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.
Written By Sunaia
June 26, 2020, 9:46 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
So, I was very sure I was going to find the right horse today - and I have Scholar. Would you like to see him?
(No, not here. I am fully aware that a horse cannot invade the sanctity of the Archives. I'm not that impulsive --)
Scholar has just disagreed with me. He shook his head. Please, note that Scholar Einar has endured me long enough to make this judgement call. I can't say that I blame him, not really. So, at the market. There I am. I visited the usual purveyors of fine horses. They were, obviously, out of my purchase range and I moved on.
I saw a dun - a chestnut. I saw a beautiful bay. Gelding, with a little white snip at the end of his nose. The stable-hand helped me. Blanket - saddle - girth. While I was tightening the girth there was a bridle brought. I sent them back, once or twice and I was terribly insistent that I wanted a bit-less bridle. I wanted him to have his head. After the usual bartering and settling of the trade, I had him.
He's mostly calm, but fresh and overly eager to be out of the stables and in the open air. He didn't spook when a cart passed by. All good omens, I think, for a smooth ride. I simply walked him through the city center (with only a minor stop for a day's worth of provisions for horse and rider) and we were off and into the forest. It takes so very little to spur him on. Which is, both a good thing - and bad. Because I needed a visit to the Mercies and a soak at the Grotto after I took a tumble.
We trotted out into the woods, took a path, and -- we flew. Not literally.
But a gallop through a wild wood is the closest that I think I will ever be to that weightless feeling.
Spending a full day out in such a way won''t cure my restless heart.
At least for a few hours, I could forget about it.
(No, not here. I am fully aware that a horse cannot invade the sanctity of the Archives. I'm not that impulsive --)
Scholar has just disagreed with me. He shook his head. Please, note that Scholar Einar has endured me long enough to make this judgement call. I can't say that I blame him, not really. So, at the market. There I am. I visited the usual purveyors of fine horses. They were, obviously, out of my purchase range and I moved on.
I saw a dun - a chestnut. I saw a beautiful bay. Gelding, with a little white snip at the end of his nose. The stable-hand helped me. Blanket - saddle - girth. While I was tightening the girth there was a bridle brought. I sent them back, once or twice and I was terribly insistent that I wanted a bit-less bridle. I wanted him to have his head. After the usual bartering and settling of the trade, I had him.
He's mostly calm, but fresh and overly eager to be out of the stables and in the open air. He didn't spook when a cart passed by. All good omens, I think, for a smooth ride. I simply walked him through the city center (with only a minor stop for a day's worth of provisions for horse and rider) and we were off and into the forest. It takes so very little to spur him on. Which is, both a good thing - and bad. Because I needed a visit to the Mercies and a soak at the Grotto after I took a tumble.
We trotted out into the woods, took a path, and -- we flew. Not literally.
But a gallop through a wild wood is the closest that I think I will ever be to that weightless feeling.
Spending a full day out in such a way won''t cure my restless heart.
At least for a few hours, I could forget about it.
Written By Oili
June 26, 2020, 8:47 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
To whomever needs to know this:
Contrary to whatever popular stereotypes exist of Northmen, we're quite educated. I know that might upset some that can only live in a world where the Northmen fail to grasp basic concepts, but we didn't build houses into mountainsides by yelling at them.
That this needs to be said at all is both greatly disappointing and largely confusing to me.
Contrary to whatever popular stereotypes exist of Northmen, we're quite educated. I know that might upset some that can only live in a world where the Northmen fail to grasp basic concepts, but we didn't build houses into mountainsides by yelling at them.
That this needs to be said at all is both greatly disappointing and largely confusing to me.
Written By Rosalind
June 26, 2020, 6:46 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
It.Is.HOT! So hot scholar! But I'm more than ready for the next adventure, much to the dismay of my family...
Written By Thea
June 26, 2020, 6:43 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
I borrowed aunt Eirene's twins today. I needed them for a project really, but we went on an adventure. I took them on a small sailing adventure, one tried to ride Finn. Like he was a horse. I mean, Finn took it like a champ and I may have suggested to them that they should ask their mother for a Finn of their own. OOPS! We did quite a bit but Gods, they were exhausting. But you know what scholar? By the end of the day, they were exhausted and filthy and SAFELY delivered home. Hear that? SAFELY! I took the scalpel away just in time....
