Written By Reigna
Aug. 17, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
What can I say about this marvelous Lady so new to my acquaintance? The Lady Khanne is a delight to speak to, she has remarkable wisdom and insight and I very much enjoy her company. Her faith is fascinating to me, and she has been so very patient in her explanations of what it means to be a shaman. I have a feeling that she, if she is willing, will be a frequent dinner guest at Keaton Hall.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 17, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
It has been a few days now and the sights of the Grand Melee linger. I did not have much time to enjoy the competition, though I certainly got a very clear view of the results. I have to say my heart nearly stopped seeing so many beloved faces brought down in the dog pile strategy that proved very effective, if not precisely valiant. I think perhaps in the wake of war, that fighting edge is still keen and not prepared to yield in good faith, still too bound to the instinct to win -- to survive. Still, I am glad I was there, glad that I could use my hands to help ease some of the wounds. And seeing the Mother Mercy herself, Princess Sophie Valardin in action was a thing of wonder. I do not exaggerate when I say I learned so much on that field that day. Seeing her, calm, authoritative and yet still so comforting, well. It is no surprise how she came to be the Mother Mercy at so tender an age. She is everything she should be and I am proud to be her cousin.
Sister Thena, Softest Whisper Saedrus, Lady Caelis Malvici, everyone there lending aid and healing, you are all inspirations and I thank you.
Sister Thena, Softest Whisper Saedrus, Lady Caelis Malvici, everyone there lending aid and healing, you are all inspirations and I thank you.
Written By Aksel
Aug. 17, 2017, 3:27 a.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Okay, I have to write this down.
I just had the most mind numbing experience that a man could have. It was like my body was alive in places I never knew were alive. Sweat poured down my face and I bet my body was doing the same. It left me unable to speak and there were actual moments were I thought I would actually pass out and die. Sure, it was good at first, even sumptous, but then it hit me and I never felt such pain before and I hope I never have to again. I seriously thought I was going to have to cut my own tongue out and had thoughts of gouging my eyes out from the pain of it all. I survived though. Barely.
Admiral Wash thinks it was something called Hog Pepper from the Saffron Isle chain. I was in so much pain I am half tempted to sail there and light it on fire so none can ever experience this sort of misery again. Word of caution to everyone out there. Don't Trust a Vendor.
I just had the most mind numbing experience that a man could have. It was like my body was alive in places I never knew were alive. Sweat poured down my face and I bet my body was doing the same. It left me unable to speak and there were actual moments were I thought I would actually pass out and die. Sure, it was good at first, even sumptous, but then it hit me and I never felt such pain before and I hope I never have to again. I seriously thought I was going to have to cut my own tongue out and had thoughts of gouging my eyes out from the pain of it all. I survived though. Barely.
Admiral Wash thinks it was something called Hog Pepper from the Saffron Isle chain. I was in so much pain I am half tempted to sail there and light it on fire so none can ever experience this sort of misery again. Word of caution to everyone out there. Don't Trust a Vendor.
Written By Caelis
Aug. 17, 2017, 12:07 a.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
I like snow. I never thought I would say it. To be honest, I never did before. I was shown that snow can be used to make a shelter one can stay warm in and had the most magical afternoon. In a time there things I had held as magical or wonderful have been less idyllic it's so shocking to find snow wonderous, but I do. I look forward to what else I can discover about snow.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Merek
Aug. 16, 2017, 11:32 p.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerio
An older man that I've met. He seems to be protective of those within his House, and I admire him quite a bit. I could tell at first look he is an honorable man. I hope to learn more about him and share stories perhaps.
Written By Merek
Aug. 16, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like to own land. Truly own it. That way I could tend the fields, the animals, and produce food. I'm sounding a bit like my sister, she likes agriculture so much. Either way, it's an interesting prospect. Perhaps I can at least help with others on their fields.
Written By Merek
Aug. 16, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
The Marquessa Cambria is a nice person, and I think we should be able to become friends, or allies at the least. It's nice to have acquaintances with others that serve Fidante and Velenosa.
