Written By Tesha
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:12 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
I need to focus my energies on my family and not what continues to disappoint me.
Written By Elisha
Sept. 27, 2019, 10:34 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
The old stories claim
that life is possible without death,
like mountains that rise to such a height
that they form no valleys.
Into this landscape, the old stories claim,
the first children of the Dream bore themselves
before even the gods breathed:
the First Children of Now and the First Children of Always.
The dragons soared the heavens,
and with slitted eyes observed the Dream spread beneath them,
among the silver streams and stands of moss-draped oak.
And yet, despite the keenness of their sight,
they grew dull with pride and power and
the dreary masturbation of magic.
The sirens surged within the seas,
and their autumn voices sang the fullness of the Dream,
past and present and future, so that even
the first among them knew,
at the moment of her birth,
that Choice and Death
would one day drive her sisters
mad with glory and chaos and beauty.
In dreaming the future, she conceived the future.
She is the mother of Choice and Death,
and the answer to the dragons' lonely weeping rage,
or so the old stories claim.
(Amid the roaring braggadocio of skylords, hear the silence of skyladies. The dragons abandoned their mates, the sirens, for magic and power and pride. A betrayal transformed them into monsters, but no betrayal is final: one day the dragons will shed their pride like snakeskin and surrender to the hopeless, helpless songs of their anguished lovers. Every valley shelters beneath a peak.)
that life is possible without death,
like mountains that rise to such a height
that they form no valleys.
Into this landscape, the old stories claim,
the first children of the Dream bore themselves
before even the gods breathed:
the First Children of Now and the First Children of Always.
The dragons soared the heavens,
and with slitted eyes observed the Dream spread beneath them,
among the silver streams and stands of moss-draped oak.
And yet, despite the keenness of their sight,
they grew dull with pride and power and
the dreary masturbation of magic.
The sirens surged within the seas,
and their autumn voices sang the fullness of the Dream,
past and present and future, so that even
the first among them knew,
at the moment of her birth,
that Choice and Death
would one day drive her sisters
mad with glory and chaos and beauty.
In dreaming the future, she conceived the future.
She is the mother of Choice and Death,
and the answer to the dragons' lonely weeping rage,
or so the old stories claim.
(Amid the roaring braggadocio of skylords, hear the silence of skyladies. The dragons abandoned their mates, the sirens, for magic and power and pride. A betrayal transformed them into monsters, but no betrayal is final: one day the dragons will shed their pride like snakeskin and surrender to the hopeless, helpless songs of their anguished lovers. Every valley shelters beneath a peak.)
Written By Sebastian
Sept. 27, 2019, 9:33 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
With the help of the talented lady Monique, I was able to secure a prize from the recent Keaton Festival: one of their bloodhounds. I confess, I've missed Argent greatly since I sent him to watch over my niece: I look forward to having another pup around the place. She's already proven herself curious, fearless and energetic. Of course she will need to learn her place, namely underneath my cat Nia in the hierarchy.
It's just the way of things.
As a prize reward of her own, Monique was allowed to name her. Intruder, or Trudy for short.
It's just the way of things.
As a prize reward of her own, Monique was allowed to name her. Intruder, or Trudy for short.
Written By Ida
Sept. 27, 2019, 6:09 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Teagan
Lady Teagan Blackram does me a great honor with the kind words she has written in the whites. Sometimes I am wrong with that faith in people thing, but not all that often. That's okay, though, because maybe there has been a time or two when I was the only one who had that faith and it made a difference.
I have thought about the Faith, with the capital, a lot lately. Having spent time with the Templars a couple of times over the last several months has given me an insight I didn't really have before. Ah, but to become Godsworn won't ever be a path for me, not after having been knighted by Prince Edain for my services to House Valardin. As well, I hope I honor all the Gods properly, but my devotion to Jayus and my love of crafting is hardly a secret.
I suspect it is sincerely by the grace of all the Gods (and no small amount of luck) that I am still breathing and able to write this. Knowing that, I think I would take such a risk again if asked because it is important to do so. It is important to have faith.
