Written By Lavinia
March 9, 2018, 11:05 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jacque
Of non-alcoholic mead?
Written By Kael
March 9, 2018, 10:56 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
As much as I enjoy offering forth the hospitality of House Keaton -- and I sincerely do -- going away with our liquor bottles is not polite. At least have the decency to invite me to the party if you take some of my more rare whiskey.
Today I noticed no additional liquor missing, but rather the addition of a peculiar book. Did someone misplace a copy of The Pirate and the Spy? While we do have the Bethany Whisper series laying about, I question this being ours...
Today I noticed no additional liquor missing, but rather the addition of a peculiar book. Did someone misplace a copy of The Pirate and the Spy? While we do have the Bethany Whisper series laying about, I question this being ours...
Written By Jacque
March 9, 2018, 10:45 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Another day, another bottle.
Written By Adalyn
March 9, 2018, 10:43 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Though many have no doubt put much thought and effort into writing wills, I would say that I don't have much to leave behind except my sword and armor, which presumably would be damaged beyond repair or lost on the field of battle in the event of my demise. But my dear father slipped a few coins into my pocket yesterday as we passed in the hallway, telling me to go buy something pretty. Perhaps I will buy a pretty, new knife.
Written By Eleyna
March 9, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
A child also shouldn't be treated like garbage for being illegitimate. They did not choose to be born and therefore should not be castigated for their parents' choices. We can discuss about the political implications of these adoptions. I think that is a fair debate.
But to discuss these children as if they should be sources of shame because of their parentage and birth circumstances? To imply that they should not be celebrated because of their father's sins? Ridiculous. And I don't think that we shouldn't scorn them because they might turn to dissipation and bad choices otherwise.
I think we shouldn't scorn them because they are children.
Let me state in no uncertain terms: Welcome to the Lyceum, Aisha and Amir. I hoe you will be a credit to your House. I know you will be loved.
But to discuss these children as if they should be sources of shame because of their parentage and birth circumstances? To imply that they should not be celebrated because of their father's sins? Ridiculous. And I don't think that we shouldn't scorn them because they might turn to dissipation and bad choices otherwise.
I think we shouldn't scorn them because they are children.
Let me state in no uncertain terms: Welcome to the Lyceum, Aisha and Amir. I hoe you will be a credit to your House. I know you will be loved.
Written By Drea
March 9, 2018, 9:43 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Deceased
Written By Drea
March 9, 2018, 9:42 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Every time I enter the Stone Grove in Arx, I take it as a reminder of hope. Once there was wailing of despire and shouts of anger over its destruction, and now it's whole again. Remember, readers, of what we can accomplish when we put the negative aside and focus on achieving the positive.
Written By Mae
March 9, 2018, 9:08 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
How timely that we now see the children of a disgraced (ex) noble being brought into a Lycene house! Was in not Procella Pravus herself that was raised under the weight and scorn of her parents misdeeds? Was it not this mistreatment of a young woman that lead Procella to turn towards dark forces?
I am, of course, referencing the story of the fantastical opera recently performed by at the Blackrose Theater.
Beware scorning any Pravus' for the sins of their parents! They might end up siding with the Prodigal and taking over the Lyceum!
I am, of course, referencing the story of the fantastical opera recently performed by at the Blackrose Theater.
Beware scorning any Pravus' for the sins of their parents! They might end up siding with the Prodigal and taking over the Lyceum!
Written By Edain
March 9, 2018, 8:33 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
As a new parent let me assure you that the absorbency of silk is quite lacking.
An object lesson Prince Samuel's nannies where very amused for me to learn the hard way when I insisted we try these silk diapers this nice man in the market sold me. They in turn informed me that I had to learn to change him myself.
I have seen things.....
An object lesson Prince Samuel's nannies where very amused for me to learn the hard way when I insisted we try these silk diapers this nice man in the market sold me. They in turn informed me that I had to learn to change him myself.
I have seen things.....
Written By Norwood
March 9, 2018, 7:56 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Upon my eventual, though to be long from now I sincerely hope, death, my black journals are to be released to Duke Cristoph Laurent.
He may then share or destroy as is in the interest of the Duchy.
He may then share or destroy as is in the interest of the Duchy.
Written By Silas
March 9, 2018, 3:44 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
Due to a certain prince's journal, I had been bombarded with gifts throughout the day. I will not complain and will properly appreciate them all, even if I put on thirty pounds while doing so.
