Written By Aleksei
Nov. 25, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Skald once told me "nicely done" for my abs.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 25, 2017, 9:44 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
While you may refer to them as 'the gods' gift', I'm pretty sure that said deities don't care about cradling your 'assets'.
I mean, I'm not a Godsworn, so maybe one of them will weigh in to tell me that I'm wrong, but I doubt it.
I mean, I'm not a Godsworn, so maybe one of them will weigh in to tell me that I'm wrong, but I doubt it.
Written By Luca
Nov. 25, 2017, 9:18 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dafne
I miss Lycene humor. I should visit more often.
Written By Luca
Nov. 25, 2017, 9:18 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
Your glow is the sort of happy light she needs right now. Thank you.
Written By Luca
Nov. 25, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
We somehow lucked into the best of kings. Even if he beat me in the competition.
Written By Valery
Nov. 25, 2017, 7:45 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
I'm glad they did...
Written By Alaric
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:41 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Over the last week or two I've come to realize something: I really ought to find more excuses to end up in a tavern with the Minister of War.
Written By Cirroch
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:15 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
Bought a great perfume from Valery for someone and they loved it.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
SERIOUSLY I HAVE THE PRETTIEST BOW IN THE WORLD. IT'S SO PRETTY. I AM NEVER GOING TO BE OVER IT.
Written By Cirroch
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I saw an old friend today. I look forward to catching up with her again soon.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:08 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
The finest weaponer and bowyer in all of Arvum, and a true master of her craft. Praise be to Jayus for her brilliance.
Written By Cirroch
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:08 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
Our love is new and intense but I do think we are a perfect match.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:07 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
There are no words I could set to paper that aren't boasting, I think. It's so that our House words are that none are greater than Grayson, and in these ways is it true; I am rich in love, in friendship, in laughter stolen on the verge of grimness. I have work to do, tasks to set myself, a war to fight. In all these things, though, I simply feel all the more enriched.
Princess Lark, High Lord of Grayson, throws a hell of a dinner party.
I told Ainsley once when we were courting that I felt as though all of Grayson conspired to try to seduce me into marrying him. Between Cara's concern and caring, Laric's absurd sense of humor, Reese's warmth and generosity, Luca's sass, Lark's dignity and pure sense, Calarian's measured elegance -- so many of them reached out to make me welcome, to be my friend. Even those to whom I am not so close have never been less than courteous, even under strain.
I love you, my dear House, and I will serve you gladly, with all that I have.
Princess Lark, High Lord of Grayson, throws a hell of a dinner party.
I told Ainsley once when we were courting that I felt as though all of Grayson conspired to try to seduce me into marrying him. Between Cara's concern and caring, Laric's absurd sense of humor, Reese's warmth and generosity, Luca's sass, Lark's dignity and pure sense, Calarian's measured elegance -- so many of them reached out to make me welcome, to be my friend. Even those to whom I am not so close have never been less than courteous, even under strain.
I love you, my dear House, and I will serve you gladly, with all that I have.
Written By Samael
Nov. 25, 2017, 2:06 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mia
I finally was able to properly meet Countess Mia Riven. I am glad to have someone like her as an ally.
Written By Samael
Nov. 25, 2017, 1:01 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
Delilah Whitehawk, a young lion cub, but a lion no different, I think. I am pleased to call her a friend.
Written By Samael
Nov. 25, 2017, 1 a.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
I am pleased to hear that my dear nephew is on the mend.
Written By Sophie
Nov. 24, 2017, 8:56 p.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
So it is that dearest Cybele and I, along with several of Arx's Mercies, traveled to Stormward, the seat of House Kennex in the Mourning Isles. With the additional aid of the Physicians Guild, we tended to the sick and wounded, and ensured that there would be no outbreaks of disease. Stormguard's Mercy chapter was ill-equipped to deal with so many casualties, so Arx's chapter donated 40,000 silver to make certain they had the means and materials to better tend to the ill and injured. Additionally, having much experience in dealing with such overflow, dearest Cybele and I offered training in how to better manage such. I remain ever available to the Mother Mercy of Stormward for further consultation.
Even so, I wish we had been in a position to do more.
