Written By Rymarr
June 14, 2018, 10:52 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
One of the bravest people that I know. On or off the battlefield. From big, terrible beasties that nearly kill everyone, to fighting insurmountable odds at the revered Seawatch Gate, to pie that I made. Her courage has no limits.
Also, I think she may not have a sense of taste. This may require testing.
Also, I think she may not have a sense of taste. This may require testing.
Written By Ainsley
June 14, 2018, 10:50 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
You're welcome, Cauldron!
Written By Sabella
June 14, 2018, 9:23 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
Don't worry, there's only like seventy three more things to do on our wedding checklist!
Written By Niklas
June 14, 2018, 8:44 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
One problem down.
Endless to go.
Endless to go.
Written By Calaudrin
June 14, 2018, 8:41 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
So you've resigned from your post as the Deputy Commander. When I wrote to Silas about it, he replied:
"Congratulations on your promotion!"
THANKS A LOT.
But I'm getting your desk. Did you know you had a desk?
"Congratulations on your promotion!"
THANKS A LOT.
But I'm getting your desk. Did you know you had a desk?
Written By Edain
June 14, 2018, 8:24 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
I hope this is true for you goodman. I really do. Steel yourself though, because everytime in my life I have thought, "nothing can ever hurt me worse than this so now I am indestructible" I have been proven wrong. Everytime.
Written By River
June 14, 2018, 7:49 a.m.(12/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
So The amount of arguments I have had with one frustrating, bullheaded, shameless, confident, angry, Arrogant, Loyal, and most wonderful man since my return has been absolutely staggering. How do we solve them you may ask? With flesh, and passionate words, and touching and...why so public? and I'm still bruised, and in the alley of all things? I'm desperate for him. And I hate him and love him for it.
Written By Duarte
June 14, 2018, 3:18 a.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Signe
I have had the distinct privilege of finding myself in the young shaman's company recently. Hers is an inquisitive and practical nature. She knows wisdom well beyond her years, which is not to say she is solemn - no. She has quite the sense of humor.
Written By Duarte
June 14, 2018, 3:16 a.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
Cheer up.
Written By Riagnon
June 14, 2018, 1:45 a.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
We've had a library this whole time?!
Written By Orathy
June 14, 2018, 1:37 a.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
*words appear written in drunken form*
they can take me weapons ... they can lock me away 'n throw away the key ... fuck it... they can torture me 'n I be laughin... laughin cause there ain't nothing no one can be doin to me now... that ain't already been done.
Come at me.
they can take me weapons ... they can lock me away 'n throw away the key ... fuck it... they can torture me 'n I be laughin... laughin cause there ain't nothing no one can be doin to me now... that ain't already been done.
Come at me.
Written By Ainsley
June 13, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Iron Guard-
It's with a somewhat heavy heart that I must let you know that at this time I am resigning from my post as Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard, and stepping down from Lieutenant to Officer. It has been an honor to serve the Guard in this manner, but it is time for me to focus on serving House Grayson as Voice of Bastion, and those duties will require the majority of my attention.
Yours,
Ainsley Grayson
It's with a somewhat heavy heart that I must let you know that at this time I am resigning from my post as Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard, and stepping down from Lieutenant to Officer. It has been an honor to serve the Guard in this manner, but it is time for me to focus on serving House Grayson as Voice of Bastion, and those duties will require the majority of my attention.
Yours,
Ainsley Grayson
Written By Barik
June 13, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lys
I know we haven't seen eye to eye in the past, my lady, but for the sake of one writer to the other, I'd like to address your last entry into this fabled library of Vellichor, as I found it most interesting.
Like the devourer and harvester eats away at a man's whole, I too devour- mine treat, however, is symbolism. So let me, perhaps, shine light from my perception upon this vague, thorny dream of yours. Feel no obligation to reply, this will be conducted publicly, and for a reader's desire upon the matter. Let it be known formally, however, that this is a direct correlation to Lady Lys de Lire's latest dream sequence.
You say the throne sat empty, yet could feel the overwhelming cold from these dead, yet intactly kept roses wound around its seams and ebonic foundations. You saw this throne with your own very eyes, and sat so close - so, so close in fact - that you could feel a pattern of burden emanating off of it. You could feel the possibility of a cut, of a scrape, from the thorns themselves; the emanating cold, the chilling perspectives set before you from a spectator's point. It is beautiful, that- seeing what could be, without being it. Yet, perhaps, and at the very least.
To thrones, it is often responsibility that comes to mind. To a black throne, a darker side of such responsibility- to thorn and vines that surround it whole, that binds it like a prison of pain for whosoever sits, either an even deeper instill of said burdening; of said painful responsibility or worse yet, the simple fact that such will entail certain attempts against your virtues should you ever sit upon it, or even worse. Do you carry any regrets? Do you hold onto fake truths preventing you from being who you really are? Life's a miserable concert of haphazard stanzas working in tandem with the forces of chaos, but there's truth behind the chaos- it is the beauty of it. There can be no lies in something so sublimely spontaneous as a dream.
