Written By Marian
June 19, 2017, 7:50 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
I am still here. Any rumors of me being on Death's door are false. But as any warrior knows, it's best to heed the orders of your healer if you wish to get back on the field sooner. So please forgive my current absence from social activities.
Written By Maeve
June 19, 2017, 4:35 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
The forest continues to remain in a sad state. A decree has gone across the lands that forbids people from venturing out into the wooded lands. People are turning up missing and being hunted out there! There are people working on making the forest safe again. Until then, I will continue my efforts in developing a compost project for the blighted lands. This is going to take a lot of effort and planning. The land is vast that has been affected. I need to think of something..
Written By Carita
June 19, 2017, 2:57 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Originally, I was thinking about sending Master Fortunato a useless trinket for introducing a rather interesting conversation across the Journals yesterday evening - a raven paperweight. Now, for all the talk of food, I am going to send over a few fowl for the Murder's cook-pots.
Not carrion birds, no. No one should have to eat crow.
Not carrion birds, no. No one should have to eat crow.
Written By Aureth
June 19, 2017, 2:26 p.m.(9/7/1006 AR)
Just for the record:
My bird is way more likely to eat you than you are to eat him.
My bird is way more likely to eat you than you are to eat him.
Written By Joscelin
June 19, 2017, 1:36 p.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
I have been out and about since restocking my inventory, taking the next day to run a classified declaring such and then using the rest of the time to shop for more supplies, materials I'll need for commissions I've got to get done-
(-on a side note, if there are any enamelists in the Guild, the vendor in the marketplace with the new banner? Furthest from the fountain? They have an -exquisite- array of reds but they're sensitive to heat, be sure you use them for the last few firings and not a firing more, it turns brown-)
-I came back to my shop that evening to find a rather haggard looking assistant leaning against the counter looking like he was about to faint. After making sure he wasn't cursed with some kind of illness, I got him to sit and tell me all about this trauma etched into his face.
Turns out, after I'd listed my classified, word got around quickly (or perhaps someone's been bribed at the crier's office?) and a, I'm quoting this, "stampede of princesses with lust and murder in their eyes" swept into my shop with all the power of a hurricane and cleared me out not once, but -twice-.
I sent the poor boy home. He'd done great work, I wouldn't have known it for walking into the shop, the place was immaculate, but the receipts and accounts proved his story true. Goodness.
To all of those that enjoy my work: thank you, I am, as ever, humbled by your patronage. The Crafters Guildmaster can have no official patron and the funding in the accounts for the guild are not meant for me. The coin I make is only for my living and materials to continue to make that living. I appreciate every one of you.
Yes. Even -you-.
(-on a side note, if there are any enamelists in the Guild, the vendor in the marketplace with the new banner? Furthest from the fountain? They have an -exquisite- array of reds but they're sensitive to heat, be sure you use them for the last few firings and not a firing more, it turns brown-)
-I came back to my shop that evening to find a rather haggard looking assistant leaning against the counter looking like he was about to faint. After making sure he wasn't cursed with some kind of illness, I got him to sit and tell me all about this trauma etched into his face.
Turns out, after I'd listed my classified, word got around quickly (or perhaps someone's been bribed at the crier's office?) and a, I'm quoting this, "stampede of princesses with lust and murder in their eyes" swept into my shop with all the power of a hurricane and cleared me out not once, but -twice-.
I sent the poor boy home. He'd done great work, I wouldn't have known it for walking into the shop, the place was immaculate, but the receipts and accounts proved his story true. Goodness.
To all of those that enjoy my work: thank you, I am, as ever, humbled by your patronage. The Crafters Guildmaster can have no official patron and the funding in the accounts for the guild are not meant for me. The coin I make is only for my living and materials to continue to make that living. I appreciate every one of you.
Yes. Even -you-.
Written By Titania
June 19, 2017, 1:07 p.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
So many thing to write about I have fallen behind in my writings.
I have recently learned to shoot a bow, I know I am suppose to be a diplomat and I am do not fear that but I also wanted a way to protect myself and my loved ones should something happen. I am not a expert but I do plan on getting better if there should be someone out there willing to help me.
I have found myself not being as shy around people I see everyday that in its self is a miracle.
I have also found myself drawn to Mangata's shrine a lot as of late, I find sitting and watching the fish in the pond to be very relaxing. I feel safe there, I feel safer there then I do in a lot of places in Arx.
I found myself in the middle of the attack on the king, everything happened so fast, I was there with Dutchess Tyde, Duke Grimhall and Prince Abbas Thrax. I was hurt but not like some who was in the thick of fighting and we even lost someone.
