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.
Written By Elgana
May 26, 2019, 10:15 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I misspell one word, and I keep paying for it after three years! Mica! I meant to write 'mica powder' not 'mice powder'!
Written By Azolla
May 26, 2019, 6:29 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ahmar
My older brother recently came to Arx. It seems he came to watch over me like he always has. It is great to have him here. I missed him so much
Written By Azolla
May 26, 2019, 6:20 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
One of my closest friends. I love getting together with him on creative projects and singing his poetry alongside the beautiful was he Plays he lyre. We really make a great team when we get together
Written By Juniper
May 26, 2019, 1:35 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
For my birthday, I caught a fish, met someone new, laughed with those I love and did /not/ fall into the river. I deem the coming year a successful one, all of the signs and portents are there.
Written By Victus
May 26, 2019, 1:18 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
As I get older, I find better comfort in the war room than on the front lines. I understand both intricately. I still enjoy the rush of battle. But risking my life has become less and less viable over the recent years.
Maybe I should be thankful that there aren't any immediate wars to be attending on a battlefield. There's something nostalgic when I think about it though. The anticipation and the passion of two sides colliding.
Sometimes when I think of leading the Compact against the Gyre, I feel that same sensation. Like a distant sensation that I just can't grasp fully. An inkling. Embers.
I need a hobby.
Maybe I should be thankful that there aren't any immediate wars to be attending on a battlefield. There's something nostalgic when I think about it though. The anticipation and the passion of two sides colliding.
Sometimes when I think of leading the Compact against the Gyre, I feel that same sensation. Like a distant sensation that I just can't grasp fully. An inkling. Embers.
I need a hobby.
Written By Bliss
May 26, 2019, 12:52 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elgana
I have just remembered that I have a box of dried, dead mice in my room for a project which never saw the light of day.
It has not been opened in almost a year.
I feel like this is somehow your fault. Personal responsibility is for the birds.
It has not been opened in almost a year.
I feel like this is somehow your fault. Personal responsibility is for the birds.
Written By Bonnie
May 26, 2019, 12:28 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
It's been a busier week that I've had since coming onto dry land. I guess its worse because everything still seems frozen and miserable out too, but I still find time to accidentally step on toes. Figuratively. I wasn't so drunk as to just literally walk on someones feet.
But if its going to be dark all the time I think the day that happens is coming soon.
But if its going to be dark all the time I think the day that happens is coming soon.
Written By Sorrel
May 26, 2019, 12:24 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
I should have destroyed that stupid helm of Galen's with the reindeer horns years ago. He's going to poke someone's eye out with the damn thing!
Written By Rysen
May 26, 2019, 12:11 a.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
I recently visited the Ivy Covered Watchtower by Seawatch Gate for a gathering of people who loved books. It was hosted by Princess Reese Grayson, who handed out copies of books on a great variety of subjects. Reading them has made me laugh or think or suffer; they're interesting, and they are another way the Crownlands General in these times of darkness yet remains a light.
It is one of the great honors of my life to write and play for Lady Azolla Nightgold. It's moving every time I hear her sing.
It is one of the great honors of my life to write and play for Lady Azolla Nightgold. It's moving every time I hear her sing.
Written By Evander
May 25, 2019, 11:57 p.m.(3/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I had occasion to attend the Princess Reese's book party. I must admit, it was more than worth hauling myself out from the Kay for: she had bookshelf after bookshelf of useful tomes, which she was handing out for free. I'm sure this will keep me busy for at least a couple of weeks while I go through them. Some of them reference points of history I'm aware of, providing another perspective to an event, and some are wholly new to me, yet both are equally welcome in wealth.
I look forward to seeing the Princess Reese's library. From all accounts it's very extensive and well worth the visit.
I look forward to seeing the Princess Reese's library. From all accounts it's very extensive and well worth the visit.
Written By Miranda
May 25, 2019, 8:57 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
I find myself struggling for something to say, something to write.
Some thought to allow me to put pen to paper.
Alas, I have come up empty.
... Must be a joke there, but I'm too tired to figure it out.
Some thought to allow me to put pen to paper.
Alas, I have come up empty.
... Must be a joke there, but I'm too tired to figure it out.
Written By Gabriella
May 25, 2019, 7:41 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
My brother, Lyonis, writes all the time. Even in the gardens. He's always been so frail and... Well, bookish. I love books. He makes it na obsession. I do wonder what I will learn from him next, though. Perhaps he will find a book to stop a war or bring back the dead. That wouldd be something, certainly.
Written By Jael
May 25, 2019, 7:02 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Don't be so hard on yourself, Uncle.
Written By Evaristo
May 25, 2019, 6:15 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Lady Jennyva called me 'wise' today. That was a first!
Glad to see her back in Arx - we met at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings, like that first time we met. So much to talk about.
Glad to see her back in Arx - we met at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings, like that first time we met. So much to talk about.
Written By Elisha
May 25, 2019, 6:15 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
Dust attracts dust.
A cocoon of spun gold
Holds the slow barge of the moon.
The cold of hoarfrosted echoes.
Haze attracts haze.
At either end of the river's edge
The silence is terminated.
A spell calls forth favorable winds.
Leaf attracts leaf.
The bitterchew gentles my soul
Like a pack of dogs gentle a newborn fawn.
Every wound is also an eye.
(scribbled in a fainter, less-steady hand:) Begged a fat pouch from a skinny man and now can't find a seller. Not in the alley, not in the knock or the park or the scent. Rich for once and no one to take my coin, mildewed canvas tarpaulins remind me of cloaks and flap like the shadow of the mirrormask Falak'a'sib, Eye of the Prophet who opens like a lily a fist a leaf
A cocoon of spun gold
Holds the slow barge of the moon.
The cold of hoarfrosted echoes.
Haze attracts haze.
At either end of the river's edge
The silence is terminated.
A spell calls forth favorable winds.
Leaf attracts leaf.
The bitterchew gentles my soul
Like a pack of dogs gentle a newborn fawn.
Every wound is also an eye.
(scribbled in a fainter, less-steady hand:) Begged a fat pouch from a skinny man and now can't find a seller. Not in the alley, not in the knock or the park or the scent. Rich for once and no one to take my coin, mildewed canvas tarpaulins remind me of cloaks and flap like the shadow of the mirrormask Falak'a'sib, Eye of the Prophet who opens like a lily a fist a leaf
Written By Brianna
May 25, 2019, 5:05 p.m.(3/2/1011 AR)
My heart is a dead, shriveled thing.
My heart grew legs and is walking about somewhere far away.
My heart is fine.
My heart grew legs and is walking about somewhere far away.
My heart is fine.
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