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Written By Orathy

Sept. 27, 2017, 7:40 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Goats. Funny they are.

Written By Merek

Sept. 27, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

It looks like I'm now the Minister of Income for House Fidante. I feel honoured! I like being of service to people. Still hoping to someday earn that boat I want though.

Written By Eleyna

Sept. 27, 2017, 6:36 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Can you make one with a fox on it?

Written By Eirene

Sept. 27, 2017, 4:25 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

If there's vulture themed tiny baby daggers I may even want to get one just to say 'I have a child sized baby dagger emblazoned with the bird of death on it.' Nevermind the fact I have no babies.

Written By Thena

Sept. 27, 2017, 4:24 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

If I could ever have a child I'd buy him a weapon. Gods know I had a dagger in my hand near as soon as I could walk.

Written By Silas

Sept. 27, 2017, 4:15 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Eshken

Likely does not approve of my bidding.

But he doesn't understand the importance of lavish decor, if his room is any indication.

Written By Ida

Sept. 27, 2017, 3:56 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Since I'm still musing, a thought I've been toying with, due to this somewhat leisurely day among the journals: Baby's First Weapon series. Surely there has to be a market for this sort of thing? Maybe? Y'know, a short sword with a baby dragon or baby bear theme, for example. Daggers with small vultures. Maybe I'll find that old unicorn design from awhile back even.

Okay, great, I'm getting A Look from the scholar now. Yes, you. I'm looking at you wrinklerobes. Sure, leave it in there. Whatever! Not like the babies are going to USE them right away. Oaths and steel, maybe I should just go drink somewhere and stop this musing stuff.

Written By Ida

Sept. 27, 2017, 3:42 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

I've come to wonder if the strong-personality cat I've read about recently might be the same one that lead to my receiving Dopey, who I believe is a litter mate possibly; he was gifted to me by then-Lady Kima what seems like a lifetime ago. Then-Lord Victus had visited the shop and spoke about his own furball, which lead to me remarking on wanting one. He crossed paths with then-Lady Kima shortly after, mentioned my wish, and voila! She so kindly had him delivered to me. The kitten, not the Thraxian lord, of course.

Dopey is still a handsome gray color with white toes (even given the soot about the shop) and has remained a sleepy creature prone more to purring than much else. Had to get him a bigger purple collar as he grew, but the tag with his name on it remains. He's loved about everyone to come to the shop, too, as far as I can remember, y'know? Not the jealous type. Or maybe he just loves being pet that he doesn't much mind who does it, ha. Anyhow, today's musings while the new forge is being installed and I have idle hands.

Written By Vanora

Sept. 27, 2017, 1:04 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

For me, sun exposure does not lead to the golden skin of my cousins, but to freckling and burning instead. I confine myself to shady spaces for safety most of the time.

In general I am a child of Winter. The quiet, the peacefulness, the brightness of the night sky. It makes me more whole, and brings me closer to Him.

This year however I am more than ready for Spring.

Written By Edward

Sept. 27, 2017, 12:20 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

I have a great view for holding onto a sunrise.

Written By Merek

Sept. 27, 2017, 11:06 a.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

The weather has been nice with the shift to a new season. While I like the winter, it is still nice to see flowers coming forth once more. It also means less garments I must wear to keep comfortable. With all that in mind, I think I'm going to try my hand with hunting and fishing a bit this week to calm my mind.

Written By Thena

Sept. 27, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

The scholars won't let me tear up my last journal entry so I'll have to add a new one...I'm fine, nothing is any worse today than it was yesterday as far as I know, I just had a bad night. I'm sorry to have worried anyone.

Written By Corban

Sept. 27, 2017, 8:11 a.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

Few are such a swirl of planning and activity as Princess Reese of Grayson. How she can manage a military meeting of her House, with its cacophony of side comments, suggestions, and questions is beyond me. But this will be my second deployment under her command, and I am pleased to do it.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 27, 2017, 1:08 a.m.(4/15/1007 AR)

I got into the head of a giant today (no crude puns intended), or rather its skull, a huge, big , giant one that could hold a few people if they did not mind being a little friendly. And scary stories got told by Duchess General Calypso and Sparte. I guess if you are going to hear scary stories, being inside a giant's skull is a perfect place for them. I hope if I have dreams tonight, they will be peaceful ones.

Written By Thena

Sept. 26, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)

[the paper is spattered with dried stains of water droplets]

"The seals will be found. The seals will be broken."

Written By Thena

Sept. 26, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Vesper

I have not been in the office for several hours.

Oh dear.

Written By Victus

Sept. 26, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)

What's that thing I used to say? "Talk talk talk, too much talk by nobles..." Blah blah blah. "Things aren't solved by endless words in the council chamber".

How the mighty have fallen. Suppose I need to start fucking about with some other saying.

Written By Vesper

Sept. 26, 2017, 9:40 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)

[ From the journal of Sir Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms, Knights of Solace: ]

There is is overriding scent of bacon that seems to be permeating the office of the Adjutant. Dame Thena, is the ermine to blame? The dog? Or is it to do with recent talk of breakfast sandwiches? I don't understand.

Written By Monique

Sept. 26, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)

I find it sad that by not talking about who I sleep with, that makes me mysterious. Take your bitterness elsewhere and be done with it.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 26, 2017, 6:27 p.m.(4/14/1007 AR)

Sending my lads and ladies out again soon. I always worry like a mother hen, vulture though I am. They still care for their ugly ass little chicks all the same. I train them as best as I can and trust them to do Southport proud but I always worry. I know they won't all come back to me, I know they will see blood and pain and lose people they care about. All we can do is prepare them for this so they lose as little as possible. Keep 'em from meeting the Queen, Lagoma keep their life in their bodies. Greedy mother fuckers, are we.

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