Written By Hadrian
Aug. 6, 2017, 8:38 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I feel that I should take up painting, even if only in levels that could be labeled strictly amateur. The work of art that I could paint with the egocentric as my inspiration would be interesting to say the least. How does one capture the act of warmongering in artistic form? Something to ponder, no doubt.
Written By Edain
Aug. 6, 2017, 8:38 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
I don't really care for parties, I never did and around this time of year.. I like them even less.
But it was a joy to see Princess Alarissa as the charming hostess. She literally glowed and seemed happy in a way I had not seen her in... well a long time. The stars were shining brightly, grass was green, and the sod didn't even damage the floor of the Vow. And despite my best attempts to just put in an appearance and be supportive, her joy turned out to be infectious and I found myself staying and having a great time.
Thank you Princess Alarissa for reminding me that we all must take time to smile and laugh and dance. And that we must move on into the future and not always be stuck in the past. Thank you.
But it was a joy to see Princess Alarissa as the charming hostess. She literally glowed and seemed happy in a way I had not seen her in... well a long time. The stars were shining brightly, grass was green, and the sod didn't even damage the floor of the Vow. And despite my best attempts to just put in an appearance and be supportive, her joy turned out to be infectious and I found myself staying and having a great time.
Thank you Princess Alarissa for reminding me that we all must take time to smile and laugh and dance. And that we must move on into the future and not always be stuck in the past. Thank you.
Written By Luca
Aug. 6, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Ban is a good man to have at your back and reminds me of some of the things I miss about my Lycene heritage.
Written By Luca
Aug. 6, 2017, 8:27 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
The pentathalon was fun and Ribbons took her loss to me as well as I took my losses to her. I need more bringers or demon wolves though. Duels are a delight, but real stakes and challenges of blood are addictive.
Written By Fiachra
Aug. 6, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
That was one of the most enjoyable parties I have had the opportunity to attend since I have been in Arx. Food, drink, and the company of friends and family made it all worthwhile. My thanks to both Alarissa and Monique for such a fine affair. The sea of white was a good reflection of out hopes for the future.
Written By Calypso
Aug. 6, 2017, 7:39 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
The one thing that remains the same is that things will always change. It is not the changes that happen to us, happen around us, that define us. But it is how we face them that makes all the difference. Changes beyond my understanding, beyond my say or control are happening quietly and in the shadows. When they come to light, I will be ready.
Written By Sophie
Aug. 6, 2017, 6:46 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I was 13 when I first saw my future on a battlefield near the Telmarch, as I watched Mercies of Lagoma scour the field for survivors, combing the wreckage and ruin. How white their robes were in contrast to the earth that had been stained dark with such outpourings of blood that are the terrible oblations of war. How they navigated the agonized wails and low groans, and weathered the stench of fear and death. Such comfort they brought to every wounded soul they encountered, whether Oathlander or Abandoned, determined to do Our Lady of Change's blessed work in the face of the fury of those who would slaughter some of those they so valiantly strove to save.
I was 15 when my family finally relented and let me commence my training as a Mercy in hallowed Blancbier. For all I threw myself into my studies, for all I was grateful that my Uncle Radley and my parents saw fit to permit me the passionate pursuit of my path before my age of majority, a part of me regrets that I had not started sooner. For the next three years, I learned all that was before me, all I could grasp about the arts of the healer and the apothecary. I honed my empathy into a bedside manner that has, so far, well-served me and those in my care. I bolstered my faith with a much deeper knowledge of the Faith.
I was 18 when I finally earned the mantle of Mercy, as tender an age that the order will permit that honor. In less than six months' time, I found myself bereaved numerous times over, with the deaths of so many of my kin during what we call the Tragedy at Sanctum. My parents, my remaining grandparents, most of my aunts and uncles, so many cousins and friends, all violently taken from this life. Such grief and anguish, indescribable, yet I am grateful that such loss was spared me at an even more tender age. The countless tears merely tempered the flame-forged alaricite of my resolve to heal all that ails the world.
