Written By Belladonna
Oct. 30, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(7/1/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarie
Mistress Alarie Harall has created for me the most perfect dress I have ever owned. Jayus be praised, it is everything I hoped that it would be. I cannot recommend the woman and her shop enough. She is incredible.
Written By Tristan
Oct. 30, 2017, 6:17 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talia
I wish to note if anyone--that is _anyone_--choose to pick on my little sister, I will take action, up to and including punches to the nose or elsewhere.
Written By Teela
Oct. 30, 2017, 5:22 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
In death the disciples of QBAE get a name. Her name is Mae Grayhope-nee-Culler.
Written By Driskell
Oct. 30, 2017, 5:18 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
I delivered a rather old artifact to the Kennex Kay, some say it might be even cursed, after hearing the constant challenges that house have been facing. My hope is that it reminds them of who they are and what they repeatedly do, and hopefully it's not too cursed. I'm not a curse breaker, I suppose that makes me a curse deliverer....which doesn't sound well when I'm reading it. All I'm saying is that it was an appropriate gift for an appropriate time.
When one has their heart open to change, they soon find opportunities arrive in which they can test themselves to either adapt to the storm or be lost to it. All change comes with risks, but then again, all choices carry a cost.
The sigil of house Kennex is a ship upon an ocean carried by a strong gale, their motto is that the winds of change are ever at their back. I find it suitable, considering the changes that the Kennex have begun in regards to Thralldom. May we remember that the Thirteenth desires us to uplift and support one who fails or those that are struggling, for exploiting their weakness for our own gain leads us down the path of corruption and that is certainly a slippery slide to take.
May those who seek knowledge find it, and that this situation shows that the Thirteenth gives strength in dark times. House Kennex is helping to lead the way with the winds of change pushing their advancement and evolution, and I wish them an exciting voyage. Just don't forget the map which leads you back to home and where traditions are. The moment I hear of Thraxans taking up plows, herding cows instead of taking their harvest from the oceans is a day that I'll add salt to the ocean with a tear or two.
Imagine the moment when we all view each other as He views us behind the Mirror and what we could accomplish, together.
I wish you the strongest of storms, Marquis Ford, for that is the only way one can gain an experienced crew.
When one has their heart open to change, they soon find opportunities arrive in which they can test themselves to either adapt to the storm or be lost to it. All change comes with risks, but then again, all choices carry a cost.
The sigil of house Kennex is a ship upon an ocean carried by a strong gale, their motto is that the winds of change are ever at their back. I find it suitable, considering the changes that the Kennex have begun in regards to Thralldom. May we remember that the Thirteenth desires us to uplift and support one who fails or those that are struggling, for exploiting their weakness for our own gain leads us down the path of corruption and that is certainly a slippery slide to take.
May those who seek knowledge find it, and that this situation shows that the Thirteenth gives strength in dark times. House Kennex is helping to lead the way with the winds of change pushing their advancement and evolution, and I wish them an exciting voyage. Just don't forget the map which leads you back to home and where traditions are. The moment I hear of Thraxans taking up plows, herding cows instead of taking their harvest from the oceans is a day that I'll add salt to the ocean with a tear or two.
Imagine the moment when we all view each other as He views us behind the Mirror and what we could accomplish, together.
I wish you the strongest of storms, Marquis Ford, for that is the only way one can gain an experienced crew.
Written By Talen
Oct. 30, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Sorry, Marge.
Written By Samantha
Oct. 30, 2017, 5:12 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
It must be a remarkable thing, to grow up knowing who you are. To have connections, a family, born of your blood, and a history that you know you are part of. I have never had that. I have long associated the idea that knowing who you are involves knowing who and where you come from.
I was born Ivy, to a woman I will never know, though I named my daughter after her in the small hope that perhaps one day I will see some spark of her in my child's eyes, and to do her the honor she never received while she lived. To thank her for loving me enough to risk her own life.
The one who sired me is an unknown factor.
I love the Bislands very much, and they have supported me despite my questionable origins. In my heart they are my family, but we are not connected by ties of blood, and some days I feel that distance more than others.
