Written By Veronica
Dec. 29, 2017, 7:36 p.m.(11/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
I must admit that I found few occasions to speak to my cousin when Aunt Margerie brought him into the fold. I assumed he was learning nobility and I had been mostly soldiering and engrossed in my duties. I was determined to become Keaton in my own right. Now that I've found my way to his house in Arx, I should finally get to know him better. *Especially* if there's support needed in Keaton matters.
Written By Reigna
Dec. 29, 2017, 4:54 p.m.(11/12/1007 AR)
Apparently, there are mermaids! Unicorns, dragons and mermaids. So much wonder, so much to understand and experience and see. I hope I get a chance to meet them. To see them. To understand. That is something that has always been with me. This desire to understand, to experience. Is that not what life is all about?
Written By Merek
Dec. 29, 2017, 3:38 p.m.(11/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Wynna
Someone that wishes to become a full Scholar it would seem. Researches a lot, and I like that she is working towards goals. Either way it is nice to meet new people, even if I am not as social as I used to be.
Written By Caspian
Dec. 29, 2017, 2:34 p.m.(11/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
My best drinking buddy!
Written By Caspian
Dec. 29, 2017, 2:31 p.m.(11/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zalika
A sexy little tailor who has caught my eye
Written By Madeleine
Dec. 29, 2017, 1:21 p.m.(11/11/1007 AR)
I challenge the readers of these journals to keep cloud diaries - tell what shapes and signs you see in the skies overhead so that, perhaps, we may learn from them. Clouds tell us a lot about our selves as well; what we see can reflect who we are at heart and what our minds first leap to when identifying images.
Written By Eleyna
Dec. 29, 2017, 12:44 p.m.(11/11/1007 AR)
Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willing to wait for it
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willing to wait for it
Written By Brady
Dec. 29, 2017, 7:08 a.m.(11/11/1007 AR)
All day drinking at the Murder of Crows. No sign of Magpie yet, but I'm sure I'll find him soon enough. So for now I'm just sitting around, /rotting/. All of this talent going to waste. /Itching/ for something to do. It's torture! Horrible. This is no way to live. No, Brady, this is no way to live. Tomorrow I should talk to the Few, see if they have anything exciting. Back to old Brady! Yes, that's the spirit! Look at you, already back on your feet!
Written By Reese
Dec. 29, 2017, 5:16 a.m.(11/11/1007 AR)
I think that Baron Estaban found a woman worthy of himself in Lady Lucita and that Lady Lucita found a man worthy of herself in Baron Estaban. I mean this is the best possible way. They both are amazing people. I can't wait to see what their kids are like. Probably beautiful, intelligent, musical and nimble - singing warriors.
Reese
Reese
Written By Reese
Dec. 29, 2017, 5:12 a.m.(11/11/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
I very much recommend the company of Seraph Ailith. She is calm, wise, measured and intelligent. I suppose there is a reason why she is the Palace Seraph.
Written By Ann
Dec. 29, 2017, 4:48 a.m.(11/11/1007 AR)
Farhaven is lovely during Autumn. I urge you all to visit it, should the desire and need for adventure arise.
While on my way back, we camped by the Gray River and were joined by a traveling family (a very, very large one) but I had the opportunity to dine with them and enjoy an ancient blind woman who told stories to the children after dinner and just before bed - part of the meal had been strawberries, and she told us a story handed down by her grandmother and so forth that I thought was so charming (even upon reading it now) that I have taken a moment to pen it in the great library. Enjoy.
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In the High and Far off times, my best Beloveds, in the beginning of the world there lived the First Man and First Woman. Together they built a lodge at the edge of a dense forest. They were very happy together; but like all humans do at times, they began to argue.
Of course, this wasn't their first argument (not even their second) but always First Woman would take a little trip through the forest and see something that reminded her of the First Man (one of his more endearing qualities) and she would pause and look back toward her home, have fond memories of the First Man, and return before dusk.
