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Written By Thena

June 1, 2019, 8:53 a.m.(3/15/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Preston

I suspect there will be quite a bit of artistic license taken by any poor bastard who decides they want to chronicle my life and deeds.

Written By Lucita

June 1, 2019, 8:50 a.m.(3/15/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Ariella

Where are you Ariella? Are you safe? What adventures have you had? I miss you so much and Luis, too. My twins won't even recognize their aunt, my twin. You missed another of our birthdays and … we used to always try to spend those together even if we did not celebrate a formal party celebrating the passage of years. Come home, Ariella, come home soon. You are missed.

Written By Parisa

June 1, 2019, 3:22 a.m.(3/15/1011 AR)

Maman,

I will be staying in Arx until after the winter, I think. But I will send a copy of this letter with uncle Gregori, when he heads out next week. I just wanted you to know that things are going pretty good for me here in Arx! I have started exploring the city more. I met some very famous people this week, Maman! And they were all REALLY NICE!

First there was Princess Sorrel Thrax, the Bladesong herself! She was so nice and she asked if I would teach her some dancing! And the Mockingbird of the Bard's College told me I should try to join! And then there was Sir Jeffeth Bayweather! He's so nice! And he shines like the sun!

I also met Legate Grayhope, the Shepherd of the Faith, and he was so so so charming!

I only hid from a couple of them at first. But they were all very nice to met. You would have liked them!

Other than, things are going well. I work on the streets entertaining people with dances and stories (I told Princess Sorrel the story of Magpies, and she seemed to really like it!), and am making enough to get by right now. But I might try to find something a little more steady. Oh! I also met the Sword of Lenosia, and he says he works for Yasmine-- THE YASMINE --and that I if I need work I should write to her and tell her that I know him!

I might get to meet Yasmine, maman!

But I've written too much and have things to do, so I will close this letter now.

Love you always, maman.

Yours,
Parisa

Written By Mirari

June 1, 2019, 3:16 a.m.(3/15/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Mailys

My dearest cousin is definitely the best sister you could have. Always there to support me in my endeavors and my experiments. Even when I can tell she thinks my experiments are dumb.

Written By Delilah

June 1, 2019, 1:25 a.m.(3/15/1011 AR)

I hope people in this city have skill with ropes and nets. I have the feeling I'm going to be in need of their aid to invent something fairly lightweight and portable that can nonetheless be set up over a fairly wide area, and tolerate a person in armour falling on it.

Like me.

Written By Vanora

May 31, 2019, 11:21 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Scythia

House Grimhall is eternally grateful to the tireless work of Lady Scythia Redreef towards maintaining diplomacy among the traditionalists of the Isles.

Written By Jael

May 31, 2019, 10:07 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Reigna

Uncle Norwood needed a book for some reason and he didn't like the one I sent him.

Written By Monique

May 31, 2019, 7:49 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)


The qualifying games for the Tournament of Thorns start in two days and continue up until the day before the Tournament! If you'd like to try your hand at one (or all) of them, here's a preview of what you can expect:

Princess Marisol's game: Princess Marisol and Prince Tyrval will hold court for those seeking the copper thorn. The challenge is that each contestant must compliment Prince Tyrval somehow. His Royal Highness will get to judge each compliment and those found wanting will not receive a thorn. They probably won't receive a blood curse, but we make no promises.

Lord Michael's game: Prank wars! Lord Bisland welcomes skilled pranks pulled on him. The best pranks will win the bronze thorn and entrance into the Tournament. Please try not to maim him.

Archlector Etienne's game: Blessed Etienne's game is a game of the Faith. He will give contestants a topic and they must then compose a stirring sermon on the spot to inspire the public. Those who are sufficiently Faithful (or good at faking it) will win a coveted golden thorn.

Lord Sebastian's game: Lord Pravus will be camped out amongst the forestry of the Menagerie. His game will require contemplation of a detailed and distracting painting. Only those with skills sharp in perception and deduction will figure out where he's hidden his steel thorns.

Princess Alarissa's game: Do you have what it takes to meet the Princess-Consort of Thrax's meticulous standards when it comes to setting a table? Is that a grapefruit spoon? Where does the butter dish even go? Are you SURE you want to use that fork for your fish? If you know your etiquette, you could win the brass thorn.

Lord Rysen's game: Lord Rysen's retainer Lygeia is known for her great composure. Contestants are charged with telling a story that will make her laugh. It can be funny, surprising, wondrous or witty - anything that proves a chuckle or laughter from the dour Lygeia will grant a pewter thorn and entry into the Tournament.

Lady Monique's game: Lady Greenmarch's game is two truths and a lie, and just as it sounds. You will tell her a lie, paired with two truths, and she will attempt to guess which one is the lie. Those she cannot guess will receive a silver thorn.

