Written By Tikva
March 2, 2018, 2:26 p.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tomwell
I have received the greatest potato of my life.
Written By Thesarin
March 2, 2018, 1:37 p.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Once there was a girl who was called Sparrow, of the Redcrows, and she lived in a village with her people. She sang and spoke with sweet music, which is why she was called Sparrow.
One day, when she was weaving baskets in the river, she saw a man from the Greenwoods tribe standing at the bank. So she pulled her knife, because their people and hers were at war, but he said stop! I have not come to hurt you. Our elders have talked with yours, and there can be a peace between us.
Sparrow was glad to hear this, but she did not lower her knife. She said, then why have you come sneaking through the woods to talk to me alone at the river?
The man from the Greenwoods sighed and he said, it is because Wildfire is in the woods with his warriors, and until he returns to the lands of the Greenwoods, he is still their War Chief, and he does not want peace. The man from the Greenwoods said, Wildfire wants to fight your War Chief, who is called Egret, and beat her in battle, and cut off her head, and tie it to his saddle, and take her name and deeds to his own, so he will be the man who killed Egret in battle. The man from the Greenwoods said, you must flee, for Wildfire is coming, and he will leave ash and death behind him, so you must flee, and keep fleeing, until Wildfire turns around, and returns to the Greenwoods, and there can be peace between us.
And Sparrow said, no, this cannot be. If we flee our villages, and Wildfire burns our homes and takes our herds, then the Redcrows will not let there be peace. We will make Greenwood suffer as we have suffered, and there cannot be peace between our peoples.
So the man of the Greenwoods was saddened, but he only said, then I am sorry, but still, you must flee, for Wildfire is coming to make orphans and leave ash and death behind him. And he went back into the woods.
Sparrow left the stream, and ran back to her village. She found the warriors who had stayed there, and she said, go into the forest. Find Egret, and tell her that Wildfire is coming. Go out and return in strength. And Sparrow went through the village, to open every door, and build a great bonfire, and slaughter the best picks from their herds, and set them to roast.
And so Wildfire and his warriors came in the night, with Wildfire and his Blood Warriors at their head. They had bones in their hair, and paint on their faces, and Marks of their battles from waist to neck in ink and scars. Seasoned warriors, and killers without mercy. And Sparrow went out to meet them, with her hair down over her face, and dropped to her knees. She said to him, is it true you are the War Chief to the Greenwoods, Orphan-Maker and River-Wolf, the mighty Wildfire who leaves ash and death behind him.
Wildfire swelled his chest, and laughed, and sad that it was so, and he was here to kill the warriors and make orphans of their children, to burn the village to ash, and to take their herds, and piss in their fires.
So Sparrow said, the warriors are all gone, out with Egret, and the herders and farmers and basket-makers who remain have left every door open, and made a great fire, and slaughtered the picks of their herd, and if the Greenwoods would stay their blades until the roast was finished, they could have a fine feast with sweet ciders, and not only dust and ash in their mouths.
Since there was no battle worth singing of, Wildfire and his warriors dismounted, and went to the fire, and waited for the roast. While they sat, Sparrow sang to them, and gave them fruits and nuts from the woods, and strong ciders to quench their thirsts. And when the roast was finished, the Greenwoods ate their fill and more, and they laughed and sang and drank deeper, and they danced around the fire, and fell asleep under the stars and in the homes or the beds of the Redcrows.
And when the morning came, Wildfire was among the last to wake, and he woke to the smell of roasting fruits over the embers of the fire. Sparrow said to him, good morning, mighty Wildfire, we have begun to prepare your breakfast, and the children are out gathering fruit. So instead of killing the villagers, the Greenwoods ate well, and drank deep, and when night came they danced and sang, and so it was for three days and three nights, until Egret and her warriors came toward the village. And so the Greenwoods strapped on their armors, and gathered their weapons, and made ready to fight, and Sparrow went to one of the children of the village, and said go to Egret, and tell her to let the Greenwoods return safely to their lands, for they are our guests and I will not see them come to harm.