I was raised believing myself to be one person, only to realize one day that I was not. But by then I had been this person for so long that I didn't know who else to be. "Ivy" was - is - a stranger. "Samantha" has been who I am for as long as I can remember, even if I am not the true Samantha that was born to the Deepwoods. I don't know how to be Ivy. I don't know if I want to be Ivy. Is Ivy my name? Is Ivy who I am, though I call myself Samantha? I don't know. I do know some use the name as a means to insult me, to infer that calling myself Samantha makes me deceitful, a liar. I try to look past such insults. They're petty.
I have a husband, a child. I have created a family, one of my own making, my own choosing. But at times, I feel unanchored, adrift, because I feel like I don't really know myself.
Ugh, this is entirely too maudlin. Clearly I need to go do something useful rather than prattling on...
I was born Ivy, to a woman I will never know, though I named my daughter after her in the small hope that perhaps one day I will see some spark of her in my child's eyes, and to do her the honor she never received while she lived. To thank her for loving me enough to risk her own life.
The one who sired me is an unknown factor.
I love the Bislands very much, and they have supported me despite my questionable origins. In my heart they are my family, but we are not connected by ties of blood, and some days I feel that distance more than others.
I was raised believing myself to be one person, only to realize one day that I was not. But by then I had been this person for so long that I didn't know who else to be. "Ivy" was - is - a stranger. "Samantha" has been who I am for as long as I can remember, even if I am not the true Samantha that was born to the Deepwoods. I don't know how to be Ivy. I don't know if I want to be Ivy. Is Ivy my name? Is Ivy who I am, though I call myself Samantha? I don't know. I do know some use the name as a means to insult me, to infer that calling myself Samantha makes me deceitful, a liar. I try to look past such insults. They're petty.
I have a husband, a child. I have created a family, one of my own making, my own choosing. But at times, I feel unanchored, adrift, because I feel like I don't really know myself.
Ugh, this is entirely too maudlin. Clearly I need to go do something useful rather than prattling on...
Written By Mydas
Oct. 30, 2017, 4:42 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Yet.
Written By Mae
Oct. 30, 2017, 4:20 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Dear scholars,
This note is for you, to make sure this knowledge is not lost.
My name is Mae Grayhope, though I also go by Mae Culler.
There is no Marjory or Margret or Margery Grayhope, nor Culler.
Thank you,
<3 Mae Grayhope-nee-Culler
This note is for you, to make sure this knowledge is not lost.
My name is Mae Grayhope, though I also go by Mae Culler.
There is no Marjory or Margret or Margery Grayhope, nor Culler.
Thank you,
<3 Mae Grayhope-nee-Culler
Written By Talen
Oct. 30, 2017, 4:11 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I think mine has been picked free of its stones and upcycled into a new set of earrings by Jaenelle.
Also, when are you going to claim your Boon, Victus? I'm so very , very curious.
Also, when are you going to claim your Boon, Victus? I'm so very , very curious.
Written By Victus
Oct. 30, 2017, 3:49 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Thrax respects the right of its vassals to govern their lands how they wish. It is the liege(s) responsibility and they can manage the aftermath of their actions.
On an unrelated note, I'll be bringing my championship belt to the Duel of Socks. You may look, but please do not touch.
On an unrelated note, I'll be bringing my championship belt to the Duel of Socks. You may look, but please do not touch.
Written By Samantha
Oct. 30, 2017, 3:21 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Let's look at this matter objectively.
Thralls are human beings who are regarded as "commodities" by the majority of society in the Isles. A value is set upon these people based on their skills, their crimes, and various other factors as determined by those who own their contracts.
The Liberators have approached these various citizens who own these contracts for these "commodities", payed the requested price (or bargained to satisfaction for it), and as such received those contracts while proceeding to release them.
This is all in accordance with the law of the Isles and how trade is approached.
With this in mind, the concern that too prompt a liberation of all thralls would be disastrous for Thrax economically - on all levels, from noble to commoner - is a legitimate one, and not just the concern of those with a title in front of their name.
