Written By Kima
June 5, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(8/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Victus took me noodling once.
What he showed me was large. I was impressed.
But then I dropped it, and we both went hungry.
What he showed me was large. I was impressed.
But then I dropped it, and we both went hungry.
Written By Fergus
June 5, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(8/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
You said it, I didn't.
I'm neither confirming or denying that.
(no really, do it, he'll show up literally glistening)
I'm neither confirming or denying that.
(no really, do it, he'll show up literally glistening)
Written By Fergus
June 5, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(8/6/1006 AR)
So this is why whenever I ask for chicken for dinner, it always ends up being so fucking dry.
I don't want to know what the damn expenses have been for just olive oil alone.
I don't want to know what the damn expenses have been for just olive oil alone.
Written By Donella
June 5, 2017, 12:48 p.m.(8/6/1006 AR)
The confessional has been very busy this morning, and the priests keep wiping their hands as if they feel greasy. Something something, olive oil, cornhole, ha-ha. If I have to go over to the Redrain estate to beat women off of the Prince of Farhaven with a stick, I would like to remind various and sundry that I hold the Isles cup for Shinwack, a game played by gods-fearing islanders in times of exceptional pique, the name of which pretty much tells you all that you need to know about it. Rather like the game of pitchpot, played by angry wives. The tallow would really only decrease friction. I view this as a tactical advantage.
By the by, little brother, if you are reading this, I'm utterly certain that your wife does not care who you undress at the pool. You see dogs chasing carts, but never driving them. And it occurs to me that Thrax men are so pleased with their skill in handling their noodles, they never consider what becomes of their reputation when someone comes along who can hand it to them in a beach sling.
By the by, little brother, if you are reading this, I'm utterly certain that your wife does not care who you undress at the pool. You see dogs chasing carts, but never driving them. And it occurs to me that Thrax men are so pleased with their skill in handling their noodles, they never consider what becomes of their reputation when someone comes along who can hand it to them in a beach sling.
Written By Alis
June 5, 2017, 12:48 p.m.(8/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Sooo, are you saying if we have a cornholing extravaganza here at the manor it's possible Darren will show up oiled and in a thong, ready to go?
Written By Samantha
June 5, 2017, 12:39 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
In a very short space in time, I have lost two people who took up important spaces in my life.
Lady Juliet was a friend who stood by me in the most tentative of times, and reminded me of the phrase "steel under silk". She had a way of making those around her feel beautiful, and I'm not sure I will ever meet someone as incredible as her again in my life. She painted me once in miniature, and we'd talked about a larger painting for the future, which now shall never be made. I weep for her loss, and celebrate her life.
Count Max was in some ways my friend, and certainly my ally. I'm sure he had ulterior motives; rare is the noble of Thrax who doesn't, but his intentions regarding the abolishment of thralldom were sincere, and he supported me without question when I asked him to do so.
(I think now of a fond and amusing memory - I think he tried to seduce me once. It was our first informal meeting. He made a great show of taking off his shirt.)
Life will go on, but there will always be the shadows of those we've had to leave behind.
Lady Juliet was a friend who stood by me in the most tentative of times, and reminded me of the phrase "steel under silk". She had a way of making those around her feel beautiful, and I'm not sure I will ever meet someone as incredible as her again in my life. She painted me once in miniature, and we'd talked about a larger painting for the future, which now shall never be made. I weep for her loss, and celebrate her life.
Count Max was in some ways my friend, and certainly my ally. I'm sure he had ulterior motives; rare is the noble of Thrax who doesn't, but his intentions regarding the abolishment of thralldom were sincere, and he supported me without question when I asked him to do so.
(I think now of a fond and amusing memory - I think he tried to seduce me once. It was our first informal meeting. He made a great show of taking off his shirt.)
Life will go on, but there will always be the shadows of those we've had to leave behind.
Written By Agnarr
June 5, 2017, 12:31 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Do not ingest Redrain olive oil.
Written By Eleyna
June 5, 2017, 12:25 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Note to self: Arrange a visit to the Redrain Estate. Bring olive oil.
Written By Armel
June 5, 2017, 12:24 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Don't describe Darren as savory. It's creepy.
Written By Freja
June 5, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Noodling? Really?
Oh, the mental images my family paints so vividly.
No wonder the olive oil is always gone from the kitchens and Darren smells so savory.
Oh, the mental images my family paints so vividly.
No wonder the olive oil is always gone from the kitchens and Darren smells so savory.
Written By Darren
June 5, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
What can I say? If you've got it, flaunt it.
Written By Eleyna
June 5, 2017, 12:14 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Oh, what fools we all have been. It's almost like one of Blacktongue's jokes.
Though I suspect the punchline will be much more bloody.
Though I suspect the punchline will be much more bloody.
Written By Fergus
June 5, 2017, 12:04 p.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Hey Edain,
I might have to have Marian note to you that there are some things that need to be kept to black journals.
You brought this on yourself, just saying. Can't hold it against the rest of us if you decided to make yourself a target.
And don't listen to what Darren says. He oils himself up just do it. Man walks around the villa in thong acting like some kind of bronzed god.
I might have to have Marian note to you that there are some things that need to be kept to black journals.
You brought this on yourself, just saying. Can't hold it against the rest of us if you decided to make yourself a target.
