Written By Aethan
May 13, 2021, 11:07 a.m.(6/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
An unexpected respite at the beach was had.
Written By Evaristo
May 13, 2021, 9:13 a.m.(6/18/1015 AR)
I decided it is time to work on that play I have wanted to do for a long time.
Written By Lianne
May 13, 2021, 1:17 a.m.(6/18/1015 AR)
How biting and bitter this grief left behind.
Maybe something else will grow there in time. I think I'll keep my ambitions a bit more modest for a while.
Written By Medeia
May 13, 2021, 12:13 a.m.(6/18/1015 AR)
I've been feeling inspired lately and have several parties already planned! Something for everyone! I promise. What a wonderful summer it will be.
Written By Porter
May 12, 2021, 8:42 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
But if the helmet has been tossed to the wayside in favor of a finer bit of armory, I hope that it finds a new home with some lucky soul who is helmetless!
Good luck to you, helmet.
Written By Kiera
May 12, 2021, 5:04 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
Written By Valencia
May 12, 2021, 3:27 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
Difficult to gain. Easy to break. Tough to repair once broken.
Without it, the world can be a lonely place. With it, the possibilities are open.
Held dear, it earns love and respect. In the wrong hands, it can have a devastating effect.
We say we desire it and value it greatly, and yet, do we?
~~~~~~~<~<~<@
Written By Piccola
May 12, 2021, 2:13 p.m.(6/17/1015 AR)
The family seemed as any other: father, mother and sons. They were small landowners and had an inn. I had heard, and therefore knew, that besides the sons we knew this woman had another son nobody had seen, who was spoken of in whispers as if he were a great disgrace for the mother. I remember that my father referred to this woman often as a martyr, who made great sacrifices for this son and put up with great sorrows. My mother refused to talk about her.
One day, I was sent to this family's inn on an errand for my father. I came upon the mother as she was shutting her door, dressed up to go out to socialize, with a hamper under her arm. On seeing me she hesitated then decided. She then told me to accompany her to a certain place, and that she would take delivery and give me the money for my errand upon our return. Having no reason not to trust that my status would protect me, we left the limits of the village.
We walked some ten minutes out of the village's sight into an orchard filled with garbage. In a copse there was a shack hidden, a sort of pig sty, about four feet high and windowless. The odor from there was atrocious. She opened the door to it and I could hear an animal-life howling. And inside this hovel was her son, a robust boy of 18, who couldn’t stand up and scraped along on his seat to the door as far as he was permitted by a chain linked to his waist and attached to the ring in the wall. He was covered with filth, and his eyes shone red, like those of a nocturnal animal.
His mother dumped the contents of her basket – a mixed mess of household leftovers – into a stone trough. She filled another trough with water, and we left. She returned back to the inn in silence, whereupon the mother gave me the sack of gold that I had been sent to fetch. I said nothing to my parents about what I had seen, so great an impression it had made on me, and so convinced was I that nobody would believe me. Nor when I later heard of the misery which had befallen that poor mother, did I interrupt to talk of the misery of the poor human wreck who had such a mother.
So it is, wise general, that I came to fear no fabled monster with such monstrosity lurking in every corner.
Written By Emberly
May 12, 2021, 7:54 a.m.(6/16/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
I have been doing much work for Redrain and the Apothecary College and investing it back into the house.
I thank Lady Mikani for helping me when I have needed a friend to turn to.
sidenote : I am reaching out to those that know about Metals to teach me so I might invest back into the College...
Also.... A new topic has surfaced, I have become focued on
Farseers....
if such a people exist... perhaps there is hope for the future.
Written By Silas
May 12, 2021, 3:55 a.m.(6/16/1015 AR)
Written By Silas
May 12, 2021, 3:01 a.m.(6/16/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
With many fun things left to do,
It wouldn't matter at all,
Because, my love, I had you.
I loved you then,
And I love you still;
I adore you now,
And I always will.
Love, SW
Written By Viviana
May 11, 2021, 10:28 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
However - when everyone's searching for knowledge, it's way more fun to learn about the thoughts and feelings of others.
Written By Raimon
May 11, 2021, 10:13 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
A songbird's voice cuts cool night airs
Incisive, steady, sure.
The high notes: rise to greet the stars
The deep ones: Steady. Pure.
In quiet, earnest wonderment,
We hear The Song unfold.
In harmony, our Souls now sing
soft notes of burnished gold.
(( ooc ref: https://play.arxgame.org/comms/boards/2119/view/1176103 ))
(( ooc context: https://pastebin.com/UhHPMVMQ ))
Written By Raimon
May 11, 2021, 9:15 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cesare
Written By Raimon
May 11, 2021, 8:17 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Gael
"Before Gael hit my head with an Axe . . .
I really didn't -have- any knacks . . .
Yet -now- I can rhyme . . .
and -do-, all the time, . . .
Who -knows- why, but -that's- just the -facts- !"
- a suitably befuddled Prince Raimon **
** (( ooc note: But only after I spent half the +Event Google-ing: How-to-write-a-Limeri..., wait, does that have 1 m or 2? ))
Written By Rosalind
May 11, 2021, 7:17 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Bonnie
Written By Malcolm
May 11, 2021, 7:06 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Written By Volya
May 11, 2021, 2:58 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
1: Whenever I meditate and let my mind drift, I feel less like a single being and more like...a reflection off everything's surface.
2: Well, you kind of are, aren't you? What is the self other than an illusion that helps your body navigate existence?
Written By Volya
May 11, 2021, 2:51 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
1: If sharing my creations doesn't make me happy...then why do I feel so compelled to do it?
2: Because the motivation behind these acts of sharing, has never been fleeting happiness. It's to make the internal external. To see if your work can survive outside itself. It's bigger than joy. It's communicating in a language of your own making and seeing who else can connect to it.
Written By Vitalis
May 11, 2021, 2:05 p.m.(6/15/1015 AR)
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.