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Written By Fortunato

May 30, 2017, 12:45 p.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

The average anybody won't give two shits about what you care about.

You should still talk about, paint about, agitate about whatever you fucking care about.

Written By Fortunato

May 30, 2017, 12:41 p.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

People only care about what they care about.

We all know this. If I lose a painting in a fire, I don't expect your average anyone to care two silvers. If a cute party event reminds me of my mother's death, I don't expect the average anyone to care two silvers. Would excuse myself even so. Wouldn't see any fun in it.

I have never been a slave. If I had been a slave, I still would not expect the average anyone to care two silvers about what reminds me of what. People only care about what they care about. A ruined shirt is a tragedy if it happens to you. A ruined shirt, an insult is worth a duel if it happens to you. If it happens to someone else, well, they're being ridiculous, aren't they? Any sensitivity you don't share, any echo you've never seen is ridiculous.

People only care about what they care about. Anything else is an imposition. Friends make the effort to understand. People who feel less happily, purely remote from the issue make an effort to understand.

Otherwise. Otherwise. Any sensitivity you don't share is oversensivity, and it will never matter what it is. Ever.

Written By Narciso

May 30, 2017, 11:54 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Just a reminder that your friendly neighborhood Inquisition is there for all your investigative needs. Don't be afraid to call on us!

The people with their white journals are aware we read them, yes? Do they think we've disappeared?

Do they need another reminder?

Written By Carita

May 30, 2017, 11:31 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

I am only trying to do good. All that's seen is what's on the surface at this moment, and that's fine.

Written By Belladonna

May 30, 2017, 11:16 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Carita

There will be consequences.

Written By Edward

May 30, 2017, 11:04 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Larissa

As I have already personally explained to the Softest Whisper; the fault was not that she listened but that she did not seek other perspectives on the matter besides the one overly emotional one that she received.

The auction was not a sale of a life or of a person. It was a sale of time. The auctioneer sold time and those bidding were putting a value on that time. Not a single person was bought or sold at that auction, not a single act of feigned slavery was created, and the display of people standing there to encourage the bidding were representative of their own time that they were choosing to auctioning off.

Even so, the Whisper House is united in the proclamation that they made and so is worthy of support even if there is disagreement with it.

Written By Marian

May 30, 2017, 10:45 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aurora

My friends. I have another member of the Crafters Guild that I wish to recognize:

Mistress Aurora Thornburn is a seamstress of exceptional skill. She came to me in my hour of need to fix a ball gown that I damaged through my own foolishness right before I was suppose to attend a ball. Using Jayus' muse, she turned the frumpy mess into a gown that had the whole court talking. I am in her debt, and consider any patron of hers to be quite lucky.

Written By Marian

May 30, 2017, 10:41 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Joslyn

My friends. It is rare that I give compliments to the Crafters Guild. However, I wish to change that oversight:

Mistress Joslyn Manicelli is a crafter of exceptional worth. She came to me in my hour of need to finish a suit of armor that another left incomplete. I am in her debt, and jealous of any that would take either one as protege.

Written By Katarina

May 30, 2017, 10:06 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mason

<Penned meticulously in Eurusi>

Prince Mason,

I abhor slavery as much as you, as we are born of a land that punishes their fellow man - chains them for sins of their distant forefathers, for the blood in their veins. Treats them worse than cattle, like things - experiments... Remember that slavery requires one to be unwilling, taken without permission or choice. That is the fundamental of such an injustice. Not nobility willingly giving their time up for auction for a cause to help better the livelihood of those displaced from the siege.

Written By Juliana

May 30, 2017, 9:52 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Sebastian

Darling. I believe that I am bored. This must be rectified.

Written By Mason

May 30, 2017, 7:58 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Larissa

Larissa Whisper has made a choice that should be lauded and respected.

Slavery, at it's core, is about money. Why pay people when you can force them to work for free? It's certainly easier and more profitable. It would have been easy for her to hold another charity auction. Instead, she listened, opened her mind, and agreed that there are other ways to raise funds that do not celebrate a practice that millions of people still suffer in this world.

Not everyone in The Compact is protected by law from forms of slavery.

Written By Agnarr

May 30, 2017, 4:33 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Didn't reckon paying some silver for a shave and a haircut, or a day's massage, is slavery. Off with my head then.

Written By Tobias

May 30, 2017, 3:36 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)

Someone complained about a charity auction by willing participants who were happy to do it and were protected by Compact law from actual slavery?

You learn something new everyday.

Written By Armel

May 30, 2017, 1:56 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alis

I don't need to be a Disciple of Limerance to see the love that you and Fiachra have for each other. May your years together be many and fruitful. May you bear many strong, faithful children, and raise them in the proud traditions of your great houses.

And may your enemies always tremble when they hear your very names on the wind.

Written By Narciso

May 30, 2017, 1:51 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

First, you need to grab your lute. If you don't have one, learn how to play, then get one. Next, you find a good, strong, old tree. You climb up that tree. Then you watch the stars fill the night sky. You tune your lute while you search your heart for something to fill the dark between the stars. When your lute is tuned, when you've found that which wants to leave your heart and fill your throat... That's when you sing.

If rocks are thrown your way, then congratulations, you now know you should never, ever, do it again. Better give that lute to someone else, and grab some of those rocks in case they turn out to be as bad as you are.

Written By Alis

May 30, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Fiachra

Rather then comment on what a swoon-worthy statement that is, were I the swooning type... I will instead say - Damn, that's hot. You'll be home soon, right?

Written By Fiachra

May 30, 2017, 1:45 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Notice to all enemies of Arvum:

If you come for my wife, I -will- make you regret it. The bodies speak for themselves.

Written By Juliana

May 29, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

There was a merry war of wits between us, and I, I believe, won.

May the calf bring you many gallons of sweet cream. I hear cream is good for reducing burns, good Master. So she should come in useful.

Written By Juliana

May 29, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

My cousin suggested that Duke Cristoph Laurent and I share a meal and he kindly obliged. It was an interesting evening; the Duke is a man of principle and deep thought. The conversation was charged and I look very much forward to spending more time with him again.

Written By Juliana

May 29, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

I was very, very stupid and he saw me to safety. There is something about the Admiral that I feel I recognize. There are so many layers to the world. There is the surface, the stories. Deeds done in the past that tongues still whisper of, and yet... is it ever as simple as the stories told? I think not. Ah well. The potted tree can only grow so tall. Limitations are forged by unchangeable circumstance.

Cryptic mystery writings.

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