Written By Amari
Oct. 16, 2018, 1:16 a.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
So there's Queens of Silver and Empresses of Coin, but I'm simply Minister of Finance? This really won't do at all.
I'll need a new title that while more impressive, still has a humble and staid character that represents well the sober responsibilities of the position. Something that assures others that they're dealing with a capable and experienced official with a suitably keen mind for economics and the discretion and honor required for fair and equitable trade.
Perhaps, something like: Her Most Excellent, Queen Amari, the Peerless Grand Princess of Coin and Supreme Silver Sovereign, Blessed First Treasurer and Holy Golden Arbiter of Trade.
Also, and this was the reason I stopped here initially, I wanted to record the fact that Baron Norwood is the best. If you happen to read this, thank you again for the cake. It really cheered me up.
I'll need a new title that while more impressive, still has a humble and staid character that represents well the sober responsibilities of the position. Something that assures others that they're dealing with a capable and experienced official with a suitably keen mind for economics and the discretion and honor required for fair and equitable trade.
Perhaps, something like: Her Most Excellent, Queen Amari, the Peerless Grand Princess of Coin and Supreme Silver Sovereign, Blessed First Treasurer and Holy Golden Arbiter of Trade.
Also, and this was the reason I stopped here initially, I wanted to record the fact that Baron Norwood is the best. If you happen to read this, thank you again for the cake. It really cheered me up.
Written By Coraline
Oct. 16, 2018, 12:49 a.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Age and wisdom.
Two things I have thought long on the past few months. I have met, and spoken to many wise people. I have met and spoken to many who thought themselves wise. And I have questioned how wisdom is obtained.
Wisdom is a journey and I have come to realize that age does not denote wisdom. Experience is a tool, a thing that can be used to gain wisdom but how you use that tool is what opens the door to success, not guarantee you will step through it.
It is a funny thing the expectations laid upon one who is rather young, and one who is old. The young are expected to throw themselves into trouble with wild abandon, to lack the forethought to think through situations, to be reckless never thinking beyond the action or the moment, the impatience to want it all now. There are times I find myself personifying all of that and yet...and yet it is not the whole of the tale.
Many things are learned in war, many things that words are incapable of describing properly. In many ways one might be no older than they would have been without those experiences, but in other ways it changes you. I wonder, in what ways did it change me? And how have those changes perhaps continued.
I have found that moving away from direct fighting and more into command has been both fulfilling and...there is the desire to be part of it all still. Sending out your people, worrying about them, putting everything into making sure they return safely and successfully. It is a strange amalgam of emotion that I am still coming to understand. But oh how I wish I could be there beside them.
Two things I have thought long on the past few months. I have met, and spoken to many wise people. I have met and spoken to many who thought themselves wise. And I have questioned how wisdom is obtained.
Wisdom is a journey and I have come to realize that age does not denote wisdom. Experience is a tool, a thing that can be used to gain wisdom but how you use that tool is what opens the door to success, not guarantee you will step through it.
It is a funny thing the expectations laid upon one who is rather young, and one who is old. The young are expected to throw themselves into trouble with wild abandon, to lack the forethought to think through situations, to be reckless never thinking beyond the action or the moment, the impatience to want it all now. There are times I find myself personifying all of that and yet...and yet it is not the whole of the tale.
Many things are learned in war, many things that words are incapable of describing properly. In many ways one might be no older than they would have been without those experiences, but in other ways it changes you. I wonder, in what ways did it change me? And how have those changes perhaps continued.
I have found that moving away from direct fighting and more into command has been both fulfilling and...there is the desire to be part of it all still. Sending out your people, worrying about them, putting everything into making sure they return safely and successfully. It is a strange amalgam of emotion that I am still coming to understand. But oh how I wish I could be there beside them.
Written By Audric
Oct. 16, 2018, 12:28 a.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lys
They were literally on your bed. Not -everything- that you misplace is because of me!
