Written By Monique
Jan. 4, 2020, 9:29 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
I've been contemplating Archscholar Py's reflections on the Laws of Protection a great deal lately, and how they relate to the Laws of the Dream. It's an interesting relation, and one I don't know if you can quantify tangibly, save in the case of the Nox, but even that is conjecture. Would that I knew how to properly test the Archscholar's theory...
Written By Sydney
Jan. 4, 2020, 8:56 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
How does one proceed when they can see their destination, but balk at the means of reaching it?
Gradually and tentatively would seem to be the answer. At least in the meantime, I've made it clear that I'm willing to participate in any cause that I think might reasonably better Arx and its people - and that pays more than a handful of coppers in recompense for the risk to my well-being.
The skills of a pugilist are to be reckoned with - so long as you don't need me to spot a trap or sneak my way out of any situation, do consider me. I am a weapon that rivals any sword.
Gradually and tentatively would seem to be the answer. At least in the meantime, I've made it clear that I'm willing to participate in any cause that I think might reasonably better Arx and its people - and that pays more than a handful of coppers in recompense for the risk to my well-being.
The skills of a pugilist are to be reckoned with - so long as you don't need me to spot a trap or sneak my way out of any situation, do consider me. I am a weapon that rivals any sword.
Written By Richard
Jan. 4, 2020, 3:57 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
On waking up this day, I felt more myself than I have in months. There is work at my hands and duty to fill, once again, at last. While I am not yet fully recovered, I am now moving properly forward. I am eager.
Written By Lenne
Jan. 4, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
I long for the time when my studies are complete, and I can share them in the Whites. Until that blessed day, I shall continue to share my life, instead.
Mother was a Telmar. This is an important point.
I'm not much of a noble, I often feel. But Mother did, at least, impart me with the importance of dignity, reserve, poise, and respect for the self that starts with respectability before others. Those are all fine things, but they don't really mix well when one was a wild child, who was more often in the woods than in Court. To say nothing of one who would rather have been in a library than around others, when not in those woods.
I don't like to think I'm frigid. I feel great warmth for people. Perhaps even too quickly for my own good. But expressing that has been a trial, given inexperience and far too much Oathlands reserve for a Northlander.
I've spoken about love (and kissing!), in these journals, in the hopes that my fumblings would be read by others in similar dire social straights, and encourage them. So in a similar vein, I will say this; we all need closeness. A hug, a held hand, a cuddle even, if one is feeling terribly bold. Love and affection and nearness unknots something inside of you. It makes everything else that much easier. It brings confidence, and contentedness. It makes it easier to forget, for a moment, your troubles. That's a comfort beyond price.
And it probably makes you much less of an ass. I've certainly had the displeasure of meeting a few people who could clearly use a hug, to alleviate their cynicism and unfriendliness and delight in cruelty.
I still have difficulty in touching, and even more in being touched. But every time I force myself to allow it, it gets easier. And every time it gets easier, it feels like more is right with the world, and the next becomes less of a trial. So find someone who cares, and reach out, even if it feels like the world will end if you try. Because it probably won't. If you can't do it for yourself, call it a service to Lagoma. The world will get better for it, and probably not just for you.
Mother was a Telmar. This is an important point.
I'm not much of a noble, I often feel. But Mother did, at least, impart me with the importance of dignity, reserve, poise, and respect for the self that starts with respectability before others. Those are all fine things, but they don't really mix well when one was a wild child, who was more often in the woods than in Court. To say nothing of one who would rather have been in a library than around others, when not in those woods.
I don't like to think I'm frigid. I feel great warmth for people. Perhaps even too quickly for my own good. But expressing that has been a trial, given inexperience and far too much Oathlands reserve for a Northlander.
I've spoken about love (and kissing!), in these journals, in the hopes that my fumblings would be read by others in similar dire social straights, and encourage them. So in a similar vein, I will say this; we all need closeness. A hug, a held hand, a cuddle even, if one is feeling terribly bold. Love and affection and nearness unknots something inside of you. It makes everything else that much easier. It brings confidence, and contentedness. It makes it easier to forget, for a moment, your troubles. That's a comfort beyond price.
And it probably makes you much less of an ass. I've certainly had the displeasure of meeting a few people who could clearly use a hug, to alleviate their cynicism and unfriendliness and delight in cruelty.
