Written By Tescelina
May 26, 2019, 7:55 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
The knight I served under as a squire was named Sir Dax and he was very old. He was the only one who would take me under his wing, the others did not much believe in me. I was too bookish for some, too quiet for others, or not physically strong enough for a few.
He did, always, believe in me. Even when I was very silly. I remember when we first met, I was nine, and he sat across from me at a small table in his bulky old armor and he held his teacup very gently in his gauntlet-clad hand while I poured him a drink. He said,
"Thank you, Lady Lina." Then he asked, "Have you ever been afraid?"
"My mother once told me a story about a goblin who ate books. He ate them all up, page by page, and he would be very sneaky and hide in the chimney of the library so no one could catch him. Then at night, before the fire was made, he'd sneak out and hide and eat more books. This story is very scary to me. I was very afraid of our library at night after she told it."
"What did you do?"
"I was only a little afraid of the dark, because I do adore the stars, so I crept to the library one night and I took the iron from the fireplace rack and I stood in front of the hearth and waited for the goblin. I was only going to scare him, of course. I didn't want to bash him or anything. But he was being very bad and I knew I had to do something about it, even if I was afraid. My hands shook."
"What happened then?"
"I fell asleep in my watch, in front of the fireplace. But, of course, no books were eaten. My father carried me to the lounging chair and put a blanket over me. When I awoke, I counted them all. The books."
"You must have frightened him off!"
I leaned close and whispered to him conspiratorially, "Sir Dax, I do not believe there was truly a goblin. But if there was, just in case, I had to do something about it -- those books could not protect themselves, after all."
"/Squire/ Lina," he said with a smile that lifted his whiskers and I surely made a very wide-eyed face, "We shall see what kind of Oathlands knight you become some place down the road. For now, we have much work to do. Much work."
He did, always, believe in me. Even when I was very silly. I remember when we first met, I was nine, and he sat across from me at a small table in his bulky old armor and he held his teacup very gently in his gauntlet-clad hand while I poured him a drink. He said,
"Thank you, Lady Lina." Then he asked, "Have you ever been afraid?"
"My mother once told me a story about a goblin who ate books. He ate them all up, page by page, and he would be very sneaky and hide in the chimney of the library so no one could catch him. Then at night, before the fire was made, he'd sneak out and hide and eat more books. This story is very scary to me. I was very afraid of our library at night after she told it."
"What did you do?"
"I was only a little afraid of the dark, because I do adore the stars, so I crept to the library one night and I took the iron from the fireplace rack and I stood in front of the hearth and waited for the goblin. I was only going to scare him, of course. I didn't want to bash him or anything. But he was being very bad and I knew I had to do something about it, even if I was afraid. My hands shook."
"What happened then?"
"I fell asleep in my watch, in front of the fireplace. But, of course, no books were eaten. My father carried me to the lounging chair and put a blanket over me. When I awoke, I counted them all. The books."
"You must have frightened him off!"
I leaned close and whispered to him conspiratorially, "Sir Dax, I do not believe there was truly a goblin. But if there was, just in case, I had to do something about it -- those books could not protect themselves, after all."
"/Squire/ Lina," he said with a smile that lifted his whiskers and I surely made a very wide-eyed face, "We shall see what kind of Oathlands knight you become some place down the road. For now, we have much work to do. Much work."
Written By Kenna
May 26, 2019, 7:52 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
I'm looking for an excuse to do something. Except it's nice, mostly, so I don't need an excuse do I?
Written By Ida
May 26, 2019, 7:49 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
The cats went quick, though some of them might not have been my best work. I've felt distracted as of late and I guess it showed in my work today. The forge is usually my haven from distraction, so this is new. I'll have to try again tomorrow or next week, if only because I hate when the shop is unstocked.
Written By Ajax
May 26, 2019, 7:47 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Mm, love the feel of new contracts being signed. Hopefully, the couple of jobs I pick up for my men keep them busy as I spend most of next year going back and forth and getting other matters arranged.
It's a little out of my usual skill-set but the change is a little refreshing. Maybe, I can learn a new trick or two.
It's a little out of my usual skill-set but the change is a little refreshing. Maybe, I can learn a new trick or two.
Written By Ajax
May 26, 2019, 7:47 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Mm, love the feel of new contracts being signed. Hopefully, the couple of jobs I pick up for my men keep them busy as I spend most of next year going back and forth and getting other matters arranged.
It's a little out of my usual skill-set but the change is a little refreshing. Maybe, I can learn a new trick or two.
It's a little out of my usual skill-set but the change is a little refreshing. Maybe, I can learn a new trick or two.
Written By Edward
May 26, 2019, 7:27 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
The hardest thing about jogging is running past all the taverns. The second hardest thing is running without spilling my rum.
Written By Sophie
May 26, 2019, 7:12 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
It's amazing how one can be in the right place at the right time and a gathering of very different people click so fortunately to all provide pieces to a puzzle most distressing.
I have hopes that this newly formed club of friendship might meet again soon, perhaps over breakfast.
I have hopes that this newly formed club of friendship might meet again soon, perhaps over breakfast.
Written By Gregory
May 26, 2019, 6:36 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
I have discovered in my travels recently that I am poorly suited to be an adventurer. I did enjoy the traveling, but the exploring seemed to be for those more... athletic than myself.
