Written By Corban
Feb. 27, 2018, 8:13 a.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
As we prepare for war, the Telmarch has been buoyed by the friendship and support of its sister duchies. A month ago, the Telmarines drilled with the brave soldiers of Westrock Reach under the direction of Sir Thorley. This last fortnight, they worked with the efficient men and women of Artshall under the direction of Duke Cristoph. We have learned from each other and have built both martial strength and lasting ties. I am proud to train and to fight alongside them.
Written By Elara
Feb. 27, 2018, 5:48 a.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
It has been an interesting few days since I have arrived in Arx. Many things have changed since the last time I visited and had any time to tour the city. I've been gracing the Golden Hart mostly. I find it to be a pleasant atmosphere and recently having found the hidden garden, with it's hidden treasures finding me, was a pleasant surprise.
I have a few people to speak with about tailoring commissions. And there is talk of a bazaar to be put on sometime soon where I might showcase my work. Already I have drawn up a few sketches and thoughts on pieces I would like to make. But need to consider which to go with. As it is spring now I am leaning towards summer attire.
Lord Kennex has been most gracious in helping me acclimate, setting me up in one of the bungalows for the moment. While Stormward was a city in its own right, it is nothing compared to Arx. And I've mostly kept to myself for awhile. I'm trying to change that now. It has been an interesting divergence from the rest of my life of quiet and simple existence.
I have a few people to speak with about tailoring commissions. And there is talk of a bazaar to be put on sometime soon where I might showcase my work. Already I have drawn up a few sketches and thoughts on pieces I would like to make. But need to consider which to go with. As it is spring now I am leaning towards summer attire.
Lord Kennex has been most gracious in helping me acclimate, setting me up in one of the bungalows for the moment. While Stormward was a city in its own right, it is nothing compared to Arx. And I've mostly kept to myself for awhile. I'm trying to change that now. It has been an interesting divergence from the rest of my life of quiet and simple existence.
Written By Duarte
Feb. 27, 2018, 4:14 a.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Tonight the proud citizens of Arx were introduced to a birthday celebration conducted in the true manner of Bravuran tradition!
The birthday boy (me) stood and announced that it was my birthday, making all within earshot the happy, sudden and unknowing attendees to my impromptu party, all at once!
In true Bravuran fashion, I was charged the tab at night's end.
Such a lovely tradition from a wonderful city. The jewel of Setarco!
The birthday boy (me) stood and announced that it was my birthday, making all within earshot the happy, sudden and unknowing attendees to my impromptu party, all at once!
In true Bravuran fashion, I was charged the tab at night's end.
Such a lovely tradition from a wonderful city. The jewel of Setarco!
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 27, 2018, 3:33 a.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Elyse
The unexpected kindness of strangers. Soup. Furs. Quiet and contemplation and rest.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Written By Elyse
Feb. 27, 2018, 12:45 a.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I'm further making a request of Lottie to deliver some of her spice soup, as I'm pretty sure I felt sick one day, took one inhale, and felt like I'd been reborn the very next. Also going to drop off a couple of extra furs - freshly laundered, that are extra after I replaced the bed in the loft above the shop.
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 27, 2018, 12:37 a.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
My Friend,
Tikva and I have had a son. We've named him Asharion in your honor. When he's old enough I will take him out in the forest on walks. On those walks I will tell him of the most clear-eyed, brave, and wise woman that he is named after. I will tell him of your adventures. I will tell him tales of the world outside of Arvum. I will just walk with him.
I will spend time just /being/ with him. We will not talk about all the doom the world has or will face.
I will teach him how to climb trees. I will tell him tales of the great treehouses of Ashford Forest-- and take him there one day.
I will teach him how to start a fire. How to find edible berries and mushrooms. I will teach him how to find shelter under the leaves.
I hope he will have a mind as curious and as hungry for knowledge of the world as you. And if he does... I will support it in every way I can.