I still have difficulty in touching, and even more in being touched. But every time I force myself to allow it, it gets easier. And every time it gets easier, it feels like more is right with the world, and the next becomes less of a trial. So find someone who cares, and reach out, even if it feels like the world will end if you try. Because it probably won't. If you can't do it for yourself, call it a service to Lagoma. The world will get better for it, and probably not just for you.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 4, 2020, 1:40 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
It is lovely to catch up with friends, and I am glad I had the chance. Apparently I should go hang out at the Hall of Heroes more often.
Written By Thea
Jan. 4, 2020, 1:23 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
Martino is bitching again about being on a boat. Insert eye roll. Sailing is great! I'm rather excited for our family dinner. Sans seeing my mother...Gods.
Written By Jyri
Jan. 4, 2020, 1:21 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
Long preparations, hard work, our souls put into it. The work started before I joined the Spirit Walkers, and I am proud to have been part of finishing it with all those dedicated people. The Stone Grove is once more green and fertile.
Written By Rhue
Jan. 4, 2020, 12:03 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
There is some comfort derived from hearing I am far from the only one plagued with strange, ominous dreams. I wish I had a better understanding of its meaning. Perhaps then I could get that song out of my head!
There are days when I miss the quiet and serenity of the Whitewood. I sometimes feel ill-equipped to handle the complexities of life within this strange bustling city, and yet when I consider the word 'home', Arx comes to mind now.
I thank the gods and the spirits for the knowledge I have gained and for that not yet attained.
I thank the gods and the spirits for the people I have grown to love and cherish - cousin Irisa, the Whitehawks, friends near and dear to my heart.
And I thank the gods and the spirits for the challenges that I have encountered...
In some ways, I feel so far removed from the young naive girl who first arrived to the city. Who knows what future days will bring?
There are days when I miss the quiet and serenity of the Whitewood. I sometimes feel ill-equipped to handle the complexities of life within this strange bustling city, and yet when I consider the word 'home', Arx comes to mind now.
I thank the gods and the spirits for the knowledge I have gained and for that not yet attained.
I thank the gods and the spirits for the people I have grown to love and cherish - cousin Irisa, the Whitehawks, friends near and dear to my heart.
And I thank the gods and the spirits for the challenges that I have encountered...
In some ways, I feel so far removed from the young naive girl who first arrived to the city. Who knows what future days will bring?
Written By Mirella
Jan. 4, 2020, 10:04 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
I've been hearing some odd things about crows recently. Odd, but intriguing. I'm not sure what to make of this, but I wonder if it has any connection to a dream that has been playing on my mind for many months.
One thing I do know, however, is this: anyone who harms my crow will regret it very much.
One thing I do know, however, is this: anyone who harms my crow will regret it very much.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 4, 2020, 9:33 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
You're back in Arx! And you were missed so much. Now our children can grow up together.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 4, 2020, 9:32 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Silvio
Where are the pointy shoes and the bling and the sparkles? Where is that unique fashion? Ahhh, My Lord Silvio, I hardly recognized you in that black armor, stylish as you made it. Still, was good to see you, you make me smile.
Written By Mirk
Jan. 4, 2020, 7:52 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
High Shaman Drea Redrain. Vala Khanne Halfshav. Lord Danvir Ravenseye. Duke Kaldur Crovane. Lord Jyri Whitehawk. Baroness Acantha Clearlake. Lord Vano Rivenshari. Leonaess Valeux. Lady Mikani Crovane. Duchess Fianna Crovane.
These are my people, the Spirit Walkers. I might be on a different path than some of them, but I will always remember the fellowship I shared with them at the Stone Grove, their earnest efforts to heal what had withered: Lord Jyri clearing those plants that had died, cutting away so that new life could come forth. Others planting seeds to replace what was lost. The ringing of the bells, strung up in the High Shaman's rituals so many months ago now. Lady Mikani and Lady Fianna on their first outings as Spirit Walkers, becoming one of us in their deeds as much as their words. And, of course, the prayers and the offerings, each shaman asking for the aid of the spirits so that the Grove might be green once more.
There are smaller moments, I'm sure, contributions to the whole that I missed because I was occupied elsewhere at that moment, but I like to think that I have a memory of each of you to carry forwards.