No, no one quite remembers what the argument was about and truth be told, not the purpose of this story. But I digress--
The First Woman became so angry she said she was leaving and never coming back.
At that moment, First Man really didn't care.
First Woman started walking eastward down the path through the forest. She never looked back.
Eventually the day wore on and it became close to dusk, and the First Man noticed his wife had not come back yet. He began to worry.
At last he started down the same path in search of his wife.
The Sun (who had seen the whole thing) looked down on First Man and took pity on him. And seeing as how he was going to retire for the night, finally asked the First Man: "Are you still angry with First Woman?"
The First Man took a moment to think this over and search his true feelings, "No. Not any more," he said.
"So, you want her back then?" The Sun inquired.
"Yes, of course." said the First Man.
The Sun then found the First Woman still angrily walking down the path far ahead of him.
To entice her to stop, the Sun caused to grow beneath her feet lovely blueberries. Previously, the blueberries had served to remind her of her first Birthday gift from the First Man and gave her pause to remember his thoughtfulness. These blueberries were sweet and fragrant but, unfortunately, the First Woman was still so angry she paid no attention to them but kept walking down the path toward the West.
Further down, the Sun caused luscious blackberries to spring up on either side of the path. Previously the blackberries had served to remind her of the First Anniversary, when the First Man brought her a bushel and together they had dined on them under the stars. These blackberries were dark and very plump but, unfortunately, the First Woman looked neither left nor right, but kept walking down the path toward the West.
The Sun was vexed - these had all worked before to entice her to stop and remember the First Man, why not now?
So he tried again. He willed divine raspberries to grow in a spectacular arch above the path, but the First Woman was /still/ very angry, she never even took notice, but kept walking down the path toward the West. Previously, the First Woman had stumbled upon them and was reminded of how the sweetness of the raspberries flavored the meat of a special dinner and also of the discovery of the First Wine which they drank to celebrate the news of their First Pregnancy.
"Apparently," The Sun thought, "this is serious business."
He'd never seen the First Woman so angry. He realized it would take something /special/. So, he slept on it.
When he awoke the next morning, she was still on her path and making great distance on the First Man.
So, he willed that a new plant grow over the path - one that had never been seen on Aion before. It covered the earth with dense, shiny, cool green leaves with fragrant white flowers and large juicy red berries that captured the cool dew of the morning.
The First Woman's attention was pulled away from her anger by the fragrance, and she realized how thirsty she was. She gave her pause by this strange red berry and she picked one - she had never tasted anything quite like it. It was equal parts sweet and tart. She thought about how if it were less tart, she wouldn't appreciate the sweetness anymore and if it were more tart, it would be unpalatable. It was tempered and balanced.
The anger she felt began to fade away.
She thought of her husband and how they had parted in anger. How their partnership was equal parts sweet and tart, like the strawberry. Soon the First Woman found she missed the First Man and longed to return home to share them with him.
The First Woman then gathered some of the berries (as many as she could carry) and turned toward the East and started back down the path. Soon she met First Man. Together they shared the berries, and then hand in hand, they walked back to their lodge.
It's not clear in the tale if the First Man or First Woman apologized first, but regardless, the outcome was the same: the First Woman never left 'for good' again even though they had their fair share of arguments until the end of their days.
While on my way back, we camped by the Gray River and were joined by a traveling family (a very, very large one) but I had the opportunity to dine with them and enjoy an ancient blind woman who told stories to the children after dinner and just before bed - part of the meal had been strawberries, and she told us a story handed down by her grandmother and so forth that I thought was so charming (even upon reading it now) that I have taken a moment to pen it in the great library. Enjoy.
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In the High and Far off times, my best Beloveds, in the beginning of the world there lived the First Man and First Woman. Together they built a lodge at the edge of a dense forest. They were very happy together; but like all humans do at times, they began to argue.