I wish I had walked with you more, Aislin.
I will remember you fondly, always.
And I will raise my son to look forward to the future, but to learn from the past.
Yours,
Ainsley.
Tikva and I have had a son. We've named him Asharion in your honor. When he's old enough I will take him out in the forest on walks. On those walks I will tell him of the most clear-eyed, brave, and wise woman that he is named after. I will tell him of your adventures. I will tell him tales of the world outside of Arvum. I will just walk with him.
I will spend time just /being/ with him. We will not talk about all the doom the world has or will face.
I will teach him how to climb trees. I will tell him tales of the great treehouses of Ashford Forest-- and take him there one day.
I will teach him how to start a fire. How to find edible berries and mushrooms. I will teach him how to find shelter under the leaves.
I hope he will have a mind as curious and as hungry for knowledge of the world as you. And if he does... I will support it in every way I can.
I wish I had walked with you more, Aislin.
I will remember you fondly, always.
And I will raise my son to look forward to the future, but to learn from the past.
Yours,
Ainsley.
Written By Felicia
Feb. 27, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
I choose to place this here, where it might be read by some scant handful at best.
Just because we serve choose to serve his Majesty, to devote our lives to his protection, does not make us less than human.
It does not make us less deserving of respect or honesty. It does not excuse dealing flippantly with our emotions. Or make it less obvious when we are lied to bold-faced by one we trusted.
It doesn't make it hurt less. It doesn't make the empty words about friendship more believable, all it does is emphasise just how little true regard was held for us in the first place. And it doesn't mean it's forgiven, or forgotten. The truth of a man is in his actions, or lack thereof. They speak more loudly than all the pretty words people like to fill the space with.
We remember, who helped us when it was needed, and who twisted the knife. All the empty words in the world wont change that. All that is left is to pick up what Lagoma's wind has left, and choose a new path.
Just because we serve choose to serve his Majesty, to devote our lives to his protection, does not make us less than human.
It does not make us less deserving of respect or honesty. It does not excuse dealing flippantly with our emotions. Or make it less obvious when we are lied to bold-faced by one we trusted.
It doesn't make it hurt less. It doesn't make the empty words about friendship more believable, all it does is emphasise just how little true regard was held for us in the first place. And it doesn't mean it's forgiven, or forgotten. The truth of a man is in his actions, or lack thereof. They speak more loudly than all the pretty words people like to fill the space with.
We remember, who helped us when it was needed, and who twisted the knife. All the empty words in the world wont change that. All that is left is to pick up what Lagoma's wind has left, and choose a new path.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:51 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
My woman has a better sense of style than I, it's true. Handsome as any, she is, dashing as any hero I've ever seen. She's got a way with color and design that makes you look twice and linger there, she saunters like she knows there ain't no better thing than the swagger in those warrior's legs.
Me? I put on what she lays out so as not to embarrass her, but I tell you, it makes her an easy mark to rile her up:
I wear clothing that doesn't match just to fuck with her.
Me? I put on what she lays out so as not to embarrass her, but I tell you, it makes her an easy mark to rile her up:
I wear clothing that doesn't match just to fuck with her.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Watching these toddlers in the Arena when they don't know I'm there is an exercise in restraint. Like armed peacocks on parade half the time, and the ones that might actually be worth something on the battlefield aren't always taken seriously.
Who gives a shit if you're born in the muck or on silk sheets, beyond the walls of the city or in it, in a house or under open sky. It don't matter if you've had training your whole life or you learned it on the wing, or if you can duel with the likes of the Champions or fall on your ass like drunken fool.
When it counts, if you have the steel to look the rage that's coming in the face, still lift your weapon and not run away, you're a fighter to the bone.
That's all that matters.
Who gives a shit if you're born in the muck or on silk sheets, beyond the walls of the city or in it, in a house or under open sky. It don't matter if you've had training your whole life or you learned it on the wing, or if you can duel with the likes of the Champions or fall on your ass like drunken fool.
