Written By Caspian
June 12, 2018, 1:14 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
As someone who's been both a sellsword and a Champion I can tell you that they are not the same thing. We Champions fight for honor, glory, and the entertainment of the crowd. It's our main job. Sellswords just fight wars for money.
You should have insisted your cousin get hired instead, she's a Champion! And she hasn't even had the chance to fight her first duel yet. Give her that chance!
You should have insisted your cousin get hired instead, she's a Champion! And she hasn't even had the chance to fight her first duel yet. Give her that chance!
Written By Audric
June 12, 2018, 1:13 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
You only said I couldn't fight my -own- duels! We specifically went over this!
Written By Aleksei
June 12, 2018, 1:05 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Do YOU know what "sellsword" means? Because it doesn't mean "Champion"! Don't make me come over there.
Written By Bliss
June 12, 2018, 1:02 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Whining?
No, darling Baron, I don't believe you understand the role of the Champions Guild in Arvian society if you think I am whining.
Hire Champions for duels. Anything else and you are doing yourself and centuries of traditions a disgrace.
No, darling Baron, I don't believe you understand the role of the Champions Guild in Arvian society if you think I am whining.
Hire Champions for duels. Anything else and you are doing yourself and centuries of traditions a disgrace.
Written By Audric
June 12, 2018, 1:01 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
You do know what 'sellsword' means, right? I mean, sure, it's not spiking the heads of my enemies or fighting monsters, but a job's a job, even if it's one I'm going to really enjoy! Don't whine because she chose someone better than you.
Written By Bliss
June 12, 2018, 12:58 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
I hadn't realized that Baron de Lire had joined the Champions Guild.
Yes, Scholar, I'm aware that he hasn't. That's the point.
Yes, Scholar, I'm aware that he hasn't. That's the point.
Written By Darren
June 12, 2018, 12:35 a.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
(Dictated, Redrain Villa, 12/20/1008 AR)
Went and got sauced tonight at the Spirits. Fucking good to hear my people cheering. Everything wants to kill us all the time, but you know what? I think we're going to be okay.
I've hired you to record my thoughts sir, not comment on my drinking. Just make writey-writey with the talkey-talkey and I'll worry about me.
Well shit, now I've spilled my damn bottle. Oh well. What to do now....? Donellla.... You awake...
Yes dear, I'll go sleep in the study. Sorry, dear.
Um. You can stop writing now.
Went and got sauced tonight at the Spirits. Fucking good to hear my people cheering. Everything wants to kill us all the time, but you know what? I think we're going to be okay.
I've hired you to record my thoughts sir, not comment on my drinking. Just make writey-writey with the talkey-talkey and I'll worry about me.
Well shit, now I've spilled my damn bottle. Oh well. What to do now....? Donellla.... You awake...
Yes dear, I'll go sleep in the study. Sorry, dear.
Um. You can stop writing now.
Written By Esoka
June 11, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
The Deepwood Harvest Festival was the first party I went to in Arx when I came to this city almost three years ago. I was unsure about being around so many strangers, so many highborn at that, after so long among just my tribe and fellow Riven-sworn in the Twainfort. Marquessa Samantha was warm and gracious and had many games that involved hitting and throwing things, though, which I always enjoy. I had fun and it helped me find my feet in this place more than I think I appreciated back then.
This is the third Harvest Festival I’ve been to. I was victorious at apple-bobbing! And my Count Thesarin was victorious at throwing axes, so Riven was well represented. I had many friends at the party this time and felt not out-of-place at all, even if this city remains odd to me in many ways. The Marquessa remains lovely, as does her good consort, even if Lord Rymarr’s pie was very fearsome and daunting. It was a good night. I look forward to next year and many more to come.
This is the third Harvest Festival I’ve been to. I was victorious at apple-bobbing! And my Count Thesarin was victorious at throwing axes, so Riven was well represented. I had many friends at the party this time and felt not out-of-place at all, even if this city remains odd to me in many ways. The Marquessa remains lovely, as does her good consort, even if Lord Rymarr’s pie was very fearsome and daunting. It was a good night. I look forward to next year and many more to come.
Written By Kenna
June 11, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
The party for The Carlotta Voyage was a success!
I couldn't have done it without Princess Sabella Grayson, Lady Tabitha Whitehawk, Dame Esoka Greenblood, Scholar Rinel Tern, and Mistress Cardace Corvo!!!
I couldn't have done it without Princess Sabella Grayson, Lady Tabitha Whitehawk, Dame Esoka Greenblood, Scholar Rinel Tern, and Mistress Cardace Corvo!!!
Written By Alis
June 11, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Deep breath in.
Shot of whiskey.
Deep breath out.
You're welcome!
Shot of whiskey.
Deep breath out.
You're welcome!
Written By Riagnon
June 11, 2018, 10:07 p.m.(12/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
Huh. I actually know a lot of people whose 'faces are just set like that.' Must be really common!