Of course, this wasn't their first argument (not even their second) but always First Woman would take a little trip through the forest and see something that reminded her of the First Man (one of his more endearing qualities) and she would pause and look back toward her home, have fond memories of the First Man, and return before dusk.
No, no one quite remembers what the argument was about and truth be told, not the purpose of this story. But I digress--
The First Woman became so angry she said she was leaving and never coming back.
At that moment, First Man really didn't care.
First Woman started walking eastward down the path through the forest. She never looked back.
Eventually the day wore on and it became close to dusk, and the First Man noticed his wife had not come back yet. He began to worry.
At last he started down the same path in search of his wife.
The Sun (who had seen the whole thing) looked down on First Man and took pity on him. And seeing as how he was going to retire for the night, finally asked the First Man: "Are you still angry with First Woman?"
The First Man took a moment to think this over and search his true feelings, "No. Not any more," he said.
"So, you want her back then?" The Sun inquired.
"Yes, of course." said the First Man.
The Sun then found the First Woman still angrily walking down the path far ahead of him.
To entice her to stop, the Sun caused to grow beneath her feet lovely blueberries. Previously, the blueberries had served to remind her of her first Birthday gift from the First Man and gave her pause to remember his thoughtfulness. These blueberries were sweet and fragrant but, unfortunately, the First Woman was still so angry she paid no attention to them but kept walking down the path toward the West.
Further down, the Sun caused luscious blackberries to spring up on either side of the path. Previously the blackberries had served to remind her of the First Anniversary, when the First Man brought her a bushel and together they had dined on them under the stars. These blackberries were dark and very plump but, unfortunately, the First Woman looked neither left nor right, but kept walking down the path toward the West.
The Sun was vexed - these had all worked before to entice her to stop and remember the First Man, why not now?
So he tried again. He willed divine raspberries to grow in a spectacular arch above the path, but the First Woman was /still/ very angry, she never even took notice, but kept walking down the path toward the West. Previously, the First Woman had stumbled upon them and was reminded of how the sweetness of the raspberries flavored the meat of a special dinner and also of the discovery of the First Wine which they drank to celebrate the news of their First Pregnancy.
"Apparently," The Sun thought, "this is serious business."
He'd never seen the First Woman so angry. He realized it would take something /special/. So, he slept on it.
When he awoke the next morning, she was still on her path and making great distance on the First Man.
So, he willed that a new plant grow over the path - one that had never been seen on Aion before. It covered the earth with dense, shiny, cool green leaves with fragrant white flowers and large juicy red berries that captured the cool dew of the morning.
The First Woman's attention was pulled away from her anger by the fragrance, and she realized how thirsty she was. She gave her pause by this strange red berry and she picked one - she had never tasted anything quite like it. It was equal parts sweet and tart. She thought about how if it were less tart, she wouldn't appreciate the sweetness anymore and if it were more tart, it would be unpalatable. It was tempered and balanced.
The anger she felt began to fade away.
She thought of her husband and how they had parted in anger. How their partnership was equal parts sweet and tart, like the strawberry. Soon the First Woman found she missed the First Man and longed to return home to share them with him.
The First Woman then gathered some of the berries (as many as she could carry) and turned toward the East and started back down the path. Soon she met First Man. Together they shared the berries, and then hand in hand, they walked back to their lodge.
It's not clear in the tale if the First Man or First Woman apologized first, but regardless, the outcome was the same: the First Woman never left 'for good' again even though they had their fair share of arguments until the end of their days.
Written By Vanora
Dec. 29, 2017, 1:02 a.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
He's interesting. Holds some /very/ strong opinions but he's hardly the only one.
I am curious as to what kind of conversationalist he will be when the churning presence beneath the waters is dealt with, and there is more time for intellectual pursuits.
The mind is a muscle too. Actually I'm rather certain it is not. The sciences were never my strength.
I am curious as to what kind of conversationalist he will be when the churning presence beneath the waters is dealt with, and there is more time for intellectual pursuits.
