Written By Lys
Nov. 8, 2018, 5:10 a.m.(12/14/1009 AR)
I dreamt... I dreamt of delicious hand pies, glistening with honey and sugar. Smelling sumptuous and sweet, but when I bit into them the taste of copper filled my mouth, and the pies turned to squishy rot in my hands.
Written By Helia
Nov. 8, 2018, 4:37 a.m.(12/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
Not always.
Written By Helena
Nov. 8, 2018, 2:41 a.m.(12/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Elgana
Happiest of birthdays to my sister and a thousand thank yous for my birthday presents as well. Each was beautifully crafted and lovingly chosen by someone who knows my heart through and through. The best present of course is to be treasured every day -- that you are my sister and someone I can look up and whisper my secrets to and tease and praise all at the same time.
Written By Sparte
Nov. 8, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(12/14/1009 AR)
It appears that I am in need of a ghost writer. Who in all of Arx cares to write love poetry for me?
Written By Cambria
Nov. 7, 2018, 6:13 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
There is always a dare in the eye of bold children, an arrogance that comes with the flush of youth coupled with the ignorance of how hard the world actually is. Those the world breaks lose that look.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 7, 2018, 4:31 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
My pen has scribed a thousand lines today, and none of them more meaningful than the scraps of paper and sketches that permeate a book that will end up consigned to a basket. Possibly a bin, precious as paper is. Vellichor teaches us not to burn the scraps of the past, though giving rise to flowers is another matter entirely.
The wanderings of ink poured out in their plentitude maintain a certain viable link to remind me where I have been, my intent for the moment, and where I mean to go. Those flashes of insight committed to paper hold a greater permanence than those painted on the air by a choice advance of words, or plucked and pulled in a conversation with no real force of action behind them.
Two pairs of hands shape the possibility that I raised a couple weeks ago, something to break the doldrums of the winter. Breathing life through mist and shadow, now the illuminating contour and the heights give such a sense of hope, a call of possibility. Provided the pieces come together, it may well be something to remember.
Not an easy thing to pull off by any means, either, but in the crafting and refining process for the event, I have the very best of help. Experienced guidance to launch me into hopefully not falling flat upon my face. The latter would be rather unfortunate after all the effort put into mastering nuances.
Simplification will be an ongoing struggle to keep the activities approachable and straightforward. I'd like anyone who might be interested in participating to feel as though they can do so, which means an ongoing matter of reflection to cut everything like a jewel. Little chips and polishing up create something truly beautiful and memorable.
All this is going to be splendid... And exhausting.
The wanderings of ink poured out in their plentitude maintain a certain viable link to remind me where I have been, my intent for the moment, and where I mean to go. Those flashes of insight committed to paper hold a greater permanence than those painted on the air by a choice advance of words, or plucked and pulled in a conversation with no real force of action behind them.
Two pairs of hands shape the possibility that I raised a couple weeks ago, something to break the doldrums of the winter. Breathing life through mist and shadow, now the illuminating contour and the heights give such a sense of hope, a call of possibility. Provided the pieces come together, it may well be something to remember.
Not an easy thing to pull off by any means, either, but in the crafting and refining process for the event, I have the very best of help. Experienced guidance to launch me into hopefully not falling flat upon my face. The latter would be rather unfortunate after all the effort put into mastering nuances.
Simplification will be an ongoing struggle to keep the activities approachable and straightforward. I'd like anyone who might be interested in participating to feel as though they can do so, which means an ongoing matter of reflection to cut everything like a jewel. Little chips and polishing up create something truly beautiful and memorable.
All this is going to be splendid... And exhausting.
Written By Thena
Nov. 7, 2018, 2:46 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
No. Not all of them are willing.
And some are but think they are doing the right thing, or the safe thing, or the best thing.
But any bargain with the Abyss is a bad one.
And some are but think they are doing the right thing, or the safe thing, or the best thing.
But any bargain with the Abyss is a bad one.
Written By Vanora
Nov. 7, 2018, 2:01 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lore
Oh my apologies! I did not realize that the entry we were discussing referred to thirteen kingdoms of Eurus. I thought the author was speaking of Eurus as one of thirteen other kingdoms.
I'll read with more precision before commenting I'm sure. Thank you for pointing out the error.
I'll read with more precision before commenting I'm sure. Thank you for pointing out the error.
Written By Harlex
Nov. 7, 2018, 1:58 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Violet
We didn't have ranks in the Dead Crows.
There was Captain Nazares and his man, Lieutenant Dvorak. Leaders of squads would be appointed based on the operation.
It was informal. But then, we were an informal bunch. Far more interested in the work than the structure.
Colonel Harlex Valtyr. It sounds so strange.
But thank you for your faith in me. I'll wear it proudly. I will continue to not let you down.
There was Captain Nazares and his man, Lieutenant Dvorak. Leaders of squads would be appointed based on the operation.
It was informal. But then, we were an informal bunch. Far more interested in the work than the structure.
Colonel Harlex Valtyr. It sounds so strange.
But thank you for your faith in me. I'll wear it proudly. I will continue to not let you down.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 7, 2018, 1:37 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lore
There must be something pleasant about the kingdoms of Eurus, for all the people I've met from there have been utterly delightful! While I have heard strange tales, there is surely something redeeming about the place for it brought my sister her wonderful husband and I know there are others that have come to Arx from there who are generous and kind people. So, while on the surface it may seem a strange place to those of us who were not born there, I think there must be hidden depths to it that are fantastic and inspiring to produce such lovely people.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 7, 2018, 4:43 a.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
I remember you.
