Written By Monique
April 6, 2018, 1:27 p.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
Two new books have been added to the Cultural Stacks in the Gilded Page and I couldn't be more proud of the authors!
The first is "The Discerning Noble's Guide to Not Passing out at a Redrain Party: A Socialite's Tale" by the incomparable Princess Gwenna Redrain. I suspect this might be based on true events; it is sage advice.
The second is "Ten Principles of War - A pamphlet on armed warfare" and it is by none other than my handsome, talented, most wonderful husband, Lord Corban Telmar. I'm not at all biased when I say this is one of the great works of war strategy and I'm beyond proud to host it in the Gilded Page.
The first is "The Discerning Noble's Guide to Not Passing out at a Redrain Party: A Socialite's Tale" by the incomparable Princess Gwenna Redrain. I suspect this might be based on true events; it is sage advice.
The second is "Ten Principles of War - A pamphlet on armed warfare" and it is by none other than my handsome, talented, most wonderful husband, Lord Corban Telmar. I'm not at all biased when I say this is one of the great works of war strategy and I'm beyond proud to host it in the Gilded Page.
Written By Kael
April 6, 2018, 1:20 p.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
Are you looking to increase the future population, Aunt Margerie?
Written By Jan
April 6, 2018, 11:53 a.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
Been a while since I've been in the city. Flamboyant as I remember it. Witnessed a dance competition - don't understand dance but some of the music was good and the acrobatics were in some cases quite impressive. Narrowly missed witnessing a duel, which would probably have been more interesting. Hopefully.
Talk with Ford proved enjoyable. Had much to catch up on. Catalana organized family dinner. Quite informative. Been out of touch for so long. Looking forward to catching up with more family members. Possibly over drinks.
Sad about lack of steak at the family dinner.
Talk with Ford proved enjoyable. Had much to catch up on. Catalana organized family dinner. Quite informative. Been out of touch for so long. Looking forward to catching up with more family members. Possibly over drinks.
Sad about lack of steak at the family dinner.
Written By Jordan
April 6, 2018, 11:30 a.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
You're a good knight, Marquessa. There's a lot to learn from your example.
I thought I'd let you know.
I thought I'd let you know.
Written By Gwenna
April 6, 2018, 8:57 a.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
What a truly wonderful evening that allowed me to catch up a bit with some dear friends and hopefully has lead to making new ones. Sadly some House business drug me away sooner than I would have liked, but considering the august company of the evening, they surely could understand.
I have the distinct honor and pleasure of hosting the next event, which I promise to announce in the very near future.
My thanks to the always elegant and eloquent Princess Cassima Thrax as well! How very fortunate I am to call her one of my dearest friends and confidants.
I have the distinct honor and pleasure of hosting the next event, which I promise to announce in the very near future.
My thanks to the always elegant and eloquent Princess Cassima Thrax as well! How very fortunate I am to call her one of my dearest friends and confidants.
Written By Lumen
April 6, 2018, 8:46 a.m.(7/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
It's been an honor and one carried close to my heart to have been present and witness to your steadfastly forward trek.
Written By Malesh
April 6, 2018, 1:34 a.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
The boat race approaches. It was an incredible, if not exhausting, pleasure to participate last year. I eagerly look forward to winning again, with the tireless help of the greatest rowers in all the land.
Written By Derovai
April 6, 2018, 1:29 a.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jev
Dare-oh-vie. Insert obvious assessment here.
(OOC: I've heard this is the most popular headcanon, so let's go with this one.)
(OOC: I've heard this is the most popular headcanon, so let's go with this one.)
Written By Roxana
April 6, 2018, 12:11 a.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I think my sister Eirene might try to swap me. I have read between the lines of her recent communications and it seems all too obvious.
If you are reading this and I have vanished and Eirene looks too innocent when she tells you she has no idea where I am....
Find me and help me!
-Roxana
If you are reading this and I have vanished and Eirene looks too innocent when she tells you she has no idea where I am....
Find me and help me!
