Written By Sudara
May 5, 2019, 8:54 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
It would seem that I have of late been tardy in almost everything I attempt. Too late to provide teaching to at least one potential student (though she wrote me a lovely letter while turning down my offer of aid), too late to properly assist a research effort from the very start, and probably too late to notice other things I have forgotten. Is this the onset of 'elder' status, or merely a sign that I need to allow myself more naps, or write more notes with which to prompt myself to action?
Written By Tikva
May 5, 2019, 8:19 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
The Confessor's Laboring Song
Princess, can you look and see—
In a bush or up a tree?
Princess, Highness, off the track—
Hello, Tikva, welcome back!
Princess, Princess, riddle a rhyme
we shan’t solve them every time.
Time to hunt and time to scour
Inquisitors gather hour to hour,
Down the pub you’ll find them slack
Princess, Highness, mind the lack
ale’s just the treat to wet the whistle
before your troops are lost in the thistle.
Can’t say yes and can’t say no
Beware! the night is going slow!
Highness, Princess, our tab is long
maybe if you write us a song
we’ll gather our papers while we may
and find our riddling answers’ stray.
Is this what you had in mind?
Gentlemen, you're in a bind--
Now pick up your tankards, and bottles, too,
and we'll finish up this round for true
and then it's back to work for all of you
or no promises I won't tell Sally, too!
Princess, can you look and see—
In a bush or up a tree?
Princess, Highness, off the track—
Hello, Tikva, welcome back!
Princess, Princess, riddle a rhyme
we shan’t solve them every time.
Time to hunt and time to scour
Inquisitors gather hour to hour,
Down the pub you’ll find them slack
Princess, Highness, mind the lack
ale’s just the treat to wet the whistle
before your troops are lost in the thistle.
Can’t say yes and can’t say no
Beware! the night is going slow!
Highness, Princess, our tab is long
maybe if you write us a song
we’ll gather our papers while we may
and find our riddling answers’ stray.
Is this what you had in mind?
Gentlemen, you're in a bind--
Now pick up your tankards, and bottles, too,
and we'll finish up this round for true
and then it's back to work for all of you
or no promises I won't tell Sally, too!
Written By Edward
May 5, 2019, 7:57 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
I have been doing quite a bit of work for House Navegant lately, to further their own aspirations, and I am finding it quite fulfilling to be able to do so. Thanks to the Count for the opportunity.
Written By Khanne
May 5, 2019, 7:15 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
It is astounding how quickly one can fall so very behind on all the goings on in the city... or at least, how quickly one (me) can feel that way. A quick jaunt and back and I feel.... the equivalent of an interruption of a task. Like...
what was I even doing a moment ago?
what was I even doing a moment ago?
Written By Aureth
May 5, 2019, 6:32 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
I believe it axiomatic that the 20 foot python can sleep wherever it wants.
Written By Ida
May 5, 2019, 4:31 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
So I guess whining about being uncreative made me creative. Well, at least I hope so. We shall see what they think, at least, of the finalized sketches.
Written By Sorrel
May 5, 2019, 3:50 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
I'm starting to think that the only one who really likes the snow is Marquessa Pudding, my big white dog. She was snorfing down cookies at the tea shop earlier, and when we left to go home, she cooled off by rolling in and eating the snow. I suppose it's appropriate, since she's so big and fluffy, all that fur must get warm, but she's still a silly doggy.
Written By Valencia
May 5, 2019, 3:47 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Brigida
Charmingly clever, bold and quick-witted. Perceptive and gifted with a sharp and articulate grace. Does not seem to suffer fools gladly. And, beneath it all, very kind and wise, I think.
I must admit I am quickly growing fond of Archlector Brigida of Petrichor.
A breath of fresh air. One I hope to enjoy often.
~~~~<~<@
I must admit I am quickly growing fond of Archlector Brigida of Petrichor.
A breath of fresh air. One I hope to enjoy often.
~~~~<~<@
Written By Domonico
May 5, 2019, 2:36 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
I was musing to myself the other day and wondered am I a good man?
Is it subjective or is there something intristic that makes a person good?
I feel I do not have the wisdom for this.
Is it subjective or is there something intristic that makes a person good?
I feel I do not have the wisdom for this.
