Written By Elgana
April 15, 2018, 9:39 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Prince Barric generously gave me the hour of time he won with my sister so that I might do her hair in preparation for the day she will be spending in a lovely gown thanks to the bet she lost to me.
I might also need an extra set of hands, or two. I don't know how long it has been since a comb has been attempted on those lovely red tresses, but she's broken her fair share of them over the years. I do so adore a good challenge.
I might also need an extra set of hands, or two. I don't know how long it has been since a comb has been attempted on those lovely red tresses, but she's broken her fair share of them over the years. I do so adore a good challenge.
Written By Alexis
April 15, 2018, 9:29 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I heard that the Legate of Concepts and several other high-ranking people went on a pilgrimage of sorts through the Oathlands. It makes me me proud - we have ever been the heartlands of the faith, and from what I hear, the trip was successful and brought people together, too.
Curious about the Seraph of Sanctum's proclamations, though.
Curious about the Seraph of Sanctum's proclamations, though.
Written By Alexis
April 15, 2018, 9:27 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
There's something comforting about the heat of a forge, be it blazing at your back, or glaring at your front. The rhythm of the metal as you coax out what the steel before you wishes to be. That's when I truly find peace. That's where I lose myself.
And I'll continue hammering steel for as long as I'm able.
And I'll continue hammering steel for as long as I'm able.
Written By Alexis
April 15, 2018, 9:25 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
The Marquessa has tasked myself and Lady Desiree with finding the means and the people to refill the ranks of the Wyrmguard armies after the battle at Setarco. I'm given to understand the sheer number of people and the money involved in outfitting them is quite... Large.
Another part of moving beyond just being a warrior, I guess.
Another part of moving beyond just being a warrior, I guess.
Written By Sunniva
April 15, 2018, 9:21 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I have most recently been pleasantly surprised by a recent dinner we had with the Marquis and Marquessa Mazetti. It pleases me that the disagreements of our ancestors can be set aside in pursuit of bettering relations and finding common ground. We are after all living breathing beings with the same needs. I look forward to when we dine again.
Written By Titania
April 15, 2018, 9:15 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Things are starting to get tuff, its starting to get hard to move about I no longer walk, I waddle. I am not so tired anymore but its more a restlessness now I want to be out moving and doing things but even that I find hard. It is both tiring and exciting!
Written By Peri
April 15, 2018, 9:11 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I am indebted to the support that my liege has shown my House and the faith both the Marquessa and Marquis have shown in me while my father has been taking care of matters in Pearlspire. The Marquis brokered to get allow us temporary use of the Deepwood fleet to patrol our waters, and I think with their investment, we will have a chance to be even more useful as a naval presence than before if I continue pouring funds into the effort. I will not disappoint.
Written By Peri
April 15, 2018, 9:03 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Emily
Too bad I'm so stubborn. Don't worry, I will let you take me to all the scary places in the woods to get my heart racing too.
Written By Signe
April 15, 2018, 8:44 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Tempest has reached the stage of his growth that everything must be tasted and chewed on. Thus far I have lost another pair of slippers (who cares?), a leather pouch, my winter cloak, some beatiful fur floor rugs in the main hall of manor which I will need to replace and a pair of leather trousers that do not belong to me.
To all those who reside in the Nightgold manor please remember to lock your doors! Tempest has learned how to push them open to take what he wants. There.
Now Tempest cannot be blamed for forgetful minds.
To all those who reside in the Nightgold manor please remember to lock your doors! Tempest has learned how to push them open to take what he wants. There.
Now Tempest cannot be blamed for forgetful minds.
Written By Sebastian
April 15, 2018, 8:43 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I learned many things in my time as Voice for Pravus. Among them, that I prefer to be a quieter voice than a loud one, and that what martial training that I received ill prepares one for the realities of war. I feel that I honored my House with my duty. I hope that they feel the same. I am also grateful for the generosity of my Duchess to allow me to step back into a less public role.
Written By Jaerith
April 15, 2018, 8:38 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I have begun putting the wages of the sailors I lost at Setaraco into a fund to pay to the families left behind. Thanks to Norwood and my Auntie, I have also begun planning on going on and meeting with the families personally to give them their first payment. Count Kael seems to be onboard, so we may do a joint venture for both our infantry and our naval sections.
Written By Peri
April 15, 2018, 8:11 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I've been trying to keep myself busy ever since my talk with my brother. It's easier that way. I've been busy checking on the ship construction, buying up lots of writs for a project, though I haven't really been talking to anyone about it. I'm still figuring out the particulars. Speaking of which...well, kind of!
Father is back from Pearlspire already. He seems to be in a much better mood and he brought Kalani with him! Both of them forgot Orli though. Naturally.
Anyways, the Marquessa was there, so I ran my vague ideas past her to the end that we grow the fleet (because fleets need money!) and she pointed me in some good directions. Been thinking on it and I have better ideas coming I think.
Father is back from Pearlspire already. He seems to be in a much better mood and he brought Kalani with him! Both of them forgot Orli though. Naturally.
Anyways, the Marquessa was there, so I ran my vague ideas past her to the end that we grow the fleet (because fleets need money!) and she pointed me in some good directions. Been thinking on it and I have better ideas coming I think.
Written By Orathy
April 15, 2018, 7:55 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
To all dem people who be fuckin sore in the arse bout me writings...
Itzal be right aye? I be a sad fucker who be havin a rough upbringing. The lot of ya wouldn't be fuckin understandin watchin yer family dying from starving and sickness that no one were interested in fixin. I were a lad when it happened. I watched 'em suffer for workin themselves sick and hungry, tryin to scrape by for a copper.
