can only sort of remember his face. His eyes are brown, like mine, eyebrows much bushier, like great blond caterpillars stuck to his face. (Please, gods, let him never get to Arx and read this journal!) But other than that, the details are a little fuzzy. I remember his voice better, the strength of his hugs, the heavy weight of his stare when I messed up. I won't say I messed up a LOT, but there's a reason I remember it really well.
My mother is both easier and harder to remember. My half-siblings I barely know at all. Only the oldest, and we weren't encouraged to spend much time together. But I do still remember events with the family, especially in the fall. Harvest feasts, and local festivals put on jointly by the Church and my mother's family. I remember laughter, and getting a BIT tipsy on fermented cider. (It was very good cider! I don't think it's fair for it also to be that potent. Unfair!)
I don't even know why I'm writing this, really. I am just sitting in front of my hearth while the winds howl outside, and thinking about things! Many things!
My mother is both easier and harder to remember. My half-siblings I barely know at all. Only the oldest, and we weren't encouraged to spend much time together. But I do still remember events with the family, especially in the fall. Harvest feasts, and local festivals put on jointly by the Church and my mother's family. I remember laughter, and getting a BIT tipsy on fermented cider. (It was very good cider! I don't think it's fair for it also to be that potent. Unfair!)
I don't even know why I'm writing this, really. I am just sitting in front of my hearth while the winds howl outside, and thinking about things! Many things!
Written By Miranda
Oct. 27, 2018, 11:46 a.m.(11/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Luis
It is good to have managed a thing with as little bloodshed as possible.
My Lord, you did right by your lands and your people. I hope your Marquessa is proud!
I know I am.
My Lord, you did right by your lands and your people. I hope your Marquessa is proud!
I know I am.
Written By Miranda
Oct. 27, 2018, 11:45 a.m.(11/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
Hah!
Open your eyes! That's me standing over you with my sword to your throat!
Open your eyes! That's me standing over you with my sword to your throat!
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