My friends and family have my sincere gratitude. It has made my week!
My friends and family have my sincere gratitude. It has made my week!
Written By Leta
March 9, 2018, 2:15 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
I sometimes think about children and such. I never thought I'd ever have any, for reasons. I've thought about adopting now and then, and that's the truth, seeing as I'm rich and all, but given my trade and certain other things, I figure I'd be leaving an orphan behind sooner than I'd like, and I don't know if I was made for being a mother anyhow. It would be a mess, that's what.
Now, I expect Scholars in times to come who read this journal can find a lot more about proper adoptions by folk with titles and such, in other journals from around the same time, if they care to read them. These are just some thoughts I've been thinking.
My father is a dyer. My mother cooks and tends to bars and such. Now, if they'd died when I was little, I don't think any Lords would have adopted me or anything, would they? Guilt and blame and such evils don't pass from parents to children, but good breeding and titles and silver spoons up one's rear surely do. And so maybe the noble bits of a Prince go to their children, even if the Prince is not a proper Prince anymore, and Lordly folk feel like that's worth saving from being common. Poor children inherit being common and poor through no fault of their own, but they haven't got the noble bits to go with, and if you can't adopt every child, you might as well adopt the special ones, I figure.
I don't rightly understand how any of this works, and if when someone's made a noble they get these noble bits stuffed in them or what, but it doesn't make much of a difference. Like I always say, I wouldn't want to be a noble on account of all the burdens that go with the silver spoon up one's rear, anyhow. Wouldn't have said no to silk diapers, mind you, as I imagine the King wore when he was a babe. Maybe steelsilk diapers, such as royal children wear in Cardia, as everyone knows.
Now, I expect Scholars in times to come who read this journal can find a lot more about proper adoptions by folk with titles and such, in other journals from around the same time, if they care to read them. These are just some thoughts I've been thinking.
My father is a dyer. My mother cooks and tends to bars and such. Now, if they'd died when I was little, I don't think any Lords would have adopted me or anything, would they? Guilt and blame and such evils don't pass from parents to children, but good breeding and titles and silver spoons up one's rear surely do. And so maybe the noble bits of a Prince go to their children, even if the Prince is not a proper Prince anymore, and Lordly folk feel like that's worth saving from being common. Poor children inherit being common and poor through no fault of their own, but they haven't got the noble bits to go with, and if you can't adopt every child, you might as well adopt the special ones, I figure.
I don't rightly understand how any of this works, and if when someone's made a noble they get these noble bits stuffed in them or what, but it doesn't make much of a difference. Like I always say, I wouldn't want to be a noble on account of all the burdens that go with the silver spoon up one's rear, anyhow. Wouldn't have said no to silk diapers, mind you, as I imagine the King wore when he was a babe. Maybe steelsilk diapers, such as royal children wear in Cardia, as everyone knows.
Written By Aiden
March 9, 2018, 2:03 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
I give permission only to open the black journal recounting my will.
All other black journals written by me, Aiden Grayson, are to remained sealed upon my death.
I am ready to march and answer the call of duty.
All other black journals written by me, Aiden Grayson, are to remained sealed upon my death.
I am ready to march and answer the call of duty.
Written By Lianne
March 9, 2018, 1:23 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
The legitimacy of the children adopted into House Pravus has been addressed by the adoption itself. They are Pravus. They are legitimate.
Written By Saoirse
March 9, 2018, 12:57 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
I don't think anyone is saying the children should be equally punished -- I think the question is more about the status of illegitimate children.
Written By Sorrel
March 9, 2018, 12:47 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
The problem with this stage of pregnancy is the crying and the cake. I guess if I'm going to put on weight, I might as well enjoy it, right? But gods above, I'm tired of crying at nothing.
Galen, this is your fault, and I love you more than life, and I'm so thrilled to be carrying your child that I'm probably going to cry again.
And (Agatha's letters please) THIS IS WHY YOU CANNOT ANNOUNCE THE PREGNANCY WITH A PROCLAMATION.
(Okay, calm soothing letters now.) I love you, but there isn't enough cake in the Thrax district for this baby. If you can't find me, I'll be at the Wyrmguard Estate eating chocolate cake.
Galen, this is your fault, and I love you more than life, and I'm so thrilled to be carrying your child that I'm probably going to cry again.