Wildfire heard her speak, and he said, I am not a guest. I have come a conqueror, and been given a conqueror's due. And I will fight Egret, and beat her in battle, and cut off her head, and tie it to my saddle, and take her name and deeds to my own, so I will be the man who killed Egret in battle.
And Sparrow said, oh! What sort of manners are these! You came to find a bonfire in your honor, and every door open to you; not one man or woman of the Redcrows denied you anything, or raised a hand in violence. We brought you our finest meats and sweetest ciders, we treated you as most honored guests for three days and three nights. Now we give you free and safe passage back to your lands, and instead you would kill our people? You and the Greenwoods will be cursed if you do this, to the sight of the Twelve and One and the old gods of the winds and waters, despised to all peoples and tribes of the Forests.
The Greenwoods stood amazed, knowing it was true. Wildfire knew he had been tricked, and he flew into a rage, taking his sword to kill Sparrow, and it took four of the Blood Warriors to hold his sword into its sheath, and drag him out of the village raging and cursing, while they thanked Sparrow for her fine hospitality and that of her people.
And so the Redcrows and the Greenwoods made peace between them, and when Sparrow was made a speaker for her people, she came to the Greenwoods as the most honored of guests, denied nothing, and given three days and four nights of their finest food, and drink, and song, and celebration.
--From the collected lore of the Grey Forest Prodigals, organized by Mia Riven, AR 1007
One day, when she was weaving baskets in the river, she saw a man from the Greenwoods tribe standing at the bank. So she pulled her knife, because their people and hers were at war, but he said stop! I have not come to hurt you. Our elders have talked with yours, and there can be a peace between us.
Sparrow was glad to hear this, but she did not lower her knife. She said, then why have you come sneaking through the woods to talk to me alone at the river?
The man from the Greenwoods sighed and he said, it is because Wildfire is in the woods with his warriors, and until he returns to the lands of the Greenwoods, he is still their War Chief, and he does not want peace. The man from the Greenwoods said, Wildfire wants to fight your War Chief, who is called Egret, and beat her in battle, and cut off her head, and tie it to his saddle, and take her name and deeds to his own, so he will be the man who killed Egret in battle. The man from the Greenwoods said, you must flee, for Wildfire is coming, and he will leave ash and death behind him, so you must flee, and keep fleeing, until Wildfire turns around, and returns to the Greenwoods, and there can be peace between us.
And Sparrow said, no, this cannot be. If we flee our villages, and Wildfire burns our homes and takes our herds, then the Redcrows will not let there be peace. We will make Greenwood suffer as we have suffered, and there cannot be peace between our peoples.
So the man of the Greenwoods was saddened, but he only said, then I am sorry, but still, you must flee, for Wildfire is coming to make orphans and leave ash and death behind him. And he went back into the woods.
Sparrow left the stream, and ran back to her village. She found the warriors who had stayed there, and she said, go into the forest. Find Egret, and tell her that Wildfire is coming. Go out and return in strength. And Sparrow went through the village, to open every door, and build a great bonfire, and slaughter the best picks from their herds, and set them to roast.
And so Wildfire and his warriors came in the night, with Wildfire and his Blood Warriors at their head. They had bones in their hair, and paint on their faces, and Marks of their battles from waist to neck in ink and scars. Seasoned warriors, and killers without mercy. And Sparrow went out to meet them, with her hair down over her face, and dropped to her knees. She said to him, is it true you are the War Chief to the Greenwoods, Orphan-Maker and River-Wolf, the mighty Wildfire who leaves ash and death behind him.
Wildfire swelled his chest, and laughed, and sad that it was so, and he was here to kill the warriors and make orphans of their children, to burn the village to ash, and to take their herds, and piss in their fires.
So Sparrow said, the warriors are all gone, out with Egret, and the herders and farmers and basket-makers who remain have left every door open, and made a great fire, and slaughtered the picks of their herd, and if the Greenwoods would stay their blades until the roast was finished, they could have a fine feast with sweet ciders, and not only dust and ash in their mouths.