Written By Merek
Aug. 16, 2017, 11:08 p.m.(1/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
I met the Marquis Hadrian and had the pleasure to get to know him a bit. He is quite a nice man, and assists refugees as he is able. It's quite nice to make more acquaintances.
Written By Ida
Aug. 16, 2017, 6:31 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
The shop was full of life today! I made some wonderful new acquaintances, which made me further realize how much I missed being in Arx; of being in the front room talking about weapons and all manner of things with whoever might grace the doorway. Of the prospect of forging new weapons of steel or rubicund, and possible bouts in the training center. Mixed with those are the reconnections with friends and people who are like second families as well. The losses...there's sadness, too, but mostly an overwhelming feeling of living that perhaps I sometimes forgot to truly appreciate and experience in full before.
Written By Tristan
Aug. 16, 2017, 3:48 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
I've never wanted to be noble. Could argue that's one of my defining traits.
Now that's theoretically possible, though, I spent ten minutes today thinking about it.
Scary thought.
Now that's theoretically possible, though, I spent ten minutes today thinking about it.
Scary thought.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 16, 2017, 3:47 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
As if I needed more fucking titles to add on to the insanely long list...
I miss the old days when I hung around Southport and drank and screwed the occasional sailor or merchant and yelled at my trainees. Now I hang around Arx and drink and yell at trainees. And doctors. And the occasional adventurer. And priests. Haven't yelled at the King yet. YET. Give it time, bound to happen. Will I have a head after that? Yes, but 'on my neck' is the question.
I miss the old days when I hung around Southport and drank and screwed the occasional sailor or merchant and yelled at my trainees. Now I hang around Arx and drink and yell at trainees. And doctors. And the occasional adventurer. And priests. Haven't yelled at the King yet. YET. Give it time, bound to happen. Will I have a head after that? Yes, but 'on my neck' is the question.
Written By Valencia
Aug. 16, 2017, 3:28 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
It is sweet to read of Princess Donella's introduction to the North and some of it makes me smile.
I will fully admit it takes some getting used to, but I think she will fall in love with the north as much as I did. There is something wild and beautiful about the heart of the north. It's seen in the land and its people. Gods, I miss it even now.
Once the north holds a piece of your heart, part of you always remains with it. And for that I am glad. No matter where I go or what happens, I will always love the north and her people. Though if you had asked me when I first got there I would have given a different answer.
At least her introduction is being done voluntarily and out of love among those who know and care for her. Their warmth and kind care will offer safe harbour until she finds her own way.
I wish her the greatest life, luck and love in this.
Gods, this makes me miss it and Angus even more. So silly of me.
~~~~~<~<@
I will fully admit it takes some getting used to, but I think she will fall in love with the north as much as I did. There is something wild and beautiful about the heart of the north. It's seen in the land and its people. Gods, I miss it even now.
Once the north holds a piece of your heart, part of you always remains with it. And for that I am glad. No matter where I go or what happens, I will always love the north and her people. Though if you had asked me when I first got there I would have given a different answer.
At least her introduction is being done voluntarily and out of love among those who know and care for her. Their warmth and kind care will offer safe harbour until she finds her own way.
I wish her the greatest life, luck and love in this.
Gods, this makes me miss it and Angus even more. So silly of me.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Sparte
Aug. 16, 2017, 3:20 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
My sister is in Arx. I mean, wow. I need to write home more often, had no idea she would be here. I havn't seen Arta in almost a year but she looks just the same as I remember. She says she'll only be here a few weeks, so I'm going to do what I can to make them good weeks.
Written By Denica
Aug. 16, 2017, 2:35 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Dear Future Brother,
Cold does not bring character. Cold brings a poor balance to the humors that leads to shivering, confusion, and blue limbs. I shall be sending furs, not poisoned rum, with Donella up to the Great North. If she returns to Arx as a popsicle, you will need to anticipate that I will rain down mischief upon your person.
Always,
Princess Denica Thrax.
Cold does not bring character. Cold brings a poor balance to the humors that leads to shivering, confusion, and blue limbs. I shall be sending furs, not poisoned rum, with Donella up to the Great North. If she returns to Arx as a popsicle, you will need to anticipate that I will rain down mischief upon your person.
