Written By Thea
Jan. 17, 2020, 6:48 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Sometimes a person is good with words. I am not that person. I wish that I was. There are not enough things to say about Mistress Josephine. I know she will be missed. And she was loved.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 17, 2020, 5:56 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Such terrible news to wake to.
My heart is heavy in mourning the terrible loss of Mistress Josephine, one of the kindest souls I've ever known with a talent beyond compare.
The way she died is a testament to the way she lived: always caring for others.
My heart is heavy in mourning the terrible loss of Mistress Josephine, one of the kindest souls I've ever known with a talent beyond compare.
The way she died is a testament to the way she lived: always caring for others.
Written By Appolonia
Jan. 17, 2020, 5:27 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
As part of my readings in the ancient whites, I have been able to piece together a speculative version of an old song which was oft referred to by Thraxians, Lycenes, and Ischians of yore, as well as others who were more peregrine in their Arxish habits.
This is not, of course, exactly what they would have sung. Songs are fleeting things and living things as well. But it is, perhaps, something that they would recognize.
And so I give to you, my people, my children - the readers of the white journals now and into the future - a gift. The tale of Sannashee and Gundunhild.
/Sannashee did ride the waves, upon a steed of cherry
The skiff was tight and sail sat high and all her crew were merry
For Sannashee rode round the coast and never oft did tarry
For the crew was she,
As the silver sea
Was her fortune (and what coin? nary)/
/Say Gundunhild, called Sannashee, as her skiff tied up down the launch
Your trade is high and your fortunes ride, and your herds and villeins staunch:
Could you lend a sack of coin or tat or a platter bearing crunch
For I sailed a half,
with the wind abaft,
and it's been two weeks since lunch./
/O Sannashee, said Gundunhild, you're aught but skin and bone
The albatross's tongue lolls out, a-dreaming of a home
Within your cracked and vacant skull, a place to call her own
But kin we are,
And you've travelled far,
So a supper, aye, I'll loan./
/A loan! cried Sannashee in shock as she staggered up the brack
That led to Gundunhild's high hall, blessed by plaster wash and cleac.
Not gift? Not treat? Not benefice? A loan shall ease my lack??
I'll take it, although
I feel you should know,
You may not want it back./
(Scholar's note: cleac, which rhymes with "react," is an archaic term for what is commonly known as "tabby," a concrete derived from oyster shells.)
This is not, of course, exactly what they would have sung. Songs are fleeting things and living things as well. But it is, perhaps, something that they would recognize.
And so I give to you, my people, my children - the readers of the white journals now and into the future - a gift. The tale of Sannashee and Gundunhild.
/Sannashee did ride the waves, upon a steed of cherry
The skiff was tight and sail sat high and all her crew were merry
For Sannashee rode round the coast and never oft did tarry
For the crew was she,
As the silver sea
Was her fortune (and what coin? nary)/
/Say Gundunhild, called Sannashee, as her skiff tied up down the launch
Your trade is high and your fortunes ride, and your herds and villeins staunch:
Could you lend a sack of coin or tat or a platter bearing crunch
For I sailed a half,
with the wind abaft,
and it's been two weeks since lunch./
/O Sannashee, said Gundunhild, you're aught but skin and bone
The albatross's tongue lolls out, a-dreaming of a home
Within your cracked and vacant skull, a place to call her own
But kin we are,
And you've travelled far,
So a supper, aye, I'll loan./
/A loan! cried Sannashee in shock as she staggered up the brack
That led to Gundunhild's high hall, blessed by plaster wash and cleac.
Not gift? Not treat? Not benefice? A loan shall ease my lack??
I'll take it, although
I feel you should know,
You may not want it back./
(Scholar's note: cleac, which rhymes with "react," is an archaic term for what is commonly known as "tabby," a concrete derived from oyster shells.)
Written By Jules
Jan. 17, 2020, 1:25 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Those who fight and heal do a job that needs to be done. I hate that I don't want to hear the tales but I hope they never misunderstand that. My heart is with those who sacrifice so much.
Written By Zoey
Jan. 17, 2020, 12:50 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
In the last two weeks the Queen has sent four souls to be born in Arx, and called one home. It's been a busy month for her, I suppose.
Rest well, Mistress Josephine. I hope the Mother enjoys your story.
Rest well, Mistress Josephine. I hope the Mother enjoys your story.
Written By Shard
Jan. 17, 2020, 12:31 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
She was my teacher, for a time. A time that was filled with busy-work and occasional conversation. It felt comfortable to sit with her in her workshop, doing small things I'd never tried before, despite the stifling heat. We were still near strangers when we last saw each other, but I won't forget those hours.
They're saying she died well. I suppose that's all anyone can ask from dying; to die well, and for the right reasons.
