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.
Written By Quenia
April 17, 2018, 7:53 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
It was very lovely to visit with Lucita yesterday. I surprised her in Saik Tower to see how she was doing. I've missed her presence around Domus Igniseri, more than I ever thought. I shall deign to go see her more and more. I've even truck a bargain with her to help her with House Saik, when the time comes. I wish to see her to flourish and prosper, and her new family too. She'll find her feet, in her new role, I'm sure of it.
Written By Niklas
April 17, 2018, 6:41 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
So does this mean that a small seagull is a beagle?
I'd never have guessed, but you can't argue with math.
I'd never have guessed, but you can't argue with math.
Written By Ann
April 17, 2018, 4:59 a.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
Recently I have been called a gossip monger so I shan't let down the public any further.
Has the Compact heard the rumor about the strawberry jam?
Oh, no I shouldn't spread it.
Has the Compact heard the rumor about the strawberry jam?
Oh, no I shouldn't spread it.
Written By Saoirse
April 17, 2018, 2 a.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margret
Fortunately, we are all very good at laughing at ourselves in the Velenosa estate.
Written By Margret
April 17, 2018, 1:46 a.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
I confess I'm not very good with jokes, but I did hear something that seemed to amuse the servants at the Velenosa Estate while I was visiting the other day. Unfortunately I only heard the beginning. It went:
There once was a boy from Setarco...
I didn't hear the rest, but it must have been very funny because it earned some rather boisterous laughs.
There once was a boy from Setarco...
I didn't hear the rest, but it must have been very funny because it earned some rather boisterous laughs.
Written By Joscelin
April 17, 2018, 12:33 a.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I'm buying you a drink for that one. Well done.
Written By Reigna
April 17, 2018, 12:21 a.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
Alright. I shall throw myself into this.
Why did the Bard dislike sailing with pirates?
They kept burying his lute.
Why did the Bard dislike sailing with pirates?
They kept burying his lute.
Written By Pasquale
April 16, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
By the grace of wisdom of Marquessa Lianne, I have been appointed Minister of Warfare for House Malespero. I shall endeavor to serve with strength of will and wit, and build our forces into something to be reckoned with.
Written By Shae
April 16, 2018, 10:56 p.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
I have a joke. It's terrible?
Ever have sex while camping?
It's rutting in tents.
Ever have sex while camping?
It's rutting in tents.
Written By Shae
April 16, 2018, 10:51 p.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
I was rather worried reading your entries until you confessed yourself a 'dour sourpuss'. I'm less worried now.
Written By Sabella
April 16, 2018, 10:41 p.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
Scholar, how can I show that I like a journal entry? Can you make a note somewhere that I liked it? Or can you draw a little heart at the bottom of the entry I'm talking about? Okay, fine, just transcribe this conversation and that will do!
Written By Mae
April 16, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(7/24/1008 AR)
Oh, oh! Are we doing bad jokes? As a Harlequin, I'm duty bound to tell a bad joke.
No, no, not the best bad joke ever. That one I'm saving for Death Herself. But still, this should make Itzal sigh and rub his forehead and question if we're REALLY related.
What's blue and not very heavy?
Light blue.
What's that? You want another?
I saw a seagull today. It was huge. Almost big enough to be a D gull. But not quite big enough to be an eagle.
One more? Okay, last one. It's a little dirty.
What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup?
Anyone can roast beef.
You're welcome, Arx. You're welcome, Scholars.
No, no, not the best bad joke ever. That one I'm saving for Death Herself. But still, this should make Itzal sigh and rub his forehead and question if we're REALLY related.
What's blue and not very heavy?
Light blue.
What's that? You want another?
I saw a seagull today. It was huge. Almost big enough to be a D gull. But not quite big enough to be an eagle.
One more? Okay, last one. It's a little dirty.
What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup?
Anyone can roast beef.
You're welcome, Arx. You're welcome, Scholars.
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