Written By Filshiar
June 28, 2020, 12:16 a.m.(7/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
My comrade-in-arms in the Silver Swords and a fine man...for an Oathlander. I was gratified to learn of his promotion after his good and brave service at Sungreet, for none could be more worth. It has ever been an honor to serve with him and he shall do well for all of us.
Written By Filshiar
June 28, 2020, 12:01 a.m.(7/21/1013 AR)
A fellow asked me of my hobbies tonight. I had to pause, to give this question proper consideration.
My days often feel too full to devote to matters of leisure, particularly of late. We live in times both fascinating and deeply troubled.
My answer? I've a fondness for horses and hounds, and enjoy both riding and hunting when I've the leisure for it. I've less an affinity for birds, but hawking is a fine diversion, and I fish when I've the opportunity for it. Much I love to fill my hours with most, the city is not built for, but I take what small escapes to the forests I can. I enjoy reading, though I've never had the nimble sort of mind true scholarship seems to require. Swordwork is ever invigorating, but it is so tied to duty that I can scarce call it a hobby anymore.
Is this of great import for the scholars and Vellichor's histories? Surely not, in comparison to all the concerns of our age. But I wished to commit to paper that which I took joy in, when I had occasion to think on it, for it seems of particular importance to remember where that can be found just now.
My days often feel too full to devote to matters of leisure, particularly of late. We live in times both fascinating and deeply troubled.
My answer? I've a fondness for horses and hounds, and enjoy both riding and hunting when I've the leisure for it. I've less an affinity for birds, but hawking is a fine diversion, and I fish when I've the opportunity for it. Much I love to fill my hours with most, the city is not built for, but I take what small escapes to the forests I can. I enjoy reading, though I've never had the nimble sort of mind true scholarship seems to require. Swordwork is ever invigorating, but it is so tied to duty that I can scarce call it a hobby anymore.
Is this of great import for the scholars and Vellichor's histories? Surely not, in comparison to all the concerns of our age. But I wished to commit to paper that which I took joy in, when I had occasion to think on it, for it seems of particular importance to remember where that can be found just now.
Written By Arik
June 27, 2020, 11:53 p.m.(7/21/1013 AR)
On the topic of the education of the northern folk.
While we didn't exclusively build holds into the sides of mountains by yelling at them, we did yell, we will also yell at people while doing other things to make them less obstructions and more productive for us. It's a practical education learning to clear away that which is unproductive and replace it with what is. Now that is a northern past time.
While we didn't exclusively build holds into the sides of mountains by yelling at them, we did yell, we will also yell at people while doing other things to make them less obstructions and more productive for us. It's a practical education learning to clear away that which is unproductive and replace it with what is. Now that is a northern past time.
Written By Sydney
June 27, 2020, 10:01 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
There is something that needs to be said, and I have not had the platform to say so.
Too much chocolate in the cookies. Too much - especially for this heat. It makes eating them an absolute mess. Who makes things with chocolate when it's sweltering like this?
...send more. A few melted.
Too much chocolate in the cookies. Too much - especially for this heat. It makes eating them an absolute mess. Who makes things with chocolate when it's sweltering like this?
...send more. A few melted.
Written By Hamish
June 27, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
Thus far the Festival of Death has been a tremendous success. I'm looking forward to the concert and the upcoming fashion show and, of course, the ball. I'm a little less sure about the folly, but there's no one I can blame for that but me.
Written By Amari
June 27, 2020, 8:05 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
Good news! It's been independently verified that I'm not the dullest Oathlander. I have many faults, but being dull is not the most severe of them.
Written By Kiera
June 27, 2020, 7:53 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
Another u busy week. I'm getting to see more of the city. This week included my first visits to the grotto and managerie and a return visit to Mercier's tea shop which I really enjoy. even on social outings, I learn important things like the fact that i need to learn to relax more and enjoy the experience of the moment. All around me i saw people taking part in simple please the braiding of hair, the soaking of shoulders and the warmth of hot tea. i wonder how many such things I miss with my head constantly caught in some puzzle. I saw a man have his first experience with tea. I found a bit of amusement at his consternation I confess but he seemed a good sort and each person there gave advice. I've had countless new experiences since ariving in arx but tea and pastry i've long since taken for granted and i found I could not recall my first taste of it. I must not let such moments pass me by as i experience my firsts and always be prepared to question even my simplest assumptions for it never once occurred to me that someone could reach adulthood without having sampled hot tea. as open-minded as I believe myself to be even i hold unquestioned assumptions. an important lesson.
Written By Nina
June 27, 2020, 7:18 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
It feels like so much is happening right now...
It's a little embarrassing to say, but I really haven't been keeping up with politics or with the elections for council. I've been so busy designing and sewing gowns because I have so many to work on, and this is my first big push to show....
