Written By Denica
Aug. 2, 2017, 10:09 a.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
(Tucked between the pages of her journal, and sprayed with a fixative to keep the colors from smudging - is a chalk pastel drawing of the Crimson Square's dueling grounds. The colors have been inversed. Any grass is now shaded in rusty auburn red and burnt umber, smudged out to look overgrown, each blade of grass appears to be overly long fingers that reach toward the center of the Square. The sky is a sickly shade of goldenrod mixed with yellow ochre, and the greyed out clouds are likewise pulled out thin - as though starved. The rest is all shadows: black, grey, and various hues of blue are layered over to suggest shapes hiding in those shadows that cannot be recognized. In the center of the dueling grounds where the shadows are light as smoke, there are the overlapping swirl and slither of serpents tied into one complicated knot.)
Written By Thena
Aug. 2, 2017, 8:53 a.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
What a beautiful wedding.
Written By Calarian
Aug. 2, 2017, 4:48 a.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
Today, I was the spectator of a historical event in the form of the wedding of our King Alaric and our Queen Symonesse. It can sometimes be reassuring to see major events go without trouble -- so unflawed from its original concept that one can dare-call it perfect. I am happy and pleased with the efforts put into making this union materialize -- and I am humbled by the generous words our lieges said as to my service to the Crown. Your Majesties, the pleasure of service has been mine. I also salute and echo the royal speech, that this is the start of a new era.
Today, I also made a new decision in my life and it has given me a sense of renewal which I hadn't felt in some time. I feel dilligent in not letting myself drowse again into letting this happen in the future -- this whole matter which has brought many of us so much pain. But now my pain is hidden and replaced for hope. I feel aligned with the speech of the King. It is the start of a new era, both for the Compact and for Myself.
Long Live the King. Long Live the Queen.
Long Live the Crown.
Today, I also made a new decision in my life and it has given me a sense of renewal which I hadn't felt in some time. I feel dilligent in not letting myself drowse again into letting this happen in the future -- this whole matter which has brought many of us so much pain. But now my pain is hidden and replaced for hope. I feel aligned with the speech of the King. It is the start of a new era, both for the Compact and for Myself.
Long Live the King. Long Live the Queen.
Long Live the Crown.
Written By Saedrus
Aug. 2, 2017, 1:58 a.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
The wedding was an absolutely magnificent feat; the Cathedral was breathtaking, her Majesty, Queen Symonesse was simply awe-inspiring and of course, His Majesty King Alaric was perfectly befitting such regal station. The Legate of Concepts spoke brilliantly, and their vows were truly touching.
Her Majesty's spiders are the most incredibly creatures, and they actually applauded -- though one lost its footing I believe. Incredible.
It is a beautiful start to what will soon be a new year, a brighter one than those gone before it, I hope.
Long live, and Gods' bless, the King and Queen of our Compact.
Her Majesty's spiders are the most incredibly creatures, and they actually applauded -- though one lost its footing I believe. Incredible.
It is a beautiful start to what will soon be a new year, a brighter one than those gone before it, I hope.
Long live, and Gods' bless, the King and Queen of our Compact.
Written By Mailys
Aug. 2, 2017, 12:57 a.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
Dire Sized Mailys was entirely worked to the bone. I put plenty of work in too. She does amazing things. Best cousin.
Written By Katarina
Aug. 2, 2017, 12:10 a.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
You've become far more important to me than I can ever convey in words. I don't know what I would do without you.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 1, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
As the Queen requests:
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
For when the ebb has come to swell, red runs the vivid slaughter.
Not sand nor cloud can recall the battles the waves did roar,
but as the boat crashes against the rocks, ask, "...are you certainly shore?"
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
For when the ebb has come to swell, red runs the vivid slaughter.
Not sand nor cloud can recall the battles the waves did roar,
but as the boat crashes against the rocks, ask, "...are you certainly shore?"
Written By Laric
Aug. 1, 2017, 8:23 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Am I lake to the party? I'm sorry, Vellichor. Get this pen aweigh from me.
Our dog Steadfast is a good buoy.
(In much smaller script, near the bottom of the page:)
I am truly sorry.
Our dog Steadfast is a good buoy.
(In much smaller script, near the bottom of the page:)
I am truly sorry.
Written By Melinda
Aug. 1, 2017, 8:17 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
You truly are the best seamstress in Arx when I am ready you shall be commissioned for my wedding gown.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 1, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
I enjoy the ocean. It respects no tidals and is always tidey.