And (Agatha's letters please) THIS IS WHY YOU CANNOT ANNOUNCE THE PREGNANCY WITH A PROCLAMATION.
(Okay, calm soothing letters now.) I love you, but there isn't enough cake in the Thrax district for this baby. If you can't find me, I'll be at the Wyrmguard Estate eating chocolate cake.
Written By Mydas
March 9, 2018, 12:36 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
Excommunication was done due to Abbas' choices. They are tied to his decisions, his actions, and the consequences that followed them.
They were not the decisions or actions of his children. As they are in no way guilty of his actions, nor should they suffer punishment for them.
To have carried one's parents' shame is no badge of honour. It shouldn't have been put upon one's shoulders to begin with.
They were not the decisions or actions of his children. As they are in no way guilty of his actions, nor should they suffer punishment for them.
To have carried one's parents' shame is no badge of honour. It shouldn't have been put upon one's shoulders to begin with.
Written By Vanora
March 9, 2018, 12:10 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
As encouraged by the Scholars of Vellichor, I present my will.
I, Vanora Kennex nee Pravus bequeath the following:
*My clothing to Lady Cecilia Kennex
*My writings, notes, and other potentially useful records to Brother Driskell
*My Mirrormask to Archlector Vayne, with instructions that he keep it to remember me by for at least a year or two before handing it off to another disciple
I wish for Princess Isolde Velenosa to visit my son now and again and tell him all of the best stories about me. She may make up fictional stories if the true ones are found lackluster.
Though I do understand the Faith's mandate regarding preservation of history through our writings, my Black Journals should not be published upon my passing. Better that those who wish to remember me do so untainted by what they might read there.
When I am buried or sent out into the waves on a funeral pyre, I'd like my jewels upon my person.
Should a body not be recovered, they may be sold off or donated to any causes deemed worthy by my family.
I, Vanora Kennex nee Pravus bequeath the following:
*My clothing to Lady Cecilia Kennex
*My writings, notes, and other potentially useful records to Brother Driskell
*My Mirrormask to Archlector Vayne, with instructions that he keep it to remember me by for at least a year or two before handing it off to another disciple
I wish for Princess Isolde Velenosa to visit my son now and again and tell him all of the best stories about me. She may make up fictional stories if the true ones are found lackluster.
Though I do understand the Faith's mandate regarding preservation of history through our writings, my Black Journals should not be published upon my passing. Better that those who wish to remember me do so untainted by what they might read there.
When I am buried or sent out into the waves on a funeral pyre, I'd like my jewels upon my person.
Should a body not be recovered, they may be sold off or donated to any causes deemed worthy by my family.
Written By Emily
March 9, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
There are days I miss the quiet calm of the deep forests in Greyridge so very far away from the chaos that can be Arx. The simple echoing sound of the birdcall and filtered rays of sunlight leaving its patterns on the needled floor. Home. It sometimes calls more starkly than all the rest of the places my adventurous heart seeks.
Where the oak digs its roots so deeply that it will remain beyond the expanse of time a mortal life is expressed within. Where the earth is dark and fertile with the layers of seasons past. Where for certain I could name every angle, grove and deep well of wood without a second thought. I still can. So rich in my mind does this place remain. Deepwood was just a lesson in family blood, knowing where our grandfather had branched from to join the family of Greyridge - our mother never let us forget. It never occurred to me that Deepwood would rise again and my Home would be so far behind me - not in distance but in regards to the pace of my life.
Greyridge, though it still holds my spirit in the depths of its cathedral like forests, does not have what Arx and my House has given me. Though we came to answer the call I feel my sister and I, along with my brother in law have gained so much more than we have given. What experiences and trials I have met. What challenges have been set before me that I could not master without the call to prayer. And even then, what rekindled passion for the faith have I found faced with something more than a peaceful existence.
I could never have become this woman who I ran here to be. Seeking the adventure and chance to define myself, I have come to find a home here too. Though it's vastly different than the one of my birth; it is in those acquaintances I have come to know here that have given me a clearer view of myself; answered questions and asked far too many more in their stead. I welcome those questions for those are the ones that will ultimately lead me to where I am supposed to be.
Serene as the deepest wood - perhaps by appearance but my heart is not faint and I will dig my roots deep and reach ever for the sun.
