Written By Jael
Jan. 26, 2018, 11:12 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
I don’t think you’re making the argument you think you’re making.
Written By Cassima
Jan. 26, 2018, 11:03 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tila
Your brother indicated we had much in common, and I daresay he was right in that regard. Mi familia, I cannot wait to know you better.
Written By Cassima
Jan. 26, 2018, 11:03 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
Thank you again for your warmth and hospitality. It pleases me to no end to better know my Northern side. I hope for many similar evenings spent with your family in our futures.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 26, 2018, 11:01 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
Cousin,
It saddens me that you feel that this is the only thing flowers -- or ladies -- are good for.
It saddens me that you feel that this is the only thing flowers -- or ladies -- are good for.
Written By Mydas
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:59 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
Cousin, I doubt you'll be able to save a metaphor that compares the women of this city to something easily plucked from the ground or trampled underfoot.
Written By Cassima
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:56 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
All hail the pirate king?
Written By Harlan
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:51 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
To repeat something sent in a messenger.
That's the thing -- flowers aren't just pretty and smell good. They're very useful for a number of things. Medicine, perfume, dyes -- just to name a few. Perhaps people should be slower to jump to conclusions lest they fall on their backsides.
That's the thing -- flowers aren't just pretty and smell good. They're very useful for a number of things. Medicine, perfume, dyes -- just to name a few. Perhaps people should be slower to jump to conclusions lest they fall on their backsides.
Written By Lucita
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:41 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
A few idle musings about, languages, symbolism.
(Warning: Stop reading now if you find rambling thoughts from too many glasses of wine while waiting for others to return home boring.)
Lord Tomwell commented about an orange rose and its meaning in his white journal. Makes me wonder if the Knight of Roses has returned to Arx and is once more teaching the language of roses to others. A long time ago Lord Ignacio taught me that with roses yellow meant jealousy and infidelity, red was courage, respect, not just love and passion but additionally, the various shades of red meant emphasis on different things, and I forgot the details. Pink was platonic love or friendship, and that was as far as the lesson got. Then he sent a vase full of different colored roses that added to my confusion.
(No, this is not a response about Duke Harlan's mention of flowers, it is simply relating a memory.)
Lord Arik used to try to explain the language and meaning of furs to me. They have to be gotten yourself, not just purchased to have true meaning (other than I'm cold, this would be warm). I am so _not_ going to hunt down, kill a bear and give its skin to Baron Estaban to make him realize he has to pay attention to what I am saying and show am a strong capable woman. I've got my own ways of doing that, none of which I am willing to discuss. Nor am I going to hunt white bunnies to let their fur imply anyone is helpless or a coward. Lord Arik once asked what color roses meant disdain or hatred, anger. I did not know! Will have to ask Lord Ignacio when he returns to Arx.
Wines have their own meanings and symbolism. They have nuances like a backward or closed flavor needs to mature and grow up or a flabby wine has a flavor of disappointment. A simple journal entry would turn into a thick tome if I got into that detail. So I won't. You're welcome.
(Warning: Stop reading now if you find rambling thoughts from too many glasses of wine while waiting for others to return home boring.)
Lord Tomwell commented about an orange rose and its meaning in his white journal. Makes me wonder if the Knight of Roses has returned to Arx and is once more teaching the language of roses to others. A long time ago Lord Ignacio taught me that with roses yellow meant jealousy and infidelity, red was courage, respect, not just love and passion but additionally, the various shades of red meant emphasis on different things, and I forgot the details. Pink was platonic love or friendship, and that was as far as the lesson got. Then he sent a vase full of different colored roses that added to my confusion.
(No, this is not a response about Duke Harlan's mention of flowers, it is simply relating a memory.)