-Roxana
Written By Itzal
April 5, 2018, 11:32 p.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
What if you discuss the idea of people? Or the ideas of people? Or what if you discuss people's ideas of people? Or the ideas people have when people share their ideas?
The possibilities are endless.
The possibilities are endless.
Written By Wylla
April 5, 2018, 10:37 p.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
Were you the one at the ladies' night, who was talking to the Baroness? You can always donate the skirt to the Shrine of Jayus, if you feel it should be displayed! Please send it along with a courier if you'd like.
Written By Saya
April 5, 2018, 10:03 p.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
A dress is made one stitch at a time.
Fingers bleed from needle pricks.
I will make the most divine dress.
Fingers bleed from needle pricks.
I will make the most divine dress.
Written By Karadoc
April 5, 2018, 9:11 p.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
I just /know/ that I should have worn that skirt that I hastily created, Lucita. It was really fucking fashionable, too. I borrowed one of the more recently used linen tablecloths for it, and, the wine stains made quite the fetching pitter-pattern of polka-dots across it. But I left it at the Tower and completely forgot about it. Too bad, so sad. Better for me. It wouldn't be wise to raise the ire of an entire room of very powerful ladies --
Written By Dominique
April 5, 2018, 9:03 p.m.(7/2/1008 AR)
Great minds discuss ideas. Small minds discuss people.
I feel like I have a headache. I should go work this off in the training center.
I feel like I have a headache. I should go work this off in the training center.
Written By Malena
April 5, 2018, 4:24 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
I have been asked by to Work in the Lower Boroughs by the Guild master of the Physicians Guild. I accepted the offer. I will be making house calls.
Written By Margerie
April 5, 2018, 4:06 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Well. You start with one little project and then it's blankets for the whole realm!
Written By Jev
April 5, 2018, 3:16 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
My name is Jev. (Jeh-v).
How do I pronounce yours? Is it dear-o-v-eye? Durr-oh-vay? Dair-eh-vah-eye? It is a very interesting name.
How do I pronounce yours? Is it dear-o-v-eye? Durr-oh-vay? Dair-eh-vah-eye? It is a very interesting name.
Written By Norwood
April 5, 2018, 3:15 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
The mental imagine of Margerie and the type of ladies she would surround herself doing something as tame as knitting is almost inconceivable.
If they are kitting, it is clearly a front for a much more ambitious effort.
If they are kitting, it is clearly a front for a much more ambitious effort.
Written By Cassima
April 5, 2018, 3:05 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
Everything is prepared for the first of what I hope will be many "Skirt and Gown" nights. I invite all ladies of Arx of all social stations to attend. We shall have food, drinks, and light entertainment at the Ebb and Flow this evening. Hopefully we shall all come away having gotten to know each other a bit better, and having enjoyed some good times in each other's company.
My dream is that the night does go well, and next month some other lady shall host us at her home, the local Inn, by the beach, on a boat, or at any other location or activity of her choosing.
Hopefully that is not too much to dream for.
My dream is that the night does go well, and next month some other lady shall host us at her home, the local Inn, by the beach, on a boat, or at any other location or activity of her choosing.
Hopefully that is not too much to dream for.
Written By Joscelin
April 5, 2018, 2:47 p.m.(7/1/1008 AR)
[Forwarded from Setarco:]
There's a song I heard at the Inn I'm staying at. It was late and I was grabbing supper before crawling into bed. Rowdy night, but it was with great interest I observed a bard take the small stage, silence coming over the several dozen patrons in attendance.
His cords were soft, he ran his fingertips over the strings of the instrument he played and he sang with a gentle tone:
***
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, down at the Inn, down at the Inn!
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, everyone's down at the inn!
***
And I should have known things would take a turn; the musician's smile became mischievous, the energy in his hands spinning up and the crowd started to sing along:
***
My lord is a mason, a mason, a mason! Ah, such a fine mason is he!
All day, he lays bricks, he lays bricks, he lays bricks, and at night, he comes home-
***
And here I waited, held my breath because this was purported to be a -family- establishment-
***
-and drinks teeeeeeaaaa!