Since there was no battle worth singing of, Wildfire and his warriors dismounted, and went to the fire, and waited for the roast. While they sat, Sparrow sang to them, and gave them fruits and nuts from the woods, and strong ciders to quench their thirsts. And when the roast was finished, the Greenwoods ate their fill and more, and they laughed and sang and drank deeper, and they danced around the fire, and fell asleep under the stars and in the homes or the beds of the Redcrows.
And when the morning came, Wildfire was among the last to wake, and he woke to the smell of roasting fruits over the embers of the fire. Sparrow said to him, good morning, mighty Wildfire, we have begun to prepare your breakfast, and the children are out gathering fruit. So instead of killing the villagers, the Greenwoods ate well, and drank deep, and when night came they danced and sang, and so it was for three days and three nights, until Egret and her warriors came toward the village. And so the Greenwoods strapped on their armors, and gathered their weapons, and made ready to fight, and Sparrow went to one of the children of the village, and said go to Egret, and tell her to let the Greenwoods return safely to their lands, for they are our guests and I will not see them come to harm.
Wildfire heard her speak, and he said, I am not a guest. I have come a conqueror, and been given a conqueror's due. And I will fight Egret, and beat her in battle, and cut off her head, and tie it to my saddle, and take her name and deeds to my own, so I will be the man who killed Egret in battle.
And Sparrow said, oh! What sort of manners are these! You came to find a bonfire in your honor, and every door open to you; not one man or woman of the Redcrows denied you anything, or raised a hand in violence. We brought you our finest meats and sweetest ciders, we treated you as most honored guests for three days and three nights. Now we give you free and safe passage back to your lands, and instead you would kill our people? You and the Greenwoods will be cursed if you do this, to the sight of the Twelve and One and the old gods of the winds and waters, despised to all peoples and tribes of the Forests.
The Greenwoods stood amazed, knowing it was true. Wildfire knew he had been tricked, and he flew into a rage, taking his sword to kill Sparrow, and it took four of the Blood Warriors to hold his sword into its sheath, and drag him out of the village raging and cursing, while they thanked Sparrow for her fine hospitality and that of her people.
And so the Redcrows and the Greenwoods made peace between them, and when Sparrow was made a speaker for her people, she came to the Greenwoods as the most honored of guests, denied nothing, and given three days and four nights of their finest food, and drink, and song, and celebration.
--From the collected lore of the Grey Forest Prodigals, organized by Mia Riven, AR 1007
Written By Joscelin
March 2, 2018, 1:37 p.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
....I have a what, scho- ...oh!
I um.
I.
I wouldn't say no to a flower, no. Or-... I mean, if dishes get thrown at you is your thing, that's fine, i just-
-no stop writing.
I um.
I.
I wouldn't say no to a flower, no. Or-... I mean, if dishes get thrown at you is your thing, that's fine, i just-
-no stop writing.
Written By Sophie
March 2, 2018, 12:50 p.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
To my dear little cousin and future High Lord, please pardon my taking so long to write about the blessing that was being the one to first welcome you into the world. When your father, my beloved cousin Edain, asked me to safely deliver you to the start of lambent Lagoma's beautiful cycle, I was immeasurably honored. To see you, to hold you, my heart immediately expanded with such love and tenderness -- love and tenderness I've felt for you since you were a seed of hope yet to be planted.
Know that I will always do whatever I can to see you blossom and flourish.
Know that I will always do whatever I can to see you blossom and flourish.
Written By Calaudrin
March 2, 2018, 12:16 p.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
He's a little short by my standards, but whatever floats your boat.
