Written By Cristoph
Oct. 21, 2018, 8:06 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Nicia
Written By Esoka
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Written By Gwenna
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tabitha
Written By Lisebet
Oct. 21, 2018, 6:55 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Written By Ouida
Oct. 21, 2018, 6:09 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunniva
Written By Silas
Oct. 21, 2018, 6:04 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
I have no doubt my family and I can accomplish anything we set our minds to.
Written By Simone
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:51 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
Written By Harper
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Still feels a little weird having a family, but a good kinda weird!
Written By Magnus
Oct. 21, 2018, 5:15 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Volcica
Written By Michael
Oct. 21, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
Written By Coraline
Oct. 21, 2018, 3:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Meriah
Written By Ouida
Oct. 21, 2018, 2:41 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
When I was a child, I would steal away from the manor and down to the harbor, to find a perch near the docks to watch the comings and goings, to see the swabbies at work late into the night, the secret and not so secret assignations met and tendered nearby, late merchant's apprentices visits and drunken sailors returning from a night of carousing, singing loudly and holding each other at least semi-upright and sometimes passing their own ship thrice or more before finding it in the darkness. Sometimes I stayed long enough to see the boatswain and riggers return to their duties, when darkness was retreating quickly and the sun's light once more stained the sky. It was not long before I was too big and ungainly a girl to make much use of high small hiding places, however.
When I was a squire attending my knight, it was often slipping out of our camp once my duties of the evening was done, something he turned a benevolent blind eye to, I now understand, so long as he deemed it safe enough. Then, I would spend time at each fire that would have me. Tasting their beer or libations offered, sharing stories, learning new manners of insulting people, listening to tales of embellished deeds. It was easy to find enough company, and enough variety, and if nothing else, many steps to lull the mind and body ready for sleep, or at least some semblance of rest.
When I was knighted, and then in service, it was not so very different, save for now I was the one turning a benevolent eye to my squires' antics; and enjoying the visits of others, listening to their hopeful tales, gossiping about their masters, and of course visits from old friends and rivals alike, depending upon how the winds and whims of our lieges had shifted.
Now I am no longer simply a knight, if there ever is anything "simple" about it. Each night a warm and soft comfortable bed awaits me in my comfortable quarters. I enjoy the most lively and entrancing company, when I seek it. There is the joy and ache of constant training, for myself, or for others. Enough sums and ciphers to make my eyes cross and my thoughts numb. I have my winsome sister to escort when my brother is busy with his work of the evening, which is quite frequent. All these things are a great delight, and I am not so foolish as to wish them away for some gilded memory of the past.
But where does one go in the large city, when the mind is still prowling, and the household is quiet. When one's sweet lover of the evening is snoring companionably and should not be disturbed for some desire and restlessness that one would be unable to name. Or the lights in the rooms of everyone else in the household have been extinguished.
I walk through the streets both low and high, visit the many gardens resplendent and still fragrant even in the autumn night. I listen to the laughter pouring from various establishments as the people come and go from them. The heartbeat and rhythm of the city moves on around and through me, but rest remains elusive.
Written By Luca
Oct. 21, 2018, 2:10 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
I'm exceedingly proud of her. I always tell her, do as I say, not as I do. That's really taking her far!
I'm confident the new Countess has what it takes to see through the work she started as a Voice, which has already been considerable.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Written By Klaus
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:33 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Did not die, even after I had sent a drunk messenger to the High Lord telling him I was stealing a ship and a princess at one point.
Meet with voice of my house telling them I wanted to open marriage negotiations, and the fact I stole a ship and princess at one point from my hope to soon be betrothed's house
Did not die
Tried to start a debate in the bar which caters to my soon to be betrothed's house about how Brown Nut Ale was clearly the superior drink, and how I was going to marry their princess. Or well I wanted to marry their princess,
Die not die though the threat of being stuffed in a barrel of rum and being made to drink my way to life was on the table
I know I am a soldier, but I really do think I need to redefine my measure of success to be more than "Not dying".
Written By Klaus
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:28 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Written By Cambria
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Written By Luca
Oct. 21, 2018, 12:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
Written By Sabella
Oct. 21, 2018, 12:35 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
I just can't wait!
Written By Helena
Oct. 21, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
And of course, not a small amount of fine northern whiskey. We are Redrains, after all.
My sisters and cousins, either by blood or by bond, as much as I love the north, it is not home without my favorite people in it.
O, and let it be known, Artur is now the Pajama Prince (you're welcome).
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