Written By Madeleine
Nov. 15, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(8/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
Blessed Mangata, smile on your servant Lucita for the sweet music she lets float on your breezes - may the rhythm of the wave and song of the wind ever inspire her, and may her beautiful art ever be shared for Your praise and worship.
Written By Valery
Nov. 15, 2017, 9:14 a.m.(8/4/1007 AR)
Just days away from the opening party!
Written By Edward
Nov. 15, 2017, 8 a.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
I too enjoy the sound of a good riddle:
Ask of me once, and ask again,
My answers are different from each man,
All are right, and none are wrong,
You can ask me, all day long.
Ask of me once, and ask again,
My answers are different from each man,
All are right, and none are wrong,
You can ask me, all day long.
Written By Alarissa
Nov. 15, 2017, 1:14 a.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He has not ripped a dress, not have I throw an expensive item.
I only throw him from the marital bedroom and he is not expensive.
I only throw him from the marital bedroom and he is not expensive.
Written By Enyo
Nov. 15, 2017, 12:41 a.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
Dinner with the family...first one since arriving in the city. It was very nice, I got to meet a few new people, and of course see others.
It is easy to fall back into old patterns, though.
I've made friends, I think, since arriving as well. At least, there seems to be an appearance of friendship offered in a few places that seems genuine. I very much hope that it is.
I keep mentioning the street fair to people, and they keep asking me when that'll be. I need to find out.
It is easy to fall back into old patterns, though.
I've made friends, I think, since arriving as well. At least, there seems to be an appearance of friendship offered in a few places that seems genuine. I very much hope that it is.
I keep mentioning the street fair to people, and they keep asking me when that'll be. I need to find out.
Written By Carita
Nov. 14, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
Rhymes and riddles. How fun.
Hearts are locks that open with ease,
To very, very little keys;
Always remember that two of these
Are “thank you kindly,” and “if you please.”
Hearts are locks that open with ease,
To very, very little keys;
Always remember that two of these
Are “thank you kindly,” and “if you please.”
Written By Thena
Nov. 14, 2017, 10:30 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
While I (as always) appreciate the unwavering support, and while I did in fact win the dance-off, saying I am blessed with rhythm is perhaps overstating my abilities a little.
Written By Vanora
Nov. 14, 2017, 9:19 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aethan
The men of House Kennex can be a brooding bunch I've learned. It is not what I would have expected before I knew little of Thrax, the Darkwater, the Chain and the Isles. I suppose I ought have known to expect /something/ at least, it can't all be naval tactics and sailor vocabulary. Still. If they ever ceased focus on Mangata (not that I am saying they ought to, for surely Her blessings are respected, beloved, and required). Rather what I mean is, an hour or two or five staring into what looks back out at you is good for the soul, especially souls that seem to wrestle with torment.
Either that or they're just always cranky when not out at sea, which is the only time I ever see them.
Either that or they're just always cranky when not out at sea, which is the only time I ever see them.
Written By Vanora
Nov. 14, 2017, 9 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)
I do think the Gods make choices. I know it rather, for I have been witness to those choices. The blessings of some, the curse of others, the shimmering dark duality of the choices that are both. We are all blessed and cursed in equal measure I think, or appropriate measure. There are those who feel the beckon of the candle-flame as I do, and distract with dreams of touching it just to know its burn. There are those whose lives feel far more their own, who choose their course and direct it, or who believe they do. That freedom might be a blessing in its own right. Or it might not be, if what one longs for is not truly freedom but is some greater purpose and they do not breathe it and taste it but search for it.
We try to be creatures of empathy, to learn more of the world through the study of one another. Yet our own minds hold us in, we can only attempt to reach out past it, only try to know what it is to look like, think like, live like anyone but ourselves. It is more difficult than we wish to think it is, considering how few truly seek the reflection to understand /themselves/ much less another.
We can never truly fail to see though, because we will always be shown again. The test is never passed, nor 'past'. It is the length of the days, the short of the years.
We try to be creatures of empathy, to learn more of the world through the study of one another. Yet our own minds hold us in, we can only attempt to reach out past it, only try to know what it is to look like, think like, live like anyone but ourselves. It is more difficult than we wish to think it is, considering how few truly seek the reflection to understand /themselves/ much less another.
We can never truly fail to see though, because we will always be shown again. The test is never passed, nor 'past'. It is the length of the days, the short of the years.
Written By Shard
Nov. 14, 2017, 8:48 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
Your mistake here is believing they were ever asleep. You're the one who has awoken.
Just keep in mind that not everything that is strange and unexplained, or even hostile, is tied to the Abyss. The world's bigger than that.
Just keep in mind that not everything that is strange and unexplained, or even hostile, is tied to the Abyss. The world's bigger than that.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 14, 2017, 8:20 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Thirteen scattered throughout the land called back to reunion; a story forgotten by time and man to be remembered. What is lost can be found and returned by five at the gate, waiting to be opened by the choice of the chosen.
Written By Edward
Nov. 14, 2017, 5:41 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
I recognize the wisdom of your path, dear Lady. It is good to understand that which is angrily hurtled may be returned in the same manner.
