Written By Thea
April 14, 2020, 3:46 p.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
Heard a tale about a ghost ship the other night. I would usually question it more, but the man was injured. And he said it involved 2 Kennexes and Lady Esme. So now I feel like I need to investigate.
Written By Tanith
April 14, 2020, noon(2/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Emara
Emara makes the most amazing soap. She used to make me some when she was in the city, told me it was because I smelled like the Murder and she -hated- that. Which I still don't understand.
But what I understood -less- was how she could make soap that didn't have you smell like roses dipped in alcohol and jasmine. I mean, when it's done and it smells overpowering and awful. I don't have her gifts but even I choke when someone drifts by and they reek of Abyssal-floral-ass. (Scholar, I didn't know what that meant until I happened by the Ambassador Salon during some ... birthday party for a princess, I think? It's apt. Trust me.)
Emara can make a perfume, or a soap, or whatever, that makes it seem like you haven't scented yourself, that you woke up literally smelling like rosemary, that it's a part of your character and nothing artificial. It's amazing. I don't know how she does it. She makes our mother smell like she's a walking, breathing, smiling lemon bar. Our father swears that's just 'how she be!' (Scholar, he insisted it was a 'part of her natural cycle, bless her'. I can't.)
I can't wait for her to make me soap again.
But what I understood -less- was how she could make soap that didn't have you smell like roses dipped in alcohol and jasmine. I mean, when it's done and it smells overpowering and awful. I don't have her gifts but even I choke when someone drifts by and they reek of Abyssal-floral-ass. (Scholar, I didn't know what that meant until I happened by the Ambassador Salon during some ... birthday party for a princess, I think? It's apt. Trust me.)
Emara can make a perfume, or a soap, or whatever, that makes it seem like you haven't scented yourself, that you woke up literally smelling like rosemary, that it's a part of your character and nothing artificial. It's amazing. I don't know how she does it. She makes our mother smell like she's a walking, breathing, smiling lemon bar. Our father swears that's just 'how she be!' (Scholar, he insisted it was a 'part of her natural cycle, bless her'. I can't.)
I can't wait for her to make me soap again.
Written By Tanith
April 14, 2020, 11:24 a.m.(2/11/1013 AR)
A bit of knotted, purple ribbon makes for a fine bracelet, doesn't it?
Written By Mihaly
April 14, 2020, 10:38 a.m.(2/11/1013 AR)
I haven't written a great deal in the whites. Mostly because I don't often think about it, and whenever I do write, it tends to be in a personal research notebook. Recently, someone asked me a question as to why I find so interesting about stars and anything else that revolves around the sky and anything that may or may not be above it. I realized I had never actually put those thoughts down in writing. Now seems as good a time as any.
In essence, I feel the sky holds a mystery that likely we as humans, will never truly understand. We are living in a unique times. We have a grasp of faith in a way I'm unsure previous history would indicate, and even the mysteries of death are not nearly as unknown as they once were. But how many times have we looked up and wondered if there was more? Not in some metaphysical sense, but rather, we consider what we know. Our continent, and to a lesser extent, our world. But what about beyond that? What lies beyond the blue of our sky? The dark of our night?
Is our world all there is? Our moon and the stars would dictate otherwise. They hang in the sky, silent. They twinkle and move as the night passes by. Always the same pattern of stars, like a banner passed above us. The pattern slowly changes as the night goes to day, and as the seasons change, but it does seem more like akin to a cycle. I've tried my best to document this over the years, tracking constellations. If one were to track a singular constellation as the year passes, it would always be in the same location on the same day the following year. Some parts of the year, it's not visible at all. And other parts only a portion of it is visible on the horizon. Anything else is harder to decipher from merely visual observation.
I've lost track of what I was writing. I would wonder how many people have thought about the potential of other worlds, separate from our own. And I would wonder if the Gods watch over those too. I wonder what our sun would look like so far away. Like the very stars we see above us? And if that were true, is it not possible that every star could potentially have a world near it? Maybe like our own. Would there be people on it? No people? If there were, would they look like us? Or not? Would the Gods watch them as well? How far away would they be if they exist? Would it one day be possible to see? Or perhaps not? Are they just stars with no worlds? Are we alone. Is the view of the night sky some kind of cover? A wrapping over our world? A barrier that holds our world in place. Maybe stars are just holes in it, but that doesn't seem all that realistic.
I've had these questions over the better half of my life. You walk some battlefield at night. Tired and sore, and I find myself looking up, partly questioning my life choices, and partially because I always found comfort in what appeared to be something larger than myself. Perhaps it is only recently that I have been able to really give this more thought, maybe even make an attempt to search out more answers. What I require is something to view the stars and other celestial objects better with. Some kind of instrument, but to my knowledge, none such exist. I wouldn't even know where to start in inventing such a thing. Certainly climbing the highest point in the city does me no good.
