Written By Neve
Nov. 29, 2017, 8:55 p.m.(9/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Archeron
An unexpected meeting in the forest. Interesting words exchanged, and a new friendship forged. I hope that we can have a fun adventure sometime soon!
Written By Neve
Nov. 29, 2017, 8:49 a.m.(9/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Had a nice chat with Lord Victus and he gave me some sound fashion advice. He is actually a pretty good conversationalist. You just have to look past the scowling and the grunts is all. He has some pretty solid insights. Hmmn. I will have to get him a gift. Bacon is always good. Maybe something stabbier though. He seems like he would enjoy stabbing things. I shall have to look for a dagger or something like that.
Thank you for a brief, if wonderful evening.
Thank you for a brief, if wonderful evening.
Written By Victus
Nov. 29, 2017, 12:41 a.m.(9/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Neve
What a girl.
...
No really, what the fuck?
...
No really, what the fuck?
Written By Alis
Nov. 28, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
Being underestimated in any capacity used to be such an incredible source of frustration for me. It often resulted in screaming matches with my father, or devious traps laid out for my older brothers to stumble upon during their training exercises (I have no regrets! Older brothers must be taught lessons).
But, training with Lord Commander Dayne took some of the wind out of my sails, as it would any new squire or Knight in training. He did not go easy on me because he was my Uncle. In fact, I am rather certain that he was twice as hard on me knowing I had a physical deficit to make up for and he would be doing me a disservice otherwise. And I worked. I worked harder at everything he set me to then anything I had ever done in my life, and then I sought out more. Because I was absolutely not going to fail when I had been so adamant about my life's path.
So now, when I am underestimated about anything at all... it is a challenge that I relish. Because I am just too stubborn not to work at it until I prove them wrong.
But, training with Lord Commander Dayne took some of the wind out of my sails, as it would any new squire or Knight in training. He did not go easy on me because he was my Uncle. In fact, I am rather certain that he was twice as hard on me knowing I had a physical deficit to make up for and he would be doing me a disservice otherwise. And I worked. I worked harder at everything he set me to then anything I had ever done in my life, and then I sought out more. Because I was absolutely not going to fail when I had been so adamant about my life's path.
So now, when I am underestimated about anything at all... it is a challenge that I relish. Because I am just too stubborn not to work at it until I prove them wrong.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 28, 2017, 4:59 p.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
A world without reason is a world without order, which is a world without choice. A world without choice is a world of brute force.
Written By Lianne
Nov. 28, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
It does not matter if the Gods love us or not. We do not require their affection. What we need is what they provide: the ideals to which we aspire, by which we shape our society and live our lives. That some have been blessed with more does not diminish what we've already been given, what has served us well thus far.
Faith requires no validation.
Faith requires no validation.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 28, 2017, 8:55 a.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
Let no good deed go unpunished? The thought used to amuse me, good deeds should have their own reward in at least the satisfaction they generated. Now I've acquired a too-true understanding of that saying.
Written By Orazio
Nov. 28, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
This should, perhaps, go in the blacks, but I shall leave it in the whites, I think. I write it with a glass of strong, southern wine and the breeze coming in from an open window. Outside, the city is dark, but not quiet. Even here in the Ward of the Crown, I can hear the sounds of laughter and merriment as people pass from one entertainment to the next. Inside, it is quieter, more solemn. But not silent. Even in my bedroom, where I write this, my bird sings to herself in the other room, and the building settles around me, minute creaks of wood and stone.
I have lost many people in my life. This does not make me unique in the Compact, or even unusual. The plague that took my parents and my youngest siblings killed many of the people of the Saiklands, and we all grieved together. The 'sickness' that killed my last brother came about when a great many others died, while they were just trying to do their duties. When Eos was slain, many soldiers died with him, bravely defending themselves and their liege. Kima's death was quieter, it seems, but I don't fool myself - many others have died by the same means, many others will die in the future by the same means. There is nothing that makes my losses greater than others, or unique, or special. Everyone knows grief. Even the gods know grief, I think.
And yet, I dwell on them of late more than I should. I have so much to do, so many people who still can be saved. I should not see those who I have already failed imprinted on my thoughts, waking or sleeping. They are beyond my aid. And yet, when I learn more about who they were, it is like losing them all over again, failing them all over again. If I could have been better. Stronger (or maybe softer and more comforting), more of a role model (or perhaps less of one), closer (or perhaps more distant). If I could have been /different/, then perhaps they could have been different. Perhaps things could have been different.