I believe the best way to support Thrax and its vassals who seek to end thralldom is to engage in trade with them, and to do so at discount. Not at a loss - profit needs to be made, and one must support ones own domain, but you can choose to take a little less in order that they are enabled to provide a bit more. This is why Deepwood trades with House Thrax and all of those vassal Houses who choose to pursue the liberation of thralls as part of an ongoing process.
Thralls are human beings who are regarded as "commodities" by the majority of society in the Isles. A value is set upon these people based on their skills, their crimes, and various other factors as determined by those who own their contracts.
The Liberators have approached these various citizens who own these contracts for these "commodities", payed the requested price (or bargained to satisfaction for it), and as such received those contracts while proceeding to release them.
This is all in accordance with the law of the Isles and how trade is approached.
With this in mind, the concern that too prompt a liberation of all thralls would be disastrous for Thrax economically - on all levels, from noble to commoner - is a legitimate one, and not just the concern of those with a title in front of their name.
I believe the best way to support Thrax and its vassals who seek to end thralldom is to engage in trade with them, and to do so at discount. Not at a loss - profit needs to be made, and one must support ones own domain, but you can choose to take a little less in order that they are enabled to provide a bit more. This is why Deepwood trades with House Thrax and all of those vassal Houses who choose to pursue the liberation of thralls as part of an ongoing process.
Written By Rey
Oct. 30, 2017, 2:26 p.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
I stood alone against a darkness rising. My light was so very small, but I was determined that it would burn as the tide of darkness rushed towards me and swallowed me whole. Silence, and then sound. I couldn't see, but I could hear. I heard the screaming, the wails, the madness of man's inhumanity to man. All of the despair of the world, all of the agony and hopelessness, stabbed and slashed at me with blades of ice, and I bled. I sobbed. I cried tears of blood. But I held onto my light, even as it started to fade away. Even as I started to fade away.
Another light came towards me, a light that burned bright, the only thing visible in the rushing darkness. It illuminated a man's face, lined, and strong, and smiling. I felt warmth when he wrapped his arm around me and drew me close. I thought I would never feel warm again. You've done enough, he told me as he drew me away. It's time to come home. He parted the world like it was a silk curtain and took me away from the pain and the dark, away with him to his kingdom beneath the waves.
Under the water, I couldn't breathe. As the way behind me closed, I realized suddenly that I was drowning. I looked for the king, but he was gone; I was alone, deep beneath the ocean, and I saw the wreck of a ship nearby.
Home. This is home. This is where I belong. This is where I should have ended up, all those years ago, and now I'm here. Here with my father, who has waited for me all this time in the wreck of a ship, deep beneath the waves. My lungs burn. I need to breathe...
I woke up gasping for air, half strangled by my pillow.
Why am I having so many nightmares?
Another light came towards me, a light that burned bright, the only thing visible in the rushing darkness. It illuminated a man's face, lined, and strong, and smiling. I felt warmth when he wrapped his arm around me and drew me close. I thought I would never feel warm again. You've done enough, he told me as he drew me away. It's time to come home. He parted the world like it was a silk curtain and took me away from the pain and the dark, away with him to his kingdom beneath the waves.
Under the water, I couldn't breathe. As the way behind me closed, I realized suddenly that I was drowning. I looked for the king, but he was gone; I was alone, deep beneath the ocean, and I saw the wreck of a ship nearby.
Home. This is home. This is where I belong. This is where I should have ended up, all those years ago, and now I'm here. Here with my father, who has waited for me all this time in the wreck of a ship, deep beneath the waves. My lungs burn. I need to breathe...
I woke up gasping for air, half strangled by my pillow.
Why am I having so many nightmares?
Written By Monique
Oct. 30, 2017, 11:05 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mia
The Countess' dinner was spectacular! And the company just as pleasant. All in all, the night couldn't have been better.
I'm not sure how I ended up with more than one bottle of the sherry! I think Lord Corban must have given me his by mistake.
I'm not sure how I ended up with more than one bottle of the sherry! I think Lord Corban must have given me his by mistake.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 30, 2017, 10:32 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
The masque was certainly interesting for the brief amount of time I was there, though I think I was a bit out of my element. Still, first time for everything, and at least I have something to wear if another one pops up, though I still say dresses are damn inconvenient. Maybe I should have worn stockings instead. Hmm.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 30, 2017, 10:16 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Nice way Tehom's actor took advantage of the dim lights and our attention focused on the 'winner' to scoot out the back door.
