Written By Lucita
Aug. 27, 2020, 9:25 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Poor Micana, my assistant, seems to have writer's cramp or scribe's wrist from all the copying and work on notes and messages lately. I'll have to be more considerate and space some of that work out better for her. Maybe will put her to some research instead for a while.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 27, 2020, 7:46 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Nobody has ever gotten their freedom by appealing to the moral sense of the people who were oppressing them.
And there will always be oppression; that is why freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. Freedom does not pass to our children; it must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same. Should they fail, we shall spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like to live where men were free.
The people owe their freedom -- indeed, all the political rights and privileges they enjoy -- not to the good will of their governments, but to their own strength; and, for these reasons, one must always be prepared for war.
And there will always be oppression; that is why freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. Freedom does not pass to our children; it must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same. Should they fail, we shall spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like to live where men were free.
The people owe their freedom -- indeed, all the political rights and privileges they enjoy -- not to the good will of their governments, but to their own strength; and, for these reasons, one must always be prepared for war.
Written By Iseulet
Aug. 27, 2020, 7:10 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Fine, I will admit it. Yes, Scholar, I had to buy new sheets today. The old ones were sticky.
It's not what you think, Scholar. Let me explain.
I thought it was a stray cat at first - maybe a little bit overweight and slightly malformed. It's nose was too big and its ears too small. Had maybe been in some kind of accident as its tail was missing all of its hair. Poor creature! I thought. But it was so darling, once you could get over the stench of... trash tuna? Yes distinctly tuna that had been left out in the garbage for days.
So I took it in, and then I cleaned it up. (No the smell didn't go away). It looked very morose actually, with its somehow big but beady eyes.
I retired to bed with my night cap and a good, steamy book about pastry and then it jumped up into bed with me with all the rest of the cats.
And then it rolled over for a tummy rub and idly I reached over to acquiesce, finding the fur stiff and wiry - slightly oily not unlike that of a hound, but on the stomach smooth and soft.
But then.
From a horrific yawning maw in its stomach I felt pour forth fleshy, wriggling, warm life forms. In my panic, my somewhat extravagant and eccentric imagination yielded to me pictures of octopus kittens and fuzzy snakes with clawed feet and nibbly sharp jowls. A pulpy, amorphous tentacled mass, unknowable and truly horrific - a caricature of the sleek and knowable form of a cat. Instinct with fearsome and unnatural malignancy It was not truly unfaithful to the spirit of the mass, as I would come to find out, as when I looked down and shrieked I would realize that in all of my doting affection I had adopted (or had been adopted by)... a possum.
I watched in horror by lantern light as the writhing, wriggling, corpulent mass took form and as I caught sight of each little snoot. 1... 2.... 3... I counted for what seemed like an hour, over and over as each little mouth, when I came close, would hiss and sometimes snap until they got the feel of me.
Twenty.
Twenty little baby possums had ventured forth from the maw and attached themselves parasitically to the creature's spine and head using their tiny claws to wind and twist and tangle their way into the hair of the mother-beast, clinging.
And that, scholar, is why I've had to buy new sheets. The old ones were sticky from the hot toddy I poured all over myself and my blankets during the shocking events.
It's not what you think, Scholar. Let me explain.
I thought it was a stray cat at first - maybe a little bit overweight and slightly malformed. It's nose was too big and its ears too small. Had maybe been in some kind of accident as its tail was missing all of its hair. Poor creature! I thought. But it was so darling, once you could get over the stench of... trash tuna? Yes distinctly tuna that had been left out in the garbage for days.
So I took it in, and then I cleaned it up. (No the smell didn't go away). It looked very morose actually, with its somehow big but beady eyes.
I retired to bed with my night cap and a good, steamy book about pastry and then it jumped up into bed with me with all the rest of the cats.
And then it rolled over for a tummy rub and idly I reached over to acquiesce, finding the fur stiff and wiry - slightly oily not unlike that of a hound, but on the stomach smooth and soft.
But then.
From a horrific yawning maw in its stomach I felt pour forth fleshy, wriggling, warm life forms. In my panic, my somewhat extravagant and eccentric imagination yielded to me pictures of octopus kittens and fuzzy snakes with clawed feet and nibbly sharp jowls. A pulpy, amorphous tentacled mass, unknowable and truly horrific - a caricature of the sleek and knowable form of a cat. Instinct with fearsome and unnatural malignancy It was not truly unfaithful to the spirit of the mass, as I would come to find out, as when I looked down and shrieked I would realize that in all of my doting affection I had adopted (or had been adopted by)... a possum.
I watched in horror by lantern light as the writhing, wriggling, corpulent mass took form and as I caught sight of each little snoot. 1... 2.... 3... I counted for what seemed like an hour, over and over as each little mouth, when I came close, would hiss and sometimes snap until they got the feel of me.
Twenty.
Twenty little baby possums had ventured forth from the maw and attached themselves parasitically to the creature's spine and head using their tiny claws to wind and twist and tangle their way into the hair of the mother-beast, clinging.
