Written By Serafine
Nov. 20, 2016, 12:02 a.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
I had me a girl
Who taught me those things
A woman should know
Down, down on my knees.
I’d beg and I’d plead
To learn a little bit more.
Oh that woman taught me to pray,
I saw Elysium every day.
Gods, she could-
[it becomes crooning, the subject's eyes close-]
I, I had me a boy
Who buttoned me down.
Threw me a line
He, he washed me as clean
As a sinner could be.
Showed me the light,
Ooo that boy, he taught me to pray,
But for all of his spit-shinin’ ways
Gods, he could.
I had me a girl,
Like gray-wreathed smoke.
She came and she went,
I slipped through his hands
To my back door-man,
Under his chin.
Oh that woman taught me to pray
But for all her wandering ways
[Subject's eyes open, she smiled, and headed out the door]
[Scholar's note: She said she'd be back, the song is recognized as an old minstrel's poem set to music and popular among Velenosan soldiers.]
(ooc: 'I Had Me A Girl', by The Civil Wars, tweaked for theme)
Written By Alis
Nov. 19, 2016, 10:41 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
In all a productive meeting I think. We shall make sure that our merchants sell needed supplies to Thrax Quartermaster's at fair prices. If needed, basic supplies at cost until increased patrols are no longer needed.
Somewhat an awkward exit, however. Because I had perhaps partaken of more alcohol then I ought to. And perhaps the toast to fucking, that led to the offer and counter-offers of a walk home. I certainly hope I caused neither gentlemen any offence, but it seemed prudent to just send a messenger to the manor and have someone come to meet me instead of taking up either offer. Diplomacy is more difficult then it appears. I prefer the battlefield.
I also look forward to singing the song I heard at the Ebb and Flow, at breakfast, to help wake up Edain.
Written By Calista
Nov. 19, 2016, 10:17 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vercyn
Written By Calista
Nov. 19, 2016, 10:08 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Written By Hana
Nov. 19, 2016, 9:22 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
And now I have a shop. My own space! A place to work and sell things, where I can finally improve my skills. Ida says that there will be plenty of customers for rubicund weaponry, as soon as I'm ready to sell it. I hope that can prove enough of an income...
Written By Sabella
Nov. 19, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Written By Dagon
Nov. 19, 2016, 6:27 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
Written By Augustus
Nov. 19, 2016, 1:58 p.m.(2/28/1005 AR)
Sure. Get the two ancient widowers to try and remember what a wedding looks like. Sounds about right.
Where am I going to get a dozen pints of pigs blood in winter?
Written By Aldwin
Nov. 19, 2016, 9:49 a.m.(2/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
I have a painting of a plethora of puppies.
Written By Silas
Nov. 19, 2016, 5:45 a.m.(2/27/1005 AR)
Written By Donella
Nov. 19, 2016, 12:46 a.m.(2/27/1005 AR)
Written By Aislin
Nov. 18, 2016, 10:06 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
It's a relief, in many ways.
Those of us who have been out in the wilds, those of us who have traveled the less-settled parts of Arvum, we've long known that there was more to the world than most would believe. Or even more than most would want to hear; such things are often dismissed as stories, myths.
But the facts of our history are out there to be found. Carved into the walls of ancient ruined fortresses, written into the surviving scraps of ancient journals. Records of ancient betrayals and alliances. Hints of wars fought with things greater than any weapon we could now forge.
How much have we forgotten? How much have we lost?
Those questions are no small part of what has always driven me on my expeditions into the wilds.
I want so badly to believe that the darkness responsible cannot survive out in the open, now that the secrets are exposed. That the architects of so much pain will be unmasked and brought to justice for their crimes.
But perhaps most of all, I want the chance to piece the lost and scattered fragments of our history -- our true history -- back together again.
And gods willing, we're taking the first steps on that road.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 18, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:45 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
Hypothetically, they'd already be working on it.
Written By Ianthe
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:40 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
Fucking artists. More drama there than you will find on any stage. I’m convinced that being able to create beauty comes with a specific type of temperament.
This is why I turned Josie down when she asked me to be her Voice.
Also, I hate responsibility.
But wanting to keep my sanity was definitely ranked up there in the reasons to decline.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
It was a useful skill as a child and became even more valuable as an adult.
Now, I turn my observations on the world around, made different over night by the realization that the tales and stories of the past weren’t just fanciful re-telling of mundane events but they carried truth. Here is what I see:
Systematically, nearly every mature leader of the Houses of Compact has been eliminated. House Velenosa, House Valardin, and House Redrain are led by young leaders who aren’t as tested as their elders were. Even in the minor Houses, there seem to be more young leaders than old. The King sleeps and Lady Dawn is now Regent. Instability is sewn into the very Houses of the Compact .
Messengers dead. Ships disappeared. Communication is being cut off, but, if you think of this as a war, so are supply lines. We must remember what Arx was, why this city was built. It was created to withstand a siege. I promise that our enemies have not forgotten the city’s purpose. What would they not do to undermine it?
I see our leaders thinking in terms of soldiers, but an army lives on communication and on its belly. We court defeat if we forget the practical matters in favor of the martial.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 18, 2016, 4:09 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
Written By Cara
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:47 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
I could write a lovely paper on tea varietals.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:16 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
He's seen his share of shit, the Count of Blackwater. And he's a sailor first and a noble second; gotta respect that. He's like a kindred spirit with really fucking good rum and an underlying feeling we're all screwed.
Written By Max
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:09 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
I do not let my emotions show on my features.
I do not engage in panic or in useless flailing.
But if I was the kind of man to engage in such things?
If I were?
The concept of an enemy so powerful and so present, so well informed and well armed, that they could simultaneously kill almost every land based messenger, from trade caravan to single man running through the forests he knows like back of his own hand?
While concurrently sinking a half dozen ships, individually, on the high seas?
To do this and leave no witnesses, no obvious clues?
If I was a man given to fear.
I might be afraid.
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