Aug. 6, 2017, 2:58 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on
Valencia
Fortunately, it did not get more mortifying than it already had.
Written By
Kael
Aug. 6, 2017, 1:44 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I attended the social event of the year. The White Ball. It was an amazing thing, one that if I had not actually seen it, I would not believe it. So amazing, in fact, my wife actually got me to dance. She almost did twice, in fact. There is also the fact that while I am not necessarily a drinker, I rather enjoyed the interesting concoction of milk and maelstrom rum together. I just cannot tell, was it the milk I enjoyed or the rum? In other news, I believe that my wife is missing Keaton's Faithful Stalker, or Faith, as she was calling her.
Aug. 6, 2017, 1:35 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Princess Alarissa and Lady Monique's party was the stuff of dreams. It was so lovely, so magical. I have never worn clothes or jewelry like I did that night -- I truly felt lovely and Kael... Kael looked incredible.
I can only hope that Princess Katarina is going to be alright. Prior to the event, there was an accident at the Grottos and I helped as best I could. I saw her at the party, so she must have been alright. I will check on her soon and make sure she is well.
Coming to Arx has broadened my experiences so very much. I want to write about it, but I have to gather my thoughts first, to do it all justice.
Aug. 6, 2017, 1:18 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
The world if full of difficult people. Several people I am fond of counts among them. Though, I don't mind dealing with the difficulties of people I like. IT is peopling with people I don't know or like that I find far too difficult and have no desire to deal with.
Written By
Aiden
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:57 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Too much rum...
Did I sing? Something tells me I was singing...
At least what I can remember of the party was fun.
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:56 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
The past few weeks have solidified my intent to have a larger courthouse constructed. The Court of the Commons' single room was probably adequate when it was built during the peace of the queens, but in a city of hundreds of thousands, it's just not enough. Magistrates have to step over each other or around each other constantly, and if any case requires more than a summary judgement, the rest of the court completely ceases to function while we set up for a trial.
A building a bit larger than twice this size could easily house a half dozen smaller rooms for summary judgements and a larger courtroom for trials, along with offices on the second floor. I'll have to have something drawn up so that I can present it to the other ministers.
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I went to the White Midnight ball or whatever they called it. I wore white, but with Malvici red and gold. I looked... pretty? Fuck, I don't know. It was a proper dress with the usual expanse of skin tastefully displayed (Save the boob window, hate those) and a swirly skirt which was really just a bunch of hanging strips of cloth and shit. I guess it was pretty fashionable. I don't fucking know. Fashion is something other people do. I just want to wear comfortable clothes that keep my ass safe.
The setting was pretty impressive with the whole starry sky. If I was a romantic I'd have loved the fucking thing. As it was, it was dark and at least the liquor and company (the Redrains and the palace Seraph and the King) was good. Yeah, the King came by my table to hang. I told him where to find the good liquor as a thank you for pointing me to the best shit at his reception.
I like the guy.
Aug. 6, 2017, 11:52 a.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
I've been learning about the basics of different languages, and it is really intriguing. I had no idea there were so many dialects, and I hear tell that there are even more that were probably forgotten over the years. I wonder how a language gets born, does it just happen? Do a bunch of people decide to talk different, or is it a sort of accident? It'd be neat if a new language happened in my lifetime, but I suppose that probably isn't very likely.
Aug. 6, 2017, 9:44 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
I haven't seen or chat with any of the people I like in a long while.
I really should get more friends.
Something tells me I'll need them.
Aug. 6, 2017, 9:37 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
What to do?
I'm just so getting tired of waiting.
It seems that all I've been doing lately is waiting and listening.
Written By
Jael
Aug. 6, 2017, 8:43 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
I was planning to attend Princess Alarissa and Lady Monique's grand ball, had the gown and everything, unfortunately I made the fatal mistake of sneezing in front of Mama while I was visiting Artshall and then it was all blah blah blah running about in wet leathers catch your death of cold drink this brandy right away young lady (all right, that part was nice) if you walk out that door I am sending Lieutenant Desfleur after you etc. etc.
But I'm glad it went off well. I know they both worked very hard on it.
Aug. 6, 2017, 8:39 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
The Night of White is past and it was a completely enjoyable affair. Except for the one holdout it was nice to see that everyone participated in the dress requirements to attend. There was a lot of diverse and interesting styles of clothing adopted in white.
Aug. 6, 2017, 1:55 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
In answer to the question: "Could this night be any more mortifying?"
Yes, yes, it could. Without a doubt.
Fortunately tomorrow is another day.
~~~~~<~<@
Aug. 6, 2017, 1:35 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
I did it. I went an entire night at a noble's ball, didn't break a sweat, didn't swear too much and didn't get utterly drunk. How I did so I got no fucking idea. Really I just wish I could document it in even the slightest of fancy words just so that I could remember it later, but maybe it was just meant to be a fucking miracle. You understand don't you, Scribe? Maybe you can think of something for me while we're sitting here.
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:47 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
I feel blessed to be a part of this city, of these people. Spirits preserve me, but tonight was fantastical. How can I ever contain this much gratitude?
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:28 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on
Denica
*A sketch of a cat. A rather majestic cat. All fluffy, and full of light colored fur, and shining eyes. The cat has a slightly mischevious look, for all her aloofness.*
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:27 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on
Felicia
*A slightly shaky sketch of Dame Felicia, on the back of a great black stallion. Her hair has been braided, and she appears to be in the process of putting a helmet on. She's got a serious expression on her face, though a hint of light appears in her eyes.*
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:25 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on
Alaric
*A slightly less shakey than normal sketch of King Alaric Grayson III. He's sitting at a table with vague outlines of people around him. There's a smile on his lips, and a glass raised upward. Attention has been carefully paid to the details of his face; as if the artist were attempting to be as accurate as possible.*
Aug. 6, 2017, 12:04 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on
Alarissa
Along with the Lady Monique, she put together a simply phenomenal event. It was everything one expects from a Great House's ball: elegant, extravagant, dazzling, and delightful, while also delivering the unexpected. It's difficult to imagine the work which must have gone into transplanting grass and flowers into the very dignified main hall of Valardin manor, much less in the dead of winter. On top of the planning, both she and Lady Monique were warm, engaging hostesses, who - as far as I could tell - made every effort to reach out to as many of the (many!) guests that could be found. It truly was a delightful evening.
Aug. 5, 2017, 9:58 p.m.(12/19/1006 AR)
Gods! Could this night be any more mortifying?