The mind is a muscle too. Actually I'm rather certain it is not. The sciences were never my strength.
Written By Calista
Dec. 29, 2017, 12:37 a.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
I always make the acquaintance of the most interesting people.
Written By Thesarin
Dec. 29, 2017, 12:24 a.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
Once there was a man named Lightfoot. He was called Lightfoot because he ran without a sound, so fast and light he ran across treetops without dropping a leaf, and across rivers without making a ripple. He lived with his people, but he left to search and to hunt and to sleep under the stars, and then he would go back to his people.
Lightfoot had a brother, and his brother was called Wildfire, because he left ash and death behind him. Wildfire was in a rage, because Three-Times-Blessed had killed Wildfire's friend. Wildfire said to Lightfoot, I will kill Three-Times-Blessed. I will burn her village to ash, throw her people's bodies into the river, and drown her in the muck beside her sacred spring.
Lightfoot was afraid for his brother, because he knew Three-Times-Blessed was guarded by a man called Unbroken, and Unbroken had skin that could not be cut. Lightfoot said to his brother, do not go to do this thing, because even you cannot kill a man whose skin cannot be cut. Do not do this thing, or you will die. And Wildfire said, I will kill Three-Times-Blessed. I will burn her village to ash, throw her people's bodies into the river, and drown her in the muck beside her sacred spring. And Wildfire went off through the woods to Three-Times-Blessed's sacred spring.
Lightfoot was afraid for his brother, so he ran to reach Three-Times-Blessed at her sacred spring first. He ran without a sound, so fast and light he ran across treetops without dropping a leaf, and across rivers without making a ripple, which is why they called him Lightfoot. He ran so light that Wildfire did not see him in the woods, and so fast he reached Three-Times-Blessed and her sacred spring three days faster than Wildfire.
When Lightfoot reached Three-Times-Blessed at her sacred spring, Unbroken was there guarding her. Unbroken said, this is Lightfoot, brother of Wildfire, whose friend you have killed. Unbroken said, I will kill him, and when Wildfire comes, I will kill Wildfire too. And Lightfoot was afraid, and not only afraid for his brother.
But Lightfoot was cunning, so he thought of a lie. Lightfoot said, do not kill me, I am not here because you killed Wildfire's friend. I am here because there is a monster in the woods that will kill us all. Its teeth and claws are sharper than swords, and it will kill anyone who fights it but Unbroken, whose skin cannot be cut. And Lightfoot said, but if Unbroken fights it here, it will kill him anyway, because it will kill anyone who looks at it without covering their eyes in a salve that can only be found two days away from here. This was all a lie, because Lightfoot was cunning.
Unbroken said, Lightfoot is lying, and I will kill him, and when Wildfire comes I will kill him too. And Lightfoot was afraid, but he was cunning, so Lightfoot said, Three-Times Blessed, look into your sacred spring and see what is going to happen. So Three-Times-Blessed looked into her sacred spring to see what was going to happen. And Three-Times-Blessed saw her village burned to ash, and her people's bodies thrown into the river, and herself drowned in the muck beside her sacred spring. And Three-Times-Blessed was afraid, and she said to Unbroken, go with Lightfoot to the river two days away, and put the salve on your eyes, and kill this monster before it burns down our village, and throws our people's bodies into the river, and drowns me in the muck beside my sacred spring. And so Lightfoot and Unbroken went out into the woods together.
Lightfoot took Unbroken into the woods and across the river and up the hills and down the hills. When they had been walking in the woods for two days, Lightfoot took Unbroken to a river, and Lightfoot said, this is the river whose mud will make the salve, so you can see the monster and live. And then you can fight it, because your skin cannot be cut, and you will save us all. And Lightfoot took plants to make the salve that Unbroken thought would let him see the monster and live, but this was a lie that Lightfoot had told him. Lightfoot mixed up a salve of mud, and pitch, and stinging-nettle, and gave it to Unbroken, and said, this is the special salve. And Unbroken put it on his eyes, and Unbroken screamed, and he said, Lightfoot! This is not a salve to let me see the monster and live! I have put stinging-nettle in my eyes and now I am blind! But Lightfoot did not hear him, because he had run away, so fast and so light he ran across the treetops without dropping a leaf. He ran and left Unbroken blind with stinging-nettle in his eyes two days away from Three-Times-Blessed and her sacred spring.