And here I was expecting a demonic attack and all I got was a bit of slight of hand.
I was almost disappointed.
The ball was fucking beautiful even if I hate parties and only stayed for, maybe a half hour?
And here I was expecting a demonic attack and all I got was a bit of slight of hand.
I was almost disappointed.
The ball was fucking beautiful even if I hate parties and only stayed for, maybe a half hour?
Written By Isabetta
Oct. 30, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
It has taken me several days to build up the courage to do this. As if reliving the night would make me feel fresh the shame that I had then.
The ball was a great success and I applaud my friends Talen and Eleyna for their success. I loved the costumes and the masks and the atmosphere.
I confess to making a fool of myself. I took my mask off early on, it was stuffy and hot. Of course the only person with a mask off in a masked ball is going to stand out. I wanted to hide in my room the rest of the ball. I made a small scene, running out like a child! It was appalling. Princess Alarissa did try to temper my embarrassment and I thank her for that. Some others did too, but they were less obvious with whom they are. Being so far along with child makes it difficult to be inconspicuous. The Mistress Margery Greyhope as I am told she is called by Talen, whom is surely an authority. Also came to my rescue later on.
For future reference I will know to never remove my mask during a masked ball and to always arrive with a date.
It would be nice if these events had more intermingling of the guests though.
I hope my shame can be a lesson to the future generations.
The ball was a great success and I applaud my friends Talen and Eleyna for their success. I loved the costumes and the masks and the atmosphere.
I confess to making a fool of myself. I took my mask off early on, it was stuffy and hot. Of course the only person with a mask off in a masked ball is going to stand out. I wanted to hide in my room the rest of the ball. I made a small scene, running out like a child! It was appalling. Princess Alarissa did try to temper my embarrassment and I thank her for that. Some others did too, but they were less obvious with whom they are. Being so far along with child makes it difficult to be inconspicuous. The Mistress Margery Greyhope as I am told she is called by Talen, whom is surely an authority. Also came to my rescue later on.
For future reference I will know to never remove my mask during a masked ball and to always arrive with a date.
It would be nice if these events had more intermingling of the guests though.
I hope my shame can be a lesson to the future generations.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 30, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
I've heard so many refer to Joslyn like a warrior-woman, running the gauntlet, sparring and such. To see her calmly, clad only in a towel while teaching a small weapons lesson patiently, capably and confidently (and with a bit of amusement) tends to confirm that opinion of others.
Written By Thena
Oct. 30, 2017, 8:57 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
I'm pretty sure I'm /older/ than you.
Written By Corban
Oct. 30, 2017, 7:51 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mia
Countess Mia was good enough to host many of the Oathlands houses at Heron Hall last eve. The duck was delicious, the cider crisp and refreshing, and the company even better. It was good to be among easy-flowing conversation and to discuss our plans for the future. Already, we are in talks to regularize and better-protect trade routes through the Telmarch, freeing up our armies for work elsewhere.
I do wonder how Lady Monique ended up with those extra bottles of cider, however.
I do wonder how Lady Monique ended up with those extra bottles of cider, however.
Written By Clover
Oct. 30, 2017, 5:17 a.m.(6/27/1007 AR)
*A picture of a robed figure standing in profile: their face is covered with a mask, and one hand is holding a censure, while the other one is not visible... black sleeves hanging down where the hand should be.*
I've spent the past week or so working at the Shrine of the 13th, working closely with a Silent Reflection. I am still uncertain how I feel about this-- What a terrible fate. But it impressed upon the importance of safe guarding Knowledge, and it also gave me an interesting look into communication in other ways than writing and speech:
Body language is an interesting thing.
I've spent the past week or so working at the Shrine of the 13th, working closely with a Silent Reflection. I am still uncertain how I feel about this-- What a terrible fate. But it impressed upon the importance of safe guarding Knowledge, and it also gave me an interesting look into communication in other ways than writing and speech:
Body language is an interesting thing.
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