Always,
Princess Denica Thrax.
Written By Darren
Aug. 16, 2017, 2:18 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
Please do not send Princess Donella poisoned rum prior to the wedding. Or after, for that matter, no matter how much she begs.
And Princess, just remember.. Cold brings character, my love!
And Princess, just remember.. Cold brings character, my love!
Written By Donella
Aug. 16, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
I am cold. It is cold. Dog is too stupid to be cold, more or less a gigantic wet tongue with fur. Horse and Galley are probably cold in their paddocks, though I had blankets made for them. Lycene fashions are cold, so I had to send back the designs for wedding clothes—because this is NOTHING compared to Farhaven, I am sure. Maelstrom's harbor is cold, the gap to the bay having to be worked more or less constantly to keep the approach open, according to my letters from home. This soup has become cold as I've written this leaf to add to my journal at the Archive.
And to top it all off, I think I have a cold. No, I don't think. I know.
Vellichor, give me patience. Lagoma, I pray for mercy. Why is it when you have a cold, that you feel hot, and sore, and stuffy, and miserable? Winter is ordinarily beautiful, and clear, and brisk! Instead, examining my reflection briefly, my eyes and puffy, my nose is red, my hair mussed even though I just dressed it, and I feel as though I have gargled broken fishbones and chased it with a tall glass of Mangata's own briny brew.
Send help. Do not send any more rum, or if you do, at least have the decency to poison it first.
And to top it all off, I think I have a cold. No, I don't think. I know.
Vellichor, give me patience. Lagoma, I pray for mercy. Why is it when you have a cold, that you feel hot, and sore, and stuffy, and miserable? Winter is ordinarily beautiful, and clear, and brisk! Instead, examining my reflection briefly, my eyes and puffy, my nose is red, my hair mussed even though I just dressed it, and I feel as though I have gargled broken fishbones and chased it with a tall glass of Mangata's own briny brew.
Send help. Do not send any more rum, or if you do, at least have the decency to poison it first.
Written By Katarina
Aug. 16, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
I want to thank everyone who has been an integral part in aiding the Oathlands in establishing a stronger foothold in the Eventide Vast. Without you, we would not have been able to come this far.
Written By Corban
Aug. 16, 2017, 11:05 a.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
I have received my first outfit of silks. They cost a fortune, but if nobles in this City are to be known as silks, then I suppose it is only proper that I have one good outfit for appropriate occasions. Perhaps for that dinner that Lady Monique proposed. She is one to appreciate these things. I think.
They are perfectly proper, of course. Dark, midnight black items with the mark of the Telmar on them. None of the daring Velenosa fashion. And I admit they fit well and handsomely. But still, it is curious to have such luxury after years in the rough-and-tumble of the Telmarch.
It is getting chilly, though. Perhaps I have silk just in time to need wool. Timing.
They are perfectly proper, of course. Dark, midnight black items with the mark of the Telmar on them. None of the daring Velenosa fashion. And I admit they fit well and handsomely. But still, it is curious to have such luxury after years in the rough-and-tumble of the Telmarch.
It is getting chilly, though. Perhaps I have silk just in time to need wool. Timing.
Written By Denica
Aug. 16, 2017, 10:37 a.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
Lady Clover.
( Snippets of hurried sketches, trying to capture the subject before the memory fades. A head bowed, deeply golden hair undimmed. Green eyes the new color of spring - then, no - green eyes the color of older green trees. Distracted. Focused. Smudged hands, agile and graceful. )
( Snippets of hurried sketches, trying to capture the subject before the memory fades. A head bowed, deeply golden hair undimmed. Green eyes the new color of spring - then, no - green eyes the color of older green trees. Distracted. Focused. Smudged hands, agile and graceful. )
Written By Edward
Aug. 16, 2017, 9:30 a.m.(1/12/1007 AR)
New opportunities present themselves. It is with interest and the blessing of my liege lords that I step through a newly opened doorway.
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