I was 22, which I still am as of writing this, when I sought to give others the opportunity I had, and an even earlier start than I was gifted. With the diligent work of my beloved brothers and sisters of Mercy, and with the generous donations given to us by the Faithful of Arx, we have seen fit to implement an apprenticeship program to give orphans possessing an interest and aptitude in the medicinal and apothecary arts a chance to one day be a Mercy of Lagoma. Although most are too young to be recognized as disciples of the Faith, they are welcomed and embraced as novitiates of Mercy. Those who may wish to simply tend to the plants and animals we use to make medicines may study with Mistress Leola Allenatore, the First Horn of the Lodge of Petrichor, who so graciously is sharing her time and knowledge. Between her and the training overseen by Mercy Cybele Walker In-Between, I thrum with such elation for what the future holds.
It is my intention and determination to grow this program and open it to all in Arx who may lack opportunity to train yet who possess the aptitude and interest to learn and serve. With the collaboration of my fellow Fathers and Mothers of Mercy throughout the Compact, and with the continued support of His Holiness, Dominus Aldwin Aurum and His Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV, we will ensure that such opportunities are available in every House of Solace that exists in Arvum.
I was 15 when my family finally relented and let me commence my training as a Mercy in hallowed Blancbier. For all I threw myself into my studies, for all I was grateful that my Uncle Radley and my parents saw fit to permit me the passionate pursuit of my path before my age of majority, a part of me regrets that I had not started sooner. For the next three years, I learned all that was before me, all I could grasp about the arts of the healer and the apothecary. I honed my empathy into a bedside manner that has, so far, well-served me and those in my care. I bolstered my faith with a much deeper knowledge of the Faith.
I was 18 when I finally earned the mantle of Mercy, as tender an age that the order will permit that honor. In less than six months' time, I found myself bereaved numerous times over, with the deaths of so many of my kin during what we call the Tragedy at Sanctum. My parents, my remaining grandparents, most of my aunts and uncles, so many cousins and friends, all violently taken from this life. Such grief and anguish, indescribable, yet I am grateful that such loss was spared me at an even more tender age. The countless tears merely tempered the flame-forged alaricite of my resolve to heal all that ails the world.
I was 22, which I still am as of writing this, when I sought to give others the opportunity I had, and an even earlier start than I was gifted. With the diligent work of my beloved brothers and sisters of Mercy, and with the generous donations given to us by the Faithful of Arx, we have seen fit to implement an apprenticeship program to give orphans possessing an interest and aptitude in the medicinal and apothecary arts a chance to one day be a Mercy of Lagoma. Although most are too young to be recognized as disciples of the Faith, they are welcomed and embraced as novitiates of Mercy. Those who may wish to simply tend to the plants and animals we use to make medicines may study with Mistress Leola Allenatore, the First Horn of the Lodge of Petrichor, who so graciously is sharing her time and knowledge. Between her and the training overseen by Mercy Cybele Walker In-Between, I thrum with such elation for what the future holds.
It is my intention and determination to grow this program and open it to all in Arx who may lack opportunity to train yet who possess the aptitude and interest to learn and serve. With the collaboration of my fellow Fathers and Mothers of Mercy throughout the Compact, and with the continued support of His Holiness, Dominus Aldwin Aurum and His Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV, we will ensure that such opportunities are available in every House of Solace that exists in Arvum.
Written By Gaston
Aug. 6, 2017, 6:35 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
It seems strange. The first time someone mentioned Spirits to me, I was... Put off by the very idea, really. The more I learn however, the more I begin to see that maybe it has merit indeed. I should seek out a teacher, I think.
Written By Nicia
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:53 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
The party that Princess Alarissa and Lady Monique threw was beautiful, and the prizes were lovely. I had a chance to speak with the King when there was not a long line of individuals waiting to congratulate him and the lovely Queen and it it was a very entertaining conversation. Evidently tree throwing is a thing? I can't even imagine how that is possible, but several there assured me that it was.
Written By Monique
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:43 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Insaya
Mistress Insaya is coming for dinner! Have I mentioned yet, Scholar, how elated I am that she accepted? Oh? I did?
Well, it's nonetheless true! I'd have the whole of the City know it. She's *de-fucking-lightful*!
I know that's not a real word, Scholar. It should be, though.
Well, it's nonetheless true! I'd have the whole of the City know it. She's *de-fucking-lightful*!
I know that's not a real word, Scholar. It should be, though.
Written By Turo
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:40 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I wish I had something more interesting to write down. Fact is, my life is quite boring.
Not everyone in Arx can be fascinating or special. Some of us have jobs for a living.
Not everyone in Arx can be fascinating or special. Some of us have jobs for a living.
Written By Fergus
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Went to a party. It was alright.
