Written By Adrienne
Dec. 26, 2020, 6:12 p.m.(8/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ezmeralda
When Marquessa Ezmeralda Leporidae, Lady of Tremorus, speaks she calls to mind a world that should only exist in storybooks - sensational, alien, dangerous, and beautiful. In better days perhaps I will see Tremorus for myself. Until then, I know only that I am grateful that the Marquessa has chosen to a be a friend rather than enemy. I do not envy those for whom she is the latter.
Written By Adrienne
Dec. 26, 2020, 6:04 p.m.(8/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
When House Seraceni sails against the Skal'dajan fleet, it will be with the same skill, intellect, and judiciousness that we have come to expect from its Marquis. His work on behalf of House Pravus, the Liberators of Skald, and the Compact at large is an example for us all.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 26, 2020, 3:20 p.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
In recent weeks, I have found the most unexpected - but pleasant and fruitful - friendship in Marquis Dio Seraceni. Several nights back, he was good enough to let me take up a space in his home to commence work immediately after an evening meeting. There was so much to do that I found myself finally retreating from his hospitality come morning, having borrowed several of his staff as my own to deliver messages and even hosting a few emergency meetings as if the home were mine to command for such things. Never once did the marquis make me feel as if I had overstayed or overstepped. In all our dealings, he has been a gentleman and seen to my protection. (I think he actually growled at a man on my behalf, once.) I am grateful the Compact has him dedicated to its protection.
Written By Neve
Dec. 26, 2020, 9:25 a.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Irisa
I just saw her in passing, but she's so cute! I kind of wish I could have seen her fight. And she has freckles! I've heard that each freckle is a little kiss from the heavens to let someone know that they are special. So people with many freckles - just imagine how special you are, kissed by the stars of so many!
Written By Neve
Dec. 26, 2020, 9:25 a.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Irisa
I just saw her in passing, but she's so cute! I kind of wish I could have seen her fight. And she has freckles! I've heard that each freckle is a little kiss from the heavens to let someone know that they are special. So people with many freckles - just imagine how special you are, kissed by the stars of so many!
Written By Neve
Dec. 26, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciro
Put more yummy figs into people's mouths, and less pretty words in people's ears and they will open to receptiveness.
Also, no dancing for the next several days, or I will have Lady Eirene visit you. You don't want Lady Eirene to visit you.
Also, no dancing for the next several days, or I will have Lady Eirene visit you. You don't want Lady Eirene to visit you.
Written By Neve
Dec. 26, 2020, 9:10 a.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tigarus
If I tickled you would it make you smile? I think we need to work on those muscles.
Taking a note: * Find opportunity to tickle Tigarus
Taking a note: * Find opportunity to tickle Tigarus
Written By Neve
Dec. 26, 2020, 9:07 a.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
A gentle man that had to be made so big to contain the big heart he has. Filled with smiles, and encouragement, even if he is a man made for death on the battlefield, he is a man made for love off of it - of himself, of others, he has a way of bringing out the positivity of those around him.
I wonder if he's ticklish..the bigger they are..
I wonder if he's ticklish..the bigger they are..
Written By Mabelle
Dec. 26, 2020, 7:12 a.m.(8/20/1014 AR)
Of all the events in the city, how did I manage to miss a cake throwing party?
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 26, 2020, 3:05 a.m.(8/19/1014 AR)
Life changes. Some things end, others begin.
I look forward to the future. I do not have any plans but something exciting always comes up!
Time to go talk with my neighbor about gardening. Apparently he likes it and I have learned a lot about how to grow herbs.
I look forward to the future. I do not have any plans but something exciting always comes up!
Time to go talk with my neighbor about gardening. Apparently he likes it and I have learned a lot about how to grow herbs.
Written By Cirroch
Dec. 25, 2020, 9:39 p.m.(8/19/1014 AR)
Dear Scholar.
I am writing to put these names into the tomes as people that were amazing and showed up to the impromptu sparring party that Princess Valencia was kind enough to allow me, Marquis Cirroch Sanna, of Giant's Reach March to hold in the Golden Hart's Arena.
It was simply something to help our neighbors to blow off some steam and enjoy whiskey. I met many new and old friends.
The Blackheart Raven, Baroness Calla Vaevici, Lord Kastelon Keaton, Lord Ciro Seraceni, Lord Griffin Redreef, Lady Neve Greenmarch - the defender of cakes, Lady Isabetta Gilden, Princess Gwenna Redrain, Sir Amund, Rhue Wainryte, Sir Ari Corsetina,
Dame Irisa Wainryte, and while it was a brief meeting, Giorgio Pontelaeus.
The spars were a great bit of friendly competition and a welcomed distraction.
I am writing to put these names into the tomes as people that were amazing and showed up to the impromptu sparring party that Princess Valencia was kind enough to allow me, Marquis Cirroch Sanna, of Giant's Reach March to hold in the Golden Hart's Arena.
It was simply something to help our neighbors to blow off some steam and enjoy whiskey. I met many new and old friends.
