Written By Astraea
Jan. 26, 2018, 1:29 a.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
Lagoma's mercy teaches us to forgive and so I have. Many times before, but when it came to the Prince I felt like I owed him an apology. Not for any wrongs that I had done him but for how I might have looked askance or passed judgement on him, in private or otherwise. I'm ashamed that I did even if I never voiced it to anyone, I know in my heart that it was wrong. For this reason I try to stay away from making decisions about people based on what I hear about them, it's our deeds that matter.
He saved the Thrax and, while I'm not a tactician myself I've reviewed the journals and the writings on the War of Silence, the rest of the Compact.
Tonight Tori and I got the chance to have drinks with him and a good friend of mine, Princess Isabeau. She is such a sweet woman but that's a journal all to itself. Either way I'm grateful for getting a chance to hear more about his story, it's a hard one to hear but we've all had hardships. Despite all this he accepted my invitation to trade hot steel and the outcome of the match isn't as important as what I gleaned in the heat of battle.
Strength. Perseverance. Dedication.
Maybe I'm a fool but I think were these qualities used in the pursuit of a virtuous life he might be considered a hero someday.
He saved the Thrax and, while I'm not a tactician myself I've reviewed the journals and the writings on the War of Silence, the rest of the Compact.
Tonight Tori and I got the chance to have drinks with him and a good friend of mine, Princess Isabeau. She is such a sweet woman but that's a journal all to itself. Either way I'm grateful for getting a chance to hear more about his story, it's a hard one to hear but we've all had hardships. Despite all this he accepted my invitation to trade hot steel and the outcome of the match isn't as important as what I gleaned in the heat of battle.
Strength. Perseverance. Dedication.
Maybe I'm a fool but I think were these qualities used in the pursuit of a virtuous life he might be considered a hero someday.
Written By Ectorion
Jan. 26, 2018, 12:48 a.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
While at the service to Mangata, I witnessed a man whom rumor would have me believe a monster give as honest and reverent an observance and offering of prayer as any who had come to the shore. It was a strange moment, to realize my own hubris and arrogance, in having thought to know the nature of the man whom I had never met, and who I knew nearly nothing of. I had later a moment to speak with him, a shared drink before he sparred against Astraea.
He is not the man I had expected. Not at all the monster rumor would suggest. He is a man of duty and necessity, and I envy him not at all the path he has walked or the decisions he has had to make.
No, I found him to be a man of duty, with a deep devotion to his house and to the Compact. At the shore, I prayed that like the shifting tide takes away the marks upon the beach, Mangata would allow me to set aside those preconceptions. In doing so, I found a man I would be honored to stand beside in defense of the Compact he seems to deeply care about.
He is not the man I had expected. Not at all the monster rumor would suggest. He is a man of duty and necessity, and I envy him not at all the path he has walked or the decisions he has had to make.
No, I found him to be a man of duty, with a deep devotion to his house and to the Compact. At the shore, I prayed that like the shifting tide takes away the marks upon the beach, Mangata would allow me to set aside those preconceptions. In doing so, I found a man I would be honored to stand beside in defense of the Compact he seems to deeply care about.
Written By Sparte
Jan. 26, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
(To the tune of Blow Ye Winds)
I've heard it said down Southport way
And off in Setarco!
There's lovin' and fightin' to be had
If a-marryin' ye go!
(Chorus)
Blow ye winds in the mornin'
Blow ye winds, Hi-Ho!
Clear away you single gals
He's blown the winds, Hi-Ho
She'll load his gut with cake and pie
And drink up all his rum
And sure she'll make him happier
Before the week is done
The best man's drink is empty now
The drummer lookin' pale
Be careful where you step, me lads
I fear he's missed the pail
The lucky lass is soon to know
The glow of a woman, wed!
The Groom's been eatin' lard and cheese
And can sail a breeze in bed
The lass what fancies this her chance
To be the next to wed
She's scratching at her nethers there
And so's half the single lads
When they get home, rings on at last
A happy pair they'll be
Until the wine and rum is truly gone
Could've stayed at sea
I've heard it said down Southport way
And off in Setarco!
There's lovin' and fightin' to be had
If a-marryin' ye go!
(Chorus)
Blow ye winds in the mornin'
Blow ye winds, Hi-Ho!