So when Wildfire came to the sacred spring of Three-Times-Blessed, Unbroken was a day away in the woods with stinging-nettle in his eyes. Without Unbroken, there was no one who could stop him, and so Wildfire left ash and death behind him. He burned the village, threw the people's bodies in the river, and drowned Three-Times-Blessed in the muck beside her sacred spring. The river ran so red that it stained the chests of the birds who were bathing, and they are still red on their chest today. And when Unbroken came back to his village, and saw it burned to ash, and the people's bodies thrown into the river, and Three-Times-Blessed drowned in the muck beside her sacred spring, and Unbroken died at the sight of it, even though his skin could not be cut.
And when Lightfoot went back to Wildfire and told him what had happened, Wildfire embraced him, and gave him the seat of honor beside the fire, and named Lightfoot a hero of his people.
--From the Collected Lore of the Grey Forest Prodigals, organized by Countess Mia Riven, AR 1007 (Variations of the story found among Greenwood, Fire-Touched, Redcrow, and Stone River tribes)
Lightfoot had a brother, and his brother was called Wildfire, because he left ash and death behind him. Wildfire was in a rage, because Three-Times-Blessed had killed Wildfire's friend. Wildfire said to Lightfoot, I will kill Three-Times-Blessed. I will burn her village to ash, throw her people's bodies into the river, and drown her in the muck beside her sacred spring.
Lightfoot was afraid for his brother, because he knew Three-Times-Blessed was guarded by a man called Unbroken, and Unbroken had skin that could not be cut. Lightfoot said to his brother, do not go to do this thing, because even you cannot kill a man whose skin cannot be cut. Do not do this thing, or you will die. And Wildfire said, I will kill Three-Times-Blessed. I will burn her village to ash, throw her people's bodies into the river, and drown her in the muck beside her sacred spring. And Wildfire went off through the woods to Three-Times-Blessed's sacred spring.
Lightfoot was afraid for his brother, so he ran to reach Three-Times-Blessed at her sacred spring first. He ran without a sound, so fast and light he ran across treetops without dropping a leaf, and across rivers without making a ripple, which is why they called him Lightfoot. He ran so light that Wildfire did not see him in the woods, and so fast he reached Three-Times-Blessed and her sacred spring three days faster than Wildfire.
When Lightfoot reached Three-Times-Blessed at her sacred spring, Unbroken was there guarding her. Unbroken said, this is Lightfoot, brother of Wildfire, whose friend you have killed. Unbroken said, I will kill him, and when Wildfire comes, I will kill Wildfire too. And Lightfoot was afraid, and not only afraid for his brother.
But Lightfoot was cunning, so he thought of a lie. Lightfoot said, do not kill me, I am not here because you killed Wildfire's friend. I am here because there is a monster in the woods that will kill us all. Its teeth and claws are sharper than swords, and it will kill anyone who fights it but Unbroken, whose skin cannot be cut. And Lightfoot said, but if Unbroken fights it here, it will kill him anyway, because it will kill anyone who looks at it without covering their eyes in a salve that can only be found two days away from here. This was all a lie, because Lightfoot was cunning.
Unbroken said, Lightfoot is lying, and I will kill him, and when Wildfire comes I will kill him too. And Lightfoot was afraid, but he was cunning, so Lightfoot said, Three-Times Blessed, look into your sacred spring and see what is going to happen. So Three-Times-Blessed looked into her sacred spring to see what was going to happen. And Three-Times-Blessed saw her village burned to ash, and her people's bodies thrown into the river, and herself drowned in the muck beside her sacred spring. And Three-Times-Blessed was afraid, and she said to Unbroken, go with Lightfoot to the river two days away, and put the salve on your eyes, and kill this monster before it burns down our village, and throws our people's bodies into the river, and drowns me in the muck beside my sacred spring. And so Lightfoot and Unbroken went out into the woods together.
