Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2017, 3:59 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
To describe a person as 'social lubricant' can be tricky, but in the case of Alarissa, I've rarely seen a person's influence so profoundly on another as I did Lord Thrax. While it was odd stepping foot into the Wards of Thrax, it was odder still to be -apologized- to by the very man who'd tossed me out of it last I was there.
And he did, Lord Victus Thrax, with the grace of a Whisper offer his apologies, and without a hitch in his pride or a back-handed compliment. Sincere, open, and swiftly given without a fuss. There was no nudging from his wife, either, nor did he expect me that evening to visit her.
I pride myself on a measure of perception, to see in my clients and in strangers alike what it is they want from me. Generally this is in regards to what I make, and as I dictate this I swear to you, it's almost as if the man is a completely different person, and not in the sense that he has been changed, but in that he has found himself, reverted to a state of truth and self-awareness some go through life without ever approaching.
Perhaps it's the weight of responsibility, the stripping of trappings provided by danger, or even affection, or, dare I say it, compassion. I make no attempt to unravel the mystery of that man, but I'll be the first to declare that he is a man worth respecting, and though timid I may be in approaching him, I would no longer do so in fear.
And he did, Lord Victus Thrax, with the grace of a Whisper offer his apologies, and without a hitch in his pride or a back-handed compliment. Sincere, open, and swiftly given without a fuss. There was no nudging from his wife, either, nor did he expect me that evening to visit her.
I pride myself on a measure of perception, to see in my clients and in strangers alike what it is they want from me. Generally this is in regards to what I make, and as I dictate this I swear to you, it's almost as if the man is a completely different person, and not in the sense that he has been changed, but in that he has found himself, reverted to a state of truth and self-awareness some go through life without ever approaching.
Perhaps it's the weight of responsibility, the stripping of trappings provided by danger, or even affection, or, dare I say it, compassion. I make no attempt to unravel the mystery of that man, but I'll be the first to declare that he is a man worth respecting, and though timid I may be in approaching him, I would no longer do so in fear.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2017, 3:50 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Winter is on its way, the cold has crept in and my hands are cracking from the washing of rouge and soot from my fingers. I've been working with praseodymium for the first time in a year, and twice now I've made a filigree design that I'd retired. It's pleasing to bring up old designs, rework them into something newer.
The mood of the city seems to sway into mellow fear and melancholy as the days get shorter. The word 'jewelry' comes from the word 'joy', and I've managed in some capacity to share this here and there, restocking my shop with items less expensive in materials but still in the quality I'm pleased to present it in. I think I will do this well into Solstice, my little shop is doing well and, more importantly, so are the other members of the Guild.
I know, scholar, I ramble about this often, but I'm proud of the Crafters' successes. .... like a mother? Ha! Alright then, yes, there's a measure of mother-henning going on, but I promise, their work and success is their own, I'm only grateful to witness it.
The mood of the city seems to sway into mellow fear and melancholy as the days get shorter. The word 'jewelry' comes from the word 'joy', and I've managed in some capacity to share this here and there, restocking my shop with items less expensive in materials but still in the quality I'm pleased to present it in. I think I will do this well into Solstice, my little shop is doing well and, more importantly, so are the other members of the Guild.
I know, scholar, I ramble about this often, but I'm proud of the Crafters' successes. .... like a mother? Ha! Alright then, yes, there's a measure of mother-henning going on, but I promise, their work and success is their own, I'm only grateful to witness it.
Written By Valery
Dec. 17, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Well, in some way, light is better than smoke.
Sometimes mistakes are nice.
Sometimes mistakes are nice.
Written By Roxana
Dec. 17, 2017, 2:40 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
I am terribly excited! His Majesty had mentioned some weeks ago that perhaps in order to get acclimated at court and find something to do for my idle hands, I might serve as a Lady in Waiting to Queen Symonesse. It seems that such an opportunity does indeed exist, and I will be doing so after the birth of her child and her physical recovery.
It is likely a blessing that I cannot begin right away. I don't know anything about elves...
It is likely a blessing that I cannot begin right away. I don't know anything about elves...
Written By Samael
Dec. 17, 2017, 1:59 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Dear Journal,
Star date 1007. I am out of wine. Ok, scholar, read back what I have so far.
Star date 1007. I am out of wine. Ok, scholar, read back what I have so far.
Written By Monique
Dec. 17, 2017, 1:55 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
"During the elven war, when the Compact was under siege by the Sylv'alfar, the druidic orders were some of the first lines of defense; on one occasion, Alarice the Great and her army might have been utterly destroyed were it not for the orders who came to her aid. Best known of these druids was Pena the Hierophant, whose statue stands even now in the Hall of Heroes. The order she led served as the model for the Path of Storms."
Scholar, do you know where I can find out more about the Path of Storms?
