Written By Saoirse
Feb. 10, 2018, 6:26 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wynna
I met Wynna today when she offered to help teach me how to "avoid noxious people" -- hide in shadows until they pass. She's obviously someone who is up to something and perhaps a little scandalous to know, but I find her quite intriguing nevertheless.
Written By Saoirse
Feb. 10, 2018, 6:23 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Princess Cadenza is my father's sister's daughter -- a cousin. Her mother actually stayed with our branch of the family after Mother died, but I was too young to remember that. Cadenza herself is a very active member of the family, engaged in many things, if not the things I personally would become involved with.
Written By Saoirse
Feb. 10, 2018, 6:19 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
I attended the woodland ball -- in a borrowed mask. I had quite an interesting conversation with another person, of course in a mask. I decided to leave before the unmasking.
I ALSO tried to convince Cadenza to lure the madman Esra to the ball and have him poisoned, but she told me no. Ah, well!
I ALSO tried to convince Cadenza to lure the madman Esra to the ball and have him poisoned, but she told me no. Ah, well!
Written By Cambria
Feb. 10, 2018, 5:58 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
The gift of prophecy is certainly not mine, but if I were to offer an opinion to any prospective prophets, then I would suggest that the best, most certain way of prophesying correctly is to prophesy often. That way one will, by laws of chance, sometimes be right. Our propensity to remember successes and forget failures will see to the rest - one will soon come to think of oneself as an oracle.
Of course, whether or not others believe the same is another matter entirely.
Of course, whether or not others believe the same is another matter entirely.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 10, 2018, 5:53 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
There is much to be said in the favor of mediocrity, though it is derided and despised as a whole. Unlike excellence, mediocrity makes no demands upon a person. It is comfortable, as well as nonthreatening. Imagine having to be brilliant all of the time, or constantly being concerned over whether or not you have said an obvious, or worse, banal thing. Who wants to flog their brain into its maximum ability after having woken early, worked long and hard...or even just spent a large number of hours between wakefulness and next sleep? One longs for, then, the anodyne.
There is a certain kind of mediocrity that is very harmful, however. It has always existed, but it is (or so it seems to me) much more widespread than ever before: namely, ambitious mediocrity. How many of our Peers are deeply mediocre in all respects except in their avidity for power?
There is a certain kind of mediocrity that is very harmful, however. It has always existed, but it is (or so it seems to me) much more widespread than ever before: namely, ambitious mediocrity. How many of our Peers are deeply mediocre in all respects except in their avidity for power?
Written By Jacque
Feb. 10, 2018, 5:20 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Second interview done. An easy-going conversation, so I'll count that as a win.
Written By Kurzio
Feb. 10, 2018, 4:07 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
First day, starting off quiet. Hopefull things go well in the days to come.
Written By Talen
Feb. 10, 2018, 3:53 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
If Mer Jiacomo preys upon your daddy issues I can always send him with such bribes.
Written By Eleyna
Feb. 10, 2018, 3:07 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Wait until you meet Sybilla.
Written By Rey
Feb. 10, 2018, 2:43 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
An endless expanse of glittering sky stretched above, and just below my feet, the dark ocean heaved; sometimes, the cold water washed over my bare toes, stinging my skin. I was alone except for the wind that bore me on its back. I was alone, but I wasn't far from home; in the distance, I could see the great lighthouse of Brighthold, the broad beam sweeping in a great circle like a giant wishing star. I miss home so dearly, and the sight of the lighthouse that always comforted me as a child, so close, drew me to it. I wanted so desperately to go home, but the wind held me back. No, Siahnin, it told me. There's something you must do.
The wind bore me up and up, away from the sea and away from the shore, towards the stars above. I spread out my arms, and my cloak was a pair of glorious white wings, and I was flying. Exhilarated. Free. The whole world stretched below me, and in the night, the glittering lights of ships and coastal towns mirrored the firmament above. It was wonderful; I was so happy that I laughed aloud. I flew fast. Faster than the wind; I could feel myself leaving it behind me as my heart surged in my chest.
I barely had time to see the column of water that shot out of the ocean before I flew right into it; hitting it jarred my entire body, as though I'd slammed into a solid wall, and then I was inside it, my very skin being flayed by the freezing water. I felt the agony of all of my feathers being stripped away as I was buffeted this way and that, until up was down and down was up. I tumbled, helpless, lost, stripped bare by the force of the sea. Stripped of wind, and stars, and home.
When the waters receded, I found myself stepping with bare feet on soft, loamy ground, my Mercy's robe gleaming so bright that it glowed with its own faint white light. The water had stripped away everything about me that was dead or dying, everything extraneous, everything that I didn't need, and I was left clean and pure. Ready. I heard a voice in the echo of my silent footsteps. There's something you must do. I raised my head, and saw the hungry dark of a tunnel like a wound that carved itself deep into the earth. This time, I didn't hesitate.
I was ready.
The wind bore me up and up, away from the sea and away from the shore, towards the stars above. I spread out my arms, and my cloak was a pair of glorious white wings, and I was flying. Exhilarated. Free. The whole world stretched below me, and in the night, the glittering lights of ships and coastal towns mirrored the firmament above. It was wonderful; I was so happy that I laughed aloud. I flew fast. Faster than the wind; I could feel myself leaving it behind me as my heart surged in my chest.
I barely had time to see the column of water that shot out of the ocean before I flew right into it; hitting it jarred my entire body, as though I'd slammed into a solid wall, and then I was inside it, my very skin being flayed by the freezing water. I felt the agony of all of my feathers being stripped away as I was buffeted this way and that, until up was down and down was up. I tumbled, helpless, lost, stripped bare by the force of the sea. Stripped of wind, and stars, and home.