They're saying she died well. I suppose that's all anyone can ask from dying; to die well, and for the right reasons.
Written By Monique
Jan. 17, 2020, 12:14 a.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
The Gilded Page is closed for the foreseeable future. I cannot function without you in this world.
Written By Dianna
Jan. 16, 2020, 11:56 p.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Though the journey has been long, and we are all exhausted, we owe our lives to Josephine Arcuri.
I wish I had known her better - but I know her jewelry, and am proud to own one of her most exquisite pieces, on account of her incredible generosity.
And, generous again was she, as she seemed to be, always, in giving her life that we might live.
All she asked of me was that I return the favor, that I pass along what I could to others.
And so, it shall be done, again and again and again - with my life, with my silver, always.
You are missed already, and loved boundlessly.
We thank you, Mother of Beginnings, Queen of Endings, for all that you have done -
As we thank and praise all of the gods, this day.
May you be blessed eternally, Josephine.
I wish I had known her better - but I know her jewelry, and am proud to own one of her most exquisite pieces, on account of her incredible generosity.
And, generous again was she, as she seemed to be, always, in giving her life that we might live.
All she asked of me was that I return the favor, that I pass along what I could to others.
And so, it shall be done, again and again and again - with my life, with my silver, always.
You are missed already, and loved boundlessly.
We thank you, Mother of Beginnings, Queen of Endings, for all that you have done -
As we thank and praise all of the gods, this day.
May you be blessed eternally, Josephine.
Written By Mirella
Jan. 16, 2020, 11:31 p.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
One might find worth in reflecting on their mistakes if they should seek redemption in earnest. This is not an original thought, but there it is.
Written By Amund
Jan. 16, 2020, 11:26 p.m.(7/28/1012 AR)
Sometimes, the dead deserve every single honor that is afforded them. Sometimes, the departed is someone of incredible talent and a gargantuan heart, someone whose charity and inner beauty reflected in her talent.
Someone who is always willing to make a deal with someone in need, who is always willing to help people reach their ambitions in life.
There are no more words that need to be said, because as briefly as someone may touch your life, they may leave the greatest of impressions, and a mighty example to follow.
Thank you, Mistress Arcuri.
Someone who is always willing to make a deal with someone in need, who is always willing to help people reach their ambitions in life.
There are no more words that need to be said, because as briefly as someone may touch your life, they may leave the greatest of impressions, and a mighty example to follow.
Thank you, Mistress Arcuri.
Written By Josephine
Jan. 16, 2020, 9:03 p.m.(7/27/1012 AR)
I do not think that I am coming back from this. But this is how it is. One should not outlive their children and I have buried five of them.
There is much left unfinished, but it's not longer mine to finish. They are a torch for another to take up and stride forth with.
I have one regret. Wrong, I likely have many regrets but this regret struck today and for a moment, I almost didn't ride out.
I will not be there to help her bring her first into this world. Bittersweet as that is. But I have left her something for that child. I have left instructions for my family to carry out.
Every child born of The Roseward will be given a piece from the Arcuri family. Commoner or noble, this is how it will be. I have spoken. A toy, a piece of jewelry, a pendant, something. To celebrate their birth, from highest to the lowest of us. Because we are the Arcuri. We are the smiths of Lenosia.
Because our filigree is the finest and the metals and gems sing beneath our fingers and sweetly so.
I give you this Lora. My legacy to your people long after I am gone.
There is much left unfinished, but it's not longer mine to finish. They are a torch for another to take up and stride forth with.
I have one regret. Wrong, I likely have many regrets but this regret struck today and for a moment, I almost didn't ride out.
I will not be there to help her bring her first into this world. Bittersweet as that is. But I have left her something for that child. I have left instructions for my family to carry out.
Every child born of The Roseward will be given a piece from the Arcuri family. Commoner or noble, this is how it will be. I have spoken. A toy, a piece of jewelry, a pendant, something. To celebrate their birth, from highest to the lowest of us. Because we are the Arcuri. We are the smiths of Lenosia.
Because our filigree is the finest and the metals and gems sing beneath our fingers and sweetly so.
I give you this Lora. My legacy to your people long after I am gone.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 16, 2020, 4:54 p.m.(7/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Wrakjon
After skimming the Whites and seeing his journal entry, I think I need to meet with this person. Sounds as if we have similar hobbies/vices and a love for science. As well as an understanding of dead bodies.
Written By Harlex
Jan. 16, 2020, 10:55 a.m.(7/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Emilia
Your first mistake was thinking people and dogs are interchangeable. A dog is whatever it is, it's a simple creature. It lacks our self deception.
I speak as someone who has fought you, there is righteousness and a desire to do good - but there is, too, a ruthless killer. A blooded soldier. Both things are true.
As you have two eyes or two hands. A back and front. A smile and a scowl.
