Written By Jan
Nov. 5, 2023, 11:08 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
There are a lot of weddings and births. It's good to see life moving on,.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 5, 2023, 10:48 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I put my hands to the sky and splay my fingers just so. Cross them, web them, and I can almost almost remember.
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Written By Miraya
Nov. 5, 2023, 9:32 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I am looking forward to what this next week brings. I've made the acquaintance of several people in town, most of whom were exceptionally lovely. The only item on my agenda for this current week is visiting the leatherworker and the weapon smith to refine my blade. After the workout it received this past week, it's definitely going to need some tender loving care.
Written By Ravana
Nov. 5, 2023, 9 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
I adore Viviana, she's bold and daring and my life would be far less exciting without her in it. Not to mention, sometimes she says things that catch me by surprise, and that's incredibly rare in a world full of the painfully predictable.
Written By Jan
Nov. 5, 2023, 8:46 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Met Lianne and Apollo and both seemed lovely. I think I passed the first round of vetting.
Written By Ravana
Nov. 5, 2023, 8:46 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
I love Mirari so much, my life is pure and unadulterated profit at her side.
Written By Lys
Nov. 5, 2023, 7:34 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I dreamt I stood in the middle of a pigpen. The piglets around me screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs, as they walked closer and closer to me in a circle. I could not escape. All they did was scream.
Written By Kenjay
Nov. 5, 2023, 7:24 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
It lifted my heart to see my niece so happy, smiling and laughing and lighting the room with her joy. My new nephew seems a good man, also, and I look forward to getting to know him better. It was kind of the Knight-Sergeant to let me have the evening so that I could join them in celebration.
Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:23 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Oh, Diary...
You've no idea the things I've got planned.
Oh, no, nothing quite like that.
Not yet.
I speak of Fashion, darling.
I speak of art given motion, of words given voice, of songs once lifeless now sung with spirits high, of that which is seen most clearly through a mirror thoroughly broken.
No.
I don't care to elaborate.
Good of you to ask.
Just know that a story is being told, and she dances between the lines you read, laughing at the blindness of the eyes that seek her there yet cannot see her sinful cipher.
You've no idea the things I've got planned.
Oh, no, nothing quite like that.
Not yet.
I speak of Fashion, darling.
I speak of art given motion, of words given voice, of songs once lifeless now sung with spirits high, of that which is seen most clearly through a mirror thoroughly broken.
No.
I don't care to elaborate.
Good of you to ask.
Just know that a story is being told, and she dances between the lines you read, laughing at the blindness of the eyes that seek her there yet cannot see her sinful cipher.
Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:08 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Dearest Diary the Second, Replacement for my judgmental Man-Journal of Previous Entries,
My protege is a man of many talents, and I feel that my opinion of him has gone unsaid. This has been selfish of me.
Everyone deserves to know my opinion of them.
Count Duarte Amadeo, a man that tell a tale -and- tend your feet all at the same time -- a multitasker, a prime utility, the finest tool in your shed.
Yes, Count Duarte Amadeo is quite a tool, indeed.
If nothing else, he has never bored me.
-Abandoned- me, certainly.
I didn't much care for that, Diary, not one little bit.
My heart may be wounded, the shadows grow darker, but I have overcome and, selflessly and with immeasurable grace, I have learned how to forgive him.
Mm?
How?
Oh, come now, he worked hard for such a boon.
I can't just go giving it away.
My protege is a man of many talents, and I feel that my opinion of him has gone unsaid. This has been selfish of me.
Everyone deserves to know my opinion of them.
Count Duarte Amadeo, a man that tell a tale -and- tend your feet all at the same time -- a multitasker, a prime utility, the finest tool in your shed.
Yes, Count Duarte Amadeo is quite a tool, indeed.
If nothing else, he has never bored me.
-Abandoned- me, certainly.
I didn't much care for that, Diary, not one little bit.
My heart may be wounded, the shadows grow darker, but I have overcome and, selflessly and with immeasurable grace, I have learned how to forgive him.
Mm?
How?
Oh, come now, he worked hard for such a boon.
I can't just go giving it away.
Written By Viviana
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:03 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Galatea
A most elegant alchemist.
Written By Viviana
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:02 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravana
A ravishingly ambitious entrepreneur.
Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 2:59 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
I deserve this, you know.
I insist.
All of this and more.
... what do you mean 'what is 'this'?'?
Last I checked it, it wasn't any of your business what my words -meant-, darling.
But, as I am a most generous soul, so kind and so selfless, I suppose I shall let you in on a secret.
