Written By Denica
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
"Endurance."
( Done in graphite and overlaid with ink, with specific and hyper-realistic attention to the details of the textures. A black coat folded precisely and set aside on a wooden bench. A polished cane set on top of the folded coat. A flask, dull in comparison to the shine on the cane, has a design of a serpent upon it. The still life drawing seems to be a frozen moment of waiting or watching. )
( Done in graphite and overlaid with ink, with specific and hyper-realistic attention to the details of the textures. A black coat folded precisely and set aside on a wooden bench. A polished cane set on top of the folded coat. A flask, dull in comparison to the shine on the cane, has a design of a serpent upon it. The still life drawing seems to be a frozen moment of waiting or watching. )
Written By Denica
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:01 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
( A watercolor study. The rag paper has been pressed into the page of the journal with the date: 3/22/1007 AR.
A fair face, head tipped back, long and unpinned hair caught in an indecisive color - neither gold nor silver. A vexing color in between that the paint cannot quite capture, although effort has been made to. Across bare shoulders with skin white as marble, and that hair falls down her back, as a mantle. She's smiling, and the vivaciousness in that expression is reflected in every other feature. Summer sky blue eyes are playful, devious. )
A fair face, head tipped back, long and unpinned hair caught in an indecisive color - neither gold nor silver. A vexing color in between that the paint cannot quite capture, although effort has been made to. Across bare shoulders with skin white as marble, and that hair falls down her back, as a mantle. She's smiling, and the vivaciousness in that expression is reflected in every other feature. Summer sky blue eyes are playful, devious. )
Written By Eliana
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:57 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
What a kind man, Lord Ian Kennex is. He is patient and willing to train me, regardless of my ... limitations. He is exceptionally perceptive. I am not surprised he noticed what he did. I hope to be able to learn more from him soon.
Some may not call him kind but detached, but if one is willing to train someone who obviously has no skill so patiently, I would call that kind.
Some may not call him kind but detached, but if one is willing to train someone who obviously has no skill so patiently, I would call that kind.
Written By Eliana
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
I am grateful the High Inquisitor was with me the second time. Even though his reaction was stronger than my own, it is good to not be alone.
Written By Artorius
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Melinda
I am honored and humbled to call you my wife.
We will accomplish great things together, I just know it.
We will accomplish great things together, I just know it.
Written By Valencia
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:38 p.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
I think we as humans are destined to always all just short of greatness. If we did not, we'd be less inclined to seek the favour of the gods and more inclined to walk with them.
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Written By Luca
Sept. 17, 2017, 9:18 a.m.(3/24/1007 AR)
Funny how one looks fondly on memory of undead hordes and twisted Abyssal-tainted wolves when faced with creepy slimey barnacle-encrusted monster men, eh? I feel like my sword _still_ smells of fish blood!
Written By Monique
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:48 a.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
These are very interesting times we live in. Interesting, terrifying, and incredible. I would not have it any other way.
Written By Lucita
Sept. 17, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
The servants had decorated the Grand Hall beautifully, Master Cesare sang and played as entertainment and Nisaa performed exquisite dances. I had the pleasure of accompanying them, playing instruments. More people attended than I expected and ...GASP, the King himself, King Alaric surprised us with his very welcome presence. He mingled with people. complimented the entertainment and event, seemed to enjoy the wine. He impressed me as being witty, wise, charming, caring deeply for the city and its people, and he did not even lose patience with my chattering away with him.
Written By Thena
Sept. 17, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
If shrines and statues in her honor please and empower Mangata, then we have done good work. Still, don't forget to show the 12 other gods a little love as well!
Written By Valery
Sept. 16, 2017, 11:36 p.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Oh, and Lord Aiden came to look at Boots for the plushies.
Written By Valery
Sept. 16, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
Still waiting.
I sold a few perfumes more in the shop.
Not much more...
I sold a few perfumes more in the shop.
Not much more...
Written By Esoka
Sept. 16, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
My thoughts are with my friends and fellow warriors who have taken to the seas against the terror in the Darkwater Deeps. My prayers to Mangata for clear sailing, Gloria for valor against this foe, and Lagoma for the healing and rebirth that is, gods grant, to come after. Part of me wishes I could have sailed with them, but I've things to do in Arx to make sure Rivens guards and soldiers are at their strongest. It is heartening to see the shrines of Mangata lining the rivers, and gives me good hope the gods shall be with us in the dark days to come.
