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Written By Furio

May 29, 2020, 9:32 p.m.(5/18/1013 AR)

Heard some animals got loose, maybe its time to take out that old rope, boots, and hat.

Written By Ida

May 29, 2020, 8:10 p.m.(5/18/1013 AR)

I've yet to manage making one of the Sip and Spars, which seems a shame since sparring has been a favorite activity of mine. If time permits, I think I'm going to try to make the upcoming one and see if I've still got a bit of the old one-two in me. I'll also bring a few nails, for party tricks. I suspect at least one person will find this awesome!

Written By Ravna

May 29, 2020, 2:49 p.m.(5/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirene

People don't know, no, the true glory of battle isn't the dicks like myself that fuck the enemy with our big sticks, and big dicks, and spears, and knives, it's not the murder, or how many lives - we take.

But how many, you know, people like you, that set bone and sew skin, that really bring the glory home. You, who bring corpses back to men. Corpsemen? But you know, with life. Hearts. Real hearts, not false hearts.

Also...you know...for having the balls, man or woman, to chase those lost in the frenzy from your tents, to put shaky hands to work, and take the piss out of those big dicks around you when real work needs'a get done.

So, to you, Miss BigDickPissTakerSkinSewerBoneSetterShavSlicer, I drink to-tonight, this night, right now even, because you brought those back to me who are me. To me.

Besides, y-you can't drink on the job, I can. Hahahaha.

** SCHOLAR NOTE: This was apparently meant for Eirene, not Etienne. However we have left both posts for...memory, and only add that it is often Mister Ravna Culler is very, very...very, very, very, drunk, while having Us write for him. So for posterity not posts will remain so. **

Written By Strozza

May 29, 2020, 11:36 a.m.(5/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

We keep missing one another. We need to have tea or brandy. At your Hart, or please visit the Manor - we will show you the gardens.

Written By Clara

May 29, 2020, 10:56 a.m.(5/18/1013 AR)

Betrothal - Lord Llyr Nightgold to be Lord Llyr Crovane


Thank you all for your well wishes in our engagement. Your support will give us strength in the years to come. We hope that our union will not only make ourselves happy but will bring joy and strength to our people. Once again, thank you.

Written By Rorik

May 29, 2020, 10:41 a.m.(5/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Azova

Today I learned that putting medicinal rosemary oil on food like fried potatoes or using it to dip bread into only SOUNDS like a delicious idea.

I wasn't seriously going to eat the ointment. It smelled terrible and tasted like those overbearing peppermints that you find underneath the sofa after grandmother's come to visit.

Written By Azova

May 29, 2020, 10:32 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

Porter, Rorik - Please just stay away from each other's faces. You do not want to undo the work I did, and waste all that medicine right? RIGHT? Good, thank you.

Written By Iseulet

May 29, 2020, 9:55 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

Cats are also great listeners. Sometimes you just want to be able to complain about something or someone and not get told you're over reacting. Just a simple meow will do.

Have I also mentioned how cats commit early in a relationship? When a cat comes meowing at your door, the cat has entirely adopted you. There's no begging for a commitment. Cats are in it for the long run and you don't have to worry about their intentions with you.

And lastly, I suppose, yes Scholar you can stop dictating after this... Cats will stick around. No matter what. They will lay by your side and never stop loving you. Even if you think you need to push them away because you think someone else might care for them better... they've chosen you. And they will come back, even if it's in the middle of the night and curl up in bed beside you and all is back to normal in the morning. Through thick and thin and stupid decisions and bad hair days. It's you and them against the world - no matter what.

Written By Iseulet

May 29, 2020, 9:47 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

You will always know when a cat likes you or hates you. There's no guessing about it.

If he likes you, he will ignore you and occasionally come for a cuddle.

If he hates you, he will hiss and scratch at you.

When he's over it, he comes back for a snuggle and all is well again.

Humans on the other hand - especially men - are decidedly far more complicated.

Written By Iseulet

May 29, 2020, 9:13 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

I think my cats have formed a division of labor when it comes to pestering me for things.

One of them only bugs me about empty food bowls.

Another one of them only bugs me about empty water bowls.

Another one is the one in charge of waking me up.

This morning, I literally witnessed the cat that only pesters me about water bowls run and fetch the cat in charge of food bowls so *she* could give me hell about the food situation.

What's worse is when I am depressed and really slacking in my duties (woe be to me if I need to sleep in, right?) I will occasionally wake up without any cats pestering me and head downstairs to find them all in a circle appearing as if they are having a meeting.

Another is in charge of the toys. He hordes them in one of the beds and lays upon it like he's some sort of dragon and all the other cats have to bribe him with mice presents in order to be able to rent one for a while.