Written By Cristoph
June 11, 2018, 4:56 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
It was my birthday recently. I've decided to spend this year focusing on controlled breathing. I get the feeling I'm going to need it.
Written By Ida
June 11, 2018, 1:52 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
It seems vaguely unfair to threaten the loss of the much anticipated ginger inspired sweet bread! More seriously, though, it is an honor that I will cherish, along with the bread.
Written By Ryhalt
June 11, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
You will get a plaque and tabled named after you Dame Ferron, or no ginger inspire sweet bread for you!
Written By Ryhalt
June 11, 2018, 1:45 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Liliana
M'Lady Harthall, words cannot express the awe and gratitude we have at what you have done. All will know upon opening night they owe the decadent comfort their arses have to you. Well, perhaps in not such...image provoking words.
Written By Ryhalt
June 11, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
It is coming along. One no longer gags and spits out wads of saw dust just being in the room, not choke themselves on the harsh scent of stain and varnish. Westrock roast is the scent prevailing in the air, and soon soon to be the sweet bread with ginger. Two weeks, we shall make it so!
Written By Derovai
June 11, 2018, 12:40 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Helena
Too late.
Written By Helena
June 11, 2018, 12:29 p.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
I've arrived in Arx. Now I just need to find and surprise both of my sisters. I hope they don't read this.
Scholar! Don't show this to Agatha or Elgana, not until I've managed to track them down!
What..HAH? I.. I don't understand.
Scholar! Don't show this to Agatha or Elgana, not until I've managed to track them down!
What..HAH? I.. I don't understand.
Written By Alexis
June 11, 2018, 10:59 a.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Finished Lord Cullen's armour, and sent him a design of a cloak for some poor leatherworker to use, if they are so inclined. I suggested he use the alchemically fortified rose-tanned leather from Tor. It's expensive, but somehow I imagine him wreathed not just in the hardened leather but also the pleasant scent, and it suits him.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with a job well done, with finishing a project, and I think I've earned a treat after all my hard work.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with a job well done, with finishing a project, and I think I've earned a treat after all my hard work.
Written By Alarissa
June 11, 2018, 10:44 a.m.(12/19/1008 AR)
Jests were made about not birthing the babes on the floor of Tyde Hall.
At least till dessert was over. I was not amused. Very little in truth amused me. Because it's this time before, while carrying Astrid that I was aboard a ship. She came a few weeks early, with abyssal creatures hurling themselves forth from the water to try and drag people under or chew them.
The mention of a sighting of bloodwater left me uncomfortable. A reminder that the Kraken still slides beneath the waves. We lost a ship, one that set sail from Maelstrom to run goods. Besieged by the tentacle that reached up and out from the water where it appeared. News that was brought at dinner. It cast a pall and as it should across the meal. Breaking tension and tempering it with sorrow. More swords to add to the fields outside Maelstrom.
It was stupid of me to think that this could happen in peace, all of this. A tour to show our people that while the goals have changed, while there is a slight but fundamental shift in dealing with some things, that he is still the ruler that the isles deserves, that warrior before he became high lord is not absent. A man not broken, but strengthened by his people. Our enemy does not want that. Not in the least. I have to remember that.
And so when we step foot back on the boats, I rest. I am worried. I have no desire to have this one born on a boat again. I know what he said that night. Born to storms yet to come, unlike his sister who was born to a storm.
Darrow.
We will name you for him. I hope that when you come, it is with all the stoicism that your namesake possessed. But at the same time, that you find more joy in this life than I sometimes fear that he did not.
At least till dessert was over. I was not amused. Very little in truth amused me. Because it's this time before, while carrying Astrid that I was aboard a ship. She came a few weeks early, with abyssal creatures hurling themselves forth from the water to try and drag people under or chew them.
The mention of a sighting of bloodwater left me uncomfortable. A reminder that the Kraken still slides beneath the waves. We lost a ship, one that set sail from Maelstrom to run goods. Besieged by the tentacle that reached up and out from the water where it appeared. News that was brought at dinner. It cast a pall and as it should across the meal. Breaking tension and tempering it with sorrow. More swords to add to the fields outside Maelstrom.
It was stupid of me to think that this could happen in peace, all of this. A tour to show our people that while the goals have changed, while there is a slight but fundamental shift in dealing with some things, that he is still the ruler that the isles deserves, that warrior before he became high lord is not absent. A man not broken, but strengthened by his people. Our enemy does not want that. Not in the least. I have to remember that.
And so when we step foot back on the boats, I rest. I am worried. I have no desire to have this one born on a boat again. I know what he said that night. Born to storms yet to come, unlike his sister who was born to a storm.
Darrow.
We will name you for him. I hope that when you come, it is with all the stoicism that your namesake possessed. But at the same time, that you find more joy in this life than I sometimes fear that he did not.
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