The Blackheart Raven, Baroness Calla Vaevici, Lord Kastelon Keaton, Lord Ciro Seraceni, Lord Griffin Redreef, Lady Neve Greenmarch - the defender of cakes, Lady Isabetta Gilden, Princess Gwenna Redrain, Sir Amund, Rhue Wainryte, Sir Ari Corsetina,
Dame Irisa Wainryte, and while it was a brief meeting, Giorgio Pontelaeus.
The spars were a great bit of friendly competition and a welcomed distraction.
Written By Jennyva
Dec. 25, 2020, 7:26 p.m.(8/19/1014 AR)
It's rather eye-opening to return to the records of one's journals every now and then. Moments of time captured by ink upon page lend insight into the mood and truths of the writer's past in the most profound of ways.
My goodness, I was pretty exuberant! Not a bad thing at all (some might say that's arguable) but I have definitely changed since the time when those journal entries were scribed into memory. For one thing, I'm no longer in any great hurry to pursue a political match within the contracts of marriage. Such a thing will arrive when it arrives, but there's no point in rushing it
Either way, I will have plenty of tasks to occupy my days, and many projects to consider in order to enrich the fortunes of my house! I've the duties of my faith to consider, of course. So too will there be much study and research on the horizon, I should think.
So much study, actually. Gosh. I should get to it right away, Scholar!
My goodness, I was pretty exuberant! Not a bad thing at all (some might say that's arguable) but I have definitely changed since the time when those journal entries were scribed into memory. For one thing, I'm no longer in any great hurry to pursue a political match within the contracts of marriage. Such a thing will arrive when it arrives, but there's no point in rushing it
Either way, I will have plenty of tasks to occupy my days, and many projects to consider in order to enrich the fortunes of my house! I've the duties of my faith to consider, of course. So too will there be much study and research on the horizon, I should think.
So much study, actually. Gosh. I should get to it right away, Scholar!
Written By Gwenna
Dec. 25, 2020, 7:03 p.m.(8/19/1014 AR)
I am working on another painting, when time allows. I had hoped to do something that represents the winds over the seas, but that seems a hard concept for me to put to canvas. Instead, it will be two seahorses, which I admit have nothing to do with the wind but...well. Such are within my talents at this point and I hope it will be well received.
Written By Sydney
Dec. 25, 2020, 6:17 p.m.(8/19/1014 AR)
It is only when we fill our bowl that we realize that the bowl we were trying to fill is too small, too shabby, or is seen as gauche.
When I have the occasion to glimpse myself in a whisper's mirrormask, I've found myself staring at myself and wondering what became of the whip of a girl that landed half-starved on the streets, her head shaved to give her opponents nothing to grab hold of, sipping on ale because it made me less ill than the water, and being able to afford little more than scraps to get me from one day to the next.
There were any number of goals I set for myself, at the end of which I knew that I would be satisfied and content. I've blown past them, and the satisfaction never came. Contentedness never arose.
Oh, it's not to say I'm some sad sop, moping from moment to moment. The contrary is often true - but it makes me wonder on the nature of the goals that we set for ourselves. As we seek top ourselves, we race against time, against life, against our bodies, against our wits. We reach, and we reach, and we hope that a turn on the wheel is enough to grasp all that we hope for in this Dream. The objective always moves. Something must be strived for. Something must be clung to. Something drives a body from her bed, and there is no ending until we no longer open our eyes.
It is equal parts exquisite as it is frustrating.
Turn the page, now. The next chapter's soon.
When I have the occasion to glimpse myself in a whisper's mirrormask, I've found myself staring at myself and wondering what became of the whip of a girl that landed half-starved on the streets, her head shaved to give her opponents nothing to grab hold of, sipping on ale because it made me less ill than the water, and being able to afford little more than scraps to get me from one day to the next.
There were any number of goals I set for myself, at the end of which I knew that I would be satisfied and content. I've blown past them, and the satisfaction never came. Contentedness never arose.
Oh, it's not to say I'm some sad sop, moping from moment to moment. The contrary is often true - but it makes me wonder on the nature of the goals that we set for ourselves. As we seek top ourselves, we race against time, against life, against our bodies, against our wits. We reach, and we reach, and we hope that a turn on the wheel is enough to grasp all that we hope for in this Dream. The objective always moves. Something must be strived for. Something must be clung to. Something drives a body from her bed, and there is no ending until we no longer open our eyes.
It is equal parts exquisite as it is frustrating.
Turn the page, now. The next chapter's soon.
Written By Svana
Dec. 25, 2020, 3:48 p.m.(8/18/1014 AR)
I must spend my time honing my craft and riding my horse rather than spending time reading the Whites, Scholar.
It's just another way to procrastinate and I believe I read a journal entry in which someone said 'two cups of ass' which is a baking ingredient I don't really recommend.
It's just another way to procrastinate and I believe I read a journal entry in which someone said 'two cups of ass' which is a baking ingredient I don't really recommend.
Written By Lucrezia
Dec. 25, 2020, 3:14 p.m.(8/18/1014 AR)
Father, how did you handle this? To be loved was such a shining ideal.
This not love, though.
Was I wrong?
This not love, though.
Was I wrong?
