Written By Edain
Feb. 19, 2018, 10:48 a.m.(3/21/1008 AR)
Personally when I am lost in the woods I follow the squirrels. Those devious little tree rats always seem to know the way back to civilization and how to being the biggest pests possible.
Though one of the best things you can do is invest in a Blanchard trained courser. I can promise such a horse will remember it's way home better than you will the vast majority of the time.
Though one of the best things you can do is invest in a Blanchard trained courser. I can promise such a horse will remember it's way home better than you will the vast majority of the time.
Written By Caspian
Feb. 19, 2018, 10:41 a.m.(3/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
You are the third best thing to happen to me; being born and being liberated from Thralldom beats you out, love! But not by much.
Written By Caspian
Feb. 19, 2018, 9:58 a.m.(3/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Brogan
If you are lost in the woods, do not do what Brogan just suggested. 9/10 you will wander in the wilderness until you die.
Written By Thorley
Feb. 19, 2018, 9:54 a.m.(3/21/1008 AR)
As night closes in on my private alcove,
I sit by choice all alone.
The revelations of the day still crux my mind,
the words offered to me by Mae still remain.
To this paper, I will continue to remind,
That when I'm awoke, I find that my hands are stain.
I have to remember what I dream so vivid,
that I wash, that I scrub, that I try to find a clue,
and my soul feels that much more frigid,
as I realize that nightmares are a darker dream,
and they also can come true.
I sit by choice all alone.
The revelations of the day still crux my mind,
the words offered to me by Mae still remain.
To this paper, I will continue to remind,
That when I'm awoke, I find that my hands are stain.
I have to remember what I dream so vivid,
that I wash, that I scrub, that I try to find a clue,
and my soul feels that much more frigid,
as I realize that nightmares are a darker dream,
and they also can come true.
Written By Alis
Feb. 19, 2018, 9:09 a.m.(3/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexis
You know, of course, that it takes a bit of time to get used to wearing armor. So today, we started with the helmet and cuirass and of course she needed some help keeping her balance. But oh, the look of pride on Ellara's little face as she toddled down the hall like the tiniest little Knight.
I'm certain I saw a few expressions of sheer terror on several guards faces. But Herald Steve, gods bless him, announced her entrance into the hall like she was a visiting Knight.
I'm certain I saw a few expressions of sheer terror on several guards faces. But Herald Steve, gods bless him, announced her entrance into the hall like she was a visiting Knight.
Written By Duarte
Feb. 19, 2018, 5:47 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Today I shared the Bravuran tradition of story telling.
Every so often, the authors of Bravura put away their half-finished stage plays and manuscripts and instead meet for coffee and tell stories - usually ghost stories. One begins a story of varied length. Often the story is left incomplete and another author tells it further - and so on until the story is complete.
Lady Alessia Mazetti was kind enough to attend and proved herself a masterful teller of story! She had us all on the edge of our seats and shivering with fear. Bravo! She should find happy audience were she to take up writing.
Another fine Bravuran tradition takes root in the great city of Arx!
Every so often, the authors of Bravura put away their half-finished stage plays and manuscripts and instead meet for coffee and tell stories - usually ghost stories. One begins a story of varied length. Often the story is left incomplete and another author tells it further - and so on until the story is complete.
Lady Alessia Mazetti was kind enough to attend and proved herself a masterful teller of story! She had us all on the edge of our seats and shivering with fear. Bravo! She should find happy audience were she to take up writing.
Another fine Bravuran tradition takes root in the great city of Arx!
Written By Brogan
Feb. 19, 2018, 2:27 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Same days are harder than others...
Kind like walking through the woods, and before you know it you realize there's a spot you never been to before. You look back, not quite sure how you got here, and decide that the only way through is to keep moving forward. Some times there's a storm in the way, and some times the sun is shining down so bright it's hard to see. All that matters, at the end of the day, is that you keep moving without quitting.
Aint nothing at the end of the day but Death if you quit.
Kind like walking through the woods, and before you know it you realize there's a spot you never been to before. You look back, not quite sure how you got here, and decide that the only way through is to keep moving forward. Some times there's a storm in the way, and some times the sun is shining down so bright it's hard to see. All that matters, at the end of the day, is that you keep moving without quitting.
Aint nothing at the end of the day but Death if you quit.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 19, 2018, 1:31 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
A poem for me? Aww. Ya fucking shouldn't have!
Written By Duarte
Feb. 19, 2018, 1:01 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
I have been remiss in documenting in the archives the first of hopefully many impromptu artistic events held in the Bravuran tradition.
Bravura is a city on the island of Nilanza known for its artistry and innovation. The citizenry are a fine, if eccentric, diverse collection of aesthetic minds and brilliant inventors.
The first tradition, which was shared about 7 days ago, was the Impromptu Poetry Slam and Open Floor. These are - in true Bravuran style - held in coffee houses and wine bars across the city at a moments notice.
The poetry is off-the-cuff and often free expression. The performer delivers his or her work and then selects another attendee at random. Libations are plentiful and nourishment is scarce - it can get pretty silly.
It is supposed a victor is chosen by those who dared performed. It is said the prize is "the proud knowledge of having won". In truth: the competitions conclude with everyone forgetting to vote.
Many thanks to the lovely neighbors who attended our first such event at Argento Watch.