Lord Arik used to try to explain the language and meaning of furs to me. They have to be gotten yourself, not just purchased to have true meaning (other than I'm cold, this would be warm). I am so _not_ going to hunt down, kill a bear and give its skin to Baron Estaban to make him realize he has to pay attention to what I am saying and show am a strong capable woman. I've got my own ways of doing that, none of which I am willing to discuss. Nor am I going to hunt white bunnies to let their fur imply anyone is helpless or a coward. Lord Arik once asked what color roses meant disdain or hatred, anger. I did not know! Will have to ask Lord Ignacio when he returns to Arx.
Wines have their own meanings and symbolism. They have nuances like a backward or closed flavor needs to mature and grow up or a flabby wine has a flavor of disappointment. A simple journal entry would turn into a thick tome if I got into that detail. So I won't. You're welcome.
Written By Samantha
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:37 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
That sound you hear is me somewhere in the back, clapping. Well said!
Also, in regard to your question...I'd be honored.
Also, in regard to your question...I'd be honored.
Written By Kael
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:34 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
If you are able to be a flail, I would like to be a mace.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:33 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
A most functional and glorious bloom, to be sure. And I imagine that in motion, you are a spectacularly lethal bouquet.
Written By Aiden
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:31 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
That was quite the night at the Hundred Cities!
Thank you to Sparte and Waldemai in particular for coming out to celebrate Estaban's last night unwed! It was spontaneous and a lot of good fun. There were sea shanties sung and plenty to drink.
Congratulations my friend. May your house grow strong with your marriage.
Thank you to Sparte and Waldemai in particular for coming out to celebrate Estaban's last night unwed! It was spontaneous and a lot of good fun. There were sea shanties sung and plenty to drink.
Congratulations my friend. May your house grow strong with your marriage.
Written By Alis
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:23 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
Personally, if I am going to be a flower or an ornament, I am going to be a dangerous one. A flower with the sharpest thorns. An ornament with SPIKES and a hilt to... oh wait, that's a flail. I am a dangerous flail!
Written By Archeron
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:16 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
That was a very creepy way to put it, Cousin.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 26, 2018, 10:11 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
The women of this city, be they noble or common, be they unmarried or not, are not flowers to decorate some noble's hall or chamber. Look to our warriors, our scholars, our leaders of the faith, our craftspeople, our diplomats, our justice. If one sees the women you are meeting as sweetly scented ornaments, one of which might fulfill a 'need', you will be missing out rather entirely on seeing the gardens, the forests, the continents each and every one of us is capable of being.
Each with the potential for thorns, for worms in the roots, for the richness of the soil that raised us up.
And yes. Occasionally having to deal with rather a lot of bull-droppings to deal with when it comes to fertilization.
Each with the potential for thorns, for worms in the roots, for the richness of the soil that raised us up.
And yes. Occasionally having to deal with rather a lot of bull-droppings to deal with when it comes to fertilization.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 26, 2018, 9:47 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
It is interesting how many unmarried noble women there are in the city at this time. I seem to find one around every corner, almost. I'm not complaining -- they're almost all beautiful and pleasant. It's akin to walking into a field and seeing an abundance of beautiful flowers of every type surrounding you. It's enough to take one's breath away, almost.
Of course, I have to remember that no matter how beautiful or aromatic a flower might be, it has to fit the need -- I was reminded of that last night. Thank you for that.
Of course, I have to remember that no matter how beautiful or aromatic a flower might be, it has to fit the need -- I was reminded of that last night. Thank you for that.
Written By Duarte
Jan. 26, 2018, 3:32 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Would you like to feel as spoiled as the greatest of royalty?
Now - you can!
Seek out Lottie Parkins and her basket, filled with delicious home baked treats.
I sampled her spiced cherry pie. The greatest scholars have yet to invent the proper polysyllabic nomenclature to accurately describe the flavour.
Now - you can!
Seek out Lottie Parkins and her basket, filled with delicious home baked treats.
I sampled her spiced cherry pie. The greatest scholars have yet to invent the proper polysyllabic nomenclature to accurately describe the flavour.
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 26, 2018, 2:52 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Prince Laric lead a crusade to wipe out corruption with the Inquisition.