Written By Sydney
June 26, 2020, 6:08 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
The rumors say there was a falling star. Did anyone find it?
Why do I sleep through every ephemeral occurrence of note in this city but the damned painful snow?
Why do I sleep through every ephemeral occurrence of note in this city but the damned painful snow?
Written By Gwenna
June 26, 2020, 6:01 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
Diplomacy is often the art of pleasing one's fellow peers, while also not pissing off the person or persons with sharp objects who are not opposed to using them. Especially if they might not be opposed to using them on you.
Written By Sirius
June 26, 2020, 5:04 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Lys
The din of the living, brokered into the silence of the hereafter all in a singular dream. If only it were so easy, Baroness.
Ding, ding, ding-a-ling.
Ding, ding, ding-a-ling.
Written By Saoirse
June 26, 2020, 3:59 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
I'm confused. Are we getting our knickers in knots over titles now? Seems gauche.
Written By Anisha
June 26, 2020, 12:46 p.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
It is an honour to be appointed Best Liar to Lord Idris and Lady Iris Malvici, and I do so solemnly swear to teach them the exact value of truth and the virtues of Lycene living, as I understand them. I will strive to be worthy of the trust Lady Eirene has placed in me.
Now to figure out a good set of truths and lies to present at their birthday.
Preparation is everything.
Now to figure out a good set of truths and lies to present at their birthday.
Preparation is everything.
Written By Selene
June 26, 2020, 11:08 a.m.(7/18/1013 AR)
What makes you happy? What truly inspires you? There are themes and motifs that end up buried under the welter of life, and every so often, mine for them like a treasured heirloom.
Written By Victus
June 26, 2020, 9:05 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
When contracting Prima Shard and the Valorous Few to assist in our common problem with those ornery to thralldom’s end, I was quite pleased with the service provided.
Some of them even got on boats to get to Sungreet. Which is a /long/ journey for someone who doesn’t like boats in the least.
Some of them even got on boats to get to Sungreet. Which is a /long/ journey for someone who doesn’t like boats in the least.
Written By Raziel
June 26, 2020, 8:45 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Note to self: Find out what a Prima is and why people seem to have such difficulty holding to one definition.
Oh I'm quite aware it does not make one a Peer, Scholar. I've just not heard or read the term before, and it pays to check when someone encounters something unknown, yes?
Oh I'm quite aware it does not make one a Peer, Scholar. I've just not heard or read the term before, and it pays to check when someone encounters something unknown, yes?
Written By Lys
June 26, 2020, 5:24 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
I dreamt that laughter died, and the silence was filled only with hollow ringing bells.
Written By Ilira
June 26, 2020, 4:53 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
I hear my name on wind
Seas sing to me,
And I know I'm made to know these highways
No place to rest this breathless soul,
I'm not lonely to love a mountain's night
Manifest me in the smoke of day,
Smooth me into the pulse of the night,
Look
Breathe
There's clarity in this darkness
Cause I've spent a while on wings without wind
And a hollowed spirit will still lift
so take me airborne,
I am boundless
I recall my first writing of this at 17--might've been my birthday. I'd say the initial draft was warmer, more ebullient with youth and naivete. I spoke to exemplify my girlhood, all bright eyes and dreams to match. The lyrics refined throughout years and experience, as a haven of memory when I felt most beside myself. Something of the recent weeks drew me to commit it, post deliberation, to the whites.
Seas sing to me,
And I know I'm made to know these highways
No place to rest this breathless soul,
I'm not lonely to love a mountain's night
Manifest me in the smoke of day,
Smooth me into the pulse of the night,
Look
Breathe
There's clarity in this darkness
Cause I've spent a while on wings without wind
And a hollowed spirit will still lift
so take me airborne,
I am boundless
I recall my first writing of this at 17--might've been my birthday. I'd say the initial draft was warmer, more ebullient with youth and naivete. I spoke to exemplify my girlhood, all bright eyes and dreams to match. The lyrics refined throughout years and experience, as a haven of memory when I felt most beside myself. Something of the recent weeks drew me to commit it, post deliberation, to the whites.