So I think I have caught everyone up for the moment.
By Mangata's silvered veil!
I have recently learned to shoot a bow, I know I am suppose to be a diplomat and I am do not fear that but I also wanted a way to protect myself and my loved ones should something happen. I am not a expert but I do plan on getting better if there should be someone out there willing to help me.
I have found myself not being as shy around people I see everyday that in its self is a miracle.
I have also found myself drawn to Mangata's shrine a lot as of late, I find sitting and watching the fish in the pond to be very relaxing. I feel safe there, I feel safer there then I do in a lot of places in Arx.
I found myself in the middle of the attack on the king, everything happened so fast, I was there with Dutchess Tyde, Duke Grimhall and Prince Abbas Thrax. I was hurt but not like some who was in the thick of fighting and we even lost someone.
So I think I have caught everyone up for the moment.
By Mangata's silvered veil!
Written By Edward
June 19, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
A fun and fantastic pool party hosted by House Kennex was had. The booze flowed and games were played; the food was great. Thank you for a spectacular time Marquis.
Written By Fortunato
June 19, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
I'm just delighted we could have this discussion on black birds, cuisine, and, well, flesh, I suppose. Delighted.
Written By Aiden
June 19, 2017, 2:22 a.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
I certainly don't eat any dead flesh.
Fruits, veggies, grains, and dairy.
On another note, haven't we had enough murder in our city?
Why do we need to act it out?
I'm sorely disappointed as my last attendance to the Black Rose Theater wasn't one to fondly recall, save for my date with Whisper Nisaa. I wish we had plays of love and romance and things that aren't about death.
Fruits, veggies, grains, and dairy.
On another note, haven't we had enough murder in our city?
Why do we need to act it out?
I'm sorely disappointed as my last attendance to the Black Rose Theater wasn't one to fondly recall, save for my date with Whisper Nisaa. I wish we had plays of love and romance and things that aren't about death.
Written By Audric
June 19, 2017, 2:03 a.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
Do people often eat live flesh? I thought eating live flesh was considered remarkably cruel! I'll stick to eating dead flesh.
Written By Aiden
June 19, 2017, 1:52 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
I'm opposed to eating birds myself. You would be too if you could understand them like I do.
I understand people have to eat and often there isn't a choice but what they catch.
Wild ravens though? They're pretty filthy.
They eat on dead flesh.
You would then be eating their dead flesh.
Consuming it that can cause the four humors to fall out of alignment.
Sometimes that is their last laugh.
I wouldn't recommend it.
I understand people have to eat and often there isn't a choice but what they catch.
Wild ravens though? They're pretty filthy.
They eat on dead flesh.
You would then be eating their dead flesh.
Consuming it that can cause the four humors to fall out of alignment.
Sometimes that is their last laugh.
I wouldn't recommend it.
Written By Audric
June 19, 2017, 1:40 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Fun fact about both crows and ravens: both are delicious when prepared properly. There's no deeper meaning than that. I just like eating well-prepared animals. This has been your bird facts, with Audric. Have a wonderful evening!
Written By Fatima
June 19, 2017, 1:27 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
Oh Selene, a sweet summer breeze on a cold and dreary day. She smells of roses and something delicious. I can't quite put my tongue on it, it was truly a pleasure. We will no doubt be seeing more of one another, and one another more often. The young Radiant reminds me of a particular goddess but that's between us isn't it now oh white journal. Surely no one would be interested in reading what I had to say about Marquis Kennex pool party. Next time, I won't lose to Regi because I will have Selene's fortifying favor to carry with me into battle. Hopefully, if I play my cards right...yes....yes.
Written By Aiden
June 19, 2017, 1:21 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
A crow is a lot higher pitched when they voice their calls.
A raven is a low throated sound, like a gronk-gronk croooak.
Interesting fact, a crow's tail is fan-shaped and a raven's is wedge-shaped.
Fortunato is right about their socializing behaviors. Ravens are more cautious.
You know what's really interesting? A crow's life span is usually around the 8 year mark, while a raven can last upwards of 30 years! Imagine their intelligence. If you want a smart bird, a raven is the way to go.
Raven's are also larger than a crow, and their feathers have a wet look to them and gleam blue or purple. The right trainer can also get a Raven to learn to understand what you're telling them. Crow's take a bit more effort.
A raven is a low throated sound, like a gronk-gronk croooak.
Interesting fact, a crow's tail is fan-shaped and a raven's is wedge-shaped.
Fortunato is right about their socializing behaviors. Ravens are more cautious.