The knowledge is amounted to a series of star charts and books. More useful to naval sorts and sailors than it would be to someone who actually has a hobby in such things. Still, one must start somewhere, even there is little to really go on.
In essence, I feel the sky holds a mystery that likely we as humans, will never truly understand. We are living in a unique times. We have a grasp of faith in a way I'm unsure previous history would indicate, and even the mysteries of death are not nearly as unknown as they once were. But how many times have we looked up and wondered if there was more? Not in some metaphysical sense, but rather, we consider what we know. Our continent, and to a lesser extent, our world. But what about beyond that? What lies beyond the blue of our sky? The dark of our night?
Is our world all there is? Our moon and the stars would dictate otherwise. They hang in the sky, silent. They twinkle and move as the night passes by. Always the same pattern of stars, like a banner passed above us. The pattern slowly changes as the night goes to day, and as the seasons change, but it does seem more like akin to a cycle. I've tried my best to document this over the years, tracking constellations. If one were to track a singular constellation as the year passes, it would always be in the same location on the same day the following year. Some parts of the year, it's not visible at all. And other parts only a portion of it is visible on the horizon. Anything else is harder to decipher from merely visual observation.
I've lost track of what I was writing. I would wonder how many people have thought about the potential of other worlds, separate from our own. And I would wonder if the Gods watch over those too. I wonder what our sun would look like so far away. Like the very stars we see above us? And if that were true, is it not possible that every star could potentially have a world near it? Maybe like our own. Would there be people on it? No people? If there were, would they look like us? Or not? Would the Gods watch them as well? How far away would they be if they exist? Would it one day be possible to see? Or perhaps not? Are they just stars with no worlds? Are we alone. Is the view of the night sky some kind of cover? A wrapping over our world? A barrier that holds our world in place. Maybe stars are just holes in it, but that doesn't seem all that realistic.
I've had these questions over the better half of my life. You walk some battlefield at night. Tired and sore, and I find myself looking up, partly questioning my life choices, and partially because I always found comfort in what appeared to be something larger than myself. Perhaps it is only recently that I have been able to really give this more thought, maybe even make an attempt to search out more answers. What I require is something to view the stars and other celestial objects better with. Some kind of instrument, but to my knowledge, none such exist. I wouldn't even know where to start in inventing such a thing. Certainly climbing the highest point in the city does me no good.
The knowledge is amounted to a series of star charts and books. More useful to naval sorts and sailors than it would be to someone who actually has a hobby in such things. Still, one must start somewhere, even there is little to really go on.
Written By Duarte
April 14, 2020, 12:49 a.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I know at least three who are finally able to get a full night's sleep now knowing you're no longer around, prowling and prodding.
It's too bad, really, as each one was never deserving of the luxury to keep both eyes shut.
It's too bad, really, as each one was never deserving of the luxury to keep both eyes shut.
Written By Emara
April 14, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
I've only been back for a couple of weeks and already I'm itching to go out and do something. Resisting that urge though, no matter how many ideas I get about wandering out on some sort of adventure.
Still. I said I was going to make an attempt to do this right and I will. It's weird sleeping in a building with a proper roof instead of canvas. Might a bit warmer, too. I suppose I'll get soft before long and it won't seem so strange after a while. I probably need to do something about hunting down a place of my own so I'm not squatting at Tani's since she is all proper married now. Besides, I need space to lay out my materials. As bad as this city smells, they need my help. Desperately.
Probably need to spend some coin on proper boots and a coat, too. I've been spending my winters down south where you don't need anything more than a sweater come winter. The winter flowers in the Lyceum are something to behold, specially at the point where Winter starts to fade Spring. It's like the entire world down there holds its breath and then releases it all at once. You go to bed without a single blossom in sight. The next morning, everything is covered with so much color that it hurts the eyes. But the scents! If I could find a way to bottle the scent of a Lycene Spring and carry it with me.
Someday. Someday, I will.
Still. I said I was going to make an attempt to do this right and I will. It's weird sleeping in a building with a proper roof instead of canvas. Might a bit warmer, too. I suppose I'll get soft before long and it won't seem so strange after a while. I probably need to do something about hunting down a place of my own so I'm not squatting at Tani's since she is all proper married now. Besides, I need space to lay out my materials. As bad as this city smells, they need my help. Desperately.
Probably need to spend some coin on proper boots and a coat, too. I've been spending my winters down south where you don't need anything more than a sweater come winter. The winter flowers in the Lyceum are something to behold, specially at the point where Winter starts to fade Spring. It's like the entire world down there holds its breath and then releases it all at once. You go to bed without a single blossom in sight. The next morning, everything is covered with so much color that it hurts the eyes. But the scents! If I could find a way to bottle the scent of a Lycene Spring and carry it with me.