Spend some time before the mirror. See the girl who killed. Learn her, accept her as part of yourself. You will find your way. Or she'll kill you. Those are the options.
The path of violence is a hard one.
It doesn't matter how you dress it up, once those convictions slip.
If you wish to speak. You know how to reach me, little white hawk.
I speak as someone who has fought you, there is righteousness and a desire to do good - but there is, too, a ruthless killer. A blooded soldier. Both things are true.
As you have two eyes or two hands. A back and front. A smile and a scowl.
Spend some time before the mirror. See the girl who killed. Learn her, accept her as part of yourself. You will find your way. Or she'll kill you. Those are the options.
The path of violence is a hard one.
It doesn't matter how you dress it up, once those convictions slip.
If you wish to speak. You know how to reach me, little white hawk.
Written By Esme
Jan. 16, 2020, 10:43 a.m.(7/27/1012 AR)
A simple entry today. Does one choose to seek, inform/research, or to fight?
What if one seeks all of those?
What if one seeks all of those?
Written By Hamish
Jan. 16, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(7/26/1012 AR)
Our Queen of Endings enjoys a joke.
That does not mean she is one.
That does not mean she is one.
Written By Talwyn
Jan. 16, 2020, 7:06 a.m.(7/26/1012 AR)
Imitation is the finest form of flattery. Until the idea is stolen and packaged as your own.
Written By Emilia
Jan. 16, 2020, 4:15 a.m.(7/26/1012 AR)
When the Gyre attacked Arx, everyone around me spoke of only one thing: Kill the Gyre.
I agonized over the Gyre's fate, for days and nights, contemplating a different, less violent path. Must all who fall from grace be mercilessly slaughtered? Is there a point when redemption is no longer possible? Is there truly no other way?
Then I had a dream. I dreamed of a dog, feral and angry, dragged away from the children. Mercilessly beaten - for years. Then a handler came, powerful and calm, and fed the dog. The handler cared for the dog. After years of this, the dog relaxed. It listened. It learned. And still, the dog had to be chained, but with the handler present, it was calm.
Then I dreamed of the dog again, but this time, the handler never came. The dog became mad with fury. Whenever someone reached out to it, the dog would bite them. Then the dog had to be put down. Some dogs simply couldn't be reached.
When I woke, I made up my mind about the Gyre. Even though my heart was broken.
Now, it seems, I became the feral dog. I bit the ones who care for me. There are no words that can express how I feel about this. I am ready to pay for what I've done. Come, ruin. Come, wrath.
I agonized over the Gyre's fate, for days and nights, contemplating a different, less violent path. Must all who fall from grace be mercilessly slaughtered? Is there a point when redemption is no longer possible? Is there truly no other way?
Then I had a dream. I dreamed of a dog, feral and angry, dragged away from the children. Mercilessly beaten - for years. Then a handler came, powerful and calm, and fed the dog. The handler cared for the dog. After years of this, the dog relaxed. It listened. It learned. And still, the dog had to be chained, but with the handler present, it was calm.
Then I dreamed of the dog again, but this time, the handler never came. The dog became mad with fury. Whenever someone reached out to it, the dog would bite them. Then the dog had to be put down. Some dogs simply couldn't be reached.
When I woke, I made up my mind about the Gyre. Even though my heart was broken.
Now, it seems, I became the feral dog. I bit the ones who care for me. There are no words that can express how I feel about this. I am ready to pay for what I've done. Come, ruin. Come, wrath.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 15, 2020, 7:18 p.m.(7/25/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
I do hope it was a suitably boring birthing.
My most sincere congratulations!
My most sincere congratulations!
Written By Preston
Jan. 15, 2020, 7:10 p.m.(7/25/1012 AR)
If people have an issue with a Templar, they will find far more speedy resolution if they actually come to me. The Archlector and I work in close co-operation, as does the Legate, and you will find despite popular rumour, I am actually quite fair. Or so I like to think.
As for the specifics of the recent case, well. The proclamation will be there for any who wish to see it.
As for the specifics of the recent case, well. The proclamation will be there for any who wish to see it.
Written By Kedehern
Jan. 15, 2020, 6:20 p.m.(7/25/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
The Duke calling me 'Uncle Kedehern' still feels odd to me, since I really view him more as a cousin, so I certainly understand your troubles with the sudden gaggle of nieces and nephews our marriage has bestowed you with.
I'm just glad Marquis Kael is your cousin, not a nephew. Having another Head of House calling me 'Uncle' might almost be too much. Though at least the Marquis is my junior, as opposed to Duke Cristoph, who's seven years my senior.
I'm just glad Marquis Kael is your cousin, not a nephew. Having another Head of House calling me 'Uncle' might almost be too much. Though at least the Marquis is my junior, as opposed to Duke Cristoph, who's seven years my senior.
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