Written By Dycard
Sept. 9, 2018, 5:04 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Why do they call it a cold in the middle of summer, Scholar? I've not been cold for weeks, and yet here I am.
Normal service - and servicing - will be resumed shortly, I hope. Once I finish sneezing all over the place.
Normal service - and servicing - will be resumed shortly, I hope. Once I finish sneezing all over the place.
Written By Bliss
Sept. 9, 2018, 4:31 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Sitting in the Shrine of Limerance, thinking about love and promises and needs. There are a few promises I have made that I need to be doing better on, certainly, but I think I can be satisfied with my work as a Devotion this year.
I am keeping to my vows. The ones which I made to myself, the ones which I don't know will be worth it in the end - but which I am bound to follow. I have not tried to weasel out of anything, and I have not tried to come up with an excuse for why I shouldn't. And every time I consider them, I am renewed in my vigor.
As I come out of hiding, I am proud of the woman whom the world can see.
If you were exposed, could you be? If not, make amends, and fix it.
I am keeping to my vows. The ones which I made to myself, the ones which I don't know will be worth it in the end - but which I am bound to follow. I have not tried to weasel out of anything, and I have not tried to come up with an excuse for why I shouldn't. And every time I consider them, I am renewed in my vigor.
As I come out of hiding, I am proud of the woman whom the world can see.
If you were exposed, could you be? If not, make amends, and fix it.
Written By Coraline
Sept. 9, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
I have spent some time this week contemplating duty. Worth was brought up, a couple of times actually. One's own estimation of value, a House's estimation of their value, and the duty inherent in title and position.
How does one calculate worth? Is it action? The lottery of birth? What scale is used to quantify self worth versus that given to you from others. Should you care? If so when? How much weight should be given to the words of others, both positive and negative?
It might seem a strange line of thinking, it might seem rather unnecessary, but there are rules and rules in society, often silent and assumed. Ones often ever changing by each situation we cross. Or perhaps that is merely my perspective, I might be wrong.
Either way, a bit of thought tossed out for consideration or disposal as one desires.
How does one calculate worth? Is it action? The lottery of birth? What scale is used to quantify self worth versus that given to you from others. Should you care? If so when? How much weight should be given to the words of others, both positive and negative?
It might seem a strange line of thinking, it might seem rather unnecessary, but there are rules and rules in society, often silent and assumed. Ones often ever changing by each situation we cross. Or perhaps that is merely my perspective, I might be wrong.
Either way, a bit of thought tossed out for consideration or disposal as one desires.
Written By Coraline
Sept. 9, 2018, 4:12 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Sometimes people surprise you. This week has been an adventure in discovering things about people I could never have guessed, not just one mind, several. It is interesting I think when you begin to know someone, not the surface the 'everyone' knows part of them, but the real them, the parts they are careful to show. Everyone has those parts, no matter how well known they are, no matter how popular, we all wear masks, and it is always an honor to see past them, even if it is just a peek.
The armor we wear can be as soft and thin as silk, or as strong as alaricite, but we all wear armor of some kind or another because no matter how much physical wounds hurt, they can pale in comparison to the emotional. Those social masks are that armor, trust is hard won as it should be.
The armor we wear can be as soft and thin as silk, or as strong as alaricite, but we all wear armor of some kind or another because no matter how much physical wounds hurt, they can pale in comparison to the emotional. Those social masks are that armor, trust is hard won as it should be.
Written By Rook
Sept. 9, 2018, 4:04 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Business has been booming of late and I enjoy sharing around such bountiful profits. It, as ever, my great delight to continue sponsoring the Whisper house, Bard's College, and renowned artists of the Black Rose Theatre.
For other enterprising sorts, do reach out, and we shall see what we can do for you.
For other enterprising sorts, do reach out, and we shall see what we can do for you.
Written By Talen
Sept. 9, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
An effective Voice of the Mirrorguard. This new addition shows the strength of working in the Compact over keeping to our own domains. Well appointed.