Lightfoot took Unbroken into the woods and across the river and up the hills and down the hills. When they had been walking in the woods for two days, Lightfoot took Unbroken to a river, and Lightfoot said, this is the river whose mud will make the salve, so you can see the monster and live. And then you can fight it, because your skin cannot be cut, and you will save us all. And Lightfoot took plants to make the salve that Unbroken thought would let him see the monster and live, but this was a lie that Lightfoot had told him. Lightfoot mixed up a salve of mud, and pitch, and stinging-nettle, and gave it to Unbroken, and said, this is the special salve. And Unbroken put it on his eyes, and Unbroken screamed, and he said, Lightfoot! This is not a salve to let me see the monster and live! I have put stinging-nettle in my eyes and now I am blind! But Lightfoot did not hear him, because he had run away, so fast and so light he ran across the treetops without dropping a leaf. He ran and left Unbroken blind with stinging-nettle in his eyes two days away from Three-Times-Blessed and her sacred spring.
So when Wildfire came to the sacred spring of Three-Times-Blessed, Unbroken was a day away in the woods with stinging-nettle in his eyes. Without Unbroken, there was no one who could stop him, and so Wildfire left ash and death behind him. He burned the village, threw the people's bodies in the river, and drowned Three-Times-Blessed in the muck beside her sacred spring. The river ran so red that it stained the chests of the birds who were bathing, and they are still red on their chest today. And when Unbroken came back to his village, and saw it burned to ash, and the people's bodies thrown into the river, and Three-Times-Blessed drowned in the muck beside her sacred spring, and Unbroken died at the sight of it, even though his skin could not be cut.
And when Lightfoot went back to Wildfire and told him what had happened, Wildfire embraced him, and gave him the seat of honor beside the fire, and named Lightfoot a hero of his people.
--From the Collected Lore of the Grey Forest Prodigals, organized by Countess Mia Riven, AR 1007 (Variations of the story found among Greenwood, Fire-Touched, Redcrow, and Stone River tribes)
Written By Vanora
Dec. 28, 2017, 6:41 p.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Titania
Scholar, I must tell you I am shocked and I do not shock easily.
A day or two ago I had afternoon drinks with Lady Titania, the well-beloved Disciple of Magnata, aspiring diplomat, and former Voice of Kennex.
Though the last part, the 'former voice' part was not entirely my doing, I did supply the information that led to it. Scholar, I want it understood that I am not an apologist for those who would undermine succession in their own families, because it turns out there is more to reflect on, and errors in execution that I am now reflecting on.
My last discussion (prior to this recent afternoon of adult beverage enjoyment) with Titania ranged from unpleasant to heartbreaking. It was not comfortable for anyone, and I let anger cloud my decisions even /knowing/ that as a Disciple of the Thirteenth I know better. So much better.
This time it went far differently. I was able to apologize in earnest for the manner in which I had wronged her, to attempt to make amends for the pain I caused, and rather than refusing (which in truth I suspected might happen) Lady Titania accepted such wholeheartedly, reacting with only warmth, love, and affection.
I have no sisters, not by blood at any rate, but if I did, I'd wish for one like this Lady.
For not only did we mend fences and speak kindly to one another, the very next day she proved beyond a doubt that the words she spoke were true. I found myself in a deeply uncomfortable situation which was made rather public, and within hours received a message from Titania asking what had happened, followed by another where she pledged her /help/. Never has a parchment warmed my heart so much as this one.
Had I to do it over again, I might have insisted that Count Fireviper abdicate his title in order to join Kennex, that we might keep Titania. Lucky for him (perhaps her too) that I do not.