Written By Shard
June 26, 2020, 2:30 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
I don't recall, in any of my responses, including the first one which you took enough offense to that you decided to call out someone most of the Peerage considers a commoner, saying what you want to do is slavery. I do recall saying, in various ways, including in great detail in my previous entry, that how you want to do it is a monumentally bad idea.
Your response was to attempt to insult me, imply I had no idea about the value of human life, and then claim that I, and others who criticized you, including the /First Liberator/, Paladin of Freedom, and former and first Archlector of the First Choice, have not done anything to help thralls or slaves and therefore have no business commenting on your efforts. Indeed, you implied that no one cares or is caring for the former thralls of Sungreet, when that is demonstrably untrue, and you did it to people that not only have repeatedly risked their lives to fight slavery, but were, in fact, people who risked their lives to help free those very same thralls, and who fought alongside them as part of that effort.
If I have to spell it out even further: me. That includes me.
You know, the murderous sellsword who has no regard for the value of human life? I have no interest in being paid for it, but if you want to put the price at a thousand silver per freed thrall and shower someone in coin, you could pay the Liberators what you'd owe me if I did. I'd have to find out the exact numbers, but it starts at a bare minimum of four million silver and climbs pretty fast from there.
First rule of combat: before you attack, know who it is you're picking a fight with.
Just some friendly advice, Duchess Tyde.
Your response was to attempt to insult me, imply I had no idea about the value of human life, and then claim that I, and others who criticized you, including the /First Liberator/, Paladin of Freedom, and former and first Archlector of the First Choice, have not done anything to help thralls or slaves and therefore have no business commenting on your efforts. Indeed, you implied that no one cares or is caring for the former thralls of Sungreet, when that is demonstrably untrue, and you did it to people that not only have repeatedly risked their lives to fight slavery, but were, in fact, people who risked their lives to help free those very same thralls, and who fought alongside them as part of that effort.
If I have to spell it out even further: me. That includes me.
You know, the murderous sellsword who has no regard for the value of human life? I have no interest in being paid for it, but if you want to put the price at a thousand silver per freed thrall and shower someone in coin, you could pay the Liberators what you'd owe me if I did. I'd have to find out the exact numbers, but it starts at a bare minimum of four million silver and climbs pretty fast from there.
First rule of combat: before you attack, know who it is you're picking a fight with.
Just some friendly advice, Duchess Tyde.
Written By Haakon
June 26, 2020, 2:26 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
I know reavers better than you do.
I am a reaver. I've raided since I was a boy, because the winters are lean, the rocks grow little, and my people will not starve.
And though you can keep right on basking in your self righteous hate, the plain truth is that you're railing against a world that doesn't exist, anymore.
Ivan Helianthus and those like him are dying. The Tyde and those like her are ready to spend silver and blood to see them off. No more thralls are being made. Everyday, more thralls are freed. Now we're freeing slaves, and you find a way to hate us for that, too. That you think all Islesmen are slavers at heart who will sell souls for a quick silver says more about you than it says about us.
What a day when an Islesman needs to tell a Mainlander to stop living in the past and let go of their backward views on Thralldom.
I am a reaver. I've raided since I was a boy, because the winters are lean, the rocks grow little, and my people will not starve.
And though you can keep right on basking in your self righteous hate, the plain truth is that you're railing against a world that doesn't exist, anymore.
Ivan Helianthus and those like him are dying. The Tyde and those like her are ready to spend silver and blood to see them off. No more thralls are being made. Everyday, more thralls are freed. Now we're freeing slaves, and you find a way to hate us for that, too. That you think all Islesmen are slavers at heart who will sell souls for a quick silver says more about you than it says about us.
What a day when an Islesman needs to tell a Mainlander to stop living in the past and let go of their backward views on Thralldom.
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