You know what's really interesting? A crow's life span is usually around the 8 year mark, while a raven can last upwards of 30 years! Imagine their intelligence. If you want a smart bird, a raven is the way to go.
Raven's are also larger than a crow, and their feathers have a wet look to them and gleam blue or purple. The right trainer can also get a Raven to learn to understand what you're telling them. Crow's take a bit more effort.
Written By Carita
June 19, 2017, 1:19 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Don't try and hold my hand (because I am a jellyfish.)
Grace from a distance, maybe beautiful. But wait until you're struck. I sting. My hands feel emptier. Oh, so much safer. That strange tingle is absent. That burn of holding something you weren't meant to hold. Like a spiny urchin. Like a hot coal. Like a shard of ice. Hold it until your hand trembles. Drop it back into the sea. The fire. Let it melt in your palm until your skin turns numb. It's a useless and utterly whimsical little thought to have. Bittersweet. Perilous. Ephemeral. Ruinous.
The wind will still howl. The sea will still whisper. You can count every grain of sand from the Saffron to the Mourning Isles and it will be the same.
(I will notice others linking hands. Lifeline to anchor. I will glare at them.)
Just. Don't try and hold my hand.
Grace from a distance, maybe beautiful. But wait until you're struck. I sting. My hands feel emptier. Oh, so much safer. That strange tingle is absent. That burn of holding something you weren't meant to hold. Like a spiny urchin. Like a hot coal. Like a shard of ice. Hold it until your hand trembles. Drop it back into the sea. The fire. Let it melt in your palm until your skin turns numb. It's a useless and utterly whimsical little thought to have. Bittersweet. Perilous. Ephemeral. Ruinous.
The wind will still howl. The sea will still whisper. You can count every grain of sand from the Saffron to the Mourning Isles and it will be the same.
(I will notice others linking hands. Lifeline to anchor. I will glare at them.)
Just. Don't try and hold my hand.
Written By Caelis
June 19, 2017, 12:09 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Sparing with my brother is one of my favorite things. There is no better way to catch up or bond than beating each other senseless with blades. I welcome the nights I get to vent to him and hone my skill. There is absolutely nothing wrong with my footwork-for the record. It's meant for ships, obviously.
Written By Estaban
June 19, 2017, 12:09 a.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
I grow tired of people looking down at me and my family, I grow tired of it all. I grow tired of how people make me and my family feel when we would do just about anything to help someone. Gods help me if I hear one more person tell me that their are higher and better nobles out there. Gods grant me the power of self-control. Gloria guide me please.......
Written By Fortunato
June 19, 2017, midnight(9/5/1006 AR)
Crows and ravens are close cousins, rather like the, hm, upper boroughs might be considered the class cousins of the lower boroughs. My family does happen to own property in both places. Why! We're liminal! Middle and lower class at the same time.
Ravens are creatures of greater reserve. They live and travel in pairs. While crows, bless them, are a grandly social group, flocking and squawking and enjoying a broad company and perhaps this all fits some larger, human stereotype as well.
I have no idea what anyone is really talking about, though. I usually don't. I just wanted to talk about birds.
Ravens are creatures of greater reserve. They live and travel in pairs. While crows, bless them, are a grandly social group, flocking and squawking and enjoying a broad company and perhaps this all fits some larger, human stereotype as well.
I have no idea what anyone is really talking about, though. I usually don't. I just wanted to talk about birds.
Written By Antonio
June 19, 2017, midnight(9/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
"All the stars in the sky, they are so bright, I can see them in the dark
No matter how many lifetimes away they might be
So bright, they illuminate the night stricken forest
So bright, like tiny unreachable candles so far away
And yet, their brightness is nothing next to yours,
So dim by comparison
That when you rise, it blacks out the sky.
It is dark around you, it sticks in my throat
To me, you are all the golden and glittering things in this world,
And if all the stars should cease to be,
You would be way at sea
You would be my warmth."
Written By Carita
June 18, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Crows, ravens.
For all of the croaking and crawing that they make at one another - they are all generally the same color. Although, on any given sunny day when a shadow at your feet causes you to look up, you never truly consider it. A large black bird lands in a nearby tree. You wonder: crow or raven?
Although, with a bit of practice - you can tell them apart. Strangely, this also applies to cast-iron pots and kettles.
For all of the croaking and crawing that they make at one another - they are all generally the same color. Although, on any given sunny day when a shadow at your feet causes you to look up, you never truly consider it. A large black bird lands in a nearby tree. You wonder: crow or raven?
Although, with a bit of practice - you can tell them apart. Strangely, this also applies to cast-iron pots and kettles.
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