I feel bad about it! But it will be so exciting to have a fashion show! So it'll be so worth it!
It's a little embarrassing to say, but I really haven't been keeping up with politics or with the elections for council. I've been so busy designing and sewing gowns because I have so many to work on, and this is my first big push to show....
I feel bad about it! But it will be so exciting to have a fashion show! So it'll be so worth it!
Written By Mia
June 27, 2020, 6:41 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
Knowing that something is true is not at all the same as believing in it.
There are a good many things that I've seen with my own eyes which I still refuse to believe in because, frankly, believing in them just encourages them -- and that is to be avoided at all costs.
There are a good many things that I've seen with my own eyes which I still refuse to believe in because, frankly, believing in them just encourages them -- and that is to be avoided at all costs.
Written By Lys
June 27, 2020, 6:25 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sirius
It isn't easy, my prince. When the laughter dies and the silence fills up that space. When joy is cut off with one deft move and the quiet rushes in louder than it has any right to be... it hurts. Silence isn't empty, it's full. It's a painful fullness.
Written By Tanith
June 27, 2020, 2:45 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
There's nothing that makes my heart warm and my face smile quite like Raymesin whistling in our kitchen while he washes dishes, our lover sitting at the table offering quiet commentary.
Married life really is quite the best.
Married life really is quite the best.
Written By Dio
June 27, 2020, 1:32 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
It had been a while since I'd walked through the terraced farmholds of Ischia. It was in that region that I first saw Imogene on an idle walk after many months at sea, though I was now there for a far different purpose.
The Seraceni way of life for countless generations has been bound to the sea. Our wealth and livelihood comes from raiding, not agriculture, and yet the farmers of Ischia work on fertile soil and grow fruit vital to long voyages. I have asked them to send all they can to Arx, and while I have compensated them as best I could, it was not equivalent to what they would have made had they taken their goods to market in the ordinary fashion. In spite of this, there were few murmurings. Though Arx must feel far away to many whose entire lives are lived in the volcanic hills, tilling soil, and caring for livestock, many have relations who sail to Arx in trade missions, or who have sailed with me into the Saffron Chain. Though there are exceptions, most took pride in offering their help, though it meant sacrifices on their part.
"Have you killed all the slavers in the Chain, Marquis?" asked one old woman named Gigi, when she presented us with some pasta in a small town outside of Morisco. "No," I replied. "Get to it," said she. "Ain't for a Pirate Lord to let folk wallow in chains."
"Aye," I replied. Time to make good.
The Seraceni way of life for countless generations has been bound to the sea. Our wealth and livelihood comes from raiding, not agriculture, and yet the farmers of Ischia work on fertile soil and grow fruit vital to long voyages. I have asked them to send all they can to Arx, and while I have compensated them as best I could, it was not equivalent to what they would have made had they taken their goods to market in the ordinary fashion. In spite of this, there were few murmurings. Though Arx must feel far away to many whose entire lives are lived in the volcanic hills, tilling soil, and caring for livestock, many have relations who sail to Arx in trade missions, or who have sailed with me into the Saffron Chain. Though there are exceptions, most took pride in offering their help, though it meant sacrifices on their part.
"Have you killed all the slavers in the Chain, Marquis?" asked one old woman named Gigi, when she presented us with some pasta in a small town outside of Morisco. "No," I replied. "Get to it," said she. "Ain't for a Pirate Lord to let folk wallow in chains."
"Aye," I replied. Time to make good.
Written By Cambria
June 27, 2020, 12:47 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
There has always been, and always will be, playacting in political life. (Or should I say political theater?) People will prefer to act out strong emotions and so forth for their own sake than aught else. At times, this mimicry is rather mild, while at others it is overpowering. Now that is not to say that every manifestation of feeling is false, rather it is that the temptation to act more passionately than one feels is common.
Written By Piccola
June 27, 2020, 12:21 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
I met a man who, by his personal drive and industry, seeks to make a comfortable life for himself, and I immediately admired him.
It occurred to me that the source of the misery of human life arises from over-rating the difference between one situation and another. Avarice over-rates the difference between poverty and riches; ambition, that between a private and a public station; vain-glory, that between obscurity and extensive reputation. Anyone under the influence of any of those extravagant passions is not only miserable in his actual situation, but is often disposed to disturb the peace of society in order to arrive at that which he so foolishly admires. However, the slightest observation might satisfy him, that, in all the ordinary situations of human life, a well-disposed mind may be equally calm, equally cheerful, and equally contented. Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others; however, none can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardor which drives us to violate the rules either of prudence or of justice.