Someday. Someday, I will.
Written By Ansel
April 13, 2020, 11:12 p.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
You did fighting for others and shall be remembered for that fact.
And since we did not get to have that drink that we had planned, I will hoist one in your honor, Princess Arianna Pravus, and mourn your loss.
And since we did not get to have that drink that we had planned, I will hoist one in your honor, Princess Arianna Pravus, and mourn your loss.
Written By Tanith
April 13, 2020, 9:05 p.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
Hop about the rafters, he said. I'm up there anyway, he pointed out.
I break an ankle, I swear to Mangata, scholar- ...you'll hear about it. Everyone will.
Honestly, though, can't I just chase after cats, or something?
I break an ankle, I swear to Mangata, scholar- ...you'll hear about it. Everyone will.
Honestly, though, can't I just chase after cats, or something?
Written By Krarstin
April 13, 2020, 7:03 p.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
The Tidelord have now more forces available to protect our Kennex and Compact allies. The Leviathan’s Howl, the Shadow Manta and the Broken Dragon are even more ready to meet the Chained Fleet.
I have never met this Carnifex of the Compact allies, but perhaps we can show this warlord some tricks to help, to be the storm that moves across the seas. To have the cause measured by the Wave and Sword so the unjust are sent to the dark depths below.
I have never met this Carnifex of the Compact allies, but perhaps we can show this warlord some tricks to help, to be the storm that moves across the seas. To have the cause measured by the Wave and Sword so the unjust are sent to the dark depths below.
Written By Martino
April 13, 2020, 4:16 p.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
Well the carneval down in Southport looked to be something of a fine success. Good cheer, crowds visiting and the bustle that the city does look so wonderful in. It seemed there was something of a dramatic turn though when presenting a prize of some sort. Nursing the wounds by the bar with Lady Kaia and Dame Irisa.
But, having seen how popular that climbing wall was. One has been worked upon to live in the Southern Gardens.
Now to practice.
But, having seen how popular that climbing wall was. One has been worked upon to live in the Southern Gardens.
Now to practice.
Written By Revell
April 13, 2020, 12:52 p.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Unwarranted violence utterly disgusts me.
I'm no pacifist - I enjoy watching two consenting adults spar, and I don't practice it often myself, but self defense is sometimes needed if you want to keep your life.
But when someone simply offends you? Maybe they said something you don't approve of? Maybe they insulted your family? Does that really warrent a smack?
Ugh.
Even the easily-offended-Peers have systems in place to deal with that kind of thing in a relative mature manner.
Actions speak louder than words, and in this case, I wish people's action more often would be to try and settle things with words.
I'm no pacifist - I enjoy watching two consenting adults spar, and I don't practice it often myself, but self defense is sometimes needed if you want to keep your life.
But when someone simply offends you? Maybe they said something you don't approve of? Maybe they insulted your family? Does that really warrent a smack?
Ugh.
Even the easily-offended-Peers have systems in place to deal with that kind of thing in a relative mature manner.
Actions speak louder than words, and in this case, I wish people's action more often would be to try and settle things with words.
Written By Korka
April 13, 2020, 11:40 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Corrigan
It's going to follow you around forever now.
Or I guess it would, if you weren't already following it.
Or I guess it would, if you weren't already following it.
Written By Strozza
April 13, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
You are ever the sun emerging above the eastern horizon, turning the ocean to fire as you grant the radiance of your presence.
I cannot look long, for my heart would burst.
I cannot look long, for my heart would burst.
Written By Valery
April 13, 2020, 10:30 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
I feel like I've been working forever. I should go out a bit more, I guess...
Written By Strozza
April 13, 2020, 10:28 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
A caustic situation, for one's own mood, to have an urge to write something down and find that all one can find to put to paper is one's own irritation at their personal lack for anything interesting to say.
So I shall record this brief moment of bile.
I hate it.
Ugh.
So I shall record this brief moment of bile.
I hate it.
Ugh.
Written By Sunaia
April 13, 2020, 10:05 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
I have spent the last number of days here - as you know, Scholar - scouring through and drinking every word of Killian's journals.
He wrote so much! And, aside from what few letters passed between us over the years, I never before truly had grounds for an appraisal of his -style- of writing. He was so gifted in so many ways, so thorough; and his descriptions of his journeys are magnificent -- as beautiful and eloquent as were the tales he would tell.
Perhaps it was that ability to weigh and measure so well, that he had.
I miss him. I miss him all the more, particularly after reading his account of fighting Telmar Brand at the Hall of Heroes with the other Paladins. I had to stop there; I was so inspired after all of this to leave something of who I am for others who may care for me, if something happens.
