Written By Porter
Feb. 8, 2020, 11:32 a.m.(9.571983713624338/19.031087962962964/1012.7143319761353 AR)
I went to Bold Espressions yesterday evening because I thought it might be fun to listen in on some of the readings and experience polite company. But then I found myself completely restless and ended up leaving before they even began. I spent most of the night down at the Ebb and Flow with Aethan instead, we had the opportunity to chat with Countess Seliki for awhile too. It's a shame Catalana and Cecilia were on their way in as I was on my way out. But it was a good night. I'm sure the poetry and coffee thing was great too, maybe next time.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 8, 2020, 11:23 a.m.(9.571498015873017/19.003888888888888/1012.7142915013228 AR)
When I am not in the tower tending to barony business and with the children, these days much of my time is spent in one or the other of the shrines.
Written By Martino
Feb. 8, 2020, 5:17 a.m.(9.553340773809524/17.987083333333334/1012.7127783978175 AR)
Having had brother, sister and Marquessa Dominique all readily spar against me, without even a moment to hesitate, does make me wonder.
This a revenge of sorts, or they actually curious as to just how excellent I secretly am with a spatha in hand.
This a revenge of sorts, or they actually curious as to just how excellent I secretly am with a spatha in hand.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 7, 2020, 10:59 p.m.(9.534708167989418/16.943657407407407/1012.7112256806657 AR)
Well.
That was a great shift. The Murder is a disaster. There's bits of antler everywhere. And most of the lanterns hanging up are broken, also, we're only serving what's in the kegs for a while. That's right, no rum, no whiskey, no spirits. Oh, and be sure to wear proper shoes for a while, when you stop by? Still finding broken bits of glass everywhere.
Yep. Great shift. Fantastic.
I hope they don't fire me.
That was a great shift. The Murder is a disaster. There's bits of antler everywhere. And most of the lanterns hanging up are broken, also, we're only serving what's in the kegs for a while. That's right, no rum, no whiskey, no spirits. Oh, and be sure to wear proper shoes for a while, when you stop by? Still finding broken bits of glass everywhere.
Yep. Great shift. Fantastic.
I hope they don't fire me.
Written By Nina
Feb. 7, 2020, 10:37 p.m.(9.533673941798941/16.88574074074074/1012.71113949515 AR)
I was so very nervous to give a big performance at the coffee house tonight! Especially considering that I wrote a rather silly and humorous poem! But it turned out that it was a smashing success! Now I must cool myself off somehow for I am still blushing up a fire!
Written By Rowenova
Feb. 7, 2020, 10:03 p.m.(9.532007688492063/16.792430555555555/1012.7110006407077 AR)
Thank you so much to the gracious hosts of Poetry Night at Bold Espressions -- Duke Ryhalt Farshaw and Mabelle Laurent -- for the throw pillow. It shall be the latest addition to my Great Room, as well as a heartwarming reminder of this enjoyable evening. Thank you, again!
Written By Tanith
Feb. 7, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(9.518583002645503/16.040648148148147/1012.7098819168871 AR)
Anybody, and I mean -anybody-, starts singing that bloody song by that Arterius trash and I will kick you out and not let you back in for a -week-.
I mean it!
NO, I don't fucking care how catching it is! Nobody!
I mean it!
NO, I don't fucking care how catching it is! Nobody!
Written By Valdemar
Feb. 7, 2020, 2:59 p.m.(9.510984623015872/15.615138888888888/1012.7092487185846 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Your generosity toward the people of Grihem's Point will be remembered, I promise. My family and the people give our sincere thanks.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 7, 2020, 2:46 p.m.(9.510307953042329/15.57724537037037/1012.7091923294201 AR)
One of the first steps to wisdom is confidently saying "I don't know," when you don’t know something. As I have matured - both as an individual, and as a leader - I say "I don't know," a lot more than in the past.
Written By Jules
Feb. 7, 2020, 1:22 p.m.(9.506174768518518/15.345787037037036/1012.7088478973766 AR)
I wonder if I helped build a fortress, if I could pick my own room. Two or three rooms would be better but they'd probably expect it to be a lot of help I offered. Well, other things first though!