Clear away you single gals
He's blown the winds, Hi-Ho
She'll load his gut with cake and pie
And drink up all his rum
And sure she'll make him happier
Before the week is done
The best man's drink is empty now
The drummer lookin' pale
Be careful where you step, me lads
I fear he's missed the pail
The lucky lass is soon to know
The glow of a woman, wed!
The Groom's been eatin' lard and cheese
And can sail a breeze in bed
The lass what fancies this her chance
To be the next to wed
She's scratching at her nethers there
And so's half the single lads
When they get home, rings on at last
A happy pair they'll be
Until the wine and rum is truly gone
Could've stayed at sea
Written By Tila
Jan. 25, 2018, 11:57 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
The twists and warrens of Compact genealogy never fail to fascinate me, especially when it's my own. I've never set foot in the Mourning Isles but, due to my uncle's marriage, Sanna has kin there. Who I've only just had the pleasure of meeting since coming to Arx. Lady Cassima is a merry drinking companion and entirely sweet. And she seems to she'd share my enthusiasm for a good book and quick wit. I think we'll be friends, as well as cousins.
Written By Audric
Jan. 25, 2018, 11:46 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I love the hell out of my piles of money, and plenty of people love me a lot! As long as you're properly charming, greed can basically be a virtue.
Written By Karadoc
Jan. 25, 2018, 11:26 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
An old cautionary fable, from my childhood. One of many.
The Bad Man sees his cousin. She has had quite the profitable year. The west wing was damaged in the summer storms. Could she not take the unexpected funds and repair her manor? No, says she, I will give that which I do not need to Gild. The Faith will give to the smallfolk, the Faith will take my cold coin and turn it into warm food and warm beds, and I will be blessed through their blessing.
The Bad Man sees the Knight of Solace. Her tabard is frayed. Could she not ask the Faith to spare some coin for her sewing? Oh, says she, I could, and there is power in looking splendid! The Faith knows this! But food is scarce in the south and I would not ask for the least bit for myself while the children go hungry.
The Bad Man sits with his legs crossed under him. He pulls out a pouch of coin, a very great pouch of coin. "But what about me?" he asks the heavens. "What about my pleasures? What about my ledgers? Can the smallfolk enjoy my coin half as much as I can? For I enjoy my coin greatly. I could enjoy my coin all the fiercer knowing that my perfume is worth the meals of a half-dozen children. I could anticipate silk hangings around my bed all the more richly by knowing a peasant's home might have been livable for the cost. For the worth of a thing is in its weight. The worth of a thing is in what others lack because I have!"
And so the Bad Man goes, loveless, loveless.
The Bad Man sees his cousin. She has had quite the profitable year. The west wing was damaged in the summer storms. Could she not take the unexpected funds and repair her manor? No, says she, I will give that which I do not need to Gild. The Faith will give to the smallfolk, the Faith will take my cold coin and turn it into warm food and warm beds, and I will be blessed through their blessing.
The Bad Man sees the Knight of Solace. Her tabard is frayed. Could she not ask the Faith to spare some coin for her sewing? Oh, says she, I could, and there is power in looking splendid! The Faith knows this! But food is scarce in the south and I would not ask for the least bit for myself while the children go hungry.
The Bad Man sits with his legs crossed under him. He pulls out a pouch of coin, a very great pouch of coin. "But what about me?" he asks the heavens. "What about my pleasures? What about my ledgers? Can the smallfolk enjoy my coin half as much as I can? For I enjoy my coin greatly. I could enjoy my coin all the fiercer knowing that my perfume is worth the meals of a half-dozen children. I could anticipate silk hangings around my bed all the more richly by knowing a peasant's home might have been livable for the cost. For the worth of a thing is in its weight. The worth of a thing is in what others lack because I have!"
And so the Bad Man goes, loveless, loveless.
Written By Victus
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:54 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
I've had some days now to mull over the fact that you're out of this world. Back on the Wheel, somewhere else. Shit. I seen a thousand people die and I'll see thousands more, but yours really got to me. Ya know? You weren't so bad. You did a shit-load for me, maybe without realizing it too. I called so few people 'friend' in this city. Somehow we both hit it off onto being something that actually liked being around each other.
I miss it a lot. Those nights we spent on the ship. When we holed up and drank whiskey till we were fucking smashed. Talking about all the shit we hated and how much we did, then going on to some of the shit we actually liked. It was fun, ya' know?