A day or two ago I had afternoon drinks with Lady Titania, the well-beloved Disciple of Magnata, aspiring diplomat, and former Voice of Kennex.
Though the last part, the 'former voice' part was not entirely my doing, I did supply the information that led to it. Scholar, I want it understood that I am not an apologist for those who would undermine succession in their own families, because it turns out there is more to reflect on, and errors in execution that I am now reflecting on.
My last discussion (prior to this recent afternoon of adult beverage enjoyment) with Titania ranged from unpleasant to heartbreaking. It was not comfortable for anyone, and I let anger cloud my decisions even /knowing/ that as a Disciple of the Thirteenth I know better. So much better.
This time it went far differently. I was able to apologize in earnest for the manner in which I had wronged her, to attempt to make amends for the pain I caused, and rather than refusing (which in truth I suspected might happen) Lady Titania accepted such wholeheartedly, reacting with only warmth, love, and affection.
I have no sisters, not by blood at any rate, but if I did, I'd wish for one like this Lady.
For not only did we mend fences and speak kindly to one another, the very next day she proved beyond a doubt that the words she spoke were true. I found myself in a deeply uncomfortable situation which was made rather public, and within hours received a message from Titania asking what had happened, followed by another where she pledged her /help/. Never has a parchment warmed my heart so much as this one.
Had I to do it over again, I might have insisted that Count Fireviper abdicate his title in order to join Kennex, that we might keep Titania. Lucky for him (perhaps her too) that I do not.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 28, 2017, 5:22 p.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
Someone out there must be LOVING my paranoia and frustration as of late. It's part jittery watching over my shoulder and part wanting to throw things at a wall.
Written By Veronica
Dec. 28, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
I've arrived. Finally.
Travel is just a bit tedious to me. There's not much to do other than press onward, it takes much too long, and just gets to me. On the way to Arx, I think I must have spent a great deal of time examining everything, just to kill time, and to learn the lay of the land, of course. And staring, probably just a little too much, at the passerby, but I'm sure one looked extremely shifty. Peddling illegal something-or-other, no doubt.
I'm certain he saw me mouth 'I'll be looking out for YOU' in passing, but then maybe not.
Regardless, I have work to do now that I'm here. And family to find.
Where to start?
Travel is just a bit tedious to me. There's not much to do other than press onward, it takes much too long, and just gets to me. On the way to Arx, I think I must have spent a great deal of time examining everything, just to kill time, and to learn the lay of the land, of course. And staring, probably just a little too much, at the passerby, but I'm sure one looked extremely shifty. Peddling illegal something-or-other, no doubt.
I'm certain he saw me mouth 'I'll be looking out for YOU' in passing, but then maybe not.
Regardless, I have work to do now that I'm here. And family to find.
Where to start?
Written By Percephon
Dec. 28, 2017, 5:14 p.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I feel as though it’s now a mission to encourage rational trolling.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 28, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
QUOTE: "We have discussed it for some time (including in these pages), and at long last Duke Cristoph, Count Kael, and I have agreed upon the First Annual Armor Run in the Valardin Ward. It is for charity, of course, and there is some talk of pastries, though I am not certain I understand the inside joke. In any event, it should all be in good fun. Come cheer me on if it is in your nature."
I read this as 'It is for Chastity, of course.' and I thought, 'Well of COURSE it is.' And then I read Pastries and thought pasties.
I guess this shows you the difference between a Lycene mind and... anyone else.
I read this as 'It is for Chastity, of course.' and I thought, 'Well of COURSE it is.' And then I read Pastries and thought pasties.
I guess this shows you the difference between a Lycene mind and... anyone else.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 28, 2017, 4:59 p.m.(11/10/1007 AR)
My desire to troll the world is only lesser to my common sense. Oh what a dangerous (and dead) person I'd be if I wasn't smart enough to know when to Black Journal or just keep my damn fool mouth closed.
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