Come closer, secrets should only be shared in whispers.
... Closer, my dear, I won't bite.
... What was -that- look?!
Well, fine!
You can just stay in the dark, blindly staggering around in the shadows cast by my radiance.
I'll have you know there are many a man that would KILL for me to whisper secrets into their ear!
HMPH.
I deserve this, you know.
I insist.
All of this and more.
... what do you mean 'what is 'this'?'?
Last I checked it, it wasn't any of your business what my words -meant-, darling.
But, as I am a most generous soul, so kind and so selfless, I suppose I shall let you in on a secret.
Come closer, secrets should only be shared in whispers.
... Closer, my dear, I won't bite.
... What was -that- look?!
Well, fine!
You can just stay in the dark, blindly staggering around in the shadows cast by my radiance.
I'll have you know there are many a man that would KILL for me to whisper secrets into their ear!
HMPH.
Written By Ida
Nov. 5, 2023, 2:35 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Sometimes I get a great idea and go to work on it straight away. Only thing is, this time I didn't check the shelves before forging ahead (no pun intended). In any case, if anyone happens to favor seahorses, Ferron's is practically swimming in them. (Ok, yes scholar, that time it was an intended pun.)
Written By Caspian
Nov. 5, 2023, 1:04 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
i have been musing over some of the more fond memories of late. and one struck to mind and simply demanded it be put to rhyme.
In a Hart's brightly lit and crowded space,
Two bards met, a duel to embrace.
Not with words or melodies, but lutes as their might,
They battled in the Hart, beneath the dancing light.
With lutes held high, like warriors of old,
They clashed and they swung, each strike was bold.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide and round,
As the resounding cracks echoed with a deafening sound.
The first bard swung low, his lute like a mace,
Striking the second bard's side, in a furious pace.
But the second bard, not one to be outdone,
Raised his lute high, the battle had just begun.
Each blow landed with a thunderous thud,
As they dueled, they both showed their mettle and blood.
With each strike and parry, they fought with zeal,
Their lutes, their weapons, their battle was real.
The audience gasped, their hearts skipped a beat,
As the bards battled on, the clash of their beat.
Though they wielded their lutes like swords of old,
Their friendship was strong, their story was told.
The duel raged on, till exhaustion took hold,
Their lutes, though battered, their spirits were bold.
In the end, they embraced, their rivalry done,
In this musical brawl, two bards became one.
So in this tale of bards and their lute-wielding might,
Remember, it's not always about the fight.
Friendship and music, in the end, will prevail,
In the arena of life, where stories and legends regale.
In a Hart's brightly lit and crowded space,
Two bards met, a duel to embrace.
Not with words or melodies, but lutes as their might,
They battled in the Hart, beneath the dancing light.
With lutes held high, like warriors of old,
They clashed and they swung, each strike was bold.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide and round,
As the resounding cracks echoed with a deafening sound.
The first bard swung low, his lute like a mace,
Striking the second bard's side, in a furious pace.
But the second bard, not one to be outdone,
Raised his lute high, the battle had just begun.
Each blow landed with a thunderous thud,
As they dueled, they both showed their mettle and blood.
With each strike and parry, they fought with zeal,
Their lutes, their weapons, their battle was real.
The audience gasped, their hearts skipped a beat,
As the bards battled on, the clash of their beat.
Though they wielded their lutes like swords of old,
Their friendship was strong, their story was told.
The duel raged on, till exhaustion took hold,
Their lutes, though battered, their spirits were bold.
In the end, they embraced, their rivalry done,
In this musical brawl, two bards became one.
So in this tale of bards and their lute-wielding might,
Remember, it's not always about the fight.
Friendship and music, in the end, will prevail,
In the arena of life, where stories and legends regale.
Written By Mattheu
Nov. 5, 2023, 11:36 a.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
An evening walk of seeking a sudden change in location to help the little one find some slumber was met with noise of a party where we stumbled into the warmth of Valardin's own High Lord Alis and new husband Prince Edris's celebrations.
Lord Danior stayed well in a small fisted and cooing slumber while we danced together through the crowd to be introduced to the Queen herself as well as those we slipped past. It cannot be faulted that the real prize was the cookies and chocolate fountain where the little potato was able to help us secure a few to bring back to the slumbering Lady Ann.