Written By Vanora
Sept. 16, 2017, 7:57 p.m.(3/23/1007 AR)
So it seems that the news of my marriage has slowly trickled into the social circles of the people of Arx, not that I expect there to be strong reactions, or even tiny reactions, to such a mundane piece of news. With fleets of ships being sucked into the sea and various other baffling, shocking, frightening, or fascinating information somehow becoming part of our daily lives, a simple alliance between houses and particularly between specific members of houses, doesn't seem terribly important.
It has been so for me however, much more than I expected it to be. Admittedly I found that piece alone highly irritating at first, that I should be influenced by something so commonplace given how little attention I have afforded to romance or politics or the ways in which they sometimes converge.
I enjoy being married. I do not tolerate it as a necessary part of my duty to House Pravus as I expected to. Instead I find it engages me. Being part of a family that I do not yet know and now having duties to them. I've never been particularly uncomfortable with being an outsider, it is all I have ever known, and thus holds no novelty for its own sake. The novelty is in the new place I play an old role, and especially in my sudden interest in it. The place. The role. The people.
I have given myself again twice over to my faith, to the Thirteenth and all those He enlightens. The thrill of that is impossible to adequately describe, a far different thing than the thrill of being someone's wife, of being a Marquessa. That they -both- contain any type of thrill at all was not what I expected nor prepared for. I enjoy the inaccuracy of my own opinions and relish in the sudden truths behind them. A lesson perhaps on avoiding being too enamored of ones own assumptions, for what is more reflective than being forced to look again.
It has been so for me however, much more than I expected it to be. Admittedly I found that piece alone highly irritating at first, that I should be influenced by something so commonplace given how little attention I have afforded to romance or politics or the ways in which they sometimes converge.
I enjoy being married. I do not tolerate it as a necessary part of my duty to House Pravus as I expected to. Instead I find it engages me. Being part of a family that I do not yet know and now having duties to them. I've never been particularly uncomfortable with being an outsider, it is all I have ever known, and thus holds no novelty for its own sake. The novelty is in the new place I play an old role, and especially in my sudden interest in it. The place. The role. The people.
I have given myself again twice over to my faith, to the Thirteenth and all those He enlightens. The thrill of that is impossible to adequately describe, a far different thing than the thrill of being someone's wife, of being a Marquessa. That they -both- contain any type of thrill at all was not what I expected nor prepared for. I enjoy the inaccuracy of my own opinions and relish in the sudden truths behind them. A lesson perhaps on avoiding being too enamored of ones own assumptions, for what is more reflective than being forced to look again.
Written By Fortunato
Sept. 16, 2017, 5:53 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
Philosophy is intimacy.
Written By Valencia
Sept. 16, 2017, 5:22 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Antonio
Don't die.
I shall be very vexed if you die.
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I shall be very vexed if you die.
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Written By Shard
Sept. 16, 2017, 4:13 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
I don't know, you inexplicably like an awful large number of people.
Written By Aislin
Sept. 16, 2017, 3:11 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
(Though, of course, that last entry doesn't mean I won't also still do my damndest to help with what others need to know when they approach me. I am who I am, after all.)
Written By Aislin
Sept. 16, 2017, 3:10 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
I wrote a while back about how I tend to have all of my conversations be wholly just business, and I've realized that's at least partly my own fault. While yes, I want to help others -- to spread the information we've lost, to make sure people know the things they /need/ to know -- I've perhaps let myself be too focused on doing so when someone brings up a topic.
Really, I feel like in the wake of Niamh's passing I've had trouble letting people close. I've held everyone at arms' length; even my friends have been addressed by title, and most of my conversations have been very focused on specific topics: the various dark forces we're facing, philosophy, and so on.
I've had a few conversations, here and there, which are an exception to the rule. Where I let my guard down a bit, with family or a friend, and actually /talk/ rather than just... being business. And it makes me think I do need to open up more again. To let people close. To actually /engage/ with my friends properly again.
Because while keeping everyone at arms' length is safe -- it keeps you from being hurt again -- after some point, it starts to get lonely.
Really, I feel like in the wake of Niamh's passing I've had trouble letting people close. I've held everyone at arms' length; even my friends have been addressed by title, and most of my conversations have been very focused on specific topics: the various dark forces we're facing, philosophy, and so on.
I've had a few conversations, here and there, which are an exception to the rule. Where I let my guard down a bit, with family or a friend, and actually /talk/ rather than just... being business. And it makes me think I do need to open up more again. To let people close. To actually /engage/ with my friends properly again.
Because while keeping everyone at arms' length is safe -- it keeps you from being hurt again -- after some point, it starts to get lonely.
Written By Branwen
Sept. 16, 2017, 3:05 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
Beware the quiet. For if what makes the sound despite the presence of humanity is suddenly without voice, surely nothing good lurks unseen to rob them of it.
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