The rest of the Spirit Walkers, those of you who were not present for the planning or the rituals: You still helped. Your efforts have built the support and the connections that made this day possible.
Archlector Brigida of Petrichor. Archscholar Sina Godsworn. Duke Aiden Rubino. Sister Sophie Valardin.
Each one brought the blessings and the wisdom of the Pantheon to the Stone Grove, in their own fashion. Some through their prayers, some through the work of their own hands. We found common ground with the Faith of the Pantheon here, for the Stone Grove is sacred to both shaman and Godsworn, and together we accomplished something beautiful.
Prince Darren Redrain. Vincenzo Villente. Petal Penrose. Cillian Weatherwood.
Neither Spirit Walker nor representative of the Faith, still you made your presence felt at the Stone Grove. Your reasons are different, as each of you came to this effort from different perspectives. Whatever your reasons, you still supported us. Your contributions will be remembered.
Thank you all.
These are my people, the Spirit Walkers. I might be on a different path than some of them, but I will always remember the fellowship I shared with them at the Stone Grove, their earnest efforts to heal what had withered: Lord Jyri clearing those plants that had died, cutting away so that new life could come forth. Others planting seeds to replace what was lost. The ringing of the bells, strung up in the High Shaman's rituals so many months ago now. Lady Mikani and Lady Fianna on their first outings as Spirit Walkers, becoming one of us in their deeds as much as their words. And, of course, the prayers and the offerings, each shaman asking for the aid of the spirits so that the Grove might be green once more.
There are smaller moments, I'm sure, contributions to the whole that I missed because I was occupied elsewhere at that moment, but I like to think that I have a memory of each of you to carry forwards.
The rest of the Spirit Walkers, those of you who were not present for the planning or the rituals: You still helped. Your efforts have built the support and the connections that made this day possible.
Archlector Brigida of Petrichor. Archscholar Sina Godsworn. Duke Aiden Rubino. Sister Sophie Valardin.
Each one brought the blessings and the wisdom of the Pantheon to the Stone Grove, in their own fashion. Some through their prayers, some through the work of their own hands. We found common ground with the Faith of the Pantheon here, for the Stone Grove is sacred to both shaman and Godsworn, and together we accomplished something beautiful.
Prince Darren Redrain. Vincenzo Villente. Petal Penrose. Cillian Weatherwood.
Neither Spirit Walker nor representative of the Faith, still you made your presence felt at the Stone Grove. Your reasons are different, as each of you came to this effort from different perspectives. Whatever your reasons, you still supported us. Your contributions will be remembered.
Thank you all.
Written By Martino
Jan. 4, 2020, 5:19 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
No less than three members of the family said they would prefer to sail than carriage to Southport for a family gathering - you would think we were a family of sailors.
Well some are. Maybe just them. If we do I am taking wine, Stones and asking to be blessed with great patience.
Well some are. Maybe just them. If we do I am taking wine, Stones and asking to be blessed with great patience.
Written By Emele
Jan. 4, 2020, 4:31 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
I should never have eaten that Crownlander Rarebit before bed. All that cheese is not good for the dreams. But it seems I'm not the only one to be giving crows odd looks this morning.
Still! I've sold quite a bit since I set up shop, Scholar, and have several more pieces on the go. I also had a painting commissioned, which was nice, and the prospect of a few more as well. I can't help but feel that this is something of the calm before the storm, though; I can feel something looming, and it's not just the weight of summer.
Still! I've sold quite a bit since I set up shop, Scholar, and have several more pieces on the go. I also had a painting commissioned, which was nice, and the prospect of a few more as well. I can't help but feel that this is something of the calm before the storm, though; I can feel something looming, and it's not just the weight of summer.
Written By Jeffeth
Jan. 4, 2020, 12:19 a.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
Seems a lot of people have been hearing strange sorts of things involving crows. I'd like to help, if I can. If you're one such person, please write to me, let's speak soon.
Written By Calandra
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:37 p.m.(7/2/1012 AR)
Perhaps I should be relieved to know others share this strange dream of children singing and birds black as night, to know I am not the only one after reading the whites. But it's that very fact that troubles me so. Crows, songs, dreams. All such ominous conduits for greater things. Worse yet is how it sticks to the mind, those lyrics, that rhythm. I fear to sing it, even hum it, despite how desperately it tries to sit at the forefront of my thoughts. Whatever lay behind it shall not come of my voice.