I also wish to apologise to Lady Ysabel for being the cause of her falling down a staircase, however accidental it may have been.
I also wish to apologise to Lady Ysabel for being the cause of her falling down a staircase, however accidental it may have been.
Written By Cristoph
May 26, 2019, 6:34 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
There's never a boring week, I can say that much. And while I don't enjoy receiving missive after missive after missive after missive after missive about relatives of mine, I did have the opportunity to exchange words with some very pleasant people. So perhaps in that, there's a silver lining to all of this unfortunate business.
In particular, Radiant Bliss Whisper was extremely graceful and patient throughout the entire matter, for which I'm endlessly grateful.
In particular, Radiant Bliss Whisper was extremely graceful and patient throughout the entire matter, for which I'm endlessly grateful.
Written By Eiran
May 26, 2019, 6:16 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Recent scandalous events in regards to my family find me in a spiral of overpowering feeling. That I am so touched with the ability to express myself through the written verse is both a blessing and a curse. Much thanks to all who have reached out and sent gifts.
Written By Edward
May 26, 2019, 5:48 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Proper punctuation can make the difference between a sentence that's well-written and a sentence that's, well, written.
Written By Sudara
May 26, 2019, 5:31 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Are we through the worst of the present tangle of crises, or are we merely in the eye of a maelstrom? For the time being, it certainly seems that the number of active threats is receding, while some might even be truly resolved rather than merely temporarily abated. I very much hope that the worst is behind us: still, we have a decidedly lengthy list of still-active problems, as well as an intimidating array of potential threats. It seems only sensible to continue to work to resolve what issues we can, and bolster our defences where possible.
Written By Reigna
May 26, 2019, 3:15 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
If you have need of disposing of those dried dead mice, I can see if Fidelity might enjoy them as training treats? He enjoys freshly dead mice, but those are a little harder to keep on hand. One of my children reached into my pocket and went from surprise, to excitement to horror in rapid succession. Then I had to explain why momma was keeping dead mice in her pocket. It was a somewhat awkward conversation that resulted in some serious side eye from my child to my hunting partner.
Then again, if the mouse was dried, I might have enough time to distract the child before recognition of what it was sinks in.
Possibly.
Then again, if the mouse was dried, I might have enough time to distract the child before recognition of what it was sinks in.
Possibly.
Written By Lucita
May 26, 2019, 3:10 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
The final month of this winter is at last here. I shall sing to the coming spring and all that is to be done when it arrives.
Written By Margret
May 26, 2019, 12:55 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
I have tried to write this many times over the past few months. Each time I arrived at an impasse, and could not force my quill to move forward. I don't think I was ready yet, but now I am.
Those who know me well know that I abhor violence. That I see it as a cycle that must be broken. Violence begets more violence as the survivors try to cope with the trauma and their pain and loss. My abhorrence of violence has not changed. What has is my responsibilities. There are people I am responsible for who will suffer if I do not renounce my beliefs, which I have held so close to my heart for so long, and I cannot deny them the protection they deserve for my beliefs. Nor can I allow darkness to fester and infect the places I love that have provided succor and substance in times of need.
I vow that I will never strike out of fear or anger or want of revenge. I will continue to try and do my best to not create any more suffering in this world by my hand.
I have realized, however, that sometimes one must strike out of love to prevent suffering and darkness. So I will strike out of love, but it will break my heart every single time.
Those who know me well know that I abhor violence. That I see it as a cycle that must be broken. Violence begets more violence as the survivors try to cope with the trauma and their pain and loss. My abhorrence of violence has not changed. What has is my responsibilities. There are people I am responsible for who will suffer if I do not renounce my beliefs, which I have held so close to my heart for so long, and I cannot deny them the protection they deserve for my beliefs. Nor can I allow darkness to fester and infect the places I love that have provided succor and substance in times of need.
I vow that I will never strike out of fear or anger or want of revenge. I will continue to try and do my best to not create any more suffering in this world by my hand.
I have realized, however, that sometimes one must strike out of love to prevent suffering and darkness. So I will strike out of love, but it will break my heart every single time.
Written By Harper
May 26, 2019, 12:55 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Sometimes folks just aren't like you imagine they'd be. The Duchess was a real surprise, and a good one at that. Glad she came by. But I may still kick Magpie's arse over it.
Written By Giuliano
May 26, 2019, 12:53 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
Most dear sister, once more we are reunited and never again shall we allow fate to drive us apart - the well-being of our House is far too important for such vagaries.
Written By Giuliano
May 26, 2019, 12:51 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
Dearest cousin, my Duchess, you shine so brightly and provide once more what is the guiding light for our family. Long may you reign.
Written By Giuliano
May 26, 2019, 12:49 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
The Duchess and my sister are really company like none other, and spending time with them helps dull the ache that comes from being parted from Setarco. The weather is ugly, but not insurmountably uncomfortable. However, the city reeks of dog. I am uncertain what one does about that.
Written By Lisebet
May 26, 2019, 11:33 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
This week I have felt entirely ill. It was not fun at all. However, today I am feeling better. Better enough to get out and about once more, at least, and hopefully stop everyone in the house from fussing over me.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
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