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Written By Orland

July 27, 2022, 2:41 p.m.(2/2/1018 AR)

Thoughts on .... having a bounty on my head, thoughts of injuries, and war... and dependencies...

I consider we were in the right time, right place, to help House Eswynd defend their shores from attacks. I won't get into the details, there's no need. War is happening as we speak. Loyalties are challenged, beliefs are challenged, families are pitted against families. Grudges are sought out in blood.

Though, what caught me off guard - though it really shouldn't - was the voice of a Captain putting a bounty on my head amidst the fight. I was not prepared for the sudden turn of attention upon me. I had held my own up until that point. I had a choice of being skewered for a bounty of booze, not even silver, but booze for life - another insult I suppose to go along with the commentary that I was a flea - back to the choice, die or leap off their ship. I did what I could to get out of that harrowing position and I ended up breaking a leg over it. Literally, broke a leg. Never let anyone tell me to go 'break a leg' when I perform, I'll be sour with them. Breaking a leg is not enjoyable, at all, - especially when your spouse wanders off for hours after promising to fetch you something.

I mean, it's not been all that bad. In truth it's helped slow things down for me. And this is okay. Sometimes life doesn't have to be solving every big bad thing happening. Sometimes it's nice to be in the present moment. Like, just the other night, sitting with Savio watching the snow fall.

If only such moments would last longer, than a mere moment.

Written By Dacian

July 27, 2022, 2:07 p.m.(2/2/1018 AR)

The Lament of a merchant...

Sometimes the only way to get what you want is to be vicious about it. I have learned the markets here have no sympathy for the novice haggler trying to deal with these brokers, as goods sell for less than half of what they're worth on the open market. I'm unsure how any merchant makes a living in this economy, because even the sudden war inflation on goods hasn't eliminated the huge margin of loss that a merchant is taking trying to compete to make a sale. I'm not sure if it's the nobility or the other merchants that have pushed the prices far below their listed value, but it makes the work extremely hard to get into. With no other source of income but the market, I was living hand to mouth for the better part of a month.

This is why I'm looking for my own personal network of people who would need my particular services. I cannot give things away for free, but perhaps, we can partner and run a store or sail on expeditions to bring in unique items that no one else can haggle for. I do need another source of income outside Arx's volatile market.

With luck,.

DK

Written By Mabelle

July 27, 2022, 3:08 a.m.(2/1/1018 AR)

Some days... I loathe poetry.

Written By Tanith

July 26, 2022, 9:49 p.m.(2/1/1018 AR)

I have a good one for you, scholar, as relayed to me by another Harlequin:

When does a baker reveal her secret recipes?

On a knead to dough basis.

I know, I know, even Raymesin might pinch me for that one.

Written By Eirene

July 26, 2022, 4:52 p.m.(1/28/1018 AR)

Saw that ghost at the Fox again. More like -felt- that ghost again. In my MIND. So why do I keep going back there seeking more of this mystery? A locked door. A stolen key. Someone who feels like they cannot die, locked away and scratching at the door until their fingers are bloody raw.

Maybe it's my drive to -fix- shit. Ghosts, people, the Compact. I'm a healer through and through (even if I kill people to save others).

Written By Mattheu

July 25, 2022, 9:28 p.m.(1/27/1018 AR)

I know that I wasn't playing by the same rules that were stated, though Ilira Starling matched me step for step and the dance was exhilarating that to not award her with at least a diamond felt unworthy in the spirit of the challenge.

Then Sira Illuso, while the challenge felt a last moment's thought still made a face that I've never seen upon her in all of our friendly discussions of the color of the wind that it only felt similarly fitting to tie the diamond within the bow of velvet.

And while my brother might have questions, my patron did make it home in one piece. Safely, perhaps if any ask Violetta by way of over my shoulder at least until she found carriage.

Written By Raja

July 25, 2022, 5:52 p.m.(1/26/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Ravna

He taught me so much. I admit that I miss him, but I hope the winds are treating him well in his travels.

Written By Ilira

July 24, 2022, 11:17 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

Out of everyone and everything I have ever loved, my hair remains the greatest.
Auda reminded me.

