Written By Thena
March 30, 2019, 6:48 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Written By Amari
March 30, 2019, 5:07 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Written By Joscelin
March 30, 2019, 4:22 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Well done, cousin. This feels like a flashback from when you and Ianthe would get into trouble and I'd have a guard or a merchant or a ruffian or someone knocking on our doors to tell me where to find you -this- time.
It's actually rather wonderful.
Written By Mayir
March 30, 2019, 3:18 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Perronne
If she thinks it's a good idea, it's a good idea. So sign me up.
Sure, it's a lot of money. But what's the point of making a lot of money if you can't use it to make EVEN MORE money with your best partner ever?
Written By Jace
March 30, 2019, 2:49 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Written By Gwenna
March 30, 2019, 2 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Written By Reigna
March 30, 2019, 1:09 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Each day is a gift, full of potential, of what-ifs and could-bes. The gods create a forest of paths for us to walk, each choice a testament to the lessons we have learned, the hopes in our hearts and the measure of our intentions.
Written By Fecundo
March 30, 2019, 12:34 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Isidora
Written By Dante
March 30, 2019, 11:46 a.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Must be a member of Oathlands, Crownlands or Lyceum lineage. Your House must be in possession of proof of aforementioned lineage. Must be a war horse (stallion preferred). Must be as driven, brave and energetic as I am. Must be intelligent. Must be ready for commitment. Cat horse-person preferred.
Written By Dante
March 30, 2019, 11:38 a.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Granted, it'll take me quite a while before I can play anything remotely enjoyable for anyone's ear, but journey and destination and all that.
Written By Valenzo
March 30, 2019, 10:43 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Why in the world would a customer be expected to show generosity? Sir Jeffeth had other options, and plenty of them. He did Josephine a favor by choosing to take his business to her, and it was in her interest to provide the best deal she could accomodate.
When their haggling hit a wall and Josephine refused to go lower, that really should have been the end of it, but the implication that someone else could offer a better deal wounded Josephine's incredibly delicate pride and here we all are.
Written By Dion
March 30, 2019, 9:54 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
Just as a word of warning about the misplaced pants; they're probably cursed. Which is why I don't plan on offering a reward for their return. That and I have no silver to my name, because of the cursed pants (it's a long story). So, please, whatever you do, don't return them to me. They're so comfortable I'd surely wear them again, even knowing that their malevolent nature and corrupting influence would lead to further misfortune.
Written By Willow
March 30, 2019, 9:07 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
Written By Tescelina
March 30, 2019, 9 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
You must let me know what you think as well, yes.
Written By Lisebet
March 30, 2019, 8:07 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
It seems to me this will need many hands, to build farms, storage facilities, small roads, security, ways to get the crops to sale, and protection from bandits, as well as physicians to assist in day to day life. And yes, physicians also in case there are bandit attacks, which hopefully there won't be. I am quite positive i am missing many things in this journal entry, given I do not know a lot about all these areas.
But I know people who do.
I am going to get them to work together and it will all work out.
A thank you to Prince Niklas for believing in our activity at this early phase. We appreciate the confidence in Ashford, and will not let you down.
Written By Perronne
March 30, 2019, 8:02 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
I love markets at all times of the day, I admit - they're loud and boisterous and filled with colors and smells and the sizzle of cooking meat from the food stalls and the shout of hawkers and the music of buskers on corners, and it's just beautiful! But mornings are best. When the produce is being just offloaded from the wagons, and the vegetables are at their most crisp, and the meat is being hung before the sun has a chance to get to it, and the live food is still sleepy and only squawks gently in protest. The air is heavy with POTENTIAL. And that's beyond beautiful. It's exciting and delightful.
I remember when I used to rent stalls at local markets, and how lovely it was to stand amidst my peers and compete and chat and complain all at once. Although I don't miss many parts of my days as a peddler, I do miss the sense of camaraderie, and the excitement of trying to draw customers and entice them into buying.
Written By Beatrice
March 30, 2019, 7:52 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
My plea eternal to the scholars, delivered with humble thanks for doing vital work that I do not: gather more economic histories. We have a wealth, pun intended, of information left to rot with the bookkeepers. Lives are sketched in ledgers. Numbers can change the world.
I have authorized release of historical Nilanzan records as a modest contribution toward this goal, and we will be applying better preservation standards to them for the future.
Written By Jennyva
March 30, 2019, 5:37 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
Must be a member of Valardin, Thrax, or Redrain fealty. Your House must be in ~need~ of a capable diplomat and/or Minister of Concerns/Loyalties. Must be a night owl ((European timezone preferable)). Must be as driven, motivated, and proactive as I am. Must be intelligent. Must be ready for commitment. Dog person preferred.
Written By Athaur
March 30, 2019, 5:13 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaya
Written By Leta
March 30, 2019, 5:05 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)
But then I'd be a Highness now, and Gods know I'd hate it. That's not to say it wouldn't have been worth it. It would've, even if only for a little while. Even if only because it would've made her happy for a little while. But Gods know I'd hate it now. Imagine that. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. As things are I already don't, but I think I wouldn't know what to do with myself even more.
I won't win this time. I don't expect I'll even come as close as I did then. Truth is I wouldn't know what to ask for anyway, not really. And wouldn't that be an insult? Won this whole thing and I don't even know what to ask for, your Majesty, beg your pardon.
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