Aye, I ain't mad bout the clinic, I be fuckin mad ya all weren't there some fuckin decade or two ago, and that now ya want some fuckin pat on the back for doin it now eh? Where the fuck were ya all those years ago eh?
Aye, so I be getting help from Mustache, who be givin me some hope to do somethin about it. A casino, to be runnin. Money be goin to funnel down to my people. Ain't no Princess or Silk be holdin onto the silver nether.
The casino? Aye. Called Crossroads Casino. It be in the Upper Boroughs. Reckon there be some poker to be played there soon, for the grand fuckin openin. Ensure yer fuckin pants don't get twisted 'n come to gamble 'n win shit. Like other people's money.
Itzal be right aye? I be a sad fucker who be havin a rough upbringing. The lot of ya wouldn't be fuckin understandin watchin yer family dying from starving and sickness that no one were interested in fixin. I were a lad when it happened. I watched 'em suffer for workin themselves sick and hungry, tryin to scrape by for a copper.
Aye, I ain't mad bout the clinic, I be fuckin mad ya all weren't there some fuckin decade or two ago, and that now ya want some fuckin pat on the back for doin it now eh? Where the fuck were ya all those years ago eh?
Aye, so I be getting help from Mustache, who be givin me some hope to do somethin about it. A casino, to be runnin. Money be goin to funnel down to my people. Ain't no Princess or Silk be holdin onto the silver nether.
The casino? Aye. Called Crossroads Casino. It be in the Upper Boroughs. Reckon there be some poker to be played there soon, for the grand fuckin openin. Ensure yer fuckin pants don't get twisted 'n come to gamble 'n win shit. Like other people's money.
Written By Emily
April 15, 2018, 7:55 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Peri
We do not have fins, we are not meant to swim. I have decided this may be my next argument to keep from having to learn how to tread water.
Sorry Peri.
Sorry Peri.
Written By Katarina
April 15, 2018, 7:52 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I would like to thank the people who contacted me today, you are very much appreciated for sending me your warm thoughts and feelings.
I would like to announce , here for all to witness, that I will be taking some time to contemplate and devote service to Limerance. I will not discuss any overtures towards courtship or marriage until my time of reflection is over.
I would like to announce , here for all to witness, that I will be taking some time to contemplate and devote service to Limerance. I will not discuss any overtures towards courtship or marriage until my time of reflection is over.
Written By Catalana
April 15, 2018, 7:49 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I don't remember being this weak the first time. All I want to do is sleep but writing gives me some sort of solace.
But one can only read for so long I would think. Being bed bound is not enjoyable. I don't recommend it. But I have a healthy, beautiful baby show to show for it and that is more important than my pains.
Little Rayne, try not to let your father drive you too crazy...he does it out of love. Cerilla...be a good big sister while mommy is resting.
But one can only read for so long I would think. Being bed bound is not enjoyable. I don't recommend it. But I have a healthy, beautiful baby show to show for it and that is more important than my pains.
Little Rayne, try not to let your father drive you too crazy...he does it out of love. Cerilla...be a good big sister while mommy is resting.
Written By Victus
April 15, 2018, 7:38 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
I don't know dick about fashion, but this jacket courtesy of Juliana Pravus is one of the best damn things I've ever owned. The belt, even the belt fucking stabs and cuts things!
Goddamn, no night of butterflies and lemon cake compares to the kind of excitement these creations brings. And they're just clothes. Just absolutely perfect clothes!
YES DAMN IT I'M WRITING ABOUT LIKING CLOTHING.
Goddamn, no night of butterflies and lemon cake compares to the kind of excitement these creations brings. And they're just clothes. Just absolutely perfect clothes!
YES DAMN IT I'M WRITING ABOUT LIKING CLOTHING.
Written By Michael
April 15, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
The silent auction for Knights of Solace seemed to be a huge success. Time with the knights went for a premium, with Thena taking in a ridiculous amount of silver. I bid on two copies of the same healing book and ended up with both.
Written By Gabriel
April 15, 2018, 7:15 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
Marquessa Samantha recently negotiated on behalf of House Bisland and I am pleased with the results. Duchess Iona and I fostered her from a young age and I am honored to have been able to see her blossom into the woman in which she has. She is like a daughter to me and I am very proud of her.
Written By Shae
April 15, 2018, 7:10 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I'm home again.
I'm staring at the life I left behind and it's like it belonged to someone else, the clothing, the jewelry, the odd-bits of memory-trinkets, the weaponry. I took my bow, something to my hair up, the dagger my mother gave me, and the clothing on my back when I left for the woods. Only once did I think of returning and then news delayed me for several months; I stayed in the wild to grieve among the trees.
But I'm home again. I'm cleaning out my rooms. I'm me and yet I'm not the me I was. It's been a year in the woods, eat, sleep, hunt, eat, sleep, the pack that keeps you warm and you follow, eat, sleep, hunt-
The Now of the hound, the wolf, nothing past today... I am not ready to leave that behind.
I'm staring at the life I left behind and it's like it belonged to someone else, the clothing, the jewelry, the odd-bits of memory-trinkets, the weaponry. I took my bow, something to my hair up, the dagger my mother gave me, and the clothing on my back when I left for the woods. Only once did I think of returning and then news delayed me for several months; I stayed in the wild to grieve among the trees.
But I'm home again. I'm cleaning out my rooms. I'm me and yet I'm not the me I was. It's been a year in the woods, eat, sleep, hunt, eat, sleep, the pack that keeps you warm and you follow, eat, sleep, hunt-
The Now of the hound, the wolf, nothing past today... I am not ready to leave that behind.
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