Lord Danior stayed well in a small fisted and cooing slumber while we danced together through the crowd to be introduced to the Queen herself as well as those we slipped past. It cannot be faulted that the real prize was the cookies and chocolate fountain where the little potato was able to help us secure a few to bring back to the slumbering Lady Ann.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 5, 2023, 10:37 a.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
My lovely cousin is full of surprises, but yet surprises that make sense and does not surprise you. How can that make sense? Well such is Duchess Calista.
Thinking of our past ventures made me feel old and young at the same time.
Such a lovely pass-time.
Thinking of our past ventures made me feel old and young at the same time.
Such a lovely pass-time.
Written By Calista
Nov. 4, 2023, 7:29 p.m.(2/19/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Just when I thought I could not love my cousin any more than I already do, I spend an incredible afternoon with her, drinking wine, sharing tales as old as time. We must do this again soon. Sooner rather than later, of course.
Written By Titus
Nov. 4, 2023, 4:17 p.m.(2/19/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Petraea
The Vaevici do not mourn the dead, we instead reflect and weigh their deeds on whether or not it has helped those who live on to be stronger, and celebrate those who have done so. With solemn reverence on behalf of the Vaevici, I'm here to honour the legacy of Tribune Petraea Livy of Cardia and those she represented from far away lands, whose spirit blazed with a fervor that illuminated the paths of those fortunate to cross it. House Vaevici reaffirm our commitments with the Compact and its allies, not in the shadow of grief, but in the light of gratitude for the inferno of courage she has bequeathed us. Tribune Petraea was not just a keeper of flames or secrets; she was a catalyst of an enduring conflagration, one that sparked purpose and valor in the hearts of her compatriots as well as those she helped unseen from afar.
My interactions with Petraea, though infrequent, were profound. Conversations that stoked the embers of wisdom and kinship, and ignited a beacon of knowledge that will guide a lost people through further darker times. Her legacy, deeply rooted in the lineage she comes from, resonates with the essence of her being, a gift that she wielded with benevolence and might. A lesson we all can learn and try to emulate in the near future. I will miss her words and voice and looking at the stars.
We Vaevici acknowledge not the dimming of a flame, but the inception of a legacy as resilient and as pervasive as fire itself. Her sacrifice, emblematic of the eternal dance of flames, has kindled a resilience that will carry on beyond the ephemeral. A spark that has now been lit in many others who live on from her death and they too will carry that fire elsewhere and burn just as brightly. With each act of bravery, every moment of altruistic choice we make, Petraea's essence is sustained and perpetuated. She lives on through us.
In this moment of both sorrow and celebration, we embrace the spirit of Petraea Livy, a spirit that does not waver, a flame that does not falter even if it has faded to embers. May the embers of her spirit rise to the stars to help guide future peoples who might be wandering lost with her legacy to be found again.
Historically, we have declared, "As Arx Endures, We Shall Remember." Yet today, in the spirit of endings and beginnings, and in the indomitable presence of the fire that Petraea Livy has left for a world worth saving no matter if they are kin or stranger, I feel it is better to say "To The Last."
My interactions with Petraea, though infrequent, were profound. Conversations that stoked the embers of wisdom and kinship, and ignited a beacon of knowledge that will guide a lost people through further darker times. Her legacy, deeply rooted in the lineage she comes from, resonates with the essence of her being, a gift that she wielded with benevolence and might. A lesson we all can learn and try to emulate in the near future. I will miss her words and voice and looking at the stars.
We Vaevici acknowledge not the dimming of a flame, but the inception of a legacy as resilient and as pervasive as fire itself. Her sacrifice, emblematic of the eternal dance of flames, has kindled a resilience that will carry on beyond the ephemeral. A spark that has now been lit in many others who live on from her death and they too will carry that fire elsewhere and burn just as brightly. With each act of bravery, every moment of altruistic choice we make, Petraea's essence is sustained and perpetuated. She lives on through us.
In this moment of both sorrow and celebration, we embrace the spirit of Petraea Livy, a spirit that does not waver, a flame that does not falter even if it has faded to embers. May the embers of her spirit rise to the stars to help guide future peoples who might be wandering lost with her legacy to be found again.
Historically, we have declared, "As Arx Endures, We Shall Remember." Yet today, in the spirit of endings and beginnings, and in the indomitable presence of the fire that Petraea Livy has left for a world worth saving no matter if they are kin or stranger, I feel it is better to say "To The Last."
Written By Jan
Nov. 4, 2023, 1:03 a.m.(2/17/1021 AR)
I feel like I should be putting my time towards something productive. There is much to do but none of it is mine to do. Nor do those I owe fealty have need. I can't help but feel as if I am wasting time giving.
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