Written By Jael
Feb. 19, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(10.468242807539683/20.221597222222222/1012.7890202339617 AR)
Twenty!
Written By Jules
Feb. 19, 2020, 12:52 p.m.(10.46470486111111/20.02347222222222/1012.7887254050926 AR)
Written By Dycard
Feb. 19, 2020, 8:05 a.m.(10.450516286375661/19.228912037037038/1012.7875430238646 AR)
The Gambit's made port many a time in the past half year, of course - I've spent a fair number of nights ashore here and there, in varying places and varying company - but this is the first time since Spring that I've come ashore with any real intention to stay until the next morning.
Why I've come back feels as ambiguous and murky - and yet, as inevitable - as the reason I left in the first place. The open ocean called until I could ignore it no longer, and the solitude (to the extent that one's ever alone on a cramped vessel with two score of crew, anyway) was welcome, but it could only ever have been temporary.
I've got duties to attend to, for my family, for the Isles - and some personal affairs to dig into that can't really be explored leagues away from civilisation.
I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to some fairer company. The Gambit's a reliable old girl with whom I've been through a lot, and my crew have their charm, but I have missed spending time with individuals for whom personal hygiene isn't a novel concept.
So, here's to new beginnings. The tide goes out, the tide comes in.
Written By Rysen
Feb. 19, 2020, 1:43 a.m.(10.431537698412699/18.16611111111111/1012.7859614748677 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
We eat a great deal of seafood in Stormwall. I was raised on cod and mackerel - even shark on occasion, but the cuisine of the Mourning Isles is something entirely different. Lady Catalana Kennex insisted, surely for the benefit of expanding my palate, that I try eel eye. I found it to be quite a delicacy - one that surely must not be overindulged in order to preserve its unique texture and flavor. Indeed, I believe it's taste so exquisite, that once in a lifetime will surely suffice.
Lady Catalana's great generosity was noticed by the Princess-Consort of Maelstrom, who showed me the greatest favor, by introducing me to an Island tradition. I was presented with a bucket of saltwater in which floated several small octopi. Princess Alarissa kindly offered me the following instruction: "bite them before they bite you," and "afterward drown them in rum." I remember little after finishing off the bucket, but the rum of House Thrax is second only to the company at its tables, and with a bit of Rukhnis's hangover tea, I can say that the next morning left me with happy, if partial, memories and only the slightest headache.
Written By Aureth
Feb. 18, 2020, 11:03 p.m.(10.42366691468254/17.725347222222222/1012.7853055762235 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Written By Thea
Feb. 18, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(10.418597470238096/17.441458333333333/1012.7848831225199 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Written By Teagan
Feb. 18, 2020, 8:47 p.m.(10.416888227513228/17.34574074074074/1012.784740685626 AR)
Relationship Note on Baelor
Written By Dianna
Feb. 18, 2020, 8:25 p.m.(10.41580646494709/17.285162037037036/1012.7846505387456 AR)
Written By Shard
Feb. 18, 2020, 2:58 p.m.(10.399592427248677/16.377175925925926/1012.7832993689374 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
The Undying Empire has a foothold on Arvum in part because of the danger presented by the Horned Butcher and his followers, but it also has one precisely because of the Compact's old and also extremely recent history with both the Abandoned and Prodigals. This is not the sort of thing that gets solved by even more killing, and nobody in their right mind thinks we can go to war with the Undying Empire and ultimately come out on top.
Written By Aleksei
Feb. 18, 2020, 2:02 p.m.(10.396842757936508/16.223194444444445/1012.783070229828 AR)
Also my dog.
I absolutely don't blame them.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 18, 2020, 1:38 p.m.(10.395697751322752/16.159074074074073/1012.7829748126102 AR)
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 18, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(10.395039682539682/16.12222222222222/1012.782919973545 AR)
Relationship Note on Lottie
I bought half the stock but if you hurry there might be some left.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 18, 2020, 12:41 p.m.(10.392859209656084/16.000115740740743/1012.7827382674714 AR)
Sometimes it seems like a puzzle, many parts to handle, to figure out, twist and turn. Some pieces rely on other parts to be set into place first before they can be set where they belong. It does not mean they are forgotten but set to the side to be as the place they are to be set is prepared. Still other pieces are for use even later, but eventually they all fit together.
I only hope someone is not hiding or hoarding or lost pieces of the puzzles we need to figure them out.
Written By Nina
Feb. 18, 2020, 12:22 p.m.(10.391928323412698/15.94798611111111/1012.7826606936177 AR)
When I saw the kind merchant Theophania wearing one of Selene's gowns I was so impressed by it. I knew that I had to own one of my own! And I was lucky enough to just barely afford it! But now I do need an occasion on which to wear it... is it too fancy for a harvest celebration? Oh, I must be patient!
Written By Arcadia
Feb. 18, 2020, 5:50 a.m.(10.372466104497354/14.858101851851853/1012.7810388420414 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
While I don't know if the nanny appreciated the muddy sugar filled toddler who was climbing the curtains, Ginny on the other hand has spent the day screaming for Thea and Finn.
All should send their children to her for the day.
Written By Maeve
Feb. 18, 2020, 4:06 a.m.(10.367306134259259/14.569143518518517/1012.7806088445216 AR)
Relationship Note on Drea
Written By Maeve
Feb. 18, 2020, 3:45 a.m.(10.366262814153439/14.510717592592592/1012.7805219011794 AR)
Written By Dianna
Feb. 18, 2020, 3:44 a.m.(10.366203703703704/14.507407407407406/1012.7805169753086 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
I'm sure of it - for, anyone who will lead our queen and her heifer to the palace (as well as all else I've learned of this giant man) has sealed his place in my heart.
Yes, dear scholar; I'm a simple woman. My thanks for writing for me, this time.
Written By Oili
Feb. 18, 2020, 12:58 a.m.(10.357954695767196/14.045462962962961/1012.7798295579806 AR)
Written By Harlex
Feb. 17, 2020, 11:59 p.m.(10.355028935185185/13.88162037037037/1012.7795857445988 AR)
Yet still, at times, I remember. Mostly when I see food wasted. Mostly when I see a loaf of bread clutched in a child's hand like it was the difference between life and death.
What kind of world have we built?
I take enough lives in my trade. I think, this once, I gave back without paying that blood price.
Worse legacies one can leave behind. Maybe it will do some good.
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