Written By Porter

May 29, 2020, 8:58 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Rorik

There's a Sip and Spar coming up. I'll be there. With my shirt off.

Unless someone tells me to put it back on.

In which case, yes, I will be wearing all of my clothes.

Written By Mirari

May 29, 2020, 6:12 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Benjamin

Was your ghost moving me tonight, my friend? I met someone who reminds me so much of you. Yet, he's nothing like you at all. Maybe it's that smile. Maybe it's that sense that I can be myself around him. The way I could with you... I miss you.

Written By Rorik

May 29, 2020, 12:23 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Porter

When you least expect it...

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAAAAATCH!!

Written By Porter

May 28, 2020, 11:02 p.m.(5/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Rorik

My cousin is my best friend, even if we are constantly trying to beat each other up. And he got me kicked out of the library of the Darkwater Manse.

Written By Sabella

May 28, 2020, 10:18 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)

I had the honor of participating in the wonderful event hosted by the Crafters Guild where we served food to the hungry of Arx and it was a fantastically organized affair with soup and bread and fruit and I think everyone left with a full stomach and some leftovers. I brought some little butters that had been pressed into the shape of gryphons to be given away with the rolls--and people had their choice of white or wheat--and it seemed like everyone was in good spirits despite the ordeals we're all facing, which speaks to how well Guildmaster Apollo and Brother Felix had everyone together.

I truly hope that this whirlpool situation can be solved quickly so that the hardships faced by so many aren't increased tenfold. The poor, especially the children, struggle so much as it is. We must do what we can now and after the crisis has passed to make sure that we ease that burden as much as we can.

Written By Haakon

May 28, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)

The winds of fortune are curious things, Scribe.
For most of my life, the Serpents of Thrax were my dire enemy. They hunted my people and we hunted theirs. I fought them when I could, and ran when I had to. It is true that the Abandoned tribes war upon each other often, but one thing that could unite us with a bloody rival was sighting a ship whose sails bore the serpent of Thrax.

Until Marin and the Darkness in the Deeps rose, there was nothing I loathed so much as Thrax.

Then the Tyde came, and we knelt. And we lived, where so many other fell into madness, blood, and death.

So short a time later, and the Thrax seem more like us than any other folk in all the wide world. Is that not odd? Perhaps it is, but I care not. It is simply true.

Written By Ravna

May 28, 2020, 6:50 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Etienne

People don't know, no, the true glory of battle isn't the dicks like myself that fuck the enemy with our big sticks, and big dicks, and spears, and knives, it's not the murder, or how many lives - we take.

But how many, you know, people like you, that set bone and sew skin, that really bring the glory home. You, who bring corpses back to men. Corpsemen? But you know, with life. Hearts. Real hearts, not false hearts.

Also...you know...for having the balls, man or woman, to chase those lost in the frenzy from your tents, to put shaky hands to work, and take the piss out of those big dicks around you when real work needs'a get done.

So, to you, Miss BigDickPissTakerSkinSewerBoneSetterShavSlicer, I drink to-tonight, this night, right now even, because you brought those back to me who are me. To me.

Besides, y-you can't drink on the job, I can. Hahahaha.

Written By Ravna

May 28, 2020, 6:45 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Nice. Nifty. Pleasures. Jubilant? Euphoric? Historic. Pleasing. Teasing? Grand! Certainly, probably. Grand, it is, then to be seen, noticed, granted such glorious place in your memory, personally, yes.

So, o-one this one time, I was, like, captured in a tavern with the door held guard by this stone-thing. Now, hear me out now, I-I don't have the word to describe the thing at the door save 'stone like' and pretty sure it wanted to murder me at some point, right? Right.

So, anyways, like, I-I don't reeeaaally remember the entire plot to that story, but the memory is kinda hazy, but, but hear me out meow, I made that thing laugh so hard the stone split and tell to pieces, dig? Surely but positively, damn thing probably, maybe, didn't want to murder me so much. Possibly.

Also there was this woman there, laughing her figurative balls off. It was nice. A good time, really really.

Written By Iseulet

May 28, 2020, 5:41 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)

My babies have forgiven me for the extended vacation and are safe and sound back home with me. All of them. Plus a few more.

I can't find the bird. I think I can guess what happened to it...

I'm sleeping better now. A bed isn't a bed unless there's so much cat hair on it that you could stuff a few throw pillows nicely with it.

Hmm. That seems like a decent business opportunity for me. I am sure nothing bad would come of cat pillows.

No, I can't even write that down without a sneeze.

Written By Drake

May 28, 2020, 5:05 p.m.(5/16/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Shae

Though I only represent myself in the matter, I want to give personal congratulations to the Fortiers for the healthy births, and for their new Barony, both. I know the new status was hard fought, and I'm glad to hear news of good health for mother and children.

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