Written By Donella
Feb. 13, 2018, 3:11 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
The mood in this city has definitely turned of late.
Or perhaps it was like this, and coping with the new constant assault on my senses has allowed me to see it for the first time. It could also be bad eggs, too. That's a thing, isn't it?
There are all the usual frivolities, and balls, and weddings... but under it all, the breaking down of the order of things as it has been, and a renewed hostility that accompanies it as newly broken edges grind rough against eachother. Some edges have always been rough, though, and they are no less grating as we wait.
Patience. People are dangerous when they are frightened, and there is plenty of cause for fear. Yet also reason to hope. Limerance assist me in remembering my duties to others, that no one is forgot.
Or perhaps it was like this, and coping with the new constant assault on my senses has allowed me to see it for the first time. It could also be bad eggs, too. That's a thing, isn't it?
There are all the usual frivolities, and balls, and weddings... but under it all, the breaking down of the order of things as it has been, and a renewed hostility that accompanies it as newly broken edges grind rough against eachother. Some edges have always been rough, though, and they are no less grating as we wait.
Patience. People are dangerous when they are frightened, and there is plenty of cause for fear. Yet also reason to hope. Limerance assist me in remembering my duties to others, that no one is forgot.
Written By Alexis
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:56 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
I'd like to point out that you don't have to be a noble to become a House Sword.
But you do need to get appointed by one.
But you do need to get appointed by one.
Written By Magpie
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:43 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Luca! .. Luca.. I had a lot of that cinnamon nonsense and I'm still feeling it. However, the bottles in question will be for sale at my shop. Soon.
I also can't taste anything today. I think I broke my tongue.
And I don'
Holy fuck someone challenged me to a duel! ALEKSEI!!! I wasn't going to point this out because I thought we were friends but now that is over!
WHO sent Aureth a friendship bracelet? I'll give you a hint. It wasn't YOU.
I also can't taste anything today. I think I broke my tongue.
And I don'
Holy fuck someone challenged me to a duel! ALEKSEI!!! I wasn't going to point this out because I thought we were friends but now that is over!
WHO sent Aureth a friendship bracelet? I'll give you a hint. It wasn't YOU.
Written By Luca
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:39 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Aw ... did Mags give you and HL a friendship thingy too? LUCKY.
Written By Thena
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:37 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
For the love of all the gods...
Written By Luca
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:34 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
No clue what you're on today - maybe that Cinnamon nonsense I heard about from the Murder and Dart night. Send me a bottle.
Written By Aleksei
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:32 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Aureth is MY best friend!
Written By Magpie
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:31 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
I must correct a grievous error that I made! Aureth is right. Aleksei has very fine abs and he could destroy me in a fight. Mostly I was just picking fun at you, cousin. (I still looove you, we're best friends remember?! <3 )
Where the fuck was I going with this. My point was, shit. I don't remember. Actually, that's a lie. I do remember but people keep asking me to shut up about things because of something that starts with 'polo' and ends with ticks. And politics really are kind of like ticks, aren't they? They latch on, all tiny and unassuming and then suck away your blood, and if you swat them they burst messily.
Yep. Good image, that.
So I guess to be a House Sword you have to be a noble. Therefore, I offer up an alternative.
MAGPIE GRAYHOPE for Sword of Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge!!
I admit, it's a bit of a mouthful, but so is DMoRPA, and I'm making that work.
Where the fuck was I going with this. My point was, shit. I don't remember. Actually, that's a lie. I do remember but people keep asking me to shut up about things because of something that starts with 'polo' and ends with ticks. And politics really are kind of like ticks, aren't they? They latch on, all tiny and unassuming and then suck away your blood, and if you swat them they burst messily.
Yep. Good image, that.
So I guess to be a House Sword you have to be a noble. Therefore, I offer up an alternative.
MAGPIE GRAYHOPE for Sword of Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge!!
I admit, it's a bit of a mouthful, but so is DMoRPA, and I'm making that work.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:27 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
Uncle, uncle, we musn't strain their attention. One uppity commoner is more than enough for their focus, let us be merciful. They've a war to prepare for, after all.
Written By Juliana
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:26 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
It is. It was also a choice to respond in kind and accept those consequences.
Written By Norwood
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aeryn
I would gladly give my life to the children of any of my late Duke's children. Today however, I find myself especially grateful to Lady Aeryn Laurent.
Thank you Lady Aeryn.
Thank you Lady Aeryn.
Written By Bastien
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
I'm surprised no one has pointed out the obvious. Beyond honor and justice and self-defense, there is this:
If the chosen champion of a house, the Sword of the City-State of Southport, cannot apprehend a Scholar with little to no martial ability without killing him, then he's a rather terrible swordsman.
Or he's lying. Your options are blatant dishonesty or gross incompetence. Enjoy.
Please note that I never met the victim in question, I don't care about him, and I certainly don't care that he's dead.
If the chosen champion of a house, the Sword of the City-State of Southport, cannot apprehend a Scholar with little to no martial ability without killing him, then he's a rather terrible swordsman.
Or he's lying. Your options are blatant dishonesty or gross incompetence. Enjoy.
Please note that I never met the victim in question, I don't care about him, and I certainly don't care that he's dead.
Written By Sparte
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Perhaps I should challenge someone now. Maybe to a joke telling contest.
Who wants some terrible jokes inflicted on an audience? Maybe Skald will show up and laugh at us.
Who wants some terrible jokes inflicted on an audience? Maybe Skald will show up and laugh at us.
