Written By Gregory
May 19, 2019, 6:37 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
I feel as though I have settled into a routine here in Arx; which is not to say that it is a bad thing, but I need to be wary of limiting my social circles to the same people. It does not help that I have a dislike of crowds, trying to have a conversation in a crowded room makes it far too easy for me to get distracted. To anyone reading this who I don't know, come and say hello, have a cup of tea, and chat.
Written By Gregory
May 19, 2019, 6:33 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
I have been working on my teaching technique recently. As much as I joke about my standard teaching technique being to hit students over the head with a ironbound book of Vellichor while shouting "Wrong", I am aware that teaching takes all manner of skills, from the ability to speak in a way that conveys information, to understanding your student and their motivations, to knowing the material you are teaching. I think I may have finally managed to understand how to be a good teacher.
Written By Edward
May 19, 2019, 6:32 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
Working with the new Duke has been a great pleasure, I look forward to more opportunities to do so.
Written By Gregory
May 19, 2019, 6:32 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
I have been working on my teaching technique recently. As much as I joke about my standard teaching technique being to hit students over the head with a ironbound book of Vellichor while shouting "Wrong", I am aware that teaching takes all manner of skills, from the ability to speak in a way that conveys information, to understanding your student and their motivations, to knowing the material you are teaching.
Written By Thea
May 19, 2019, 4:32 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
All this paperwork---This must be what it feels like to be my brothers.
Written By Nurie
May 19, 2019, 3:46 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
My project continues to consume almost all the rest of my spare time. Even when I close my eyes, sometimes all I can see are glittering threads and beads, and have nightmares of crooked stitches. Or of fire. I think it was perhaps good to start this in the dead of winter, with so few things to call out to the senses, warm summer sun and the scent of fresh flowers, and the desire to chase butterflies and watch the dance of light upon the water. Sometimes I still visit the koi ponds, and it's hard to resist the temptation to touch my fingertips to the ice, to cool and numb them. Sometimes when inspiration hits, I even forget my thimble, which I always regret later.
It is too easy to forget to eat or to sleep. Not out of despair but out of wonder. Wanting to get just a little further down the path. Just one more inch, one more knot, one more thread. But I don't wish to be dull. And there are other things that call to me to explore and attend to. But I've decided, just a few more days and then I can step out of my shell a bit. Dance a little, in a gown that steals my breath just looking at it hanging in my room. Walk the snow-quiet streets a little, for a whispered tale or three. And time with friends and beloved ones. That most of all.
But always, in my mind, it's still there. A tapestry that draws me towards my work as if I myself was one of its threads.
It is too easy to forget to eat or to sleep. Not out of despair but out of wonder. Wanting to get just a little further down the path. Just one more inch, one more knot, one more thread. But I don't wish to be dull. And there are other things that call to me to explore and attend to. But I've decided, just a few more days and then I can step out of my shell a bit. Dance a little, in a gown that steals my breath just looking at it hanging in my room. Walk the snow-quiet streets a little, for a whispered tale or three. And time with friends and beloved ones. That most of all.
But always, in my mind, it's still there. A tapestry that draws me towards my work as if I myself was one of its threads.
Written By Valencia
May 19, 2019, 3:36 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
As much as I adore the passionate surge and sensual delights that come with love, especially new love, I must admit it is truly a joy to see people that are in quiet simple love that endures.
No loud or public declarations needed. Their passion and love need no audience. They have transcend such things. Just a simple quiet sense that they are for each other and it doesn't matter what the world thinks or does, what trails befall them, or who tries to come between. They are one. Forever and always.
It is a rare love. One to be admired and respected. One to aspire to.
Perhaps I am more of a romantic than I should be, but I like the idea of this.
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No loud or public declarations needed. Their passion and love need no audience. They have transcend such things. Just a simple quiet sense that they are for each other and it doesn't matter what the world thinks or does, what trails befall them, or who tries to come between. They are one. Forever and always.
It is a rare love. One to be admired and respected. One to aspire to.