Princess Cara is constantly buried in research trying to return knowledge, and forewarn the Compact of our enemies and other threats.
Princess Tikva has sung away abyssal forces on multiple occasions.
Princess Lou has taken up the Society of Explorer's-- an organization dedicated to exploring the world we have forgotten.
Princess Sabella has spoken with absolute wisdom and offered diplomatic advice.
Prince Mason is always researching ways to help the Compact, and has worked hard to help the plight of Thralls.
Prince Calarian convinced an entire tribe to join us and fight together with us during the Silent War.
Princess Peregrine brought us those people, and died for us in the forest fighting against the Follies.
Prince Aiden does his best to help the animals of the Compact, and works toward training the Grayson forces that are trained as archers.
Prince Luca has fought in many a battle to protect the Compact.
Princess Lark has offered time and time again personal sacrifice for the Compact.
Princess Reese leads our forces against our enemies.
My entire family, not just one, has done their best to keep the Compact safe. I know not a single member of my family who has not done their part for the Compact. For that is what we are:
We are Graysons, and we have a duty to the Compact, and we do our best to fulfill it.
None Greater Than Grayson!
Princess Cara is constantly buried in research trying to return knowledge, and forewarn the Compact of our enemies and other threats.
Princess Tikva has sung away abyssal forces on multiple occasions.
Princess Lou has taken up the Society of Explorer's-- an organization dedicated to exploring the world we have forgotten.
Princess Sabella has spoken with absolute wisdom and offered diplomatic advice.
Prince Mason is always researching ways to help the Compact, and has worked hard to help the plight of Thralls.
Prince Calarian convinced an entire tribe to join us and fight together with us during the Silent War.
Princess Peregrine brought us those people, and died for us in the forest fighting against the Follies.
Prince Aiden does his best to help the animals of the Compact, and works toward training the Grayson forces that are trained as archers.
Prince Luca has fought in many a battle to protect the Compact.
Princess Lark has offered time and time again personal sacrifice for the Compact.
Princess Reese leads our forces against our enemies.
My entire family, not just one, has done their best to keep the Compact safe. I know not a single member of my family who has not done their part for the Compact. For that is what we are:
We are Graysons, and we have a duty to the Compact, and we do our best to fulfill it.
None Greater Than Grayson!
Written By Aureth
Jan. 26, 2018, 2:34 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Periodically people in this city take it into their heads to post up white journals about how great a guy Abbas Thrax is. Such a nice man. Not even a little empirically horrific.
I have asked Brother Gregory to keep track of this for me so that whenever it happens, he can bring me a copy of the page in question and a fresh bottle of wine. I would use whiskey, but I would probably die.
Every time someone extols his virtues, comments on his heroism, or otherwise discusses his military prowess without reference to his unfortunate habit of murdering innocents and using diseased children as weapons of war, I take a drink. If someone calls him honorable or implies that his actions have never been a hideous offense to the gods, I have to finish the bottle.
It had been awhile, but Gregory remembered the game.
I have asked Brother Gregory to keep track of this for me so that whenever it happens, he can bring me a copy of the page in question and a fresh bottle of wine. I would use whiskey, but I would probably die.
Every time someone extols his virtues, comments on his heroism, or otherwise discusses his military prowess without reference to his unfortunate habit of murdering innocents and using diseased children as weapons of war, I take a drink. If someone calls him honorable or implies that his actions have never been a hideous offense to the gods, I have to finish the bottle.
It had been awhile, but Gregory remembered the game.
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 26, 2018, 2:03 a.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
This may be long, and if you read it you may judge me more harshly than you have before. I would understand anyone's judgment. This journal will also be as honest as I can make it.
My name is Ainsley Grayson, I am a Prince. I am a Voice. I am the Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard. I am a Disciple of Gloria. I am the Paladin of the Sword.
It is the last title that weighs upon me as I write this journal. As I do not feel I deserve this title. Unfortunately, it is not one that I could give up even if I chose to. Gloria, Vellichor, and Jayus blessed me as the Paladin of the the Triad of Arts and Science. Gloria's strength flowed through me when I faced Tolomar Brand.