Written By Skye
Oct. 16, 2018, 12:24 a.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It gives me great joy to hear that Lord Darrow Darkwater's statue is going to be add soon to the Hall of Heroes.
He helped me on my journey to rebuild Blackshore and I can never repay him for that kindness.
He helped me on my journey to rebuild Blackshore and I can never repay him for that kindness.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 15, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
Darrow was not my patron for very long, in the grand scheme of things. We were only just beginning to get to know each other when the man died. In fact, I remember the last thing we ever talked about was Abbas after he was denobled, in where I pissed him off; he seemed to think Abbas was not given the respect he deserved.
Since I learned about the effort to get his statue built, I've been working hard towards the effort. And now we are almost there. His bravery inspired me, and I want people to remember him for his bravery.
Since I learned about the effort to get his statue built, I've been working hard towards the effort. And now we are almost there. His bravery inspired me, and I want people to remember him for his bravery.
Written By Jeffeth
Oct. 15, 2018, 11:25 p.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
Well said, My Lord. I wish all those who held swords or warpicks viewed it the same as you. Also thank you for the candy that one time.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 15, 2018, 11:10 p.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I'm impressed with the way he is handling Saik finances. Saving and trading writs, negotiating them for silver to help cover barony expenses and atop that he is thoughtful. Such a lovely gift of little dragonfly earrings brightened the day.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 15, 2018, 11:07 p.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Neilda
Interesting young woman, Estaban's youngest sister. We moved her into her other sister's room since Arcelia had married out of family and got her set up with armor and a weapon as gifts from Karadoc and myself. We are trying to make her feel welcome, wanted, and wish to make a home with us. Estaban wanted us to watch out for his family. I hope she will be happy here. I love her like another sister, she's family, but hope in time we will become close friends, too.
Written By Victus
Oct. 15, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
With this raging fire of Telmar and Swords ongoing, one part of the Champion's tale has been struck deep in my mind. I'm getting tired of being irritated by it, so I take the time to vent.
Members of peerage acted no better than street thugs when they took it upon themselves to form a group then attack and damn near maim a commoner. Whether or not she held a priceless heirloom does not justify these actions, especially when the damn thing was willfully handed over rather than torn out of its holder's hands. I can think of few things more fucking abhorrent than having taken a loss of pride so hard that you and a crew needs to beat the hell out of a woman who defeated you cleanly.
If you must use your power to put your boot on the throats of those below you, when they committed no crime worthy of it, you're no better than rabble. We must be better than that.
Members of peerage acted no better than street thugs when they took it upon themselves to form a group then attack and damn near maim a commoner. Whether or not she held a priceless heirloom does not justify these actions, especially when the damn thing was willfully handed over rather than torn out of its holder's hands. I can think of few things more fucking abhorrent than having taken a loss of pride so hard that you and a crew needs to beat the hell out of a woman who defeated you cleanly.
If you must use your power to put your boot on the throats of those below you, when they committed no crime worthy of it, you're no better than rabble. We must be better than that.
Written By Fairen
Oct. 15, 2018, 8:02 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gerard
Is this to say that you believe House Telmar thinks so little of claims against their honor that they will not entertain them in the least bit?
I simply would like to make clear your understanding of House Telmar, and how little they seem to value their honor, based on your written words.
I simply would like to make clear your understanding of House Telmar, and how little they seem to value their honor, based on your written words.
Written By Juniper
Oct. 15, 2018, 6:39 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
I’ve accidentally stumbled into precipitating the adoption of a plant into the Nox’alfar royal family. All hail Prince Percy Plantel’Noctis of the Twilight Court, long may he blossom.
My mother is going to be so proud. Her youngest all grown up to be Juniper Whisper, Princemaker!
My mother is going to be so proud. Her youngest all grown up to be Juniper Whisper, Princemaker!