Perhaps I am more of a romantic than I should be, but I like the idea of this.
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Written By Jeffeth
May 19, 2019, 1:13 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
I am a journeyman singer, I sing a lot on the roads. So I took lessons and tried to play the lute a little bit so that my songs on the road would be a little more pleasant to those around me, traveling with me. I will never be as good as those in the Bard's College. If one of them were to express confusion as to why I tried singing without being a singer I would be... Well that would be too bad.
To express distaste that someone is trying to take up any field of skills simply because you are of a higher degree of skill is unfortunate. And to say one would have the ability to tell if someone is willing to take a life simply by a spar or a words. When the shield wall goes down, when enemies charge, you never known what someone is capable of. I have seen hard men and women, very skilled in combat break down and flee. I have seen incompetent, untrained individuals, when the moment came to it, who had ice in their veins.
With that said, I hope most who learn how to wield a weapon, are never put in the situation where they have to take a life.
To express distaste that someone is trying to take up any field of skills simply because you are of a higher degree of skill is unfortunate. And to say one would have the ability to tell if someone is willing to take a life simply by a spar or a words. When the shield wall goes down, when enemies charge, you never known what someone is capable of. I have seen hard men and women, very skilled in combat break down and flee. I have seen incompetent, untrained individuals, when the moment came to it, who had ice in their veins.
With that said, I hope most who learn how to wield a weapon, are never put in the situation where they have to take a life.
Written By Henrick
May 19, 2019, 12:59 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ronja
A younger member of the Blades, and apparently a seafarer. She seems to like drinkin', too.
Written By Sudara
May 19, 2019, 12:45 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
It seems that the Black Fox is a truly terrible place to go if one desires a spell of quiet contemplation over a goblet of something pleasant. In contrast, it seems to sometimes serve as Arx's premiere venue for chance encounters with hitherto-unmet Lycenes and affiliates, and for the discovery of startling connections and friendships of which one - or this reclusive author, at the least - had previously been wholly unsuspecting. I am not sure that I have the capacity to cope more than occasionally with the social whirl that tends to erupt shortly after the first two patrons arrive in the establishment, but pushing myself to more frequently brave the Fox's maelstrom of arrivals and departures does seem as if it would be worthwhile. Certainly, each of my past few visits there has yielded some intriguing new contacts: whose life would not be enriched by the addition of scholarly princes or songstress knights?
Written By Domonico
May 19, 2019, 12:22 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Corbit
Lord Corbit plays a cunning game. I'll have to bear that in mind next time I face him.
Written By Ouida
May 19, 2019, 12:17 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
<Note: Despite the time of the writing being in winter, there is an impression of a pressed and wilted flower, brushed with ink and then pressed to the page.>
Hope is born of sorrow and suffering, more often than not. For who can cherish the brightness greater than one who has stared into the dark. I wonder sometimes if the spotless amongst us can appreciate a washing clean as much as someone whose hands have been covered in blood or worse, and if those eyes who have never stung with tears of pain can hold as precious those stings of joy.
Sometimes hope is grand, hearing thousands of voices lifted in song or cheers or defiant shouts. Sometimes it is seeing the next sunrise, so beautiful, though all around you is ash and blood, and to know that you still live and can perhaps dare to hope to live just one day more.
Other times it is more humble. Humbling. A child's giggle as you braid her hair into an Oathlands knot for the first time. A tankard of ale shared as you describe your favorite place to be in your domain, and watch the wonder and pride in another's face as they tell you of theirs. People who are content and trusting enough to simply and quietly walk beside you, as travelers and new friends. So much hope to be found, bound up in trust and love and a wiliness to give both.
Planting seeds.
A crown of grass.
Hope is born of sorrow and suffering, more often than not. For who can cherish the brightness greater than one who has stared into the dark. I wonder sometimes if the spotless amongst us can appreciate a washing clean as much as someone whose hands have been covered in blood or worse, and if those eyes who have never stung with tears of pain can hold as precious those stings of joy.