Beyond owls trying to be suicidal and knock over lamps of hot oil, because that's a brilliant idea.
Drank with Mal and Marian.
Didn't win the gloves. Eh, probably wouldn't wear them anyways.
Good time. Too many people though.
Beyond owls trying to be suicidal and knock over lamps of hot oil, because that's a brilliant idea.
Drank with Mal and Marian.
Didn't win the gloves. Eh, probably wouldn't wear them anyways.
Good time. Too many people though.
Written By Leola
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:27 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I attended the dinner of the Faith. It was illuminating, not least with the brilliance of Legate Orazio's robe's embroidery. I think we were all surprised.
Written By Leola
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:19 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
The Lodge of Petrichor has broken the earth and construction is apace.
Really, I've planned this so often and worked with so many people on it, and ensured the run of so many materials to the Grey Forest by now, I can't foresee the construction taking very long. Of course, part of that is because I'm eager to finish before the next emergency demands the Lodge's materials.
Again.
The downside of being a charitable organisation of the Faith, I suppose. It's a small price to pay. Perhaps third time truly is the charm.
Really, I've planned this so often and worked with so many people on it, and ensured the run of so many materials to the Grey Forest by now, I can't foresee the construction taking very long. Of course, part of that is because I'm eager to finish before the next emergency demands the Lodge's materials.
Again.
The downside of being a charitable organisation of the Faith, I suppose. It's a small price to pay. Perhaps third time truly is the charm.
Written By Alis
Aug. 6, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
What a party! Princess Alarissa and Lady Monique truly outdid themselves with the evening celebrating our turn back to longer, lighter days. Several people liked the party favors so much, they tried to take the entire display and I really can't blame them! At our table, there was plenty of warmth and laughter... and I apologize, Edain, but I told the story about the rope trap and the tree.
Written By Denica
Aug. 6, 2017, 4:53 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
( A detailed graphite drawing serves as an entry. Alleyway in the Lower Burroughs, early day as judging by how the artist has played with the light and shadow using nothing but shades of dull leaden gray. On one roughly stone-paved street, a scruffy cat sit in a closed doorway - staring haughtily at the viewer for possibly interrupting the morning routine. One striped tabby paw lifted. Prepared to dart away. )
Written By Magpie
Aug. 6, 2017, 3:45 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I know people read these journals... don't be shy, we all do it.
It's okay, it'll be our little secret.
However, if you're one of the lucky bastards that reads my journals and want a chance at a *FREE COUCH*, all you have to do is send me a message with an idea for a totally new, never-before-seen couch design and I will choose my favorite and send that person a free couch.
It's okay, it'll be our little secret.
However, if you're one of the lucky bastards that reads my journals and want a chance at a *FREE COUCH*, all you have to do is send me a message with an idea for a totally new, never-before-seen couch design and I will choose my favorite and send that person a free couch.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 6, 2017, 3:41 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerio
Marshal Valerio Mazetti is my uncle. In hindsight, I should have traveled with him from Ostria to Arx, but such was my decision at the time and I do not exactly regret it. He is in the capital with me, now. Given that he did not suffer from an apoplexy or other ill humor when I told him of my plans his first night here, I do believe he will get on swimmingly.
*As a personal note for any one reading this in the now: Should Marshal Valerio make any requests for bales of cotton, just- well, don't be surprised if you see me in the following days look as if I have become a puff ball.
*As a personal note for any one reading this in the now: Should Marshal Valerio make any requests for bales of cotton, just- well, don't be surprised if you see me in the following days look as if I have become a puff ball.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 6, 2017, 3:12 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
It took some months, but the manor house is now livable again. I restored where was possible, rather than recreate, so as to best maintain the sense of age and history it possesses. Some of the bedrooms will still need to be cleared out in the coming days and weeks, however, but by and large things are moving along nicely. My uncle arrived a few days past, which has done much to alleviate my homesickness. His tireless dedication is truly to be admired, as on his first night here, as we shared dinner, he had work to go over with me. Not merely suggestions, either, but numbers and figures and plans of action. Other plans, too, are nearing fruition, but those I shall write about upon their completion.
Written By Caelis
Aug. 6, 2017, 3:03 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I had an amazing time at the ball last night. The conversation was grand and there was even some dancing. It was a much needed reminder that warmer days will come again. I'm still not used to winters that actually snow, that much is a marvel to me.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
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