And that, scholar, is why I've had to buy new sheets. The old ones were sticky from the hot toddy I poured all over myself and my blankets during the shocking events.
Written By Ridley
Aug. 26, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Consumption's primary mechanism of transmission is presently unknown to us. Considering the elevated rates of infection in high-density clinics, it is not unreasonable to suppose that it spreads via the air. Perhaps related, there is emerging evidence to indicate symptoms spread quickly within family units and cramped worksites. We again witness correlation between cowded, unsanitary conditions and the prevalence of disease.
The classic presentation of respiratory impairment includes weight loss, chronic cough, and fever. Hemoptysis may be observed but is not itself criteria for diagnosis. Auscultation should be used to determine the extent of compromised tissue. Check lips and fingertips for cyanosis. Measure respirations and pulse.
Given the low probability of survival, especially in instances where the disease has infiltrated all lobes of the lungs, palliative treatment is advised. Collect from the patient names of loved ones or associates who might have been in close contact with them during the course of their illness. Ensure access to clean, crisp air and administer ether as appropriate to alleviate coughing fits and suffering.
The classic presentation of respiratory impairment includes weight loss, chronic cough, and fever. Hemoptysis may be observed but is not itself criteria for diagnosis. Auscultation should be used to determine the extent of compromised tissue. Check lips and fingertips for cyanosis. Measure respirations and pulse.
Given the low probability of survival, especially in instances where the disease has infiltrated all lobes of the lungs, palliative treatment is advised. Collect from the patient names of loved ones or associates who might have been in close contact with them during the course of their illness. Ensure access to clean, crisp air and administer ether as appropriate to alleviate coughing fits and suffering.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 26, 2020, 10:10 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
A slave owner is not a man but a master; by denying the humanity of his slaves he also abrogates his own humanity.
Written By Thea
Aug. 26, 2020, 7:13 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Before I took on my current commanding leadership of the Phoenix Brigade, I was commanding Southport's City Guard. I had started a project regarding the land defenses within the city. It was a lot of traveling back and forth, a lot of correspondences. Now however, I can finally say it's completed. I've seen it. It will give our enemies second thought of trying to enter our home. I'm grateful for all the help I received to get it finished!
Written By Aleksei
Aug. 26, 2020, 4:52 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Saedrus
I miss you.
Written By Strozza
Aug. 26, 2020, 12:20 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Wisp of smoke that does not melt
Touch of whispers on flag stone
A rumble of gentle thunder felt
In shining gold eyes I am not alone.
Touch of whispers on flag stone
A rumble of gentle thunder felt
In shining gold eyes I am not alone.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 26, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(11/27/1013 AR)
I've taken on a student, of sorts. A friend's son who has an interest in herbs and healing; poor kid had to watch me do the bone-saw thing on a dockworker who had a crate crush his leg really nasty-like. Yeah, I'm taking him the gentler side of things as well, but if he's going to run with me he better get used to blood fast. I think he'll be fine. He's a tough kid.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 26, 2020, 12:38 a.m.(11/27/1013 AR)
Freedom without equality is a pretense, a fraud, and a lie.
Liberty that recognizes no restrictions other than those determined by the laws of our own individual nature, which cannot properly be regarded as restrictions since these laws are not imposed by any outside force, but are inherent, forming the very basis of our material, intellectual, and moral being. They do not limit us but are the real and immediate conditions of our freedom.
Even the most wretched individual of our present society could not exist and develop without the cumulative social efforts of countless generations. Thus the individual, his freedom and reason, are the products of society, and not vice versa. Society is not the product of individuals comprising it; the higher, the more fully the individual is developed, the greater his freedom.
Freedom therefore is the absolute right of every sentient being.
Liberty that recognizes no restrictions other than those determined by the laws of our own individual nature, which cannot properly be regarded as restrictions since these laws are not imposed by any outside force, but are inherent, forming the very basis of our material, intellectual, and moral being. They do not limit us but are the real and immediate conditions of our freedom.
Even the most wretched individual of our present society could not exist and develop without the cumulative social efforts of countless generations. Thus the individual, his freedom and reason, are the products of society, and not vice versa. Society is not the product of individuals comprising it; the higher, the more fully the individual is developed, the greater his freedom.
Freedom therefore is the absolute right of every sentient being.
Written By Sydney
Aug. 25, 2020, 9:56 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
Dream not of what you can change for yourself on the next turn of the wheel.
Everything you do in this turn, do it in full. There will always be regrets, but nothing stings more keenly than the opportunity not taken.
Everything you do in this turn, do it in full. There will always be regrets, but nothing stings more keenly than the opportunity not taken.
Written By Lucita
Aug. 25, 2020, 9:19 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
The giant skull in Southport Square made a nice little shelter from the gusts of autumn wind for a picnic. Conversation did rather echo a bit depending on where one sat or stood but few can claim having had a picnic in a more unusual spot.