Written By Talen
Sept. 9, 2018, 4:01 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
While the Archduchess and I have been taking a small hiatus from the public eye, and that the the city is thankful that their parties are safe from us gatecrashing, we shall be back in full swing from this coming week onward.
Meanwhile, I have quite a bit to do regarding the Unseen's new initiative.
Meanwhile, I have quite a bit to do regarding the Unseen's new initiative.
Written By Amari
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:36 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
I have a vague but foreboding feeling that I might one day regret those pillows.
Lovely reception though.
Lovely reception though.
Written By Porter
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:29 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Dear journal, I have found some really excellent booze to give for giving day. In fact, the only thing I haven't found are the things that are not alcohol related. Perhaps a bottle is an improper thanks for a knife, but... it is gift day, not equitable trade day.
Written By Candace
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:27 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Know that one thousand and nine years have passed since the Reckoning. Today is the twenty-fourth day of the seventh month. I am writing from the city of Arx in The Bakery in the Ward of the Compact. I am Candace Corvo, proprietor of The Bakery, and this is my white journal.
The artisans returned the two cake toppers I need. They are rather lovely pair of foxes. This completes the second of my three commissions, leaving one remaining to be fulfilled and delivered. With giving day so close, things have been quite mad lately, but I'm thankful for the custom.
The artisans returned the two cake toppers I need. They are rather lovely pair of foxes. This completes the second of my three commissions, leaving one remaining to be fulfilled and delivered. With giving day so close, things have been quite mad lately, but I'm thankful for the custom.
Written By Col
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:05 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fianna
Another animal lover, I look forwards to seeing the new breed of warhorse she is working on. It should be a rather educational experience. Hopefully we will be able to work together on a few projects of my own.
Written By Col
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:04 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
Her expert assistance on dealing with other types of animals when training them was invaluable. She cares very much for her charges and her companions. I am thankful for the time she gave me.
Written By Caspian
Sept. 9, 2018, 3 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
So I nearly got my face bitten off by a bear while I was out west. It came so close to my face I could smell it's breath, I just barely dodged it! Imagine if this beautiful mug was horribly disfigured by a bear. There would be tears!
Written By Delilah
Sept. 9, 2018, 2:18 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
This woman is going to bankrupt me with her beautiful work. It is killing me.
I need a new shelf.
I need a new shelf.
Written By Alexandre
Sept. 9, 2018, 2 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Rosalie
I have no intention to die, my love. And even if, despite my best efforts, I should fall, know that nothing would stop me from visiting you one last time before my return to the Wheel.
Written By Harper
Sept. 9, 2018, 11:12 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
What a week!
Barely got back from sailing when I was sent off to wrangle some drunks. Reckon I got the short end of that stick, but still, we got them. Then, I started helping Uncle Cal get things at the tower planned out. That's sure gonna be a lot to keep up with, but we'll manage. Then, I barely caught my breath from that before I had to leave town again for a couple of days. That was quiet mostly at least. Then, I barely knocked the dust off before I found Jyri and Kenna trying to drag a body out of the river. That's a whole new mystery to figure out.
Reckon I have so many projects and things to dig into right now that they're starting to spawn their own projects and mysteries. Wouldn't change it for the world though.
But I think when the dust settles, I'm gonna be ready for another sailing trip. Someplace far away. And quiet... definitely quiet.
Barely got back from sailing when I was sent off to wrangle some drunks. Reckon I got the short end of that stick, but still, we got them. Then, I started helping Uncle Cal get things at the tower planned out. That's sure gonna be a lot to keep up with, but we'll manage. Then, I barely caught my breath from that before I had to leave town again for a couple of days. That was quiet mostly at least. Then, I barely knocked the dust off before I found Jyri and Kenna trying to drag a body out of the river. That's a whole new mystery to figure out.
Reckon I have so many projects and things to dig into right now that they're starting to spawn their own projects and mysteries. Wouldn't change it for the world though.
But I think when the dust settles, I'm gonna be ready for another sailing trip. Someplace far away. And quiet... definitely quiet.