When the waters receded, I found myself stepping with bare feet on soft, loamy ground, my Mercy's robe gleaming so bright that it glowed with its own faint white light. The water had stripped away everything about me that was dead or dying, everything extraneous, everything that I didn't need, and I was left clean and pure. Ready. I heard a voice in the echo of my silent footsteps. There's something you must do. I raised my head, and saw the hungry dark of a tunnel like a wound that carved itself deep into the earth. This time, I didn't hesitate.
I was ready.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 10, 2018, 2:32 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I have long suspected that you sent your monthly bribe to me via Jiacomo knowing I find him to be a dashing, handsome example of male dignity. Now that he is no longer in your employ, I feel a smallsense of relieve that you can no longer use my devastating crush against me.
Written By Felix
Feb. 10, 2018, 2:07 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Emily
From shop help to Training Center, the Lady Deepwood has been intelligent and enjoyable company. With plenty of humor, it helps to break the monotony of the work day, and I can see that she will grow in skill with the blade I crafted for her. Now to earn my silvers and continue the design on this rubicund bow.
Written By Felix
Feb. 10, 2018, 2:03 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
I know most of what I write in these is repetition, but that for me right now helps; craft arms, craft armor. Deliver and collect silvers. Then repeat the process. Though I did recently help one of the newer smiths with an understanding of how to craft red steel into weapons, so I hope that he does well for himself.
I am also glad to report that Mistress Lottie's cookies are a favorite of everyone that visit the shop. Note to self; get a restock soon.
Normally not one for paperwork, recent troubles have had me keeping a ledger of silvers spent and received. It also helps to serve as a reminder of who I have crafted for, and what I crafted. Maybe I should start keeping a design book, might help to show new customers too.
I am also glad to report that Mistress Lottie's cookies are a favorite of everyone that visit the shop. Note to self; get a restock soon.
Normally not one for paperwork, recent troubles have had me keeping a ledger of silvers spent and received. It also helps to serve as a reminder of who I have crafted for, and what I crafted. Maybe I should start keeping a design book, might help to show new customers too.
Written By Echo
Feb. 10, 2018, 1:55 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
I think it's time we start hoarding all the coffee in the villa.
Written By Thena
Feb. 10, 2018, 12:56 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wylla
If someone needs wine poured on them and no one volunteers (unlikely), send word and I'll come do the honors.
Written By Gwenna
Feb. 10, 2018, 12:53 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wylla
I can hardly wait for the painting event. I hope, in all sincerity, that it will not be necessary to douse someone with wine. At the same time, I admit that I would find it amusing and, likely, well-deserved. Hopefully duties will not interfere with my attending, especially as I have had a smock especially made for it! I am once again grateful that you joined us at the bonfire and let us all know about it.
Written By Talen
Feb. 10, 2018, 12:21 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Did you just infer...
Written By Esoka
Feb. 10, 2018, 12:11 p.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
When I became a sworn warrior of the Twainfort, as a girl of still not twenty years old, I was placed in the ranks of men and women born Rivens, folk slow to trust the new Greenwood prodigal swords and spears who'd joined their armies. We trained together and fought together, and in time we learned to be one in battle. We defended the borders of the Riven lands together from hostile tribes and bandits, and fought in the ranks of the Compact forces when the Silent Army came to the gates of Arx not two years gone.
As the Countess and Chief Thesarin call the banners for war again, I see many new peoples who were not even with us a year gone by. Our ranks have grown with the 10,000 that bent the knee to Countess Mia from the Gray Forest, and those former thralls from the Isles who sought a better life with Riven after they were freed. Now, I am part of the effort to integrate these new troops into our ranks. Some unblooded, some still unproven. They have answered the Countess' call to arms, though, which shows their loyalty well enough for me. My own work shall be to make certain they are properly trained and equipped to meet the enemy, and that we who are veterans watch their backs in the clash to come.
I am proud of how we've rallied and proud to be a knight that wears the herons of my adopted people, even if the faces I shall fight beside are new ones. Ki in honor.
As the Countess and Chief Thesarin call the banners for war again, I see many new peoples who were not even with us a year gone by. Our ranks have grown with the 10,000 that bent the knee to Countess Mia from the Gray Forest, and those former thralls from the Isles who sought a better life with Riven after they were freed. Now, I am part of the effort to integrate these new troops into our ranks. Some unblooded, some still unproven. They have answered the Countess' call to arms, though, which shows their loyalty well enough for me. My own work shall be to make certain they are properly trained and equipped to meet the enemy, and that we who are veterans watch their backs in the clash to come.
I am proud of how we've rallied and proud to be a knight that wears the herons of my adopted people, even if the faces I shall fight beside are new ones. Ki in honor.
Written By Ignacio
Feb. 10, 2018, 11:56 a.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Oriana
The beautiful Lady Inverno. The voice of her house and a strong woman. She knows what she wants in this world and knows how to get it. Such demeanor and determination often comes attraction and charm.
Written By Vayne
Feb. 10, 2018, 11:21 a.m.(2/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wylla
I disagree. To criticize someone's work is to help them propel their craft to the next level of excellence. An artist who does not hear an evaluation of their work will be stunted in development of their talent.
To truly be excellent, one must first have faced honest criticism. Otherwise, how will they improve?
Now, criticism has a time and place, and a manner and style. Offered outside of these four categories, it's unkind and probably inappropriate.
To truly be excellent, one must first have faced honest criticism. Otherwise, how will they improve?
Now, criticism has a time and place, and a manner and style. Offered outside of these four categories, it's unkind and probably inappropriate.
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