Written By Eleyna
Oct. 15, 2018, 6:23 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
I received a gift this week. An image of Serafine, carved amethyst. The likeness was breath-taking.
I get through most of my days forgetting that I'm never going to see her living face again. Hear her laugh. See that impish twinkle in her eyes as she was about to do something that would drive me insane.
Then I remember everything I miss and I'm left thinking of the nightmare of her final moments. She should have died an old woman in her bed, cackling over her past adventures. Not like she did. No one should die like that.
For her, I've sought to turn the endless guilt I feel over her death into a promise to spare others from it. For myself, I cling to the guilt because I don't want to forget it. I don't want to forget *her*.
I put the brooch in the gallery with the other portraits of our family.
The world will always be darker without you, sister.
I get through most of my days forgetting that I'm never going to see her living face again. Hear her laugh. See that impish twinkle in her eyes as she was about to do something that would drive me insane.
Then I remember everything I miss and I'm left thinking of the nightmare of her final moments. She should have died an old woman in her bed, cackling over her past adventures. Not like she did. No one should die like that.
For her, I've sought to turn the endless guilt I feel over her death into a promise to spare others from it. For myself, I cling to the guilt because I don't want to forget it. I don't want to forget *her*.
I put the brooch in the gallery with the other portraits of our family.
The world will always be darker without you, sister.
Written By Lys
Oct. 15, 2018, 5:33 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Baron Audric de Lire, Captain-General of the Valorous Few,
Give them back or I shall be very cross with you. Weapons are sacred and you know it!
Yours,
Lady Lys de Lire
Voice of Afflua, and EMPRESS of Coin
Give them back or I shall be very cross with you. Weapons are sacred and you know it!
Yours,
Lady Lys de Lire
Voice of Afflua, and EMPRESS of Coin
Written By Meriah
Oct. 15, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Medicine is difficult. It isn't exact. Most of what we know, we learn through observation.
The _sound_ of a cough. Or the _look_ of a complexion.
Really, we learn most of what we know from the dead. Gracious-they-be.
Muscles. Vessels. Organs. Bones.
We owe so much to the dead. Their lessons, their mistakes. Their memories.
Fairchild, sweet girl. I haven't forgotten you. I visit you every chance I get at that little stone.
Your mother is doing fine, she is. I check on her when I'm able.
I make sure she comes in for check ups every so often. I do what I can.
You taught me that I can't win them all. And that was a hard lesson to learn.
But I'll always be grateful to you.
So--Thanks, kid.
The _sound_ of a cough. Or the _look_ of a complexion.
Really, we learn most of what we know from the dead. Gracious-they-be.
Muscles. Vessels. Organs. Bones.
We owe so much to the dead. Their lessons, their mistakes. Their memories.
Fairchild, sweet girl. I haven't forgotten you. I visit you every chance I get at that little stone.
Your mother is doing fine, she is. I check on her when I'm able.
I make sure she comes in for check ups every so often. I do what I can.
You taught me that I can't win them all. And that was a hard lesson to learn.
But I'll always be grateful to you.
So--Thanks, kid.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 15, 2018, 4:29 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
.... I had those scones on the counter for literally ten minutes! How did you sneak in and take NINE OF THEM without me noticing? I thought the dog had taken them until one of my assistants told me the truth!
Also she said you smelled like booze and you tried to kiss your reflection in the window? What?
Do you need help?
Also she said you smelled like booze and you tried to kiss your reflection in the window? What?
Do you need help?
Written By Lumen
Oct. 15, 2018, 4:21 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Memory calls to mind that vacant stare in my father's eye upon finding all four of his daughters fighting.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 15, 2018, 4:16 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
When the praise of a client ripples through the city like a pebble in a millpond, and you're felled by the sincere words of admiration.
No seriously, I nearly fell over. Goodness.
No seriously, I nearly fell over. Goodness.