We must content ourselves with tending to our charges in Arx, which, quite joyfully, now include numerous former thralls and Abandoned who wish to serve merciful Lagoma. Dearest Cybele and I shall do all we can to assist our newest novitiates in becoming full-fledged Mercies. And among the healers who do not feel such a holy calling, Lady Eirene and I wholeheartedly welcome them into the Physicians Guild and shall do what we can to see them likewise thrive.
May our inner light ever continue to shine.
Even so, I wish we had been in a position to do more.
We must content ourselves with tending to our charges in Arx, which, quite joyfully, now include numerous former thralls and Abandoned who wish to serve merciful Lagoma. Dearest Cybele and I shall do all we can to assist our newest novitiates in becoming full-fledged Mercies. And among the healers who do not feel such a holy calling, Lady Eirene and I wholeheartedly welcome them into the Physicians Guild and shall do what we can to see them likewise thrive.
May our inner light ever continue to shine.
Written By Mae
Nov. 24, 2017, 7:18 p.m.(8/25/1007 AR)
I do wonder if anyone in Arx has met a simurgh. If so, please write me! If not, mister scholar, let me know if you have any writings about them?
No, don't write down that part, just
No, don't write down that part, just
Written By Carita
Nov. 24, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Dearest and farthest,
I write you letters that I send, and letters that I only write to keep safe within the pages of my Journal. Yet. These are the ones laid bare, open for all to see. I can feel the days growing shorter. I can feel the threat of autumn if I wait long enough after sunset. Once the world is quiet and dark and each evening is one second longer than the one before.
Waiting is making me restless. I feel it clawing. Waiting is making me wish to be less compliant. Less complacent. I am losing patience with small talk, the social whirl of endless events is losing its charm, and a full wardrobe that -- well, no -- it would be a /lie/ to say that I do not enjoy the seasilk and the umbra. I do. I always will. Pieces that I can touch, wear, knowing that those are items that are rightfully mine. Reminders that I ought to refuse to settle. Reminders of who I am now, and what I could be if only I would simply open my arms wide and let the light in --
Stop overthinking, you might tell me. Chase away the cobwebs for lingering too long. Although, truly, with a gentle tap on the shoulder you might also tell me to think /more/ of the ones I hold dear. Less of myself. Let go of what wasn't meant to be mine. Apologize for my pettiness, my selfishness, my desires and my vanities. Perhaps, instead, I ought to listen to you -- to those that I should listen to -- and ask them how I might be best suited to help them in their causes.
-- to let in the light, to listen.
I will certainly try.
Always,
C.
I write you letters that I send, and letters that I only write to keep safe within the pages of my Journal. Yet. These are the ones laid bare, open for all to see. I can feel the days growing shorter. I can feel the threat of autumn if I wait long enough after sunset. Once the world is quiet and dark and each evening is one second longer than the one before.
Waiting is making me restless. I feel it clawing. Waiting is making me wish to be less compliant. Less complacent. I am losing patience with small talk, the social whirl of endless events is losing its charm, and a full wardrobe that -- well, no -- it would be a /lie/ to say that I do not enjoy the seasilk and the umbra. I do. I always will. Pieces that I can touch, wear, knowing that those are items that are rightfully mine. Reminders that I ought to refuse to settle. Reminders of who I am now, and what I could be if only I would simply open my arms wide and let the light in --
Stop overthinking, you might tell me. Chase away the cobwebs for lingering too long. Although, truly, with a gentle tap on the shoulder you might also tell me to think /more/ of the ones I hold dear. Less of myself. Let go of what wasn't meant to be mine. Apologize for my pettiness, my selfishness, my desires and my vanities. Perhaps, instead, I ought to listen to you -- to those that I should listen to -- and ask them how I might be best suited to help them in their causes.
-- to let in the light, to listen.
I will certainly try.
Always,
C.
Written By Corban
Nov. 24, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
I have always found the Palace seraph a font of wisdom, and her meditation on gratefulness is no different. I sent some notes to those that I am grateful for, those who enrich my life through their presence, and those who have given me insight of places darkened before.
It is only fitting, then, that one of my notes was bound for the Palace seraph herself.
It is only fitting, then, that one of my notes was bound for the Palace seraph herself.
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