Written By Karadoc
Sept. 9, 2018, 10:59 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
I couldn't decide whether or not to keep this in my Journal -- or hide it away in my Reflections, but, I don't really care --
I'm still dealing with your absence, cos. Daily. Not that we were particularly close, because I don't think that we were, but that -- mutual tolerance, I guess I'd call it, it was there. Now, it's not. I didn't know any of your hardships, none of your internal struggles, nothing of what your dreams and frustrations were. Nothing - zip - zero - zilch. Never did, never will now. What I know of you -- your character, your inner self -- I've learned from Lucita.
She's the one that still feels your loss, keenly, and I still feel like her grief is more important, so I keep trying to support and validate her feelings and experiences because she deserves being attended to, even if GODS I'd rather avoid the expectations and the necessity of being there.
(See, now this is the part I wasn't sure about keeping. FUCK IT. Here goes --)
You're gone, Kima, Eos. Our House functional or dysfunctional -- operates (like they ALL do, presumably) according to a set of roles, traditions, and patterns. Each person has their place in the family system. An important person is gone, YOU, and here I am sometimes unable (and occasionally disinterested) in!carrying out traditions and patterns as they have in the past. That's what Lucita DOES. And after her, the kids will. I will, if I NEED to.
But I shouldn't -- and this is where I get petty -- but fuck. You shouldn't have died, cos. I shouldn't have to WORK and WORRY about living up to my full potential or some equally sentimental bullshit. It's petty, but I'm angry that you died. The House dynamic has changed and there will be no trying to live up to those Estaban Saik expectations. No one is idiotic enough to attempt to compare you to anyone else in this family aside from your sprogs, and it's just fact that your legacy (and Kima's and Eos') is just gonna overshadow everything else.
Why else are we going to throw up a statue of you in the Hall of Heroes, right? Even if the cost of the honor wou--
(Fine, Scholar, you have a point.)
I'm still dealing with your absence, cos. Daily. Not that we were particularly close, because I don't think that we were, but that -- mutual tolerance, I guess I'd call it, it was there. Now, it's not. I didn't know any of your hardships, none of your internal struggles, nothing of what your dreams and frustrations were. Nothing - zip - zero - zilch. Never did, never will now. What I know of you -- your character, your inner self -- I've learned from Lucita.
She's the one that still feels your loss, keenly, and I still feel like her grief is more important, so I keep trying to support and validate her feelings and experiences because she deserves being attended to, even if GODS I'd rather avoid the expectations and the necessity of being there.
(See, now this is the part I wasn't sure about keeping. FUCK IT. Here goes --)
You're gone, Kima, Eos. Our House functional or dysfunctional -- operates (like they ALL do, presumably) according to a set of roles, traditions, and patterns. Each person has their place in the family system. An important person is gone, YOU, and here I am sometimes unable (and occasionally disinterested) in!carrying out traditions and patterns as they have in the past. That's what Lucita DOES. And after her, the kids will. I will, if I NEED to.
But I shouldn't -- and this is where I get petty -- but fuck. You shouldn't have died, cos. I shouldn't have to WORK and WORRY about living up to my full potential or some equally sentimental bullshit. It's petty, but I'm angry that you died. The House dynamic has changed and there will be no trying to live up to those Estaban Saik expectations. No one is idiotic enough to attempt to compare you to anyone else in this family aside from your sprogs, and it's just fact that your legacy (and Kima's and Eos') is just gonna overshadow everything else.
Why else are we going to throw up a statue of you in the Hall of Heroes, right? Even if the cost of the honor wou--
(Fine, Scholar, you have a point.)
Written By Edward
Sept. 9, 2018, 9:14 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Elloise
You have an unbounded energy and eagerness for the every day. It makes life interesting.
Written By John
Sept. 9, 2018, 6:47 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
Things have sort of calmed down. The Clement wedding went without a hitch. I guess I'm akward at that type of thing. Give me my bow and arrows anytime of the week. And put me in a forest. Now that's life!
Written By Etienne
Sept. 9, 2018, 3:35 a.m.(7/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eddard
I've never been more entertained by the beginning of a song, welcome to Arx
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