Maybe sometime in a few hundred years we'll both come back around to do it all again. If we're lucky. I still got your shell and I'm gonna be keeping it in my back pocket from now on. Little piece of you to blame if I get fucked up somewhere down the line.
You stay safe out there, Freja.
I miss it a lot. Those nights we spent on the ship. When we holed up and drank whiskey till we were fucking smashed. Talking about all the shit we hated and how much we did, then going on to some of the shit we actually liked. It was fun, ya' know?
Maybe sometime in a few hundred years we'll both come back around to do it all again. If we're lucky. I still got your shell and I'm gonna be keeping it in my back pocket from now on. Little piece of you to blame if I get fucked up somewhere down the line.
You stay safe out there, Freja.
Written By Ianna
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
They tell me that spoken words have power, and words set to music particularly so, but they cannot tell me how it works. I wonder... is it the vibrations made by these particular sounds? How did these sounds come into existence? Why do we even have these words at all?
Written By Cigano
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victoria
After arriving in the city, I have had a difficult time of it. Finding a place where people are welcoming to anyone has been something of a mystery until I wandered into the Hart. Something about this places calls to my very core. I don't know if it has a spirit that just is like mine, or if spirit has driven me to it, but I know was to be there. Victoria has been more than welcoming and seems to be interested in helping me find some work.
Next step will be getting the word out that a skilled reader and remedy man has come to town and see if I can work my old trade. Been far to long since I got to grace the houses of nobles and entertained the fairer folks.
Next step will be getting the word out that a skilled reader and remedy man has come to town and see if I can work my old trade. Been far to long since I got to grace the houses of nobles and entertained the fairer folks.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Pink enamels, actually all of the 'warm color' enamels, all have a measure of gold to them, which means they lose their colors faster when you fire them. So I have to do them in layers, and last, to get the right hues in place before they burn out. It's rewarding work, the color of enamel on fine silver is breathtaking, no paint or pigment to paper can ever replicate it.
Satisfying job to say the least.
Satisfying job to say the least.
Written By Avaline
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:07 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Well, I didn't mean to say that we don't want any petty squabbles in the journals. What else am I supposed to read over my morning tea? I just feel voices of great houses perhaps should be held to a greater standard.That said, I'm okay with leaving them to settle their own problems, though perhaps over tea we might discuss some other entertaining news, especially if you've heard anything particularly interesting!
Written By Thena
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:56 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristan
Kinda jealous.
Written By Mydas
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:54 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
A shame, one could build a case solely with White Journals.
Written By Tristan
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:54 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Too late.
On the other hand, the king is perfectly aware the only things I am fit to be in charge of are animals and booze.
On the other hand, the king is perfectly aware the only things I am fit to be in charge of are animals and booze.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:48 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
A lot of drama surrounding white journals recently. They feel less like a religious obligation and more like gossip penned down. And while I do not feel the same religious obligation as a practitioner I am still surpised at what the journals are being used for.
To a more personal matter, my cousin Cassima Thrax and my sister Tila Sanna and I met a few days ago in my hall, had drinks and spoke of family. It was the first time my sister and my cousin met, and it was a great experience. All three of us enjoyed it, but especially my cousin. I have the feeling that she is going to grow quite fond of House Sanna.
To a more personal matter, my cousin Cassima Thrax and my sister Tila Sanna and I met a few days ago in my hall, had drinks and spoke of family. It was the first time my sister and my cousin met, and it was a great experience. All three of us enjoyed it, but especially my cousin. I have the feeling that she is going to grow quite fond of House Sanna.
Written By Thena
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:41 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristan
Just don't let anyone put you in charge of anything.
Written By Tristan
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:38 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Bastien
Sssh, don't write that so loud. They might catch on.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:38 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Princesses swear. I mean, the really proper, lovely ones. Who knew? I'm tickled.
Written By Tristan
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:33 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
The freedom to squabble in as undignified a manner as I chose in the whites seems like a compelling reason to remain a commoner.
Written By Cassima
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:02 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Note to self: Find a house with a herald of a rabbit.
Find the rabbit, of any color.
Perhaps white.
Find the white rabbit.
Follow the white rabbit.
Find the rabbit, of any color.
Perhaps white.
Find the white rabbit.
Follow the white rabbit.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.