Written By Gisele
Nov. 18, 2016, 2:55 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Written By Gisele
Nov. 18, 2016, 2:53 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
Written By Cicero
Nov. 18, 2016, 12:21 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
The work is ever present
The seat barely warmed
Written By Delia
Nov. 18, 2016, 11:31 a.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
I was gifted with the most amazing seasilk grown!
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my whole life... I am torn between wanting to wear it every second of every day to being terrified to so much as crease the soft fabric.
For now I shall just hang it in my room where I can see it and wait for the most perfect opportunity to show it off the public for the first time.
Oh.... and I learned that going down a hill in the snow sitting on a flimsy piece of wood can be delightful fun! Must try again!
Written By Cicero
Nov. 18, 2016, 11:25 a.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Chilled by a rapid descent
Warmed by adventure
Written By Dawn
Nov. 18, 2016, 11:10 a.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
What this tells me is that our enemies are afraid. We have learned some of the truths that were kept from us and sought to spread that knowledge. What those messengers carried was not only news of a newly elected Regent, but the knowledge of the Nox'alfar.
We have learned what they would have kept from us and because of that they push back, exacting a bloody price for our efforts.
That will not stand.
I write this to those who oppose us, those who lurk in the shadows and think that because you have operated in safety and secrecy for so long that we cannot touch you.
We know. We know you. We know what you have kept from us and we will continue to learn the rest. We see the world now and we will not return to ignorance. Nor will we tolerate your continued existence.
However pure your intentions when you began this enterprise, you have become one of the world's great evils. You have acted against our interests and killed those who were doing their sworn duty, those who are sacred in the eyes of our gods.
Your time has come. The Compact is united as it hasn't been before. We know you. We know your names. If you continue to act against us, or keep to your wicked shadows, we will cut you from our world like a cancer.
When you are gone, no one will mourn you. You will be reviled, as your deeds deserve.
Or, surrender yourself to our justice, confess, and you may yet receive mercy for your crimes. The choice is yours.
Either way, your time is done.
Written By Samantha
Nov. 18, 2016, 10:42 a.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
I was witness to unspeakable carnage and utterly helpless at the time. To allow myself to be helpless again, even for something as potentially pleasurable as a beauty treatment, took far more than I think the other ladies realized, and it's not as if I would drag the party down by explaining myself.
The end result was entirely lovely, I don't remember my skin feeling so much like silk before. And I think, in the right environment, I'd do it again. But the fear is not entirely conquered.
Written By Ida
Nov. 18, 2016, 10:13 a.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Ah, but to be able to craft a weapon of lore someday...
"Once upon a time, in a village near Southport, there was a diamondplate blade that only appeared in times of great need, monstrous need. Monsters, for example. It could only be wielded by the worthy, but, oh, when it was wielded, it was magnificent. It brought the barrage of wind and rain with it, it sucked the very air from the beasts' lungs. And one day, it may wake again."
The sketch is as stunning as the tale and now hangs in my shop, a fitting marriage of story and art.
Written By Esera
Nov. 18, 2016, 8:27 a.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Written By Juliet
Nov. 18, 2016, 5:26 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
Duchess Nightgold knows how to spoil her friends, I'll give her that.
I do hope this becomes a monthly occurence. I feel radiant.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:20 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
a somber blue trail on copper skin
split like fruit with ancient lines
to tease and stroke and sing like sin
to slide along the pale expanse
the field of pleasure so long denied
a heart beat from a savored demise
and bleed with velvet made of hide
he sings for me, this pretty bird
breathes my name and claws my hips
lines to blue roads mapped now cut
but taken sweet the curses from lips
pet, a token, a moment's rest clean
satisfying the ache and rush to burn
it's not his face that blinds the eyes
not the distraction for me to churn
verdant fields of peace, surrendered
gaping sighs, crowned flowers so
steel that rusts in trust and peace
abandoned old blades without a foe
to ache for hands that are only ash
to savor lips that may never be
visions sear and rip, dismember
the very best I had left of me.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:04 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
Now, I will remelt a defective piece of metal, whether I ruined it with an errant hammer strike or gouged it with a file, or it snapped for a flaw I didn't see, I will point my flame to it until it melts, formless, a puddle of possibilities to be remade in my crucible.
Repoured, remade, reused, reclaimed.
But people are not metal, not near as malleable or as easy to replace.
You can't change what a person is, who they are, especially if they don't want to.
Should you scream? Throw things? Insults? Drag them off and throw them away?
No. You can only accept and love and try to understand, and barring that, just let it be. It is who they are, and you love who they are or you don't.
So no, scholar, I am not apathetic. Far from it. But I would just as soon change her as I would cease to love her. She is as she is, and while I know she may not accept me or the choices I make, I will still love her, even if she befriends those that have hurt me for spite, to soothe her insulted sense of pride and honor. It's true, I can only control myself, but I do choose this. I will always choose this.
And if she cannot accept my choices, then she doesn't. Being who I am, it is not in me to force anyone to do anything they aren't inclined to do, and I work to preserve that small grace of freedom for me and mine for as long as I might, with the help of those I know who will keep me in check and preserve the integrity of what we work for.
Written By Isolde
Nov. 18, 2016, 2:50 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
I, for one, cannot be bothered to be contrary.
Journey far and wide
And upon the septumnal oceans.
All of us seek that which we are.
Occasionally those might take advantage.
Others look for the cruelty upon them.
And still, those desire to use the lash and chain.
And their reflection seek it for themselves.
- Some days I think wiser words have never been spoken.
Written By Silas
Nov. 18, 2016, 1:27 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
In other news, let it be known that Count Max Darkwater seems fond of Mercier wines. I also enjoy his stick figure drawings.
Written By Kima
Nov. 18, 2016, 1:20 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
Written By Max
Nov. 18, 2016, 12:55 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
An expansive view.
A handful of beautiful woman.
A drunken friend barging in.
Who says I need to be on the sea to feel like I'm in the navy?
Written By Orazio
Nov. 18, 2016, 12:40 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
Sadeletto, my brother, I pray that you have found your rest, hard-won and well-deserved. I hope you find Mother, Father, and the twins there. I hope you knew how proud you should be of your son and your daughter.
I hope that--I hope.
Written By Eos
Nov. 18, 2016, 12:33 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
Baron Sadoletto Saik was a good and wise man. Let it be remembered that his people loved him. Let it be remembered that he was a third son who rose to occasion when the title fell to him. Let it be remembered that he was studied, kind-hearted, and loved his people, that he took joy in life and discovery. Let it be remembered that he laughed and loved to teach.
Let him be remembered.
Let me be even half the man he has been.
Written By Fergus
Nov. 17, 2016, 11:48 p.m.(2/23/1005 AR)
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 17, 2016, 11:26 p.m.(2/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
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