Written By Patrizio
Dec. 25, 2020, 11:42 a.m.(8/18/1014 AR)
Preparations for the defence of the Saffron Chain continue apace.
I am concerned that there's so much disagreement on the field of the naval engagement - I avoided, perhaps for the best, the latter discussion of naval tactics, though from what I witness from my cousin's demeanour, it's probably for the best in terms of my sanity. The land-based operations are more fraught with peril, since it's becoming increasingly apparent that I need plan out for three separate matters... but we shall be ready to meet the Skal'dajan forces when they arrive.
We really have little other choice, do we.
I am concerned that there's so much disagreement on the field of the naval engagement - I avoided, perhaps for the best, the latter discussion of naval tactics, though from what I witness from my cousin's demeanour, it's probably for the best in terms of my sanity. The land-based operations are more fraught with peril, since it's becoming increasingly apparent that I need plan out for three separate matters... but we shall be ready to meet the Skal'dajan forces when they arrive.
We really have little other choice, do we.
Written By Piccola
Dec. 25, 2020, 12:21 a.m.(8/17/1014 AR)
Remember, wise general, the nature of etiquette.
The acme of etiquette is this: goodness among equals cannot be extorted by force. All people have a right both to defend himself from injuries. All people may seek to exact punishment or restitution for wrongs done to them. And when a man attempts to take what does not belong to them -- life or property -- every honorable person takes alarm and believes they do right when they run to defend or seek revenge for the injured person.
But think of these injuries: when a parent fails in the ordinary degree of affection towards their child; when a child seems to want that reverence expected by their parents; when siblings conspire against each other; when a person shuts their heart against compassion and refuses to relieve or recognize the misery of his fellows. In all these cases, the sufferer can only complain, the spectator can only advise, and the compassionate can only listen. To do otherwise is seen as insolent or disrespectful. We all know of these occasions.
So it is that cruelty and goodness are embraced in equal measure. We do not demand goodness from our peers because our mores prohibit it. We do but stand as bystanders while the small cuts are made one by one, day by day. We never talk of the quiet things that no one ever knows because it would shed the weakness we share with our equals: that we would rather watch the cruelty continue in silence than dare over-step out boundaries. And then we wonder why others see us as barbaric.
To us, the mere want of beneficence seems to merit no punishment from equals. Instead, we talk of the virtuous and meritorious among us, and exalt those who have shown that goodness without demand and unselfishly. It is not the absence of that apparent goodness that poisons the heart of society, but the deafening silence between us when we fail to condemn or simply demand better from one another. The man who barely abstains from violating either the person, or the estate, or the reputation of his neighbors has very little merit; however, because he fulfills all the rules of what we consider justice, he remains among us. He may therefore remain as cruel and vile as he is because we cannot demand he be better.
Thus, among peers, wise general, etiquette is the binding on a wound which never heals and inevitably kills.
The acme of etiquette is this: goodness among equals cannot be extorted by force. All people have a right both to defend himself from injuries. All people may seek to exact punishment or restitution for wrongs done to them. And when a man attempts to take what does not belong to them -- life or property -- every honorable person takes alarm and believes they do right when they run to defend or seek revenge for the injured person.
But think of these injuries: when a parent fails in the ordinary degree of affection towards their child; when a child seems to want that reverence expected by their parents; when siblings conspire against each other; when a person shuts their heart against compassion and refuses to relieve or recognize the misery of his fellows. In all these cases, the sufferer can only complain, the spectator can only advise, and the compassionate can only listen. To do otherwise is seen as insolent or disrespectful. We all know of these occasions.
So it is that cruelty and goodness are embraced in equal measure. We do not demand goodness from our peers because our mores prohibit it. We do but stand as bystanders while the small cuts are made one by one, day by day. We never talk of the quiet things that no one ever knows because it would shed the weakness we share with our equals: that we would rather watch the cruelty continue in silence than dare over-step out boundaries. And then we wonder why others see us as barbaric.
To us, the mere want of beneficence seems to merit no punishment from equals. Instead, we talk of the virtuous and meritorious among us, and exalt those who have shown that goodness without demand and unselfishly. It is not the absence of that apparent goodness that poisons the heart of society, but the deafening silence between us when we fail to condemn or simply demand better from one another. The man who barely abstains from violating either the person, or the estate, or the reputation of his neighbors has very little merit; however, because he fulfills all the rules of what we consider justice, he remains among us. He may therefore remain as cruel and vile as he is because we cannot demand he be better.
Thus, among peers, wise general, etiquette is the binding on a wound which never heals and inevitably kills.
Written By Maya
Dec. 24, 2020, 11:59 p.m.(8/17/1014 AR)
Mother,
I know you never wished me to be in the city. But family needs as family will. You will have to forgive me.
I believe everything will be just fine here.
I know you never wished me to be in the city. But family needs as family will. You will have to forgive me.
I believe everything will be just fine here.
Written By Teague
Dec. 24, 2020, 3:29 p.m.(8/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Reagan
My gifts are ready; both are finished for the woman to be my wife. I can't wait to give them to her, see which one is more to her liking. It will reflect on our future, but either way, I'm pleased with how they came out.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.