***
Even the children present sang along. There was laughter. The somber veil of the evening was lifted to reveal a hidden humor, joy and hope in this singular spot, show-cased in impish song. I laughed. I laughed loud, and thought of Ianthe and how she probably knew every word to this diddy.
***
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, down at the Inn, down at the Inn!
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, everyone's down at the inn!
***
Oh, and there were more verses.
***
My lady is a hostler, a hostler, a hostler! Ah, such a fine hostler is she!
All day she mounts horses, mounts horses, mounts horses,
and at night, she comes home, and-
***
-that hilarious holding of breath; everyone -knows- it's going to be safe, but they all wait with bated lungs, like maybe just this once-
***
-and drinks teeeeaa!
***
It went on and on, and since a lot of these trades are ones of Crafters, I laughed harder than most. Maybe it was just because the song was so new to me.
There was a blacksmith who banged iron.
A jeweler who blew torches.
A weaver who cocked shuttles.
A painter who stroked canvas.
And finally, -finally-, the last verse, sung slower and more measured than the others:
***
My lady's an herbalist! An herbalist, an herbalist! Ah, such a fine herbalist is she!
All day, she drinks tea, drinks tea, drinks tea,
and at night, she comes home-
***
That wait this time was full of so much mirth, giggling was rampant-
***
and goes peeeeeeeeeeee!
***
Yes. My sister would have known ever word of this song. I have no doubt.
[OOC disclaimer: I heard this song sung at an SCA event when I was a kid, it's not mine but I did make up a few of the trades and uh, their activities. Back in the day, jeweler's powered their torches with their own breath, hence the 'blowing'.]
There's a song I heard at the Inn I'm staying at. It was late and I was grabbing supper before crawling into bed. Rowdy night, but it was with great interest I observed a bard take the small stage, silence coming over the several dozen patrons in attendance.
His cords were soft, he ran his fingertips over the strings of the instrument he played and he sang with a gentle tone:
***
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, down at the Inn, down at the Inn!
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, everyone's down at the inn!
***
And I should have known things would take a turn; the musician's smile became mischievous, the energy in his hands spinning up and the crowd started to sing along:
***
My lord is a mason, a mason, a mason! Ah, such a fine mason is he!
All day, he lays bricks, he lays bricks, he lays bricks, and at night, he comes home-
***
And here I waited, held my breath because this was purported to be a -family- establishment-
***
-and drinks teeeeeeaaaa!
***
Even the children present sang along. There was laughter. The somber veil of the evening was lifted to reveal a hidden humor, joy and hope in this singular spot, show-cased in impish song. I laughed. I laughed loud, and thought of Ianthe and how she probably knew every word to this diddy.
***
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, down at the Inn, down at the Inn!
Hey, diggy-din, hey diggy-din, down at the Inn, everyone's down at the inn!
***
Oh, and there were more verses.
***
My lady is a hostler, a hostler, a hostler! Ah, such a fine hostler is she!
All day she mounts horses, mounts horses, mounts horses,
and at night, she comes home, and-
***
-that hilarious holding of breath; everyone -knows- it's going to be safe, but they all wait with bated lungs, like maybe just this once-
***
-and drinks teeeeaa!
***
It went on and on, and since a lot of these trades are ones of Crafters, I laughed harder than most. Maybe it was just because the song was so new to me.
There was a blacksmith who banged iron.
A jeweler who blew torches.
A weaver who cocked shuttles.
A painter who stroked canvas.
And finally, -finally-, the last verse, sung slower and more measured than the others:
***
My lady's an herbalist! An herbalist, an herbalist! Ah, such a fine herbalist is she!
All day, she drinks tea, drinks tea, drinks tea,
and at night, she comes home-
***
That wait this time was full of so much mirth, giggling was rampant-
***
and goes peeeeeeeeeeee!
***
Yes. My sister would have known ever word of this song. I have no doubt.
[OOC disclaimer: I heard this song sung at an SCA event when I was a kid, it's not mine but I did make up a few of the trades and uh, their activities. Back in the day, jeweler's powered their torches with their own breath, hence the 'blowing'.]
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