Written By Mira
Oct. 26, 2017, 9 p.m.(6/21/1007 AR)
I'm going to have to have words with my dear uncle. That apple could have done a lot more harm than it did. ...At least my costume seemed to be well-received, even if no one else showed up in one. And my uncle doesn't count. He always looks like that.
Written By Reigna
Oct. 26, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(6/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
The gods all watch over us, Goodman Voss. That is what Brother Driskell was speaking of. The Thirteenth God, He of Reflections. Granted he does not get as much overt worship in the Oathlands as he seems to garner in the Lyceum, but he was confirmed into the Pantheon and he has a place on most altars. He is an uncomfortable god for some, but his eyes, like all gods are on us. We are their instruments and our feet walk the paths they set before us.
Written By Mayir
Oct. 26, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(6/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mira
I met Mira Matessi last night at the Harlequin's party, the Grayhope lawyer on retainer. While the nobles flirted around the fortune teller, we went through the Maze of Mirrors.
Mira had one of those apples that loosen the tongue. I think she was embarrassed the next morning at the stuff she said, but I thought it was delightful. The party was about dropping your guard! Mira definitely did that and none would hold it against her.
Mira had one of those apples that loosen the tongue. I think she was embarrassed the next morning at the stuff she said, but I thought it was delightful. The party was about dropping your guard! Mira definitely did that and none would hold it against her.
Written By Derovai
Oct. 26, 2017, 8:27 p.m.(6/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
We're all watched and our secrets known? Well, that's interesting.
If you have the address for this omniscient, all-knowing fellow, could you happen to let him know I'd like a chat?
There's a few questions I'd like to run by him. Work-related, you understand.
Really, this is sillier than all those people telling me 'all the best detectives wear caps' lately. Has someone slipped something into the city water supply since last time I was here?
If you have the address for this omniscient, all-knowing fellow, could you happen to let him know I'd like a chat?
There's a few questions I'd like to run by him. Work-related, you understand.
Really, this is sillier than all those people telling me 'all the best detectives wear caps' lately. Has someone slipped something into the city water supply since last time I was here?
Written By Monique
Oct. 26, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabetta
I think she thinks I don't like her, when the exact opposite is true. But my fondness sometimes comes with a terrible, terrible price.
That sounded far more ominous than I'd intended it to be.
I just meant that hangovers are imminent.
That sounded far more ominous than I'd intended it to be.
I just meant that hangovers are imminent.
Written By Monique
Oct. 26, 2017, 7:06 p.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Blacktongue
One of the most enjoyable evenings I've had. There must be some Lycene in me. That fortune teller, though. Do I owe anyone any favors I can't recall?
Written By Reigna
Oct. 26, 2017, 6:47 p.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Princess Katarina, you are always welcome in Keaton Hall. I look forward to you meeting your namesake. She, like you, always makes me smile and I do believe she will grow to be full of charm, just like you.
Written By Katarina
Oct. 26, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I cannot wait for the opportunity to meet this little survivor. The way you talk about her, I know that she will have us all wrapped around her finger as Mia and Ellara. So many young ladies and princesses that I have been blessed to watch grow, but now I cannot wait for a boy. Squall should be a boy.
Written By Arianna
Oct. 26, 2017, 5:19 p.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
Wise words indeed Brother Driskell.
Written By Reigna
Oct. 26, 2017, 3:56 p.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
It is amazing to watch Kata grow. I wish I knew how old she is, or what her birthday was. Eliza, the wet nurse I found for Kata, and I agree that she is likely six or seven months old, despite her petite size. She has been trying to crawl, pushing herself up on those still skinny little arms. She has not succeeded yet, but she likely will, soon enough. I see how much she's grown in the time we've had her and I can just picture what it will be like when Squall is finally here.
In other news, Kael has invited my sister Eleanor to come visit and stay with us through the birth of Squall. I admit, I a little nervous. Eleanor is likely the sister I am closest to, but I have not seen her in quite a long time. Eleanor is quite different than I am, but we always got on well enough. Of anyone, she reminds me of Lady Tessa Moore. I tremble to think of the hijinxs the pair of them would unleash upon the city of Arx.
In other news, Kael has invited my sister Eleanor to come visit and stay with us through the birth of Squall. I admit, I a little nervous. Eleanor is likely the sister I am closest to, but I have not seen her in quite a long time. Eleanor is quite different than I am, but we always got on well enough. Of anyone, she reminds me of Lady Tessa Moore. I tremble to think of the hijinxs the pair of them would unleash upon the city of Arx.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 26, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
Mirrormasks are supposed to make people uncomfortable. They force you to reflect, literally, on things you'd rather not. I rather like his turn of phrase. Good reminder that someone, always, somewhere, can see us.