Written By Sydney
Feb. 7, 2020, 12:25 p.m.(9.503310185185185/15.185370370370372/1012.7086091820987 AR)
Truly, I cannot overstate the sheer wonder that are heated baths, after altogether too long a life spent washing with a plunge in the nearest river, or hand drawn and tepid baths on special occasions.
I feel renewed, and ready to face another day.
I feel renewed, and ready to face another day.
Written By Strozza
Feb. 7, 2020, 9:04 a.m.(9.493379216269842/21.629236111111112/1012.7077816013558 AR)
I may have to make a two or three day sail around the bay a monthly occurrence.
Most invigorating.
Most invigorating.
Written By Rysen
Feb. 7, 2020, 8:54 a.m.(9.492869130291005/21.600671296296294/1012.707739094191 AR)
Relationship Note on Rukhnis
The Knight and the Physician
One day I hope the Grand Vizier
And the Prophet of the Sands
Will curse and rue their dire foe:
The Knight of the Northlands,
For word will reach their greedy ears
That countless soldiers he had slain,
Who from the cruel Eurusi horde
Had wished Arvani to enslave.
And with him was a woman strong,
Beloved by spirits and the gods,
Who no weapon save her wisdom used
To save many from Death's jaws.
"The knight and the physician,
Tore like Lagoma's her'tic flame
Through our mighty army,"
The Vizier to the Prophet said,
"Nor did they merely decimate
Our slaves from Skal'daja,
But welcomed those whom freedom called
From fetters, one and all!
"The physician is Eurusi.
Her people laid to waste.
She should cower and be hopeless,
Yet countless lives she's saved!
"And with her stood the people
Who'd called the Desert Kingdoms home.
She to freedom lead them,
And your will has quite undone!"
"Silence!" shrieked the Prophet,
And beseeching powers dark
Reswore to conquer Arvum,
But failing still to mark
The courage of her defenders,
Like the knight and healer free;
Its foundation is the gift of Skald
Which through the heart of Arvum beats.
The threat we face is dire,
And no illusions do I hold -
Yet offer up this soaring verse
In aspirations bold!
One day I hope the Grand Vizier
And the Prophet of the Sands
Will curse and rue their dire foe:
The Knight of the Northlands,
For word will reach their greedy ears
That countless soldiers he had slain,
Who from the cruel Eurusi horde
Had wished Arvani to enslave.
And with him was a woman strong,
Beloved by spirits and the gods,
Who no weapon save her wisdom used
To save many from Death's jaws.
"The knight and the physician,
Tore like Lagoma's her'tic flame
Through our mighty army,"
The Vizier to the Prophet said,
"Nor did they merely decimate
Our slaves from Skal'daja,
But welcomed those whom freedom called
From fetters, one and all!
"The physician is Eurusi.
Her people laid to waste.
She should cower and be hopeless,
Yet countless lives she's saved!
"And with her stood the people
Who'd called the Desert Kingdoms home.
She to freedom lead them,
And your will has quite undone!"
"Silence!" shrieked the Prophet,
And beseeching powers dark
Reswore to conquer Arvum,
But failing still to mark
The courage of her defenders,
Like the knight and healer free;
Its foundation is the gift of Skald
Which through the heart of Arvum beats.
The threat we face is dire,
And no illusions do I hold -
Yet offer up this soaring verse
In aspirations bold!
Written By Jules
Feb. 6, 2020, 11:50 p.m.(9.465889550264551/20.089814814814815/1012.7054907958553 AR)
I could not imagine ever wanting to have children but as I think on it further, it probably depends on who it is and what would be required. Children are stressful things after all!
Written By Ashur
Feb. 6, 2020, 7:43 p.m.(9.453630952380953/19.403333333333332/1012.7044692460317 AR)
I am seeking sailors within the Society of Explorers, with whom to build a crew for the race to win a caravel! If any should read this entry, please contact me by messenger. I shall gladly cover the entry fee.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 6, 2020, 2:40 p.m.(9.43861896494709/18.562662037037036/1012.7032182470789 AR)
A good rule that hardly anyone ever follows, is to contemplate the consequences of being wrong before doing something.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 6, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(9.43675925925926/18.458518518518517/1012.703063271605 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Your birthday gifts could have been worse. I remember what they did to Lord Hadrian!