If there are those reading this, though - while I'm alive or after I'm gone - I highly recommend looking into the journals of those whom you love, if they are gone. One of the Pravus princesses died, I've read; I'm sure that there are many who knew her, who loved her and would take solace in her memory.
It's taken me a while to get the courage to read my brother's words. The ache in me for him has been so strong, particularly lately, as I surge into this self-reflection and attempt to take to heart Brother Felix's advice to -know- myself.
I am your sister, Killian. You wrote that it was those you loved who held you most strongly to yourself when Brand's power was pulling at your mind. I may not have been your favorite - and I know I abandoned you as much as you felt Father did, though you never made me feel that I wasn't loved; you never made me feel guilty for my traveling. I'm sure there are reasons you didn't blame me, though I blame myself for not being around that you could know -me- any better than I truly knew -you-. I hope you and Father settled matters before you both returned to the Queen - or after.
Gods, I miss you both. I love you, both.
...I know, I know. I know, I just... ....
The past is a surf that is already washing over me -- and I can already see the greatest bulk is yet to come.
Maybe, if I cry enough, Scholar, I'll be one with all of that huge wave that's coming, that's going to crash down. And I won't drown.
I'm sorry; I... should get back to my reading.
...Thank you.
He wrote so much! And, aside from what few letters passed between us over the years, I never before truly had grounds for an appraisal of his -style- of writing. He was so gifted in so many ways, so thorough; and his descriptions of his journeys are magnificent -- as beautiful and eloquent as were the tales he would tell.
Perhaps it was that ability to weigh and measure so well, that he had.
I miss him. I miss him all the more, particularly after reading his account of fighting Telmar Brand at the Hall of Heroes with the other Paladins. I had to stop there; I was so inspired after all of this to leave something of who I am for others who may care for me, if something happens.
If there are those reading this, though - while I'm alive or after I'm gone - I highly recommend looking into the journals of those whom you love, if they are gone. One of the Pravus princesses died, I've read; I'm sure that there are many who knew her, who loved her and would take solace in her memory.
It's taken me a while to get the courage to read my brother's words. The ache in me for him has been so strong, particularly lately, as I surge into this self-reflection and attempt to take to heart Brother Felix's advice to -know- myself.
I am your sister, Killian. You wrote that it was those you loved who held you most strongly to yourself when Brand's power was pulling at your mind. I may not have been your favorite - and I know I abandoned you as much as you felt Father did, though you never made me feel that I wasn't loved; you never made me feel guilty for my traveling. I'm sure there are reasons you didn't blame me, though I blame myself for not being around that you could know -me- any better than I truly knew -you-. I hope you and Father settled matters before you both returned to the Queen - or after.
Gods, I miss you both. I love you, both.
...I know, I know. I know, I just... ....
The past is a surf that is already washing over me -- and I can already see the greatest bulk is yet to come.
Maybe, if I cry enough, Scholar, I'll be one with all of that huge wave that's coming, that's going to crash down. And I won't drown.
I'm sorry; I... should get back to my reading.
...Thank you.
Written By Catalana
April 13, 2020, 6:49 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
You were born fabulous, and you will always be one of us. It's why you're so tasty to the sharkenoids and giant crabs.
But please stop with the teal hedgehogs.
But please stop with the teal hedgehogs.
Written By Mabelle
April 13, 2020, 5:11 a.m.(2/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
I want a puppy!
Written By Catalana
April 13, 2020, 2:03 a.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Porter.
Why are you wearing Rorik's clothes?
Why can't you both own a full set of clothes?
Why must I forever scream, where are your pants?!
For your birthday, I am giving you seventy pairs of pants, just for the sake of my sanity.
P.S Your beard looks lopsided. Has it stopped growing or did it catch on fire?
Why are you wearing Rorik's clothes?
Why can't you both own a full set of clothes?
Why must I forever scream, where are your pants?!
For your birthday, I am giving you seventy pairs of pants, just for the sake of my sanity.
P.S Your beard looks lopsided. Has it stopped growing or did it catch on fire?
Written By Svana
April 12, 2020, 10:24 p.m.(2/8/1013 AR)
I started a business this week and had success! I am so pleased with how well my designs have gone over.
I also hired a guard this week in case I feel any worse - and in case I need protecting. Downside, he is my older brother's friend and I have known him a long time. He knows too much about me and he is ineffective due to this. Thankfully I know he will do the right thing, though he is rather irritating.
Oh fuck off, Njall, of course I'm not writing about YOU.
I also hired a guard this week in case I feel any worse - and in case I need protecting. Downside, he is my older brother's friend and I have known him a long time. He knows too much about me and he is ineffective due to this. Thankfully I know he will do the right thing, though he is rather irritating.
Oh fuck off, Njall, of course I'm not writing about YOU.
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