But I wasn't. And they weren't. And that is, I think, the lesson that must always be taken from death. It marks the point at which nothing can be changed. For better or for worse, we must close the door on what has passed, and try to make better choices in the future. But, some days, it is hard. So terribly hard.
I have lost many people in my life. This does not make me unique in the Compact, or even unusual. The plague that took my parents and my youngest siblings killed many of the people of the Saiklands, and we all grieved together. The 'sickness' that killed my last brother came about when a great many others died, while they were just trying to do their duties. When Eos was slain, many soldiers died with him, bravely defending themselves and their liege. Kima's death was quieter, it seems, but I don't fool myself - many others have died by the same means, many others will die in the future by the same means. There is nothing that makes my losses greater than others, or unique, or special. Everyone knows grief. Even the gods know grief, I think.
And yet, I dwell on them of late more than I should. I have so much to do, so many people who still can be saved. I should not see those who I have already failed imprinted on my thoughts, waking or sleeping. They are beyond my aid. And yet, when I learn more about who they were, it is like losing them all over again, failing them all over again. If I could have been better. Stronger (or maybe softer and more comforting), more of a role model (or perhaps less of one), closer (or perhaps more distant). If I could have been /different/, then perhaps they could have been different. Perhaps things could have been different.
But I wasn't. And they weren't. And that is, I think, the lesson that must always be taken from death. It marks the point at which nothing can be changed. For better or for worse, we must close the door on what has passed, and try to make better choices in the future. But, some days, it is hard. So terribly hard.
Written By Marius
Nov. 27, 2017, 10:47 p.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
That's why we in Greenmarch are all sheepdogs, sister mine.
Written By Armand
Nov. 27, 2017, 9:50 p.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
It is with pride that I have seen my brother marry the new Duchess Clover Farshaw, and with joy that I welcome her in our House. She will make, I'm sure, a fine partner to my brother, as she will a Duchess.
Written By Calypso
Nov. 27, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
When I heard about the Carlotta, I was impressed with the innovative stance House Velenosa's leadership was taking in seeing it created. I am further impressed by their willingness to share and help see the Compact grow. Selflessness is noted, appreciated and I think sets a good example.
I can't wait to see many more Caravel Ships added to the fleets of the Compact.
I can't wait to see many more Caravel Ships added to the fleets of the Compact.
Written By Clover
Nov. 27, 2017, 7:21 p.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
*A watercolored piece of a dress; a bodice so white it hasn't been colored at all. Dancing across that sweetheart bodice is a cascade of pastel-rainbow butterflies, that flow down to the explosion of frothy skirts. These skirts are mostly silvery-white in color but have a swirling pop and peek of matching rainbow colors to the butterflies. It's a rather daring piece for someone of the Oathlands, given it is strapless and shows off the shoulders, neck, and collarbones; though the heart shaped corset that makes the corset it high enough to be demure and not reveal too much cleavage.*
Written By Clover
Nov. 27, 2017, 7:18 p.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
Very soon.
Written By Monique
Nov. 27, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
Written By Percephon
Nov. 27, 2017, 2:05 p.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
Using my newfound knowledge ( thank you, Corban ) -- I have started to take it upon myself to begin my own translation work. Starting from an entirely different angle than my cousin has.
In the Archives, I have discovered a disorganized stack of papers that seem to compile a series of folktales, poems, and songs from a Shav'arvani tribe. I remain uncertain as to which tribe -- and when -- but I can recognize the language in which they were written. This has given me a rare opportunity to not only improve my language study, but, to refine my skills in bookbinding. I will transcribe the words faithfully and will do my best to protect the integrity of the original illustrations.
These papers seem to mainly consist of traditional narratives that include proverbs, lyrics, and stories that belonged to this social group. It's interesting to me that these also seem to embody their cultural values -- hopes, dreams, aspirations, myths -- transmitted through word of mouth and preserved. Now, on fresh pages instead of aged and crumbling parchment.
Easy to remember and share, it's a careful honor to be a part of history that can be charted and saved for subsequent examinations. To allow others to see the similarities among the stories of Arvum's various cultures.
In the Archives, I have discovered a disorganized stack of papers that seem to compile a series of folktales, poems, and songs from a Shav'arvani tribe. I remain uncertain as to which tribe -- and when -- but I can recognize the language in which they were written. This has given me a rare opportunity to not only improve my language study, but, to refine my skills in bookbinding. I will transcribe the words faithfully and will do my best to protect the integrity of the original illustrations.
