Written By Cassima
April 17, 2018, 2:36 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I am not particularly good at jokes, and alas I have very little in the way of a traditional sense of humor for such things. But I found a note in an old book once, written in the margins, that I thought was rather clever. I shall share it here in the hopes that it might even manage to be funny, for some.
What do you call a snobbish criminal going down a set of stairs?
A condescending con descending.
What do you call a snobbish criminal going down a set of stairs?
A condescending con descending.
Written By Percephon
April 17, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I remain a prisoner of my own curiosity. I start everywhere now - no longer specific - I'm not particular anymore. I ought to be. I ought to steer my interests back into an orderly path of progress. But, the need to /know/ is what traps me. It's what causes me to wander farther - farther away - pulled and pushed and squashed flat. Spread as thin as jam on bread. As thin as thawing ice across a pond. As thin as gilt on plated gold. As thin as a dishonest person's ethics.
Written By Jordan
April 17, 2018, 1:27 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Now I'm mostly concerning myself with learning military strategy. Although some part of me wants to become a master huntsman so I can walk up to the Rangers in Ashford Keep and declare myself one of their own, and then show I can tell a poisonous berry from an edible one.
Maybe after I'm more than just a halfway decent strategist.
Maybe after I'm more than just a halfway decent strategist.
Written By Jordan
April 17, 2018, 1:25 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivia
It will happen, my Lady. Some things take their time to deliberate. With patience, Limerance makes all things clear, I'm sure.
Written By Harlan
April 17, 2018, 1:08 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivia
I am glad that my sister worries about me -- she's more worried about the fact that I am unmarried than I. I will admit that I am being...selective. Also, I am seldom thinking of it -- other matters have my attention.
Any feelings I might have about the topic or any particular person, I will not write here, however.
Any feelings I might have about the topic or any particular person, I will not write here, however.
Written By Norwood
April 17, 2018, 12:49 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Adalyn
I have thought long and hard about this, but I feel I must speak out with some words of wisdom about life that my father, a proud beekeeper, shared with me.
For one, beauty is in the eye of the bee-holder. Bee open to see it.
Bee positive, there are always those who will buzz negatively. Don't let them get into your bonnet (or hat).
Nobles I know this counts less for you, but when you marry, bee sure that your spouse will be your honey forever.
Bee sure your wife is your queen, the center of your home, and the bearer of all of your children.
These are only some of the words that I hive, and dearest Adalyn, if you read these, I do appologize in advance for any cringing you might do.
For one, beauty is in the eye of the bee-holder. Bee open to see it.
Bee positive, there are always those who will buzz negatively. Don't let them get into your bonnet (or hat).
Nobles I know this counts less for you, but when you marry, bee sure that your spouse will be your honey forever.
Bee sure your wife is your queen, the center of your home, and the bearer of all of your children.
These are only some of the words that I hive, and dearest Adalyn, if you read these, I do appologize in advance for any cringing you might do.
Written By Thena
April 17, 2018, 12:34 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
I’ll allow it.
Written By Itzal
April 17, 2018, 12:33 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Nope, no take backs. You're fighting dark reflections in that next song.
Written By Thena
April 17, 2018, 12:04 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Scholars won’t let me edit my last post so:
It would be more accurate (though less impressive) to replace ‘serve the Sentinel’s dark reflection’ with ‘be a lying liar who lies’
Sorry Itsy.
It would be more accurate (though less impressive) to replace ‘serve the Sentinel’s dark reflection’ with ‘be a lying liar who lies’
Sorry Itsy.
Written By Itzal
April 17, 2018, 11:56 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
This Faith related trip is becoming more and more interesting the more I read about it! Was there a bard present to put it into song? You could have a ballad, one about fighting Sentinel's Reflection, and a lullaby to have the little ones go to sleep inspired by Legate Orazio...
The possibilities are endless!
The possibilities are endless!
Written By Preston
April 17, 2018, 10:27 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Those that know me will know what an honour it was to meet the Seraph of Sanctum. What others may not know is that it was also an honour to meet the nobles of the Oathlands in their own lands. The last time I ventured to Sanctum was in the company of the Grandmaster of my order when I was a squire, in the company of the then-Dominus. I was unimportant, taken along to assist my Grandmaster, a favour to the Dominus that I was even there I am sure. This time I was there in my own right. Then we knew peace. Now we know war.