Written By Selene
Aug. 25, 2020, 5:50 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
I love it when the Compact gets a happy ending. Stormstorm should be very happy in Gemecitta's arms.
Written By Clover
Aug. 25, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
Well, it is official. I am officially ready and willing to entertain offers of marriage for some members of House Farshaw. Of course those interested will need to be capable of marrying into the house, but I am open to discussions for those curious. I look forward to the prospects and potential to build a lasting relationship with other houses through this endeavor.
Now, we shall see if there is any interest.
Now, we shall see if there is any interest.
Written By Svana
Aug. 25, 2020, 4:10 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Asher
I am so excited right now I could burst! I will wait to do that, however. Asher always knows how to make me a happy girl. I'm always glad he took a chance on a younger woman without much experience who was in a not great situation. Thank you for taking a chance on me. Thank you for continuing to make me the happiest girl in the City.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 25, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
I leave for a little less than a fortnight and there's marriages and arguments and declarations of all kinds. Oaths, promises, vows; what a reassuring thing to see. Change. People can change, much as the seasons are now. Leaves are turning, wind is blowing. Think I saw snow while I was on the road.
My mother tells me change is the only thing constant, and my Dad would tell me he wish it would slow down a little, notably when he's staring at his grandchildren.
"Some things change, and some things never do."
My mother tells me change is the only thing constant, and my Dad would tell me he wish it would slow down a little, notably when he's staring at his grandchildren.
"Some things change, and some things never do."
Written By Rukhnis
Aug. 25, 2020, 1:39 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
If a person keeps stubbing their toe and stumbling while they are walking, sometimes the best thing to do is leap the distance instead.
However, so long as we are wishing Ras success in the serious endeavour to which he has pledged himself, then we are both in agreement.
However, so long as we are wishing Ras success in the serious endeavour to which he has pledged himself, then we are both in agreement.
Written By Ophne
Aug. 25, 2020, 12:33 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
I invented a new game. Plate War.
It is intensely irritating that on my first outing of this glorious game of sneak moves and tactics I was beaten by a novice. I shall plan more carefully in the future.
It is intensely irritating that on my first outing of this glorious game of sneak moves and tactics I was beaten by a novice. I shall plan more carefully in the future.
Written By Strozza
Aug. 25, 2020, 9:37 a.m.(11/25/1013 AR)
So - how to do a spring celebration, I've never been a spring. More an autumn. Well I suppose people will be getting kittens for certain - for coming out. While I may be keeping the why for the celebration close to the vest, how often does everything seem to be 'Oh we are so grande' eating fancy dances and dancing fancy dinners.
Perhaps something more like an Ostrian Carnival?
Perhaps something more like an Ostrian Carnival?
Written By Preston
Aug. 25, 2020, 6:33 a.m.(11/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
While I admire the sophistry, I fear it is not the same. When we speak of defending the innocent, we do not speak of only defending the innocent - there is no need to worry if all you would defend are innocent, because they never are. But yes, it can be extreme, it can be an absolute command. There are times when Templars step into hopeless battles to give the innocent time to escape, a hope for life. There are times as an order we march before we are ready in the hope of saving many - as we did to Sungreet. And we take the losses that this causes, with a heavy heart and much sadness.
However, we acknowledge the Templar path is one of devotion and not of comfort. Nor is it an easy one - and some do falter and fall. It is also not a specific oath we undertake, but one of Gloria's commands we observe.
Perhaps my words were harshly put, but there is a note of concern - Ras seeks for himself a new life, a new start. The oath...it is like encouraging yourself to move on by burning all that was behind you. It makes the fall that much greater. It makes the stakes that much greater. I perhaps would have counselled him to begin by proving to himself a little way on this journey before staking so much. But, I am also of the Orthodox. Our oaths are taken literally and in the spirit, in the broadest binding I suppose you might say. We are cautious with them. I know this is not the way in Arx, that we see much of the Pragmatic approach. Still. It is a serious undertaking, and one I wish him the best with - I believe he wishes to do good, in my experience his mind has always been to protect others and maybe in another life his soul will be a Templar.
However, we acknowledge the Templar path is one of devotion and not of comfort. Nor is it an easy one - and some do falter and fall. It is also not a specific oath we undertake, but one of Gloria's commands we observe.
Perhaps my words were harshly put, but there is a note of concern - Ras seeks for himself a new life, a new start. The oath...it is like encouraging yourself to move on by burning all that was behind you. It makes the fall that much greater. It makes the stakes that much greater. I perhaps would have counselled him to begin by proving to himself a little way on this journey before staking so much. But, I am also of the Orthodox. Our oaths are taken literally and in the spirit, in the broadest binding I suppose you might say. We are cautious with them. I know this is not the way in Arx, that we see much of the Pragmatic approach. Still. It is a serious undertaking, and one I wish him the best with - I believe he wishes to do good, in my experience his mind has always been to protect others and maybe in another life his soul will be a Templar.
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