Written By Carita
Nov. 14, 2017, 5:02 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
Beloved, note: What others may accomplish with shouts and thrown objects -- I will always succeed in using the softest words and the gentlest means available to me.
Written By Carita
Nov. 14, 2017, 4:55 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
My Dearest Friend,
It was such a pleasure to receive your last letter, and it was so refreshing to have that kind of honesty. I appreciate that you answered my question in a satisfactory fashion, my friend. It explains quite a bit. It would certainly be unusual to be so known -- and, honestly, it would surely lead me to question many of my dear mother's life decisions. However, I understand the term that you mentioned. A Salt Parent.
As always it is nice to have you near and to enjoy your letters and your humor. It's important to have the friendship of someone with whom we can share our joys and sorrows, and discuss our problems without fear or reservations. Never mind me, waxing poetic. In essence it's lovely to write to someone without masks or farces to hide my faults, habits, or differences.
Now, to the purpose of this letter: I have been wishing to tell you that if you need aught -- please, never hesitate in calling upon me for support, my dear. Or, however -- whichever way that I can best assist you. For much of my life you have always been a presence. If you will forgive the overly dramatic and frank confession: you saved my life. In cradle stories, this would be the point in the tale when one offers the other a boon. That is what I offer you. Allow this to continue to build upon the solid foundation that we establish.
Always,
C.
It was such a pleasure to receive your last letter, and it was so refreshing to have that kind of honesty. I appreciate that you answered my question in a satisfactory fashion, my friend. It explains quite a bit. It would certainly be unusual to be so known -- and, honestly, it would surely lead me to question many of my dear mother's life decisions. However, I understand the term that you mentioned. A Salt Parent.
As always it is nice to have you near and to enjoy your letters and your humor. It's important to have the friendship of someone with whom we can share our joys and sorrows, and discuss our problems without fear or reservations. Never mind me, waxing poetic. In essence it's lovely to write to someone without masks or farces to hide my faults, habits, or differences.
Now, to the purpose of this letter: I have been wishing to tell you that if you need aught -- please, never hesitate in calling upon me for support, my dear. Or, however -- whichever way that I can best assist you. For much of my life you have always been a presence. If you will forgive the overly dramatic and frank confession: you saved my life. In cradle stories, this would be the point in the tale when one offers the other a boon. That is what I offer you. Allow this to continue to build upon the solid foundation that we establish.
Always,
C.
Written By Talen
Nov. 14, 2017, 3:57 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
My theory is the more expensive it is, the more satisfying it is for them to throw.
Kind of like ripping dresses. You know you really, really shouldn't, but the one time you do? So satisfying.
Then the tailor's bill comes and you realise what a crime you've committed-- not only against fashion but your family coffers.
Kind of like ripping dresses. You know you really, really shouldn't, but the one time you do? So satisfying.
Then the tailor's bill comes and you realise what a crime you've committed-- not only against fashion but your family coffers.
Written By Sparte
Nov. 14, 2017, 2:54 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
I am at my wits end with Tom. She brought back a dead cat today. I mean, a full sized dead cat. Carried it like catch of the day. I know the cats sometimes attack her, and this looks like a stray, but what am I going to do with it? Why is she murdering bloody mouse catchers? I'm desperate to get her into the care of someone who can get her to behave half-way better at this point.
Written By Daemon
Nov. 14, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Such rhythm could never be blessed upon an individual that could ever be smitten with such a rude title!
Written By Victus
Nov. 14, 2017, 2:43 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
It's good to have friends who just get it. Eleyna and Talen both are a power couple that I'm glad to call friends, they make shifting through the bullshit much more sane.
Just wish they would stop giving my wife ideas of what to throw. Shit is EXPENSIVE, Velenosa.
Just wish they would stop giving my wife ideas of what to throw. Shit is EXPENSIVE, Velenosa.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 14, 2017, 1:43 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Don't let the Mother Mercy fool you. Thena's totally an asshole. Just like the rest of us.
Written By Aksel
Nov. 14, 2017, 12:53 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
It's been some days since I came back from the North and it's been even longer to write an entry about it.
I do not have much to share, honestly. I think I would have been standing frozen staring at whatever that creature was if it wasn't for a nasty right hook to the jaw by Shard.
It had focused on one of our party, Lord Armand, and decided to see if it could crush the Lords head. I will give credit though to the Lord even as the creature, some called it a Wendigo, tried to crush his head he fought on and gallantly.
There are things in the north that have awoken. Things that want nothing more then to see us dead. Let's just hope we can kill them before it kills us all.
I do not have much to share, honestly. I think I would have been standing frozen staring at whatever that creature was if it wasn't for a nasty right hook to the jaw by Shard.
It had focused on one of our party, Lord Armand, and decided to see if it could crush the Lords head. I will give credit though to the Lord even as the creature, some called it a Wendigo, tried to crush his head he fought on and gallantly.
There are things in the north that have awoken. Things that want nothing more then to see us dead. Let's just hope we can kill them before it kills us all.
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