Scholar, do you know where I can find out more about the Path of Storms?
Written By Cirroch
Dec. 17, 2017, 1:46 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Tila
Tila, my beautiful sister, has arrived in Arx at a time I need her most. Her counsel and strength is invaluable to me. I am happy to have my kin so close at such a sad time for my family.
I weep for those lost. It seems tragedy keeps befalling the North, by our hand or by the design of the Spirits.
I weep for those lost. It seems tragedy keeps befalling the North, by our hand or by the design of the Spirits.
Written By Logan
Dec. 17, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
I wonder if I'll ever get my furniture back.
Written By Edain
Dec. 17, 2017, 12:10 p.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
At tourney there is a popular cheer.
"Blood makes the grass grow!"
Generally this chant starts either when the crowd is engrossed in an amazing confrontation by two evenly matched opponents, or they are bored by a match where each is far too cautious. At face value it is a grim saying, but I have always chosen to believe it is meant to be a more hopeful chant. That even in the wake of violence and death, something beautiful can grow anew if we are fighting for the right cause. In the past when I have gone into battle, I would say it quietly to myself before the charge. To remind me that life can begin anew once the grim task ahead of us is done.
Also after your third or forth cider while watching a winter's tourney it just gets really fun to keep chanting.
"Blood makes the grass grow!"
Generally this chant starts either when the crowd is engrossed in an amazing confrontation by two evenly matched opponents, or they are bored by a match where each is far too cautious. At face value it is a grim saying, but I have always chosen to believe it is meant to be a more hopeful chant. That even in the wake of violence and death, something beautiful can grow anew if we are fighting for the right cause. In the past when I have gone into battle, I would say it quietly to myself before the charge. To remind me that life can begin anew once the grim task ahead of us is done.
Also after your third or forth cider while watching a winter's tourney it just gets really fun to keep chanting.
Written By Edain
Dec. 17, 2017, 11:46 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Despite some tensions, the open court went well I think. The candied maple bacon was a big hit. We even have some that visited for the free food. Though I was reading through my sister Tabitha's journal for wisdom, as I often do, and she always spoke of court as a much more colorful experience. Thought this is so very counter to my personal tastes if holding Court at the manor is to something I plan to do more regularly (and I think I should) perhaps I should start reaching out to entertainers and artists, and maybe even the Whisper House. Let song and dance, and art on display, or a writer reading his latest work entertain people that are curious, while I receive those that have business with me more quietly.
Yes I think maybe this can be a good thing and I should probably start reaching out to people that would be interested in displaying their art or their social acumen in such a way.
Yes I think maybe this can be a good thing and I should probably start reaching out to people that would be interested in displaying their art or their social acumen in such a way.
Written By Nicia
Dec. 17, 2017, 10:58 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
I do not often find myself at a loss for words, and I usually never allow anger to rule my thoughts. But I have to admit that I have found myself in such a state that I was both angry and at a loss for words recently. In addition to this, I found myself to be confused. It is not a state that I enjoy, and if ever anyone wishes to know what sort of things happen when I find myself in such a state....to you I say, beware of bees and always look behind you.
Written By Luca
Dec. 17, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I'll cherish my statue of an arse with an arrow stuck in the cheek forever.
Written By Cristoph
Dec. 17, 2017, 8:47 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
I'm so mired in research lately that I actually found it necessary to hire an archivist as a personal assistant. He's a nice enough man, but he keeps taking /naps/ everywhere. I'm about to bring it up to him, but I'm pretty sure he reads my whites. So I hope he takes this hint.
Wait.
Rupert is asleep now even as I sit here writing in my journal. I see him, another journal in front of him as he snores.
Wait.
Rupert is asleep now even as I sit here writing in my journal. I see him, another journal in front of him as he snores.
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 17, 2017, 7:52 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Mostly dismemberment.
Written By Reese
Dec. 17, 2017, 7:30 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
I am officially asking, because I want to swim in this future lake of silver. It would require lots of strength!
Written By Shard
Dec. 17, 2017, 6:20 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Yes, and when it's his bones that are crushed into the earth and his blood watering the trees and his ashes on the wind, then we will have any kind of peace from him.
Not before.
Not before.
Written By Audric
Dec. 17, 2017, 6:13 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
I have told you for several years now, my darling second, that the peace we have is what we take by bloody fingertips and broken bones. That is the peace people like us have.
Written By Shard
Dec. 17, 2017, 6:12 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
There is no peace. We're not safe.
Written By Audric
Dec. 17, 2017, 6:10 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
As it happens, it only takes a couple thousand silver to fill a bathtub. Even in gold, filling a bathtub, it's not -that- difficult. I could probably fill a small lake, if asked.
Written By Torian
Dec. 17, 2017, 5:07 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Seems like the arm is on the mend now. A little stiff, but here I sit writing again without a sling. Much better without.
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