When it counts, if you have the steel to look the rage that's coming in the face, still lift your weapon and not run away, you're a fighter to the bone.
That's all that matters.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:46 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
There is nothing worse than being at the height of productivity and getting waylaid by a cold. I'm writing this with my own hand because the scholar couldn't understand a word I said, my head is filled with fluids and I sound like, and I quote, 'a mallard on the verge of puberty'.
So after this, I'm putting an order through to the closest inn for an ongoing twice-daily delivery of soup and tea. And I'm going to find that enormous bottle of whisky Morrighan gave me to add to said tea, until it's gone and I have to go digging for another.
Also blankets. I need more blankets. And I'm too tired to climb my stairs to my bed so I'm camping out on my divan in front of the fireplace. And Mongoose is getting cuddled to death, though she doesn't seem to mind. Beast is the third best bed-warmer I've had, all she has to do is spoon me.
-don't get your panties in a twist, scholar, I'm not going to infect you. Just write the damn thing.
So after this, I'm putting an order through to the closest inn for an ongoing twice-daily delivery of soup and tea. And I'm going to find that enormous bottle of whisky Morrighan gave me to add to said tea, until it's gone and I have to go digging for another.
Also blankets. I need more blankets. And I'm too tired to climb my stairs to my bed so I'm camping out on my divan in front of the fireplace. And Mongoose is getting cuddled to death, though she doesn't seem to mind. Beast is the third best bed-warmer I've had, all she has to do is spoon me.
-don't get your panties in a twist, scholar, I'm not going to infect you. Just write the damn thing.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:28 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
Written by Itzal Culler for wee Prince Asharion Grayson
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Finest sweets of delight,
And softest silken beds.
All given at midnight,
For Princes' resting heads.
Take flight with falcons fierce.
Or fight monsters of dread.
Their dire hearts you shall pierce.
And joy to your realm spread.
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Finest sweets of delight,
And softest silken beds.
All given at midnight,
For Princes' resting heads.
Take flight with falcons fierce.
Or fight monsters of dread.
Their dire hearts you shall pierce.
And joy to your realm spread.
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Written By Luca
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:23 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
[ Written in large, looping scrawling letters: ]
YES. I mean it.
YES. I mean it.
Written By Luca
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:22 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
[The Scholar edits the entry to add: ]
Right. Wake me back up when it's time to go to war --
Right. Wake me back up when it's time to go to war --
Written By Luca
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
[ Spoken to a Scholar: ]
-- So, yeah, the answer to how many bottles does it take to forget my name is a number that's startlingly high. Going back to bed now.
-- So, yeah, the answer to how many bottles does it take to forget my name is a number that's startlingly high. Going back to bed now.
Written By Caspian
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:03 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
I'm glad you love it. I hope the blade serves you well for a long time (unless you happen upon a diamondplate one. I won't blame you for going for the better sword!). Happy early birthday, my love.
Written By Cadenza
Feb. 26, 2018, 10:45 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Thank you so much for my early birthday present. I love it and can't wait to test it out.
Written By Thena
Feb. 26, 2018, 9:11 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Yeah. I'm definitely in agreement on that one.
Written By Mae
Feb. 26, 2018, 8:59 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
"What would you do, if you weren't afraid?"
Be dead.
Be dead.
Written By Charlaine
Feb. 26, 2018, 8:42 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Its been a few months now humble as we are, did not want to make the birth of our Daughter public.
But today she receives her name, so best let people at least know of her.
Caprice Moore is the firstborn child between
Baroness Charlaine Moore, and Barron Tarrant Moore
But today she receives her name, so best let people at least know of her.
Caprice Moore is the firstborn child between
Baroness Charlaine Moore, and Barron Tarrant Moore
Written By Ianna
Feb. 26, 2018, 7:51 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rook
I would think self-love is the domain of either the unmarried or the unhappily married.
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