It was a pleasure to train the prodigals and with Oathlanders of long standing, to listen to their stories, to commiserate over losses. To welcome new brothers into the order as disciples. To get a chance to calm tensions and speak well of those who fought alongside us. I think it was well received - perhaps they simply humoured me, I do not know, that is for time to tell.
I had a chance to see the site we proposed near Sanctum for the memorial. Good solid ground, high above the water marks so the catacombs will be dry. It was a peaceful place. A place I would not mind spending eternity myself - though I know each of our souls must take our place on the wheel.
In some ways, I still think of myself as the young squire - unimportant, untested, that I must do my best to embody the Faith that raised me because I must prove myself. Perhaps this trip was a lesson that not all those things are true anymore, and that words can have an impact as great as the sword. But. I hope I do not lose that view of myself. That which makes me stride to be better, that which reminds me to be humble.
So I owe thanks to Father Orazio, to the Seraph of Sanctum, to Prince Edain and his nobles, for the trip to the Oathlands was a success. We found welcome, we found believers, we found brothers. And perhaps we found a little more of ourselves, in that home of the Faith.
It was a pleasure to train the prodigals and with Oathlanders of long standing, to listen to their stories, to commiserate over losses. To welcome new brothers into the order as disciples. To get a chance to calm tensions and speak well of those who fought alongside us. I think it was well received - perhaps they simply humoured me, I do not know, that is for time to tell.
I had a chance to see the site we proposed near Sanctum for the memorial. Good solid ground, high above the water marks so the catacombs will be dry. It was a peaceful place. A place I would not mind spending eternity myself - though I know each of our souls must take our place on the wheel.
In some ways, I still think of myself as the young squire - unimportant, untested, that I must do my best to embody the Faith that raised me because I must prove myself. Perhaps this trip was a lesson that not all those things are true anymore, and that words can have an impact as great as the sword. But. I hope I do not lose that view of myself. That which makes me stride to be better, that which reminds me to be humble.
So I owe thanks to Father Orazio, to the Seraph of Sanctum, to Prince Edain and his nobles, for the trip to the Oathlands was a success. We found welcome, we found believers, we found brothers. And perhaps we found a little more of ourselves, in that home of the Faith.
Written By Orazio
April 17, 2018, 10:14 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
In regards to the Grandmaster's reflections on the mission trip (see her journal around this date for details of reference):
Thank you...I think?
Thank you...I think?
Written By Thena
April 17, 2018, 9:55 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I suppose I should report on the trip to the Oathlands.
This was the first time Legate Orazio called on me to do something I really didn’t want to do...ride out on a diplomatic mission as the figurehead of my Order. Luckily it turned out that all I needed to do was sit on Cuddles in my fancy armor and look marginally impressive. I am not a talented rider, but Cuddles is a good horse (I think...I don’t know a lot about horses) and at least, unlike my poor cousin Aureth, I have had some experience with distance rides.
I think the part of my duties that I like the most is the opportunity to travel. Growing up, I never left Arx. Petrae’s cottage in the Gray Forest was only a couple of hours’ walk from the city. When I moved back to Arx I went on a few trade runs with Magpie but that was the extent of my travels. Our party this time around was very impressive; all the trappings of the Faith, supplies enough to support ourselves and share with those we met...camping each night was a loud and busy affair, but with just a short ride out I could be under the stars by myself in the quiet.
The Legate was truly astonishing. He could travel for hours on end without flagging, then spend /even more hours/ just talking. Gods, the number of words in that man. One day he was chatting with an outrider from Greenmarch about...well, I forget now...but he kept on for so long that I got drowsy and nearly fell off of Cuddles. Luckily Sir Aethel was riding near me and caught my elbow before I slid all the way down.
It seems like a successful mission. The Rivenshari were amenable to the Silver Order building and staffing a chapterhouse on their lands, and I very much enjoyed helping with that. I left a couple of my Knights with Prodigal roots to help get things established properly. The Seraph of Sanctum was kind, and made our stay there very pleasant and restful. Unfortunately, it was there that I discovered that someone, or someones, associated with our trip had decided to serve the Sentinel’s dark reflection.
If I ever find out who you are, I will slap your lying mouth.