Bravura is a city on the island of Nilanza known for its artistry and innovation. The citizenry are a fine, if eccentric, diverse collection of aesthetic minds and brilliant inventors.
The first tradition, which was shared about 7 days ago, was the Impromptu Poetry Slam and Open Floor. These are - in true Bravuran style - held in coffee houses and wine bars across the city at a moments notice.
The poetry is off-the-cuff and often free expression. The performer delivers his or her work and then selects another attendee at random. Libations are plentiful and nourishment is scarce - it can get pretty silly.
It is supposed a victor is chosen by those who dared performed. It is said the prize is "the proud knowledge of having won". In truth: the competitions conclude with everyone forgetting to vote.
Many thanks to the lovely neighbors who attended our first such event at Argento Watch.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 19, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Composed and played by Itzal Culler, at a place unknown.
The Moon was high and still the child lied,
Awake in bed, beneath sheets to hide.
For in his room he was not alone,
The wolf still lurked nearby, it was known.
His savage pelt was of red and black,
His rows of fangs stained from his last snack.
The wolf prowled, chilled the child to the bone,
For the boy saw how his long teeth shone.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' his parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
And thus sang his parents so heedless,
Of the latest poor child, made headless.
While the wolf, red and black in the night,
Grinned a smile to fill the boy with fright.
The Moon was high but none in bed lied,
The child was silent, helpless he'd died,
Against the evil wolf of red and black,
His parents did absolutely jack.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' the parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
The Moon was high and still the child lied,
Awake in bed, beneath sheets to hide.
For in his room he was not alone,
The wolf still lurked nearby, it was known.
His savage pelt was of red and black,
His rows of fangs stained from his last snack.
The wolf prowled, chilled the child to the bone,
For the boy saw how his long teeth shone.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' his parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
And thus sang his parents so heedless,
Of the latest poor child, made headless.
While the wolf, red and black in the night,
Grinned a smile to fill the boy with fright.
The Moon was high but none in bed lied,
The child was silent, helpless he'd died,
Against the evil wolf of red and black,
His parents did absolutely jack.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' the parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
Written By Tikva
Feb. 19, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
It might be happening. I might finally be getting tired of eating potatoes.
Tiber has been four years old for a week. He is very frustrated at not being able to read his bedtime book to himself. Today, he took the book out of my hands, yelled, "No! I do what I want!" and threw it on the bed.
I am sure Skald would be very proud.
One day, he will be a fully adult Lord Riven and he will find these entries and he will wonder why the gods cursed him with a mother who overshares.
Tiber has been four years old for a week. He is very frustrated at not being able to read his bedtime book to himself. Today, he took the book out of my hands, yelled, "No! I do what I want!" and threw it on the bed.
I am sure Skald would be very proud.
One day, he will be a fully adult Lord Riven and he will find these entries and he will wonder why the gods cursed him with a mother who overshares.
Written By Holden
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
The time for travel comes again soon, to once more don armor, heft flail, and ride forth. The destination is as yet unknown, but the anticipation of movement is thick in the air. The Compact prepares for war, and a Knight prepares for duty.
Written By Luis
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Parties! Parties everywhere and I understand it. The desire to remind oneself that life is worth living, with such darkness on the morrow. I do hope that the coming nights shall find all filled with joy and laughter, merriment and warmth that shall fill them to bursting and with which shall keep them sated in the coming nightmares.
We should all carry a little joy with us, whenever we can.
We should all carry a little joy with us, whenever we can.
Written By Sebastian
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:55 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Moments of deepest emotion are those that I prefer to capture in my art. When I create for myself, the images in my head, the nightmares, the dreams, and the inspirations, then it is those moments of reverie, fear, passion, grief, exultation, that I wish to capture. When I create for others, then it is for their pleasure, for the joy that they might find in having something that expresses an emotion that perhaps they are not capable of capturing in art, themselves. It is a challenge, to give life to another's vision, and the two things are very different types of art for me.
Written By Luis
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:55 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
And there it is, I am now an Explorer. The lovely Princess Cadenza was so patient with me, when I struggled and even took my limited knowledge and humored me in ways that can only account for her grace in such matters. I did have a marvelous time though, and I do hope that the other Explorers have such class and wit about them, for I may have found a most remarkable place to be.
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:52 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
I am very lucky to have such a lovely, lovely wife.
Written By Luis
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:50 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
We called the banners to war, the King has called the Generals and the Generals have called the Ministers. It's coming. The building anticipation of war has finally reached it's peak, and it will not be long before all hell breaks loose.
Again.
Again.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
There was a debate of explorers about these white journals.
I do not know that I grasp what the outcome was, what is good or what is bad to write.
I think I will spend more time reading, and less time writing.
I do not know that I grasp what the outcome was, what is good or what is bad to write.
I think I will spend more time reading, and less time writing.
Written By Olivia
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Another battle approaches, with plans being made. As ever, Princess Reese shows her wisdom and leadership. Of course, I should not write of them here in any detail. But it would likewise be no secret to anyone that I will stay away from the front lines and instead attend to injuries behind them. It is my hope that I might spare a few the sad losses that have afflicted my own family of late.
Written By Mae
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jhond
Don't ever doubt yourself. You can be anything you want to be!
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.