Written By Ignacio
Jan. 3, 2020, 7:55 p.m.(7/1/1012 AR)
A brief encounter with Legate Bianca Wyrmguard and her young protégé, Verity Locke, has had me thinking of late. Startling, I know, but it does happen on occasion. Perhaps we should pay a call on the Legate soon, Cadenza and I.
There's much I would like to know more about, which a scholar of her eminence might be able to illuminate.
There are these -- dreams, as well. Those, at the least, are not new to us, though the content of them does change.
There's much I would like to know more about, which a scholar of her eminence might be able to illuminate.
There are these -- dreams, as well. Those, at the least, are not new to us, though the content of them does change.
Written By Esme
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:26 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Do you feel it? It ripples on the air all around us. We breathe it in every moment. We feel it. It lies upon our skin. It whispers in our ears. It delights in our soul.
Hope.
Love.
Honor.
Truth.
These are all the things that run through what we are. I have had a discussion regarding art with someone this week. They spoke of a kneeled character in the deepest part of grief. When I saw it, it was not the grief I saw. It was the hope. There was more. We all suffer loss. We all suffer pain, but it is not the end of things. Perhaps what we wanted cannot and will not now be achieved. We can mourn it, but please do not get lost in it.
We have all made decisions that we feel the remorse of it and wince at the outcome of them. They are the thoughts and memories that linger with us when we are alone. I just want you to know, that you are so loved. You are loved by the Gods that want to guide your path. They want to have you feel that redemption of your soul and your life. In the darkest of times, there are always pinpoints of light. We need only focus upon them. We need to focus and transcend our grief.
No one has ever found the path to walk if they were looking where they have already come from. It is spring. It is time to confess what we have held for so long. That dark thing that holds us back and holds to our heart. Confess them in your prayers. Ask for forgiveness for them. Move forwards not as victims, but as strong suppliers of honor. Then release them. Release those that have hurt you. Release those that you have hurt. Release yourself from shame and remorse. Put your feet upon the stones of your path and walk. Walk forward.
You are no longer who you were a moment ago. We are ever changing and striding. Please stride forward. If you wish to be better, than choose that. Choose it right now. Choose love. Choose honor. Choose conviction. People will see the change for we must not stand static. We must evolve. We must walk our beautiful paths.
Do not doubt. Your path is beautiful. Your decisions are yours. You are to be honored. Always.
Hope.
Love.
Honor.
Truth.
These are all the things that run through what we are. I have had a discussion regarding art with someone this week. They spoke of a kneeled character in the deepest part of grief. When I saw it, it was not the grief I saw. It was the hope. There was more. We all suffer loss. We all suffer pain, but it is not the end of things. Perhaps what we wanted cannot and will not now be achieved. We can mourn it, but please do not get lost in it.
We have all made decisions that we feel the remorse of it and wince at the outcome of them. They are the thoughts and memories that linger with us when we are alone. I just want you to know, that you are so loved. You are loved by the Gods that want to guide your path. They want to have you feel that redemption of your soul and your life. In the darkest of times, there are always pinpoints of light. We need only focus upon them. We need to focus and transcend our grief.
No one has ever found the path to walk if they were looking where they have already come from. It is spring. It is time to confess what we have held for so long. That dark thing that holds us back and holds to our heart. Confess them in your prayers. Ask for forgiveness for them. Move forwards not as victims, but as strong suppliers of honor. Then release them. Release those that have hurt you. Release those that you have hurt. Release yourself from shame and remorse. Put your feet upon the stones of your path and walk. Walk forward.
You are no longer who you were a moment ago. We are ever changing and striding. Please stride forward. If you wish to be better, than choose that. Choose it right now. Choose love. Choose honor. Choose conviction. People will see the change for we must not stand static. We must evolve. We must walk our beautiful paths.
Do not doubt. Your path is beautiful. Your decisions are yours. You are to be honored. Always.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:05 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Korka
No amount of drink is enough to wash away some memories, but I'm ever open to the attempt.
Written By Elrych
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:04 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Anabelle
I'm so glad I came back to Arx, because you were here. Friends since childhood, we only now know we were meant for each other. I've always loved you, but I'm so happy to be in love with you. I'm ready for our journy and look forward to the day I can call you my wife.
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