I remember you not as others do, backlit by candlelight, creature of fire and shadow, a captivation conjured by wine and the manipulations of music and clever tailoring. You made them dance to your laughter, contort to the subtlest crook of your smallest finger. You made them whisper when you turned away, tongues tingling with the scandal of your life. They loved you for it, for the fire and the shadows.
I remember you not as they do, for your warmth or your distance. Not as he did, for your tempest or your loyalty. You were their storm, and their eye as well.
No. I remember you. I remember your silences and the looks you would sometimes cast over your shoulder. The blood on your bitten lip a ward against what you wouldn't say, the ink turned to jelly in its pot a bar to what you wouldn't write. Complicated woman. What a ruin you tried to make of the world. Of them. Of us.
Me.
I remember you and I've captured you in marble. No more fire, no more shadows. Let it be a cool peace, deep as your legacy. Deep as legend.
I remember you not as others do, backlit by candlelight, creature of fire and shadow, a captivation conjured by wine and the manipulations of music and clever tailoring. You made them dance to your laughter, contort to the subtlest crook of your smallest finger. You made them whisper when you turned away, tongues tingling with the scandal of your life. They loved you for it, for the fire and the shadows.
I remember you not as they do, for your warmth or your distance. Not as he did, for your tempest or your loyalty. You were their storm, and their eye as well.
No. I remember you. I remember your silences and the looks you would sometimes cast over your shoulder. The blood on your bitten lip a ward against what you wouldn't say, the ink turned to jelly in its pot a bar to what you wouldn't write. Complicated woman. What a ruin you tried to make of the world. Of them. Of us.
Me.
I remember you and I've captured you in marble. No more fire, no more shadows. Let it be a cool peace, deep as your legacy. Deep as legend.
Written By Shard
Nov. 7, 2018, 12:55 a.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
Some likely were, some likely weren't. I doubt it much matters to him who comes willingly or not, who comes knowing the truth and who comes because they listened to his lies out of fear and anger at the Compact and a desire for protection or revenge. Certainly not what happens to them after. He's been haunting the wild lands and the Abandoned tribes for a very, very, very long time.
Written By Miranda
Nov. 6, 2018, 9:23 p.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Faruq
Thank you
Written By Miranda
Nov. 6, 2018, 9:22 p.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
No doubt you think you had a hand it in it, eh, Cousin?
... Seriously, though. Thank you!
... Seriously, though. Thank you!
Written By Lore
Nov. 6, 2018, 8:50 p.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
There is nothing, -nothing- pleasant about any kingdom of Eurus. And if that thirteenth kingdom does exist? It will be a kingdom of nightmares, not dreams. Please, for the love of everything you hold dear, do -not- try to romanticize Eurus in any way. That is how people die. Or worse.
Written By Ardee
Nov. 6, 2018, 8:22 p.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
I had a rather interesting night last night. It turns out if you're looking for an adventure in drinking, The Spirits is the place to find it. Who doesn't enjoy watching the occasional display of debauchery?
Written By Helia
Nov. 6, 2018, 6:25 p.m.(12/11/1009 AR)
I didn't die. Somehow I'm alive.
Nine will have to stay with me a while longer, it seems. Weirdly, she's been following me around since I returned. I only sleep when my body and mind give out in exhaustion, but when I wake up drenched in sweat after another nightmare, there she is on the pillow right next to my face. She still gives me the same look of mild contempt, but it's good to know she's with me. If not for her I might have turned to the booze for comfort, and I don't want that. I feel that if I allow myself to seek answers at the bottom of a bottle, I might be searching forever.
I was fortunate to come out of the battle unscathed, but most of that luck was made by others -- those who stood, and those who fell. Without them, the outcome would have been quite different, and I doubt I would be here writing this. It was my honour to do my small part by standing beside them and fighting for them.
This is one of those situations in life that requires a dexterity with words -- some degree of acuity and delicacy that I can only wield when I have a sword in my hand. But I'm a fighter, not a wordsmith, so I'll leave others to speak more eloquently where I cannot.
Nine will have to stay with me a while longer, it seems. Weirdly, she's been following me around since I returned. I only sleep when my body and mind give out in exhaustion, but when I wake up drenched in sweat after another nightmare, there she is on the pillow right next to my face. She still gives me the same look of mild contempt, but it's good to know she's with me. If not for her I might have turned to the booze for comfort, and I don't want that. I feel that if I allow myself to seek answers at the bottom of a bottle, I might be searching forever.
I was fortunate to come out of the battle unscathed, but most of that luck was made by others -- those who stood, and those who fell. Without them, the outcome would have been quite different, and I doubt I would be here writing this. It was my honour to do my small part by standing beside them and fighting for them.
This is one of those situations in life that requires a dexterity with words -- some degree of acuity and delicacy that I can only wield when I have a sword in my hand. But I'm a fighter, not a wordsmith, so I'll leave others to speak more eloquently where I cannot.
Written By Ignacio
Nov. 6, 2018, 2:05 p.m.(12/11/1009 AR)
More and more Fidantes come to Arx. While it is an unexpected influx, I can't say I am disappointed to have so many of my family close by of late. It makes the villa feel at home even though Tor is so very far away.
Written By Ignacio
Nov. 6, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(12/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
One of the first friends I made when I came to Arx and she remains to be a close friend to this day. She has welcomed Cadenza's and my child with a gift fitting from her. I am not sure she is aware of how much it truly means to me.
Written By Forato
Nov. 6, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(12/11/1009 AR)
So many interesting people to meet. I keep finding myself in awe and affection for those who sit high on their horses. Boldly with bravado and strength. I hear tell of this activity in the eastern forests, I need to prepare myself to face such things. I need to find a teacher in survival.
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