Where the oak digs its roots so deeply that it will remain beyond the expanse of time a mortal life is expressed within. Where the earth is dark and fertile with the layers of seasons past. Where for certain I could name every angle, grove and deep well of wood without a second thought. I still can. So rich in my mind does this place remain. Deepwood was just a lesson in family blood, knowing where our grandfather had branched from to join the family of Greyridge - our mother never let us forget. It never occurred to me that Deepwood would rise again and my Home would be so far behind me - not in distance but in regards to the pace of my life.
Greyridge, though it still holds my spirit in the depths of its cathedral like forests, does not have what Arx and my House has given me. Though we came to answer the call I feel my sister and I, along with my brother in law have gained so much more than we have given. What experiences and trials I have met. What challenges have been set before me that I could not master without the call to prayer. And even then, what rekindled passion for the faith have I found faced with something more than a peaceful existence.
I could never have become this woman who I ran here to be. Seeking the adventure and chance to define myself, I have come to find a home here too. Though it's vastly different than the one of my birth; it is in those acquaintances I have come to know here that have given me a clearer view of myself; answered questions and asked far too many more in their stead. I welcome those questions for those are the ones that will ultimately lead me to where I am supposed to be.
Serene as the deepest wood - perhaps by appearance but my heart is not faint and I will dig my roots deep and reach ever for the sun.
Written By Kael
March 8, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(4/28/1008 AR)
In the event of my demise, all of my worldly belongings belong to my wife, the Countess Reigna Keaton, other than the following things in no particular order:
* Dawn's Promise goes to Duke Cristoph Laurent to hold until Lord Aeryn Squall becomes of age, and then I expect you to teach my son how to properly duel before giving it to him. The same with my armor.
* There are a number of writs that go to Lady Jael Laurent, with explicit instruction that she is to give my son a pony the day after his third birthday and a horse the day before his sixth. Always a little early or always a little late, his father is. Also making certain to vex his wife, one way or another.
* Preyfinder goes to my cousin, the Baroness Skye Blackshore. It is a humble blade, but it was a wedding gift from my wife when we were strangers. When you find your husband perhaps give it to him.
* The beautiful cufflinks that I was given from my wife go to my Aunt Margerie, to be given to her friend when the time is right.
* My well worn training blade, Scrappy, goes to my cousin Veronica. May she have the dullest and sharpest blade in House Keaton.
My black journals can be published for all to see if they care to. There is nothing of particular interest within unless irritation spurred me on. It might make for a bit of gossip and entertainment.
There are a bundle of letters in my wardrobe for my wife, my children, Lady Margerie Keaton and Sir Norwood Clement, The Laurents (each is marked separate), Lady Veronica Keaton, Lady Shae Keaton, Count Turo Navegant, Baroness Skye Blackshore, General Calypso Malvici, and Lord Jaerith Keaton. Maybe even some more.
Also. Someone give the white leathers in my wardrobe to Lord Romulius Blackshore. My cousin will appreciate them and they need no explanation.
* Dawn's Promise goes to Duke Cristoph Laurent to hold until Lord Aeryn Squall becomes of age, and then I expect you to teach my son how to properly duel before giving it to him. The same with my armor.
* There are a number of writs that go to Lady Jael Laurent, with explicit instruction that she is to give my son a pony the day after his third birthday and a horse the day before his sixth. Always a little early or always a little late, his father is. Also making certain to vex his wife, one way or another.
* Preyfinder goes to my cousin, the Baroness Skye Blackshore. It is a humble blade, but it was a wedding gift from my wife when we were strangers. When you find your husband perhaps give it to him.
* The beautiful cufflinks that I was given from my wife go to my Aunt Margerie, to be given to her friend when the time is right.
* My well worn training blade, Scrappy, goes to my cousin Veronica. May she have the dullest and sharpest blade in House Keaton.
My black journals can be published for all to see if they care to. There is nothing of particular interest within unless irritation spurred me on. It might make for a bit of gossip and entertainment.
There are a bundle of letters in my wardrobe for my wife, my children, Lady Margerie Keaton and Sir Norwood Clement, The Laurents (each is marked separate), Lady Veronica Keaton, Lady Shae Keaton, Count Turo Navegant, Baroness Skye Blackshore, General Calypso Malvici, and Lord Jaerith Keaton. Maybe even some more.
Also. Someone give the white leathers in my wardrobe to Lord Romulius Blackshore. My cousin will appreciate them and they need no explanation.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.