Sometimes hope is grand, hearing thousands of voices lifted in song or cheers or defiant shouts. Sometimes it is seeing the next sunrise, so beautiful, though all around you is ash and blood, and to know that you still live and can perhaps dare to hope to live just one day more.
Other times it is more humble. Humbling. A child's giggle as you braid her hair into an Oathlands knot for the first time. A tankard of ale shared as you describe your favorite place to be in your domain, and watch the wonder and pride in another's face as they tell you of theirs. People who are content and trusting enough to simply and quietly walk beside you, as travelers and new friends. So much hope to be found, bound up in trust and love and a wiliness to give both.
Planting seeds.
A crown of grass.
Written By Cambria
May 19, 2019, 11:54 a.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
A recent discovery has me wondering...
Have you ever been afraid of someone who is only there to help you?
Have you ever been afraid of someone who is only there to help you?
Written By Monique
May 19, 2019, 11:45 a.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
It is a testament to the skill of the Committee and the generosity and vision of others that this Tournament is coming together exactly as fast as it is. Mistress Rosemary and Mistress Lore are the reason all this steelsilk burns so bright a hole in my pocket (figuratively!) Their skill has been essential!
I wept, before the Gala, when I had to give away those splendid cloaks. I can feel the tears well up when I stare at the dragonweep and star iron for the Tournament of Thorns. So much beauty. It's terrible to think about being parted with it.
I'm getting maudlin in my old age.
I wept, before the Gala, when I had to give away those splendid cloaks. I can feel the tears well up when I stare at the dragonweep and star iron for the Tournament of Thorns. So much beauty. It's terrible to think about being parted with it.
I'm getting maudlin in my old age.
Written By Evonleigh
May 19, 2019, 10:42 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
I have recently returned from a journey of exploration and it's already time to pack for another. To think I spent most of my adult life on the road until two years ago (I know a couple people may be chuckling, as that isn't all that long in their eyes and experience, but to me it's a long time!). I find now that I'm traveling again, I missed it. Speaking with new people, seeing new places every day -- there really is no more exciting life, even if at times it's tiring and arduous, and other times, even dangerous.
I look forward to the adventures that lie ahead, though for at least a few more weeks, I'll enjoy sleeping in my own warm bed.
I look forward to the adventures that lie ahead, though for at least a few more weeks, I'll enjoy sleeping in my own warm bed.
Written By Evaristo
May 19, 2019, 8:18 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
New exciting projects in the works. Lady Peri Seliki has some things brewing. I'll be sailing a lot in the near future.
And there's a plan for a Festival of Death.
And there's a plan for a Festival of Death.
Written By Ishmael
May 19, 2019, 5:43 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ysabel
Baroness Ysabel has provided me with ample tasks to keep me busy in the city. It seems I am going to need a larger bag.
Written By Morgan
May 19, 2019, 5:19 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Peri
I dream of a future when all are free to bellow as they wish, no longer shackled by the oppression of silence. My cousin is helping make this happen, I couldn't be more proud!
Written By Ajax
May 19, 2019, 5:14 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Meesha
Welcome back, lass.
We'll get you sorted eventually here.
We'll get you sorted eventually here.
Written By Talwyn
May 19, 2019, 5:12 a.m.(2/17/1011 AR)
I have never much cared for the winter. Not the cold nor the snow, nor the bare trees nor the songbirds leaving for warmer climes. I recall, quite fondly, wintering in Gemecitta when I was younger and escaping the bitter chill.
Perhaps I only had to discover winter's joys to see it in a different perspective - the delight of a warm drink and roaring fire when coming in from outdoors, the tingling of nose and cheeks from the kiss of an icy wind thawing out with lyre and the best company.
Yes, I think I have come to appreciate winter.
Perhaps I only had to discover winter's joys to see it in a different perspective - the delight of a warm drink and roaring fire when coming in from outdoors, the tingling of nose and cheeks from the kiss of an icy wind thawing out with lyre and the best company.
Yes, I think I have come to appreciate winter.
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