Written By Isabetta
Oct. 26, 2017, midnight(6/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
What. Just. Happened.
So at the party I met a girl named Mae, or Margery, to be honest I'm not sure, but she seems to prefer Mae and I will be definitely acquis her request.
I do not think I have had quite such a meeting as this one.
I cannot say if it was good, bad, great, horrible, scary? A lot of different things going through my head. Perhaps tomorrow I will awaken and learn that it was all a dream, it had that sort of quality.
Perhaps this was a joke Talen or Eleyna were playing on me, if so, bravo my dearests, this was truly a bizarre, unique and inexplicable experience. Never have I ever had such a party as this.
Also that fortune teller.
So at the party I met a girl named Mae, or Margery, to be honest I'm not sure, but she seems to prefer Mae and I will be definitely acquis her request.
I do not think I have had quite such a meeting as this one.
I cannot say if it was good, bad, great, horrible, scary? A lot of different things going through my head. Perhaps tomorrow I will awaken and learn that it was all a dream, it had that sort of quality.
Perhaps this was a joke Talen or Eleyna were playing on me, if so, bravo my dearests, this was truly a bizarre, unique and inexplicable experience. Never have I ever had such a party as this.
Also that fortune teller.
Written By Eithne
Oct. 25, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Somedays you're the bird. Other days, the statue.
Today was a rough day of uncomfortable proportions. Thank the gods for whiskey.
Today was a rough day of uncomfortable proportions. Thank the gods for whiskey.
Written By Isabetta
Oct. 25, 2017, 11:40 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
That damnable fortune teller..
Each fortune she gave was more cryptic than the last and even still I cannot get them out of my head despite having forgotten the words, which were probably unimportant because they didn't make sense. I thought the gentry adept at spewing fourth words with no meaning, weaving pretty sentences to make themselves sound smart while actually saying nothing but, but this fortune teller! She used words to create an air of mystery that would confound the best wordsmith and oh how I wish I could put them in a room together to.. duke it out, a brawl of flowery soliloquy.
But the worst part is I am most certain she a master at my own game, how I entertain to frustrate minds for amusement this fortune teller did so to me with a level of artistry I could not compare.
And this beyond all else was unforgivable!
Each fortune she gave was more cryptic than the last and even still I cannot get them out of my head despite having forgotten the words, which were probably unimportant because they didn't make sense. I thought the gentry adept at spewing fourth words with no meaning, weaving pretty sentences to make themselves sound smart while actually saying nothing but, but this fortune teller! She used words to create an air of mystery that would confound the best wordsmith and oh how I wish I could put them in a room together to.. duke it out, a brawl of flowery soliloquy.
But the worst part is I am most certain she a master at my own game, how I entertain to frustrate minds for amusement this fortune teller did so to me with a level of artistry I could not compare.
And this beyond all else was unforgivable!
Written By Alis
Oct. 25, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Many missions that bring us far from the city involve setting up and tearing down of campsites. It's something I've gotten used to over the past several years and often find it a somewhat enjoyable experience. But it is still nothing like taking a day or two and leaving the walls of Arx behind just to enjoy the open space.
A nice clearing beside a stream is perfect, with dinner ready to be caught not more then a few feet away. And then room enough to make a campfire and set up a tent. It's like you can hear yourself think again. All of which I must thank my husband for, as I rarely take the time to do things like that.
A nice clearing beside a stream is perfect, with dinner ready to be caught not more then a few feet away. And then room enough to make a campfire and set up a tent. It's like you can hear yourself think again. All of which I must thank my husband for, as I rarely take the time to do things like that.
Written By Katarina
Oct. 25, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
But you wrote what, so good enough!
Except I forgot the punch line, so bee-joke wasted. For shame, my dear sister. For shame.
Except I forgot the punch line, so bee-joke wasted. For shame, my dear sister. For shame.
Written By Alis
Oct. 25, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
I, for one, greatly appreciate your willingness to display the BEEara in all of its glory atop your head!
Written By Audric
Oct. 25, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
If that's the case, I'm charging back pay for all the, uh, entertainment. And walking around naked a lot more.
Written By Belladonna
Oct. 25, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Trust cannot be demanded.
Even more than that, you cannot scare someone into trusting you with threats that imply that you are the danger. It does not work like that.
'I will hurt you if you do not trust me.'
This does not inspire confidence. Particularly when you have just been caught in a baldfaced lie.
Even more than that, you cannot scare someone into trusting you with threats that imply that you are the danger. It does not work like that.
'I will hurt you if you do not trust me.'
This does not inspire confidence. Particularly when you have just been caught in a baldfaced lie.
Written By Cristoph
Oct. 25, 2017, 10:47 p.m.(6/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
I'm just going to assume you were wildly intoxicated when you went to the archives last.
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