Written By Quenia
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:36 p.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
It is decided. I am getting a dog. I look forward to speaking the Keaton's about this prospect.
Written By Merek
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:33 p.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
I met this kind Whisper at the House of Solace. She's quite intelligent and fun to be around, as well as being with the Scholars. As such I would like to research with her sometime. There's a lot of things that are out in the world to discover!
Written By Merek
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:31 p.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
Research is a fun way to pass the time. I do not have any I'm currently on, or even leading, so if people need assistance, then they are free to contact me about it.
Written By Caprice
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:29 p.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
I am looking for a specific book written by Duke Cassius Pravus. If anyone reading this has any of his works, please contact me with the titles and if I can borrow them. I promise not to spill whiskey on them.
Written By Carita
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
Pardon, Scholars, for the idle contents of my mind: what sparkles more? Star iron or dragonweep?
I suppose I will never know.
I suppose I will never know.
Written By Reigna
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(10/17/1007 AR)
The last few days have been a wholly new experience for me. I am not, or at least I had not thought myself to be, an angry person. And yet. The rage I have felt over the last few days has redefined what I know as anger. I think, at one point while reading a missive I went briefly blind. My entire field of visioned became white and then narrowed til all was dark save a singular point of white-hot rage.
If I distance myself from it, it is fascinating. I had no idea such a feeling existed, and yet if I think about it logically, the answer is, it must exist. For all the world is a state of balance. For every good, like Prince Edain and Princess Alis, the Princesses Caelis, and Sophie, Isabeau, Duchess Nicia, Duke Cristoph, for these souls that are righteous and beautiful, for the warmth and family they foster, so too must there be darkness. To balance and define the light. So if I can love Kael with such passion, such loyalty and heart, then so too must I be able to feel an anger as I do towards... well. Let us not go there.
To further the idea... I must, must find a way to bring myself back to balance and to let go of this rage before my internal humors are warped and I fall ill. I can sense it. That potential shift inside me, like a sickness laying in lurk waiting to take advantage of my imbalance.
One of the worst parts of all of this is I feel I must pause and think about what I put in my journal. No longer do I have that sense of freedom, as my thoughts and feeling are transferred from myself to the page. That sacred communion between me and Vellichor. I find myself nervous, anxious about what I write and who might be reading and the political ramifications that might arise from this act that I have taken for granted for so long. I feel sundered.
I am conflicted. I am furious at even the thought that I must censor myself, the feeling of loss at being able to commune as I wish with my journal. But I also know that being noble means putting your own wants and needs aside for the betterment of all.
What do you do when you have been called disgraceful? When you are told that you -- No. See. I have to stop. If I continue I will write out all the accusations laid at my feet and Kael's and that will likely be seen as starting it up all over again.
I suppose the rest of my communion must be placed in the Black.
If I distance myself from it, it is fascinating. I had no idea such a feeling existed, and yet if I think about it logically, the answer is, it must exist. For all the world is a state of balance. For every good, like Prince Edain and Princess Alis, the Princesses Caelis, and Sophie, Isabeau, Duchess Nicia, Duke Cristoph, for these souls that are righteous and beautiful, for the warmth and family they foster, so too must there be darkness. To balance and define the light. So if I can love Kael with such passion, such loyalty and heart, then so too must I be able to feel an anger as I do towards... well. Let us not go there.
To further the idea... I must, must find a way to bring myself back to balance and to let go of this rage before my internal humors are warped and I fall ill. I can sense it. That potential shift inside me, like a sickness laying in lurk waiting to take advantage of my imbalance.
One of the worst parts of all of this is I feel I must pause and think about what I put in my journal. No longer do I have that sense of freedom, as my thoughts and feeling are transferred from myself to the page. That sacred communion between me and Vellichor. I find myself nervous, anxious about what I write and who might be reading and the political ramifications that might arise from this act that I have taken for granted for so long. I feel sundered.
I am conflicted. I am furious at even the thought that I must censor myself, the feeling of loss at being able to commune as I wish with my journal. But I also know that being noble means putting your own wants and needs aside for the betterment of all.
What do you do when you have been called disgraceful? When you are told that you -- No. See. I have to stop. If I continue I will write out all the accusations laid at my feet and Kael's and that will likely be seen as starting it up all over again.
I suppose the rest of my communion must be placed in the Black.
Written By Quenia
Dec. 18, 2017, 9:08 a.m.(10/17/1007 AR)
I have decided that I cannot be a damsel in distress if something happens in Arx. I strongly feel I must prepare myself for the things to come; this is one way I can do so. I do not expect to become a full fledged warrior, but I want to be able to do more than simply scratch a monster's eyes out with hairpins or a dagger. To that end, I think I shall be commissioning a sword and a set of armor, and looking for someone to teach me the basics of sword play and combat. If anyone has any recommendations for either, or if you are someone who can teach me, well - my messenger box is wide open.