Written By Cufre

July 24, 2022, 10:07 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

The cold has me spending more time in the Lowers shop lately, even when making things for the Ward shop. Yes, the new shop has its little forge, but why put the time into getting to know its particulars when I have the kiln I grew up with? The fire's not the same anyway. Nor the people.

Anyway, the work is slow-going. Working with costlier metals and stones is just like that, I guess.

Written By Cassiopeia

July 24, 2022, 9:06 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

When I was a girl, I was shown a picture of two people standing facing each other and looking down at the ground.

Drawn there, was a single number. The person on the left saw a '6' and the person on the right saw a '9'.

I was asked, who sees the correct number? The person on the left or the one on the right?

There is no correct answer to that question, only that perspective makes it so.

Just because you are right, doesn't mean I am wrong.

We'd do well to seek understanding, not just answers.

Written By Caspian

July 24, 2022, 8:58 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

i think im going to grow my hair out..

Written By Caspian

July 24, 2022, 8:55 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

The diamond dalliance was a fantastic event! a truly brilliant idea for a game! i saw things i never thought to see before.. but i will abstain from saying them here! what happens at the Dalliance... will likely be all over the whites in a few days. But not from me!

Written By Amari

July 24, 2022, 7:59 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

Why do cabbages grow as heads? I bet there's a story to that, and it's much more interesting than anything I've read during my current research work. It's become so hopeless that I've taken to apologizing to my helpers each time we venture bravely into the archives together. If we ever discover anything at all, I will have to treat them to a feast of cabbage dishes.

Written By Mailys

July 24, 2022, 7:54 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

Sometimes, you miss someone, and the regret can be uncomfortable.

Don't miss.

Written By Kiera

July 24, 2022, 7:48 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

I shared and received information with many this past week. much of was somber that i was glad to share what I could, greatful to receive what was given and reminded time and again how difficult it is to adhere to my beliefs as as scholar, how frequently i believe i know what is right and what is true, how reflexive it is for the mind to react to shut out information inconsist with my own beliefs out of fear or anger. Also, how easy it is to believe that what I intended to be. miscommunication is easy. successful communication takes patience which I often lack, but i continue to try to be open to ideas that contradict my own and the patience to communicate clearly.

Written By Lucita

July 24, 2022, 7:45 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

I do not envy you your onerous tasks, especially when expectant with child.

Written By Lucita

July 24, 2022, 7:43 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

Sometimes just slipping into a familiar building to warm up after a cold wintery walk turns into a meeting when encountering other people there.

Written By Lucita

July 24, 2022, 7:43 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)

Sometimes just slipping into a familiar building to warm up after a cold wintery walk turns into a meeting when encountering other people there.

Written By Fortunato

July 24, 2022, 5:16 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)

I meant to begin my writings on the gods with Limerance, but with the appearance of the web bound to the belltower, I must begin with something about Jayus.

Inspiration can come from many sources. I am inspired by that which I cannot comprehend perfectly. As this is nearly everything, when I leave myself open to inspiration, I can exist in a state of partial wonder. I can always be struck and struck again at the immensity of the world and that my smallness within it does not render it any less wonderful. I feel that when I set out to create a work, I do not truly set out to capture a feeling, an image, a memory. What I put down in canvas is never what I experience, and never quite what passes through my mind, or stays in my mind like a haunting. It may be an interpretation of an experience, or many experiences, or what I put down may be something inspired in more oblique ways. What I hope, when I create, is perhaps to create some catharsis for myself, and perhaps act as some small part of wonder, inspiration, 'spark' for others.

The web over the cathedral is a wonderful piece of art and also a wonderful metaphor for the complex process of inspiration that spurs art. The web is complex, light-catching, and light-changing, it begs study and understanding, but you will never fully 'encompass' everything it is, any more than a single painting can encompass every sunrise and sunset. Inspiration exists in the world. It is self-renewing. And in creating art, we aid in and add to the world's breadth of inspiration.

Written By Remus

July 24, 2022, 3:41 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)

No party is complete without unchecked fire. My eyebrows disagree.

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