It is not my place to question the will of the Gods. So I will not question why they accepted me as their paladin during the Silent War. It is, however, my place to question if I am living up to their expectations.
And I must say that I am not.
I have acted, recently and in the past, with a shameful lack of dignity, grace, and honor. What I write next is not an attempt to excuse my behavior but to explain it. To myself as well as to any who would learn of me in the future and perhaps to my contemporaries.
I have dreamt of Gloria my entire life-- or as much of it as to be my entire life. From the first time I picked up a training sword I have dreamt of her. She trains me until I am exhausted. She is the sternest, most harsh teacher I have ever had. And yet she smiles just as much as she chastises. She laughs as much as she yells. She encourages as much as she pushes. She enjoys the battle with such a fierceness I cannot even explain it.
I have never doubted, for one second, that Gloria was with me when I have picked up a sword. So I have shamed myself with my actions, and her, for not acting in a way that is befitting of her. It is frustration that has lead me to this behavior. To these outbursts. To hot tempered words.
Gloria calls me to fight, but if I am constantly being defeated in the sands... how can I ever live up to what she asks of me? It is not my place to question the Gods, but I do not always have the faith in myself that Gloria has in me. I swear that I try to view each loss as a lesson, as a way to learn something, to better perfect my sword arm.
But when it is loss, after loss, after loss.... And when it is to someone who outshines me in everything that she does. Frustration at myself rides me so hard that I last out. Angry with myself but directed outwards. To the people around me, like a child throwing a tantrum.
I have shamed myself and my Goddess, and it is time to stop acting like a child.
Gloria cares not if I win or lose a spar. All she cares is that I have acted with honor in my fight.
All she cares is that I have fought with all of my heart.
And I shall.
My name is Ainsley Grayson, I am a Prince. I am a Voice. I am the Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard. I am a Disciple of Gloria. I am the Paladin of the Sword.
It is the last title that weighs upon me as I write this journal. As I do not feel I deserve this title. Unfortunately, it is not one that I could give up even if I chose to. Gloria, Vellichor, and Jayus blessed me as the Paladin of the the Triad of Arts and Science. Gloria's strength flowed through me when I faced Tolomar Brand.
It is not my place to question the will of the Gods. So I will not question why they accepted me as their paladin during the Silent War. It is, however, my place to question if I am living up to their expectations.
And I must say that I am not.
I have acted, recently and in the past, with a shameful lack of dignity, grace, and honor. What I write next is not an attempt to excuse my behavior but to explain it. To myself as well as to any who would learn of me in the future and perhaps to my contemporaries.
I have dreamt of Gloria my entire life-- or as much of it as to be my entire life. From the first time I picked up a training sword I have dreamt of her. She trains me until I am exhausted. She is the sternest, most harsh teacher I have ever had. And yet she smiles just as much as she chastises. She laughs as much as she yells. She encourages as much as she pushes. She enjoys the battle with such a fierceness I cannot even explain it.
I have never doubted, for one second, that Gloria was with me when I have picked up a sword. So I have shamed myself with my actions, and her, for not acting in a way that is befitting of her. It is frustration that has lead me to this behavior. To these outbursts. To hot tempered words.
Gloria calls me to fight, but if I am constantly being defeated in the sands... how can I ever live up to what she asks of me? It is not my place to question the Gods, but I do not always have the faith in myself that Gloria has in me. I swear that I try to view each loss as a lesson, as a way to learn something, to better perfect my sword arm.
But when it is loss, after loss, after loss.... And when it is to someone who outshines me in everything that she does. Frustration at myself rides me so hard that I last out. Angry with myself but directed outwards. To the people around me, like a child throwing a tantrum.
I have shamed myself and my Goddess, and it is time to stop acting like a child.
Gloria cares not if I win or lose a spar. All she cares is that I have acted with honor in my fight.
All she cares is that I have fought with all of my heart.
And I shall.
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