I hope my take on the matter does nothing on the way of making you vestigial. Last I saw you you were a spirited woman, and a spirit that shines bright shines brighter in the presence of dark wings, and darker thoughts. Greatest of lucks.
Like the devourer and harvester eats away at a man's whole, I too devour- mine treat, however, is symbolism. So let me, perhaps, shine light from my perception upon this vague, thorny dream of yours. Feel no obligation to reply, this will be conducted publicly, and for a reader's desire upon the matter. Let it be known formally, however, that this is a direct correlation to Lady Lys de Lire's latest dream sequence.
You say the throne sat empty, yet could feel the overwhelming cold from these dead, yet intactly kept roses wound around its seams and ebonic foundations. You saw this throne with your own very eyes, and sat so close - so, so close in fact - that you could feel a pattern of burden emanating off of it. You could feel the possibility of a cut, of a scrape, from the thorns themselves; the emanating cold, the chilling perspectives set before you from a spectator's point. It is beautiful, that- seeing what could be, without being it. Yet, perhaps, and at the very least.
To thrones, it is often responsibility that comes to mind. To a black throne, a darker side of such responsibility- to thorn and vines that surround it whole, that binds it like a prison of pain for whosoever sits, either an even deeper instill of said burdening; of said painful responsibility or worse yet, the simple fact that such will entail certain attempts against your virtues should you ever sit upon it, or even worse. Do you carry any regrets? Do you hold onto fake truths preventing you from being who you really are? Life's a miserable concert of haphazard stanzas working in tandem with the forces of chaos, but there's truth behind the chaos- it is the beauty of it. There can be no lies in something so sublimely spontaneous as a dream.
I hope my take on the matter does nothing on the way of making you vestigial. Last I saw you you were a spirited woman, and a spirit that shines bright shines brighter in the presence of dark wings, and darker thoughts. Greatest of lucks.
Written By Lys
June 13, 2018, 11:03 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
I dreamt of a throne formed from the darkest midnight sky, it was wreathed in the thorny vines of a rose bush. The roses were a blinding white and so cold they gave off a mist that froze the breath in my lungs. The throne sat empty.
Written By Silvio
June 13, 2018, 9:43 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Tomorrow I head off for the Rubino lands, to see those estates, meet the people that I will serve and get a deeper view of the richness that is the line that I have married into. I find myself torn with longing though, for that which I leave behind. I will think often of those quiet moments on the couch, of little notes, and of the feel of your touch when you dare. Miss me while I am gone.
Written By Thorley
June 13, 2018, 8:50 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
It was good to stretch my feet and get the rust knocked off of me. Sir Norwood proved to be as much of a bear as I remember him to be. Though I know that he probably could see right through me on other things.
I will take you up on that talk when I'm ready, my friend. I still have much to sort through.
I will take you up on that talk when I'm ready, my friend. I still have much to sort through.
Written By Bliss
June 13, 2018, 8:20 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
To the Dame Talenthia Tael'Nal'Thal of the Nox'Alfar:
Congratulations on your victory in the most recent competition, and accept this public acknowledgement by me of your existence as one of the many prizes which will surely be lauded upon you. Know that if you send me two likenesses of yourself, I will keep one on display, and return the second, kissed by myself, and with my autograph scrawled across it.
To the rest of the Nox'Alfar, I expect to hear of a more lively and creative show next year. I am always pushing my boundaries and it does not do to have my fans not doing the same.
With kisses, both of steel and lips,
Bliss, the Greatest Arvani
Congratulations on your victory in the most recent competition, and accept this public acknowledgement by me of your existence as one of the many prizes which will surely be lauded upon you. Know that if you send me two likenesses of yourself, I will keep one on display, and return the second, kissed by myself, and with my autograph scrawled across it.
To the rest of the Nox'Alfar, I expect to hear of a more lively and creative show next year. I am always pushing my boundaries and it does not do to have my fans not doing the same.
With kisses, both of steel and lips,
Bliss, the Greatest Arvani
Written By Niklas
June 13, 2018, 7:04 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wylla
You have been lied to, Archlector.
My cigar was unlit, a fact to which several people can attest.
When we speak perhaps you can hear another side of this story and we can discuss the character of the person you have chosen to believe without even asking me what happened.
My cigar was unlit, a fact to which several people can attest.
When we speak perhaps you can hear another side of this story and we can discuss the character of the person you have chosen to believe without even asking me what happened.
Written By Signe
June 13, 2018, 6:46 p.m.(12/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
These do not need to be married couples for this Second Feast of the Senses event, I hope. I should have a letter posted to alerting that I will absolutely be in attendance! I just need to find a plus one as eager as I am to attend!
Written By Mydas
June 13, 2018, 5:43 p.m.(12/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Well. This is awkward.
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