Anytime the Committee members are out in public <OOC - with their LRP flag set; see Events bbpost 77 for rules> the game is afoot! May success be with you.

Written By Eddard

May 31, 2019, 7:35 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Norwood

Last Will and Testament of Eddard Clement

If I fall from this world and leave it behind, know that I probably died doing what I loved. Or stabbed. Probably the latter. I hope not to die, but circumstances seemed to shift around me and beneath my feet. My coffin is purchased and prepared already, remove all the clothes from it first. They are the clothes that are dead to me, feel free to burn them in my pyre.

First, and foremost. Baron Norwood Clement is charged with the care and consoling of Tycho, the Reindeer.

Give my cutlass to the next best fanciful idiot with red hair and an incurable lack of sense.

Give my waistcoats to the community gardens scarecrows and my frockcoats to the bearers of my coffins. Do not expect my uncle to be able to tell the difference.

For my dresses, they must go to the leggiest, sultriest blonde in the Oathlands ward. Baron Norwood Clement must be the one doing the looking and judging. I expect a written white journal as to why she was chosen.

I expect everyone in attendance of my funeral to wear flannel. Even the King. Especially the king.

I would like a Redrain throat yodeler to 'sing' as I am laid to rest.

All compliments must be spoken in the form of insults. For example, "He was the human embodiment of a puff pastry. Tasty for a moment but without substance or sustenance." Also, "He used his wit like a bull uses its horns, he slammed them into everything to see if it would fall over."

I have nothing to give to whom I may love in particular, because I never hesitated to give when I was alive.

Written By Kaldur

May 31, 2019, 6:50 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Rey

It isn't clear always, or even usually, to me why one road is more 'right' than another. It's simply up to me to choose as well as I can when the time comes and make the best of those choices.

Lady Rey and I are ending our betrothal.

I could cite the poetics of sea and moon, ebb and flow, wax and wane, and have, but it feels hollow. There is scant comfort in pretty words. I already miss her. I am sad for the people of Pearlspire who will not grow to love her has I have. On the pilgrimage, I couldn't shake the sense that we are meant for different paths. She will remain Laveer and steer her House through troubled times, bright beacon she is, Lady of the Lighthouse.

We part ways now, but it's true that the moon calls the sea and her presence in my life has changed it and always will.

Written By Reigna

May 31, 2019, 3:41 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Jael

Dare I ask the source of such commotion? I could have sworn I heard echoes of the ruckus in Keaton Hall.

Written By Sorrel

May 31, 2019, 11:33 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Sunflowers. Sunflowers. It's frigid cold and all I can think about is sunflowers.

I wonder if they mean something.

Written By Miranda

May 31, 2019, 10:37 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

An Oathlander man and Lycene man are in the room with a Lycene woman...

...

... Yea, this was an epic disaster ...

Ugh.

Written By Kenna

May 31, 2019, 9:44 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

To be clear, I now know that having to wield a sword to be in the Guard was wrong. That said, I'm ninety percent sure I would be bad at other weapons also, do at this point I'll stick with it. Also I really love my sword. I'm experimenting with sleeping with it on a peg or in this pillow sheathe Sparte gave me.

Written By Jael

May 31, 2019, 9:23 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Flavien

It was more shouting than screaming. And laughing.

Well, I was laughing.

Written By Jyri

May 31, 2019, 9:16 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

My father used to say, there's two kind of fighters. (Though, to be fair this is extremely simplifying matters, there's still a kernel of truth to it.)

1. Those that kill fast.
2. Those that die slow.

I'm more of the latter.

Written By Rymarr

May 31, 2019, 8:46 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

When it comes to the performance of duties in the Iron Guard, sometimes you simply have to use your head. Swords, axes, pikes, fists, clubs, and all the rest are swell. But sometimes you have to really put your head into changing hearts and minds.

Written By Rymarr

May 31, 2019, 8:34 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

His clever retorts amuse me. He makes me laugh.

Written By Preston

May 31, 2019, 8:13 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Thena

Just as long as you know when they paint the stories of your life, they will definitely use artistic license to make it a sword or a lance in a mounted charge. Not a dagger.

Written By Brigida

May 31, 2019, 7:09 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

This winter has been particularly hard on me I feel and I didn't get out and about as much as I wanted due to the cold and the snow. The journey to the Northlands to deal with the Seraph took a lot out of me.
No matter now as I've decided that the best way not to stop and plant roots is to get back out there and actually do something and make a difference.
So with that in mind I'd like to see what I can offer as a help to people who need it. So by all means contact me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible, as long as it's a worthwhile cause that is.

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