Written By Radhilde
May 5, 2019, 2:23 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
As I wear this cozy piece of warm fabric about my neck,
I remember how much I am indeed loved at this difficult season in my life.
Then news comes that makes things bright,
I look forward to the future.
I remember how much I am indeed loved at this difficult season in my life.
Then news comes that makes things bright,
I look forward to the future.
Written By Bhandn
May 5, 2019, 1:33 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
I think I am beginning to understand just why it is I've chosen to stay in Arx for an extended time. There are still so many questions, but, given the events of the past few months, and what I have learned, I've come to realize that there is a great deal I can do /here/ just as there is in providing safe passage to elsewhere.
It's curious, how I thought my oaths were meant to be uphold solely while out in travel, or in a place of sanctuary. Naivete is not a particularly comfortable thing to admit. I have Valena to thank, forever, for teaching me that my eyes were closed for a very long time. Now that I've started looking, truly looking, I start to see many things that bother me a great deal. Gods, but I wish she were here with me. She'd know what to do about it, and I'm here just trying to guess.
So many possible choices, and me unable to decide which path to walk.
It's curious, how I thought my oaths were meant to be uphold solely while out in travel, or in a place of sanctuary. Naivete is not a particularly comfortable thing to admit. I have Valena to thank, forever, for teaching me that my eyes were closed for a very long time. Now that I've started looking, truly looking, I start to see many things that bother me a great deal. Gods, but I wish she were here with me. She'd know what to do about it, and I'm here just trying to guess.
So many possible choices, and me unable to decide which path to walk.
Written By Kenna
May 5, 2019, 11:26 a.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
There is so much I wish I had learned, but now I wonder if I will never learn it. Daddy was a good teacher, but I wasn't a good enough student.
Written By Calaudrin
May 5, 2019, 11:24 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
Please stop using your reports as coasters before you hand them in. This is not considered good manners.
Written By Rysen
May 5, 2019, 11:02 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
The Elder of the Spirit Walkers has entrusted me with a difficult task, yet he has not set me to it blindly. He has handed me a torch of wisdom to guide me and my muse. For a Northern Bard, it is a high honor and sacred duty, and I will do all that I can to fulfill it to the utmost.
Written By Lisebet
May 5, 2019, 10:40 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
I had occasion to have tea and ginger cake with a friend yesterday. It was lovely to catch up with Mistress Hana and learn about her adventures and activities. I suspect I seem rather boring in comparison.
Written By Brigida
May 5, 2019, 8:54 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
People who do not close the door quickly and thus let all the cold air in should be left outside in the chill, or have their knuckles rapped at the least. It is most unpleasant!
Written By Marian
May 5, 2019, 7:51 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
Winter comes to Arx. I am taking advantage of the storms to catch up on my reading in between my duties. The little ones are more engaged this year in the snow play.
Written By Jyri
May 5, 2019, 7:50 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
With winter comes a calm. The snow slows everything down, including travels on the road. But there are still refugees out there and they're worse off than ever with the biting cold, so I will be out there still - albeit at a slower pace, because snow does that to travelling.
Even so, I can not travel constantly. My duties as an Iron Guard are as important, so I trust those that we have hired to do their work along the road more than I am out there myself.
Perhaps I spread myself too thin.
I joined the Spirit Walkers. It was a slow progression towards it, but when the spirits talk in plain speach, one does best to listen.
Even so, I can not travel constantly. My duties as an Iron Guard are as important, so I trust those that we have hired to do their work along the road more than I am out there myself.
Perhaps I spread myself too thin.
I joined the Spirit Walkers. It was a slow progression towards it, but when the spirits talk in plain speach, one does best to listen.
Written By Ida
May 5, 2019, 7:19 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
Sometimes, the inspiration doesn't come. The sketch is close, the colors ones I think will be pleasing, but the story I want to tell with the metal falls short. That one thread that starts me on a path of creation frays and I wonder what the oaths and steel I'm even doing. Or maybe it is that these two things I am working on are of such importance to me, I'm my own worst enemy on the artistic side. Whatever it is, it's frustrating and I may go punch things for awhile to see if that might help.
Written By Selene
May 5, 2019, 1:58 a.m.(1/17/1011 AR)
No greater gift could be possible than the one I have received tonight.
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