I have thought about the Faith, with the capital, a lot lately. Having spent time with the Templars a couple of times over the last several months has given me an insight I didn't really have before. Ah, but to become Godsworn won't ever be a path for me, not after having been knighted by Prince Edain for my services to House Valardin. As well, I hope I honor all the Gods properly, but my devotion to Jayus and my love of crafting is hardly a secret.
I suspect it is sincerely by the grace of all the Gods (and no small amount of luck) that I am still breathing and able to write this. Knowing that, I think I would take such a risk again if asked because it is important to do so. It is important to have faith.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:39 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
It has been four years since I left Arx to return to Lyon's Redoubt and the Fernweh in order to raise my Nephews after my Brother died in a hunting accident. It took that long to teach them to be strong leaders for our people and set the youngest on his path towards serving the Marquessa in her armed forces. Now I have returned and so much has changed. I am excited to return to my post at the Marquessa's side and bring Glory and Honor to the Fernweh and Lyonesse.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:31 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
You have welcomed me back as if I had never left and have been overly generous. You are still as lovely as ever and your smile infectious. You have grown your family fast and well. I am proud to serve such a strong and charismatic woman.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:27 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarie
We had to call off our engagment as you wanded to set sail on the sea and I had to return to Lyon's Redoubt. When I returned to Arx four years later I was told you married, had a child, and then retired to the Oathlands. I hear you're happy and that's all that matters.
Written By Elrych
Sept. 27, 2019, 4:18 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
Upon my return I heard you passed in Battle. I am sad to hear it but I knew you wouldn't have had it any other way.
Written By Amari
Sept. 27, 2019, 3:23 p.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Shae
Soon, when you close your eyes you'll see nothing but script floating by as though a scholar has been writing on the inside of your eyelids. It's a peril of too much time spent in the Archives. I'm so happy to have someone to share with and so grateful for your help, cousin.
Written By Elloise
Sept. 27, 2019, 1:13 p.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
Ice! I'm looking up ICE and I don't know that the HISTORY of ice is really very interesting but the mechanics of transportation sure are!
Written By Elisha
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:47 a.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
In ancient days, the Lowers was a city of a thousand wells that rose over cold subterranean lake. Wherever the inhabitants dug deep holes, they drew clear clean water, as far as the city extended, and no farther. The Lowers's green border reflected the outline of the buried lake; the invisible landscape created the visible one; everything that moved in the sunlight was driven by a lapping wave enclosed beneath the rock's calcareous sky.
Consequently, two forms of religion exist in the Lowers.
The city's gods, according to some people, live in the depths, in the black lake that feeds the underground streams. However, according to others, the gods live in the buckets that rise, suspended from cables, as they appear over the edge of the wells, in the revolving pulleys, in the windlasses and the pump handles, in the blades of the windmills that draw the water up from the drillings, in the trestles that support the twisting probes, in the reservoirs perched on stilts over the roofs, in the slender arches of the aqueducts, in all the columns of water, the vertical pipes, the curved joints, the grates and drains, all the way up to the weathercocks that surmount the airy scaffoldings of the cathedral,
a city that moves entirely upward
and exhales finally
into the dream
of the shav'arxani.
Consequently, two forms of religion exist in the Lowers.
The city's gods, according to some people, live in the depths, in the black lake that feeds the underground streams. However, according to others, the gods live in the buckets that rise, suspended from cables, as they appear over the edge of the wells, in the revolving pulleys, in the windlasses and the pump handles, in the blades of the windmills that draw the water up from the drillings, in the trestles that support the twisting probes, in the reservoirs perched on stilts over the roofs, in the slender arches of the aqueducts, in all the columns of water, the vertical pipes, the curved joints, the grates and drains, all the way up to the weathercocks that surmount the airy scaffoldings of the cathedral,
a city that moves entirely upward
and exhales finally
into the dream
of the shav'arxani.
Written By Sabella
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:05 a.m.(11/28/1011 AR)
I had such terrible dreams the other night that there was strife and yelling in the streets over some complicated troubles or other! Imagine my relief to awaken to find that everything was fine!
I should likely stop eating so many sweets before dinner.
I should likely stop eating so many sweets before dinner.