Written By Reese
March 2, 2018, 12:08 p.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Prince Luca is a wonderful person and a wonderful husband. Yes he is very very hot, but he is much more than such and it does him a disservice to focus mostly on his sexiness and objectify him on that basis. He is a remarkable person. He is one of the best fighters in Compact, but he is also one of the bravest fighters in Compact who frequently puts his life in danger. He regularly trains those of compact for battle, using his own time and resources. He trains for free and he trains across classes and houses. He is easy to be around and has many friends for a reason. So many feel good and comfortable around him and it not just because he looks so good when oiled up. Luca fights a lot of duels with grace and honor, win or lose. That makes him more of a true champion than someone who always to win. He makes for a very good friend and very good company. Those are no small things in this dark world. There are many sexy men out there and few in Compact have the attention that Luca has for such. It is because his sexiness goes deeper. There is a warmth to his soul. A life to his eyes and so many drawn to him.
Written By Agatha
March 2, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Wait. Does this mean that if I want to become one of your favorite people I need to get you to throw dishes at me?
I was thinking of bringing you a daisy or something, but I suppose I could stand there and say stupid things.
I've been told I'm very good at stupid.
*mutter* No, I'm not sure how you spell HAH scholar.
I was thinking of bringing you a daisy or something, but I suppose I could stand there and say stupid things.
I've been told I'm very good at stupid.
*mutter* No, I'm not sure how you spell HAH scholar.
Written By Mirari
March 2, 2018, 11:48 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Confidant.
Written By Luca
March 2, 2018, 11:32 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Returned the thing. It makes me wonder -- although, I'd like to drink myself into a proper stupor so that I can quit with this inner reflection bullshit -- if that's all I am. All I'm good for. All I'm seen as. Is that what the lot of you think when you see me? Just that. Nothing past it. A handful of jokes. Pretty, shaggy-haired, lazy-lazy-lazy Prince. Good with a bottle and a blade. Maybe it's true. Maybe it's not. Sweet gods, and you wonder why I'm so bored all the time. You wonder why I drink. Maybe I need to take up a new sharded occupation.
... Anyone need a jester?
... Anyone need a jester?
Written By Cadenza
March 2, 2018, 11:02 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
A couple of more last hurrahs with friends...and then I'll be off to do my job for this war. Needless to say I'm worried for the first time in my life about something. Normally I'm ready to go diving off into the unknown with reckless abandon but....now I actually have a few people that care about where I go and all that stuff. It's kind of...strange but nice. If I make it back home, I'll have make some decisions as to what to do next or where to go.
Written By Cassima
March 2, 2018, 10:03 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
I am pleased and honored to announce that we raised over 330K in silver and writs during last night's auction.
I cannot begin to thank all of those who attended and who donated so generously. These funds will go a very long way to assist Islanders most harshly impacted by this war. When the time comes for relief, we will stand ready to provide. For those who may be interested, I have included the lots and their winners:
* A stygian and iridescite garland accented with diamond and Grimhall Sea Glass seashells to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax
* 'Constance', a painting by King Alaric Grayson IV to Master Derovai Voss
* A pair of misty aqua ice silk skippers with embroidered sea drops and a misty aqua ice silk dress with a hammered champagne silver corset adornment to Lord Arik Halfshav
* An ocean blue button up ice silk shirt with starfishes embroidered on the collar, a black ice silk jacket with buttons embossed with little starfish, a stylish pair of black ice silk lace up pants, and a pair of black ice silk calf boots with multiple buckles to Princess Cadenza Velenoza
* A Rare Book, "Lord Oster and the Thrall" to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax
* A slender pair of rubicund hairpins adorned with emerald and Escuma Tortoise Shell dolphins to Archlector Madeleine of Mangata
* A silver and Maelstrom Green Coral cameo brooch depicting the Mourning Isles to Master Caspian Wild
Thank you, generous people of Arx!