Written By Astraea
Dec. 18, 2017, 4:25 a.m.(10/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
An immensely talented fighter who gives it her all. I can appreciate a Lady who takes no prisoners. Well fought Rose of Stonewood.
Written By Isidora
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:32 a.m.(10/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Antonio
We could not be more different. Truly.
He has agreed to take me boating or sailing but not shipping.
He has agreed to take me boating or sailing but not shipping.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 18, 2017, 1:28 a.m.(10/17/1007 AR)
I dreamt I crafted a baby of gold, set her to move on gears and wires. It was a strange dream, but the craftsmanship I achieved was -divine-.
It was just a dream. Probably some of the honeymead I drank and the scone I gobbled it down with.
No more mead before bed, Josie.
It was just a dream. Probably some of the honeymead I drank and the scone I gobbled it down with.
No more mead before bed, Josie.
Written By Fergus
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:32 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Apparently, I still give sparring lessons a lot like how the old man did.
Don't know if that's good or bad.
Going to assume good because I'm still here.
Don't know if that's good or bad.
Going to assume good because I'm still here.
Written By Ryhalt
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:30 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lisebet
She's returned home for a time, leaving the rest of us here in Arx without a certain enthusiasm chasing us. I hope that she will return soon.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Bastien
Clay is rather soft as prisons go, it also bears mentioning. Would be relatively easy for the romantic prisoner to punch his way out and throttle the artist. Should the fatal perfection impulse ever strike. I only want everyone to remember they have options. You have nothing to fear from me!
Written By Caelis
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
I ache for an adventure to take my mind of things. Perhaps I should set out while I can still see my toes. There's so much to do and see. I think I understand my husband's wistfulness for the life of an errant knight. I will have to think of ways we can still have our adventures and not make Alis worry. Surely taking Edain out to rove for a long weekend is for his sister's well being. I think he'd more likely go if it were for her ease of mind. Perhaps I will try that for our next vacation. Until then I shall dream of apples.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Leola
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:18 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
The Velenosian meeting was fine, and Baron Saik wishes to speak with me at both our convenience - we're both always busy, but still, when we can.
It was fine to see the Sword, Costas, react to events in a careful and precise manner to speak with the Grand Duchess at such a moment. For all we've so little in common in our work, we've much the same attitude to it - we do the job that's in front of us.
It was fine to see the Sword, Costas, react to events in a careful and precise manner to speak with the Grand Duchess at such a moment. For all we've so little in common in our work, we've much the same attitude to it - we do the job that's in front of us.
Written By Bastien
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
That sounds very much like something that someone planning to encase someone else in clay would say.
Written By Alarissa
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:15 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Dear Dragon
It's not that I don't want to hold her. Holding her at the moment is just not really feasible. In a few weeks perhaps.
That and in truth I'm terrified of her. Terrified for her, but most certainly terrified of her. I watched a friend lavish more affection on her in ten minutes than I had since the moment she was born and then went sliding from my arms.
I wonder if it would have been the same with you.
I don't know.
She just has to survive. We all have to. I am disappointed in myself Dragon and I don't know if I am allowed to be.
It's not that I don't want to hold her. Holding her at the moment is just not really feasible. In a few weeks perhaps.
That and in truth I'm terrified of her. Terrified for her, but most certainly terrified of her. I watched a friend lavish more affection on her in ten minutes than I had since the moment she was born and then went sliding from my arms.
I wonder if it would have been the same with you.
I don't know.
She just has to survive. We all have to. I am disappointed in myself Dragon and I don't know if I am allowed to be.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:11 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
To seek perfection is to seek a kind of stasis, a point where growth ends forever, a point where one can rest, satisfied.
No such point exists. We are mortal and restless, we are mortal and hungry. One may as well embrace the turmoil.
No such point exists. We are mortal and restless, we are mortal and hungry. One may as well embrace the turmoil.
Written By Olivia
Dec. 18, 2017, 12:03 a.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
While nothing major has transpired, I am doing more work with new plants... of which I seem to hear of someone discovering more of near all the time. Alongside those the which the Explorers and Lodge possess, I've been contacted about hunting down another odd variety to provide a medical cure.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 17, 2017, 11:54 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Bastien
I only want to state, for the record. I only want to state, as an artist for artists.
I am often unsatisfied with portraits. I dislike portraiture in general as staid and driven by vanities.
I do, however, promise I will never encase anyone, my love or otherwise, in clay. That would violate every artistic ethic I have. And I do have them!
I am often unsatisfied with portraits. I dislike portraiture in general as staid and driven by vanities.
I do, however, promise I will never encase anyone, my love or otherwise, in clay. That would violate every artistic ethic I have. And I do have them!
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