Written By Shard
Oct. 15, 2018, 3:54 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Vercyn
The idea that I'm only bothering to write about this because it's /Bliss/ /Whisper/ is fucking hilarious.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 15, 2018, 3:15 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It is a done. A monumentous task but it is done. With grace and hope, Darrow, dour dour Darrow will stand in the Hall of Heroes. The last defender of Darkwater. I miss him. I find myself re-arranging the bottles in the liquor cabinet and deliberately placing this one or that out of order, knowing that in the past, he would have strode by and then put them back in order. I would find him in the library doing much the same. Adjusting the books. By category and then alphabetically within.
Before he left, he came and stated what he was going to do. I asked him not to, never ordered him not to, but with the understanding that he would need to do what he could for his house. And so I lay favors and promises in his hand that I had garnered from others and that Thrax had as well and a promise that we would come as soon as the battle at Setarco promised.
I gave to him my only blade, meant to ward the mind from the despair. A dagger, something he would be unlikely to use but it was what little that I myself, Alarissa, could give. He stood. He bowed. He smiled.
The last memory that I have of the man is the smile on his face as he held the dagger and his Joy. At least once before he passed, I had the chance to see it.
I pray that when his effigy is erected within the hall should the faith agree that he belongs, that it not be of him smiling. That was not the dour man who lost all he had and yet still carried on. But of the grimness and determination. The Knight of Sorrows standing watch over his island, determined to save it down to the last block of stone and a light shining upon his face from the lighthouse. Waiting.
Before he left, he came and stated what he was going to do. I asked him not to, never ordered him not to, but with the understanding that he would need to do what he could for his house. And so I lay favors and promises in his hand that I had garnered from others and that Thrax had as well and a promise that we would come as soon as the battle at Setarco promised.
I gave to him my only blade, meant to ward the mind from the despair. A dagger, something he would be unlikely to use but it was what little that I myself, Alarissa, could give. He stood. He bowed. He smiled.
The last memory that I have of the man is the smile on his face as he held the dagger and his Joy. At least once before he passed, I had the chance to see it.
I pray that when his effigy is erected within the hall should the faith agree that he belongs, that it not be of him smiling. That was not the dour man who lost all he had and yet still carried on. But of the grimness and determination. The Knight of Sorrows standing watch over his island, determined to save it down to the last block of stone and a light shining upon his face from the lighthouse. Waiting.
Written By Tikva
Oct. 15, 2018, 2:28 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
What is the value of a single person's honor?
How does one measure the stain on one's honor against the black mark against an entire family's?
It surely is tragic that the traitor Everard cannot be called to account. I pray that the wisdom of Limerance and the evenhandedness of the Sentinel will guide the hearts and minds that mediate this matter.
I have no pretty solution for this, or I would already have offered it. But I call for shame to those of you who write as though Bliss should simply be quiet and permit her honor to suffer forever. It's my thought that leaving the insult to her unaddressed would not leave House Telmar's honor clean at all. The stain would merely have been less visible ... but no less a wound.
The gods do not demand or expect perfection. But without acknowledgment there can be no redress. Without redress there can be no healing.
The fact that without position and friends Bliss might have been forever without platform to reveal the harm done to her does not mean there was no harm.
How does one measure the stain on one's honor against the black mark against an entire family's?
It surely is tragic that the traitor Everard cannot be called to account. I pray that the wisdom of Limerance and the evenhandedness of the Sentinel will guide the hearts and minds that mediate this matter.
I have no pretty solution for this, or I would already have offered it. But I call for shame to those of you who write as though Bliss should simply be quiet and permit her honor to suffer forever. It's my thought that leaving the insult to her unaddressed would not leave House Telmar's honor clean at all. The stain would merely have been less visible ... but no less a wound.
The gods do not demand or expect perfection. But without acknowledgment there can be no redress. Without redress there can be no healing.
The fact that without position and friends Bliss might have been forever without platform to reveal the harm done to her does not mean there was no harm.
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