I cannot begin to thank all of those who attended and who donated so generously. These funds will go a very long way to assist Islanders most harshly impacted by this war. When the time comes for relief, we will stand ready to provide. For those who may be interested, I have included the lots and their winners:
* A stygian and iridescite garland accented with diamond and Grimhall Sea Glass seashells to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax
* 'Constance', a painting by King Alaric Grayson IV to Master Derovai Voss
* A pair of misty aqua ice silk skippers with embroidered sea drops and a misty aqua ice silk dress with a hammered champagne silver corset adornment to Lord Arik Halfshav
* An ocean blue button up ice silk shirt with starfishes embroidered on the collar, a black ice silk jacket with buttons embossed with little starfish, a stylish pair of black ice silk lace up pants, and a pair of black ice silk calf boots with multiple buckles to Princess Cadenza Velenoza
* A Rare Book, "Lord Oster and the Thrall" to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax
* A slender pair of rubicund hairpins adorned with emerald and Escuma Tortoise Shell dolphins to Archlector Madeleine of Mangata
* A silver and Maelstrom Green Coral cameo brooch depicting the Mourning Isles to Master Caspian Wild
Thank you, generous people of Arx!
Written By Luca
March 2, 2018, 9:30 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
[ As dictated to a Scholar: ]
Unintelligible muttering followed up by a couple of made up words. A long pause. A drink. More muttering. A string of very creative curses.
Unintelligible muttering followed up by a couple of made up words. A long pause. A drink. More muttering. A string of very creative curses.
Written By Cadenza
March 2, 2018, 9:19 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
I had so much fun at your auction!!! It was a blast!! Glad I was able to contribute to your cause as well as get something amazing!
Written By Estil
March 2, 2018, 9:10 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Finally made time to visit with my siblings since coming back. Regla was dyspeptic as usual, surly, and prone to fits and outbursts. I will have to keep an eye on her; she thinks she can carry the entire family on her shoulders without help, as if that were her actual duty. Turo was sunny, like a break in the clouds when he swooped in with his loud voice and bone-cracking hug. It is good to be back among them. Currently prepping my thumbs to be jabbed into as many pies as possible.
Written By Cadenza
March 2, 2018, 9:09 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
I just got the special plushie for the auction.....I really love it!!
I want one.
I want one.
Written By Jacque
March 2, 2018, 8:59 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
When you're married to someone with an interesting byname, you have to be very vigilant if you happen to spar with her.
Written By Thorley
March 2, 2018, 8:06 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Violet
Couldn't be prouder of you, Violet. All the faith in Arx in your skill and abilities!
Written By Felix
March 2, 2018, 7:10 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saya
At least put a 'please' on there. Rubies run on the expensive side of things, after all - and it takes a little sweet talking sometimes to get...
No, Scholar, I don't mean it like... fine.
I look forward to seeing the end result of your work.
No, Scholar, I don't mean it like... fine.
I look forward to seeing the end result of your work.
Written By Felix
March 2, 2018, 7:08 a.m.(4/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
At this point, I can only imagine that they are giving you as much as you can handle. Gifts and wealth beyond measure, each one a small present wrapped in personality. Just don't try to kill her scissors like I did.
Written By Sina
March 2, 2018, 3:50 a.m.(4/14/1008 AR)
I have been spending a lot of time on the beach lately, collecting seashells for my sculpture. I am glad that spring has arrived. The balmy weather, the scent of the salt sea, the wind in my hair... it almost lifts my spirits. Almost.
One meets the most interesting people on the beach. I had chance to meet a scoundrel and a magpie, a fellow inquisitive mind, and a bold iron guard. I wonder what other sorts of people I might run across in my morning wanderings. I find myself drawn to the beach lately, in my free time, which is blessed little these days with the Princess not in residence. It falls to me to keep the household in order while she is away. So these precious moments on the beach are all the more precious, for they are mine.
One meets the most interesting people on the beach. I had chance to meet a scoundrel and a magpie, a fellow inquisitive mind, and a bold iron guard. I wonder what other sorts of people I might run across in my morning wanderings. I find myself drawn to the beach lately, in my free time, which is blessed little these days with the Princess not in residence. It falls to me to keep the household in order while she is away. So these precious moments on the beach are all the more precious, for they are mine.
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