This was the first time Legate Orazio called on me to do something I really didn’t want to do...ride out on a diplomatic mission as the figurehead of my Order. Luckily it turned out that all I needed to do was sit on Cuddles in my fancy armor and look marginally impressive. I am not a talented rider, but Cuddles is a good horse (I think...I don’t know a lot about horses) and at least, unlike my poor cousin Aureth, I have had some experience with distance rides.
I think the part of my duties that I like the most is the opportunity to travel. Growing up, I never left Arx. Petrae’s cottage in the Gray Forest was only a couple of hours’ walk from the city. When I moved back to Arx I went on a few trade runs with Magpie but that was the extent of my travels. Our party this time around was very impressive; all the trappings of the Faith, supplies enough to support ourselves and share with those we met...camping each night was a loud and busy affair, but with just a short ride out I could be under the stars by myself in the quiet.
The Legate was truly astonishing. He could travel for hours on end without flagging, then spend /even more hours/ just talking. Gods, the number of words in that man. One day he was chatting with an outrider from Greenmarch about...well, I forget now...but he kept on for so long that I got drowsy and nearly fell off of Cuddles. Luckily Sir Aethel was riding near me and caught my elbow before I slid all the way down.
It seems like a successful mission. The Rivenshari were amenable to the Silver Order building and staffing a chapterhouse on their lands, and I very much enjoyed helping with that. I left a couple of my Knights with Prodigal roots to help get things established properly. The Seraph of Sanctum was kind, and made our stay there very pleasant and restful. Unfortunately, it was there that I discovered that someone, or someones, associated with our trip had decided to serve the Sentinel’s dark reflection.
If I ever find out who you are, I will slap your lying mouth.
Written By Marius
April 17, 2018, 9:53 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
We owe many thanks to House Telmar for lending my sister, Lady Monique, back to us to serve as Voice when few others were available to shoulder the responsibility.
Through the magnanimity of Duke Arn Telmar, she has served her old family faithfully, and we are both happy and somewhat mournful that she is now free to fully shoulder whatever responsibilities House Telmar and the Duke has for her.
I am certain her future will reflect as well on House Telmar as it has Greenmarch.
Through the magnanimity of Duke Arn Telmar, she has served her old family faithfully, and we are both happy and somewhat mournful that she is now free to fully shoulder whatever responsibilities House Telmar and the Duke has for her.
I am certain her future will reflect as well on House Telmar as it has Greenmarch.
Written By Marius
April 17, 2018, 9:44 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margret
I know you will make me proud as the Voice of Greenmarch, cousin. Do try to take some time to yourself though with all your newfound responsibilities and upcoming plans. Too much stress is bad for you.
So the healers tell me at least, but what do they know?
So the healers tell me at least, but what do they know?
Written By Marius
April 17, 2018, 9:38 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
You may not be Voice, or wear the name any more, but you'll always be family.
There is no escaping me.
There is no escaping me.
Written By Aureth
April 17, 2018, 9:05 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
War is ephemeral, bullshit is forever?
Written By Fortunato
April 17, 2018, 8:36 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
It is my deepest and most hopeful goal to start a brawl in the whites unintentionally.
For bar fights will fade, struggling with people and horrors in alleys and war will be forgotten, but cascading fury and/or puns are forever.
The word is truly mightier than the sword. (If maybe not the flame.)
For bar fights will fade, struggling with people and horrors in alleys and war will be forgotten, but cascading fury and/or puns are forever.
The word is truly mightier than the sword. (If maybe not the flame.)
Written By Gwenna
April 17, 2018, 8:30 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I can hardly resist joining in the fray!
Why can’t you run through a camp? You can only ran, because it’s past tents.
Shout out to the people who ask what the opposite of "in" is.
The past, the present, and the future walk into a tavern… It was tense.
Why can’t you run through a camp? You can only ran, because it’s past tents.
Shout out to the people who ask what the opposite of "in" is.
The past, the present, and the future walk into a tavern… It was tense.
Written By Quenia
April 17, 2018, 8:13 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I have discovered that sometimes research can be hard, and difficult. No matter what skill you have at doing it. And, sometimes, it takes you down a path you weren't even looking for. And, it can be just as rewarding as what you were trying to find. I'm not sure when the new section of books turned up in Vellichor's stacks, but I am very glad for the new knowledge it has provided in my studies.
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