Written By Rysen
Feb. 6, 2020, 12:38 p.m.(9.43255042989418/18.222824074074076/1012.7027125358245 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaldur
I offer prayers to Lagoma and Limerance in gratitude that Duke Kaldur has joined our family. It is difficult to believe that the outcome of Prince Damik'uhl'daja's voyage to Sungreet will be anything other than the staging a massive invasion of Arvum, as the probability of House Helianthus's diplomacy turning back a fanatic and enraged enemy seems nigh impossible. Duke Kaldur's foresight is likely to be the great aegis of my people.
Deep scars are left on those who have seen the sorrowful fields of corpses, looked on flames consuming places once beheld in the comfort and happiness of childhood, sought for beloved friends and found them gone. Again a great and loathsome enemy, bent on destruction and enslavement, threatens the Isles, the Eastern Coast of Arvum, the Compact itself.
Duke Kaldur has worked tirelessly to prepare Stormwall for what is to come. He is an excellent military leader - an organized man of great energy, who has seen the axemen and women of Crovane receive expert training and well wrought wargear. I am grateful for his efforts and his genius in the arts of war.
As for myself, I will take up my swords and fulfill my oath made after witnessing the destruction of my homeland. Having no expertise nor talent for leadership of soldiers, I must make my mark on the battlefield. The great warriors of Arvum have trained me well, and made my body and soul a weapon for the protection of the Compact and the glory of our gods. Whether under the command of the Princess Marian, Princess Reese, Grandmaster Preston, or Prince Laric, it is my desire to fight from the beginning of this campaign till its end.
I continue my training with renewed vigor and purpose, and seek the blessing of the Mother Mercy, Sister Sophie, that I might be ready when the time comes.
Deep scars are left on those who have seen the sorrowful fields of corpses, looked on flames consuming places once beheld in the comfort and happiness of childhood, sought for beloved friends and found them gone. Again a great and loathsome enemy, bent on destruction and enslavement, threatens the Isles, the Eastern Coast of Arvum, the Compact itself.
Duke Kaldur has worked tirelessly to prepare Stormwall for what is to come. He is an excellent military leader - an organized man of great energy, who has seen the axemen and women of Crovane receive expert training and well wrought wargear. I am grateful for his efforts and his genius in the arts of war.
As for myself, I will take up my swords and fulfill my oath made after witnessing the destruction of my homeland. Having no expertise nor talent for leadership of soldiers, I must make my mark on the battlefield. The great warriors of Arvum have trained me well, and made my body and soul a weapon for the protection of the Compact and the glory of our gods. Whether under the command of the Princess Marian, Princess Reese, Grandmaster Preston, or Prince Laric, it is my desire to fight from the beginning of this campaign till its end.
I continue my training with renewed vigor and purpose, and seek the blessing of the Mother Mercy, Sister Sophie, that I might be ready when the time comes.
Written By Strozza
Feb. 6, 2020, 9:43 a.m.(9.423846726190476/17.735416666666666/1012.7019872271825 AR)
Well then. Unexpected sentence
I am preparing to set sail for kittens.
I am preparing to set sail for kittens.
Written By Catalana
Feb. 6, 2020, 4:55 a.m.(9.409574652777778/16.936180555555556/1012.7007978877315 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
The impromptu birthday dinner for Porter was considered a success according to the staff. There was a Kennex asleep next to the pool, another decorated in purple make up upstairs. One passed out on the couch. A declaration of a certain cousin's -huge- talent, a stolen dog, and a new portrait that has been hung with great, if not a little drunken care in the hall of the house. It does make me worry what the brother's Kennex have planned for the pool party this next week.
Happy Birthday Captain Glitter Beard. We're so glad you're back in the city.
Happy Birthday Captain Glitter Beard. We're so glad you're back in the city.
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