These papers seem to mainly consist of traditional narratives that include proverbs, lyrics, and stories that belonged to this social group. It's interesting to me that these also seem to embody their cultural values -- hopes, dreams, aspirations, myths -- transmitted through word of mouth and preserved. Now, on fresh pages instead of aged and crumbling parchment.
Easy to remember and share, it's a careful honor to be a part of history that can be charted and saved for subsequent examinations. To allow others to see the similarities among the stories of Arvum's various cultures.
Written By Corban
Nov. 27, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arn
I received a missive today that Duke Arn is bound for the Telmarch to attend to business there. After all, we here in the Capital should hardly be the only ones to benefit from his scowls of disapproval. I do not know how long he will be away, but while he is, Lord Ansel and I will manage Telmar's affairs in Arx.
Uncle, we will never see eye-to-eye on many things and our relationship is not the easiest. But I wish you safe roads and speedy travels to the Great Red Wall that we both love so dear.
Uncle, we will never see eye-to-eye on many things and our relationship is not the easiest. But I wish you safe roads and speedy travels to the Great Red Wall that we both love so dear.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 27, 2017, 10:50 a.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
There is nothing so incredibly rewarding as when you have that first sip of Honey whiskey in the morning. Even if You aren't a morning drinker, you can get yourself equally Rewarded in the afternoon. Eventually the sips blur together and meld over your tongue like the ever-washing waves upon the a beach shore, but as the tide comes in upon the sea, and the sand is gradually wiped clean? Much the same.
Exactly why is this sailor here at the archives, rambling like some Mediocre poet or wannabe writer? Basically, he's drunk, high, and perhaps trying to sober up before facing the rest of the day.
Ever see a Really vague journal a person has written where there's no context and can't help but wonder what the fucking point of it was? you know you have. i ... don't really know where i was going with this... at all.. i need a nap.
Exactly why is this sailor here at the archives, rambling like some Mediocre poet or wannabe writer? Basically, he's drunk, high, and perhaps trying to sober up before facing the rest of the day.
Ever see a Really vague journal a person has written where there's no context and can't help but wonder what the fucking point of it was? you know you have. i ... don't really know where i was going with this... at all.. i need a nap.
Written By Madeleine
Nov. 27, 2017, 8:59 a.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
Speech dictated at the dedication of the Carlotta
"Mangata is more than the sea. She is more than the wind. She is more than rain. She is an essence of life. We cannot live without the rain to bless Petrichor’s lands. We cannot live without water to drink. We praise and bless her for her generous gifts and sing songs in her honor, letting the wind carry our words to her."
"Today we come to christen a new ship; a celebration of our minds to bring it to life and our bodies to bring it into being. Soon this magnificent vessel will sail Our Lady’s seas and become what it was meant to be, as all things strive to find their place and purpose. May all her waters be calm and her winds fair. May all her journeys be to swift, safe, and may she ever return whole to port. May Mangata ever smile upon the Carlotta and keep her in favor."
"Mangata is more than the sea. She is more than the wind. She is more than rain. She is an essence of life. We cannot live without the rain to bless Petrichor’s lands. We cannot live without water to drink. We praise and bless her for her generous gifts and sing songs in her honor, letting the wind carry our words to her."
"Today we come to christen a new ship; a celebration of our minds to bring it to life and our bodies to bring it into being. Soon this magnificent vessel will sail Our Lady’s seas and become what it was meant to be, as all things strive to find their place and purpose. May all her waters be calm and her winds fair. May all her journeys be to swift, safe, and may she ever return whole to port. May Mangata ever smile upon the Carlotta and keep her in favor."
Written By Leona
Nov. 27, 2017, 12:51 a.m.(9/1/1007 AR)
Jaenelle my dear, I am in public often enough. They just don't notice me because I look like the rest of the Hundred since we wear matching armor. And all sheaths look alike, so unless they're going to force me to draw my sword they may not notice the finer points of difference.
And of course, forcing me to draw my sword when I'm in armor as one of the Hundred while doing my job by guarding the King is a quick way to death as a traitor, no?
And of course, forcing me to draw my sword when I'm in armor as one of the Hundred while doing my job by guarding the King is a quick way to death as a traitor, no?
Written By Jaenelle
Nov. 27, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(9/1/1007 AR)
I thought everyone knew Leona and I were twins? Please Leona, go in public more or the King will change the locks to the tower.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.