So it was that this man, who had neither title nor even patron to recommend him, came to me by invitation, and provided to me the theory above. He sought neither riches nor station nor reputation beyond his own skill. And while I await the quality of his work, scholar, it was his desire for self-determination that caught my eye and ear.
May Gild bless him.
It occurred to me that the source of the misery of human life arises from over-rating the difference between one situation and another. Avarice over-rates the difference between poverty and riches; ambition, that between a private and a public station; vain-glory, that between obscurity and extensive reputation. Anyone under the influence of any of those extravagant passions is not only miserable in his actual situation, but is often disposed to disturb the peace of society in order to arrive at that which he so foolishly admires. However, the slightest observation might satisfy him, that, in all the ordinary situations of human life, a well-disposed mind may be equally calm, equally cheerful, and equally contented. Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others; however, none can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardor which drives us to violate the rules either of prudence or of justice.
So it was that this man, who had neither title nor even patron to recommend him, came to me by invitation, and provided to me the theory above. He sought neither riches nor station nor reputation beyond his own skill. And while I await the quality of his work, scholar, it was his desire for self-determination that caught my eye and ear.
May Gild bless him.
Written By Ravna
June 27, 2020, 10:55 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
When Two become One, does that mean Two is now undone? Or soon becomes an even greater number for that self-sacrifice?
Thirteen mirrors facing inward, each mirror can see each mirror, One sits in the center of Thirteen - how many Ones will One see?
Is One still One, or One times Thirteen?
Her skin painted like the night sky, and she is divine, so is there a riddle thought: Do stars disappear during the day? Are the stars always there? The moon? Is a thing still a thing if another thing covers that thing?
Is it the armory that has value, or the wielder and wearer?
One blade stuck in the table, three hands on top, two bodies present - who gets dropped?
Thirteen mirrors facing inward, each mirror can see each mirror, One sits in the center of Thirteen - how many Ones will One see?
Is One still One, or One times Thirteen?
Her skin painted like the night sky, and she is divine, so is there a riddle thought: Do stars disappear during the day? Are the stars always there? The moon? Is a thing still a thing if another thing covers that thing?
Is it the armory that has value, or the wielder and wearer?
One blade stuck in the table, three hands on top, two bodies present - who gets dropped?
Written By Rysen
June 27, 2020, 10:23 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tescelina
When we first met, we did not get along. You embodied your ideals with a countenance as cold and majestic as the Everwinter. I was fire and warmth, clinging desperately to mine. You chided me once for my foolishness in addressing the stars, as those who imagine life in all things sometimes do, and yet we both could not look away from their brilliance. In parting, you smiled - rare, radiant and beautiful.
Your sword skill was alive with fluidity and grace. As we traveled, our differences became strengths. You became someone I respected and trusted: a comrade in arms and a friend.
In my nightmares of Sungreet, when the men and women of Stormwall, who trained with me since I was a boy, are dying, and my rage and hate begin to well up into a black despair - then do I glance to my right and see you locked in a mortal duel with the Reviled Master. Each time in my dream I fight desperately to reach you - but I can never change anything. You always become a brilliant light.
You have embodied all of the highest ideals of knighthood, Lady Tescelina Wyrmguard. It is an honor to have known you. The last message I have in your hand reads: "I have not smiled in a long time." Let it be otherwise in your next turn, Knight of Sorrows.
Your sword skill was alive with fluidity and grace. As we traveled, our differences became strengths. You became someone I respected and trusted: a comrade in arms and a friend.
In my nightmares of Sungreet, when the men and women of Stormwall, who trained with me since I was a boy, are dying, and my rage and hate begin to well up into a black despair - then do I glance to my right and see you locked in a mortal duel with the Reviled Master. Each time in my dream I fight desperately to reach you - but I can never change anything. You always become a brilliant light.
You have embodied all of the highest ideals of knighthood, Lady Tescelina Wyrmguard. It is an honor to have known you. The last message I have in your hand reads: "I have not smiled in a long time." Let it be otherwise in your next turn, Knight of Sorrows.
Written By Ilira
June 27, 2020, 10:09 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
How smoothly silver tongues twine.
Written By Mabelle
June 27, 2020, 6:31 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
I was always told to be careful what I wish for.
No one ever warned me to be mindful what I complained about.
Different action, same result.
No one ever warned me to be mindful what I complained about.
Different action, same result.
Written By Charis
June 27, 2020, 3:24 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
What's "perspicacious"? I asked the butcher two shops down. He said it sounded sweaty.
Written By Sydney
June 27, 2020, 1:12 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
There is no greater solace than the words one needs to hear, written by whom one needs to hear it from, delivered by letter.
They do not cure all, but they're a welcome start.
They do not cure all, but they're a welcome start.
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