This is the best I can do, Aureth. Can't we do pictures instead.
This is the best I can do, Aureth. Can't we do pictures instead.
Written By Valencia
Aug. 1, 2017, 7:52 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
I wish people would scale down all the fish and sea puns. It's getting harder and harder to tuna them out.
Don't want to appear to be hooking anyone into a debait, but I feel I must say something, though it seems that I'm floundering with my words.
I suppose one must reel in the judgement on such things, though I hope it fin-ishes soon.
~~~~~<~<@
Don't want to appear to be hooking anyone into a debait, but I feel I must say something, though it seems that I'm floundering with my words.
I suppose one must reel in the judgement on such things, though I hope it fin-ishes soon.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Aleksei
Aug. 1, 2017, 6:41 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Water you all thinking about all these puns? I don't quite sea it.
Written By Agnarr
Aug. 1, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Wolf blood's hard to clean out.
Written By Aureth
Aug. 1, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Don't be so salty when you see sea puns. Honestly, people, you're all wet.
Written By Denica
Aug. 1, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Did you hear about those ocean puns that were taking over the Journals? No? They were Abyssmal.
Written By Cara
Aug. 1, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Two sailors went walking on the beach one night, all alone, and as they chatted by a tidal pool, the first sailor drew a knife and stabbed the other fellow straight off.
"What the bloody hell d'ya stab me for? I thought you were my friend!"
"Nah, mate, I'm no friend," replied the first, "I'm anemone."
"What the bloody hell d'ya stab me for? I thought you were my friend!"
"Nah, mate, I'm no friend," replied the first, "I'm anemone."
Written By Mae
Aug. 1, 2017, 3:06 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Life is all about fish. And the ocean. But fish.
Tide goes in, tide goes out.
I went down to the beach to observe the waves. To see how they come and how they go. As a Harlequin of Death, that is one of the messages we preach. Beginnings, endings, a cycle, never stopping.
The beach itself works just as well for a metaphor, and as a focus for contemplation. Find a stick, write your name in the sand. Set aside a few hours and build a beautiful castle. Leave your work overnight and return the next day, and you'll see the sea has washed it all away. It's a clean slate, once again. The most regal structures, the most elaborate drawings, all return to what they were. Sand.
The cycle never stops. Around and around we go. Sometimes we are great castles. Sometimes we're a child's name. Each time we're wiped clean - still made of the same stuff, but wiped clean - and we start again. Each time we have a chance to build a new. Each time we have the chance to define ourselves.
And I believe that, good people of Arx, is the porpoise of humanatee.
(I'm so sorry.)
Tide goes in, tide goes out.
I went down to the beach to observe the waves. To see how they come and how they go. As a Harlequin of Death, that is one of the messages we preach. Beginnings, endings, a cycle, never stopping.
The beach itself works just as well for a metaphor, and as a focus for contemplation. Find a stick, write your name in the sand. Set aside a few hours and build a beautiful castle. Leave your work overnight and return the next day, and you'll see the sea has washed it all away. It's a clean slate, once again. The most regal structures, the most elaborate drawings, all return to what they were. Sand.
The cycle never stops. Around and around we go. Sometimes we are great castles. Sometimes we're a child's name. Each time we're wiped clean - still made of the same stuff, but wiped clean - and we start again. Each time we have a chance to build a new. Each time we have the chance to define ourselves.
And I believe that, good people of Arx, is the porpoise of humanatee.
(I'm so sorry.)
Written By Felicia
Aug. 1, 2017, 3:04 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
I've decided not to cut my hair after all. It had been a hot point of contention after I found my braid was getting so long I might have to change the style of helmet I wear to keep it. Clover convinced me... And I'd hate to cut it anyway. I'll make do with what I have.
In other words when I take off my helmet I can garrote someone with my red hair. There's an image that will stick with you for a lifetime!
In other words when I take off my helmet I can garrote someone with my red hair. There's an image that will stick with you for a lifetime!
Written By Dafne
Aug. 1, 2017, 1:57 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Once, as a little girl in the Lyceum, I went swimming and ended up in the middle of a pod of dolphins.
Not by accident. It was completely on porpoise.
Not by accident. It was completely on porpoise.
Written By Magpie
Aug. 1, 2017, 1:35 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
Don't worry everyone, I haven't forgotten about the party on my ship that I promised. I'll get around to it schooner or later.
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