Written By Maja
Sept. 27, 2019, 2:52 a.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
For the second year in a row, I have won the wagon run event in the People's Tournament. I am Queen of Wagons for another year!
I promise that my reign will be gracious and just.
I promise that my reign will be gracious and just.
Written By Teagan
Sept. 27, 2019, 1:42 a.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
I think I would like a furry sort of companion.
I wonder if I know anyone who might have one of those creatures who might be about to have pups or kits or whatever they might be called soon.
I wonder if I know anyone who might have one of those creatures who might be about to have pups or kits or whatever they might be called soon.
Written By Dante
Sept. 26, 2019, 9:25 p.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Nothing can replace the emeralds of Tor in my heart, but seraphinite is now a close second. I owe thanks to Countess Arcadia for showing me a spectacular specimen of this dazzling gem. Set in silver seems to be the most appropriate way to display it - I will have to consider ways to integrate it into my wardrobe.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 26, 2019, 7:19 p.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I know he would kill a shark for me, with his bare hands. He maimed a Kraken to keep me safe while I brought our child into the compact.
But sometimes it takes his looming presence sensed between the slivers of lucidity while fevers come and go and a copy of a white brought to me to realize that the moments when he lays his hand on my shoulder, is no different than man and wife pressing a kiss to lips. Donrai didn't raise him to show no affection. He just taught him how to show it differently.
I would kill a shark for him as well.
But sometimes it takes his looming presence sensed between the slivers of lucidity while fevers come and go and a copy of a white brought to me to realize that the moments when he lays his hand on my shoulder, is no different than man and wife pressing a kiss to lips. Donrai didn't raise him to show no affection. He just taught him how to show it differently.
I would kill a shark for him as well.
Written By Teagan
Sept. 26, 2019, 5:31 p.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
I feel that I have been languishing in darkness for some time. The Telmarch has seen much of it. From the war between Bellerive and Threerivers to the horrors suffered at Highhill. Now to the mission I have just returned from. I've been on a slow, long march through darkness for some time without even realizing it and I still have not woken.
I think my error is not in a lack of Faith, but in a lack of faith. I hold everything close to the chest. I rely only on my own two hands and my own two feet. While I did witness Sir Preston's Faith in Gloria and it was great, what I saw more was what it means to have faith in people.
I could serve to learn more of that.
I think my error is not in a lack of Faith, but in a lack of faith. I hold everything close to the chest. I rely only on my own two hands and my own two feet. While I did witness Sir Preston's Faith in Gloria and it was great, what I saw more was what it means to have faith in people.
I could serve to learn more of that.
Written By Teagan
Sept. 26, 2019, 5:28 p.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Dame Ida is a steadfast woman who stands by her word and has a greater faith than I knew. And I speak not of Faith in the gods (though she has that too), but a faith in people.
It's a faith that I respect and one that I could do to learn from.
It's a faith that I respect and one that I could do to learn from.
Written By Amund
Sept. 26, 2019, 5:16 p.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
Any fight you cannot win through skill or strength must be won through adaptation. Sometimes, good things, like victory, come at hefty prices.
I will never forget my journey deep into the Telmarch's and the Bonespire's lands, to right ancient wrongs.
It taught me so much, and I am humbled. Both for seeing that all of my comrades were alive, and for the hard but unforgettable lessons learned with pain.
I will never forget my journey deep into the Telmarch's and the Bonespire's lands, to right ancient wrongs.
It taught me so much, and I am humbled. Both for seeing that all of my comrades were alive, and for the hard but unforgettable lessons learned with pain.
Written By Niklas
Sept. 26, 2019, 4:12 p.m.(11/27/1011 AR)
I think I probably should not have woken up this morning.
For those friends who sent messages, I am perfectly fine. For those friends who did not, how dare you?
This is up to people other than myself to resolve. I will keep my opinions to myself until the situation is handled, except to say that I thank the gods every day that I am not Marquis Regent of Stormward.
For those friends who sent messages, I am perfectly fine. For those friends who did not, how dare you?
This is up to people other than myself to resolve. I will keep my opinions to myself until the situation is handled, except to say that I thank the gods every day that I am not Marquis Regent of Stormward.
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