Written By Aureth
Feb. 13, 2018, 2:15 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
I'll note just for the general interest that the part of the story that my dear cousin Magpie has been publicly accused of leaving out was apparently that Esra's attack of Costas, supposedly in self-defense, apparently took place below decks of Costas's personal ship, after the latter invited the former aboard.
There's nothing that screams self-defense more than inviting a man into a room beneath the deck of your boat and then killing him, right?
And there is the honor of House Malvici for you.
There's nothing that screams self-defense more than inviting a man into a room beneath the deck of your boat and then killing him, right?
And there is the honor of House Malvici for you.
Written By Duarte
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:50 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
As I pursue my new endeavor of fanciful poetry, I submit my first work to the whites.
It is the purest fiction, I assure you:
The north tells tales ancient and old;
Of Dragons! Wonders to behold!;
They fly and flame and misery they sow;
To the cries of shame from men down below.
Oh dragon! With maginificent wings and scales of white;
Beautiful and impressive whenever you take flight;
Your troubling mein fills me with fright;
And causes the rally of many a k(night);
To gather their swords for your primum a-glow;
To sacrifice for the good of the world below.
----
Please send donations that I may afford time and publication costs to pursue my literary dreams.
It is the purest fiction, I assure you:
The north tells tales ancient and old;
Of Dragons! Wonders to behold!;
They fly and flame and misery they sow;
To the cries of shame from men down below.
Oh dragon! With maginificent wings and scales of white;
Beautiful and impressive whenever you take flight;
Your troubling mein fills me with fright;
And causes the rally of many a k(night);
To gather their swords for your primum a-glow;
To sacrifice for the good of the world below.
----
Please send donations that I may afford time and publication costs to pursue my literary dreams.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
I reckon I be peekin through your keyhole, but then I be getting stabbed in the eye right bout now! Ain't needing another gold star! That be a choice eh? Not to be stabbed in the eye? Aye, aye?
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:41 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
Itzal ya young cad! Reckon you ought to be trying this! It be a fucking thing when all them higher ups be responding to a drunken man's journalin. I even be getting presents for it!
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Samael
Ain't thinking you be wanting over a hundred thousand people marching - could be more in the Boroughs - to the academy to find out the truth you lot be making it as. Reckon the point be made when Esra got dead. The truth be what the victors make of it, eh?
Written By Itzal
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:17 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Please do go on, people. I've not been this entertained in... Well, it's been a while. Keep up the good work!
Written By Bianca
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:16 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
*In very rare occasion, this entry was not written in Bianca's own script.*
No, Scholar Duran. It is alright. I am just tired. I do want to do this. Please just note that I speak from a personal standpoint. Not of the Faith.
My cousin was an ill man. Engulfed by the knowledge he was not yet ready to possess, it drove him to find conspiracy and betrayel in all those he deemed contrary to his views. He found half-truths and rather than explore that information and verify its validity he became obsessed with it and would not be swayed otherwise. It deafened him to reason. It deafened and blinded him to fact.
I did not know my cousin well. Aside from a brief encounter in our youth, I had spoken to him once since his arrival to Arx amidst a gathering of Scholars at the Academy. I have spent many sleepless nights since the first venemous letter I received pondering that if I had been more attentive in that passing meeting, if I had made time to speak with him prior or even after his vicious private allegations that this all could have been resolved much differently. Perhaps if I had not let the wounds to my ego and my own indignance in the face of such cruel words and threats halt my quill from further dialogue he would still live... but I did not and now I must bear the burden of those 'what if's.
My heart breaks that in all of this, my cousin faced such deep losses by his own hand. All for an obsession. He rejected the welcoming arms of the Faith and embrace of the gods as well as the love of his family. Many attempted reason and again he was deaf to their implores, but even though his actions drove those whom loved him the most to withdraw, I still mourn that at his end how truly alone he must have felt. Alone with his misguided convictions.
I have no sense of resolution to this topic. I undoubtedly will spend many more sleepless nights regarding it along with a many other things. All I may do moving forward is the same as any of us must do. Learn from the mistakes we've made and move forward.
I think that is all for now, Scholar. Thank you.
No, Scholar Duran. It is alright. I am just tired. I do want to do this. Please just note that I speak from a personal standpoint. Not of the Faith.
My cousin was an ill man. Engulfed by the knowledge he was not yet ready to possess, it drove him to find conspiracy and betrayel in all those he deemed contrary to his views. He found half-truths and rather than explore that information and verify its validity he became obsessed with it and would not be swayed otherwise. It deafened him to reason. It deafened and blinded him to fact.
I did not know my cousin well. Aside from a brief encounter in our youth, I had spoken to him once since his arrival to Arx amidst a gathering of Scholars at the Academy. I have spent many sleepless nights since the first venemous letter I received pondering that if I had been more attentive in that passing meeting, if I had made time to speak with him prior or even after his vicious private allegations that this all could have been resolved much differently. Perhaps if I had not let the wounds to my ego and my own indignance in the face of such cruel words and threats halt my quill from further dialogue he would still live... but I did not and now I must bear the burden of those 'what if's.
My heart breaks that in all of this, my cousin faced such deep losses by his own hand. All for an obsession. He rejected the welcoming arms of the Faith and embrace of the gods as well as the love of his family. Many attempted reason and again he was deaf to their implores, but even though his actions drove those whom loved him the most to withdraw, I still mourn that at his end how truly alone he must have felt. Alone with his misguided convictions.
I have no sense of resolution to this topic. I undoubtedly will spend many more sleepless nights regarding it along with a many other things. All I may do moving forward is the same as any of us must do. Learn from the mistakes we've made and move forward.
I think that is all for now, Scholar. Thank you.
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