And don't listen to what Darren says. He oils himself up just do it. Man walks around the villa in thong acting like some kind of bronzed god.
Written By Edward
June 5, 2017, 11:48 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I have not met Prince Edain but I would find great amusement in hearing him explain to a crowd of people how to play a game called cornhole...
Written By Darren
June 5, 2017, 11:46 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I was recently informed that Prince Edain was bemoaning about the suggestive names of Thraxian games while simultaneously declaring he was getting a group together for a vigorous cornholing. I nearly laughed my servant right out of the room, thinking that my good friend has finally declared his secret hedonism to the world (I, of course, have known all along), only to be informed that 'cornhole' is actually a game where you throw bags of corn into a hole. That sounds utterly boring, and utterly Valardin.
Of course, I am personally glad that Redrain keeps it real and doesn't do anything remotely as suggestive as the Valardin and Thrax apparently do. Now, please do excuse me while I get oiled up for another rousing round of bear wrestling.
Of course, I am personally glad that Redrain keeps it real and doesn't do anything remotely as suggestive as the Valardin and Thrax apparently do. Now, please do excuse me while I get oiled up for another rousing round of bear wrestling.
Written By Alis
June 5, 2017, 11:34 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
I'm not telling him, I'm sorry. Someone else is going to have to fall on that sword!
Written By Merek
June 5, 2017, 11:22 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
It is the eve of the fifth day of the eighth month. Not much new has been going on, but I have learned a bit more about Arx. It is amazing, that there is so much to learn. I'm hoping that the wall is repaired, with all the recent news about things out and about it's best we don't have to place so many people in the way of whatever is there. I've supported it as best I'm able, but this task is better suited for someone who has enough resources to truly assist with the rebuilding. I would ask that any which read this, put their assistance towards the wall being rebuilt, if they aren't currently supporting any other endeavors.
Written By Edain
June 5, 2017, 10:46 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
When catching up on new journal entries I stumbled across one written by High Lord Victus where he lamented missing out on a noodling competition. I found this to be not only a silly name but one that might also have a tawdry meaning, so curiosity got the better of me and I had to find out what "noodling" was.
Well I had to ask just about every scribe working but I eventually found one the directed me to a very informative book. It turns out that 'noodling' is a method of catching fish that involves diving under the water, sticking your hand down the fishes burrow so it tries to swallow your arm whole, and then pulling them up out of the water. This sounds to me a both crazy and dangerous way to catch a fish!
I am certainly glad that in the Oathlands we don't have any such pass times with silly and suggestive names. In fact I am going to go back to the Manor and round up everyone for a nice vigorous game of cornhole!
Well I had to ask just about every scribe working but I eventually found one the directed me to a very informative book. It turns out that 'noodling' is a method of catching fish that involves diving under the water, sticking your hand down the fishes burrow so it tries to swallow your arm whole, and then pulling them up out of the water. This sounds to me a both crazy and dangerous way to catch a fish!
I am certainly glad that in the Oathlands we don't have any such pass times with silly and suggestive names. In fact I am going to go back to the Manor and round up everyone for a nice vigorous game of cornhole!
Written By Carita
June 5, 2017, 10:41 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Once upon a time, a long - long - long time ago,
When rats ran after cats,
and dogs were chased by cats
there lived an Old Man and an Old Woman. That this couple had two children living with them, foundling twins, and the Old Woman couldn't stand the sight of them. The boy was named Kato and the girl Linnea. (Yes, my girl, like Uncle Kato.) There would often be times that they would go hungry, and if the Old Woman was in a mood she would throw shoes at them - (How cruel! Such smelly shoes.) Oh, those poor children. What a life that they knew.
So, one day, the Old Woman (who was known to have a shriveled old prune for a heart in at least seven neighboring villages) as wicked as she was cunning, told the Old Man that she had no wish to take care of these ungrateful orphans any longer. She demanded he take them into the deeps of the woods and do whatever the Gods inspired him to do. Leave them, kill them - as long as she never saw them again.
The Old Man, weak with age and illness and love, made up his mind to do her bidding and so he took the twins - Kato and Linnea - into the woods on his morning of hunting game and gathering wood for the cook fire. The children went joyfully, as children are want to do when chores are a game for them. The Old Man took them through glades, over hills, and as far (as faaaaar) as he could take them until his old joints started to creak and his old bones cracked. He knew for certain that they would never be able to find their way home if not for him.
But, with worry in his heart, he broke a roll in half and gave each of the children their bread for their lunch. He tasked them to collect dry kindling as he went off to track game on a trail. He asked them to be quiet and to stay in the clearing until he returned.
The Old Man left. He did not return.
When the sun in the sky dipped down low enough, Linnea shared her half of roll with her brother for lunch. They waited. When the sun touched the horizon, Kato shared his half of roll with his sister for supper. Still they waited. They waited until dark. They waited so long that they started to weep. They sobbed so bitterly that even a stone's heart would melt to hear it. They wept until the twins both ran out of tears. So, alone and thirsty (but with full bellies) they finally left the clearing. Not to search for the Old Man, but to find water to slake their thirst.
They came to a pond where the water was still. The only tracks left were those of a fox leading up to the water. In stories as these, one must always be careful of such places.
Kato knelt to drink, and Linnea stopped him. "Do not drink, brother, or the old Gods (or the Elves, or whatever old and unknown power my dear Mother would use to frighten us, little one - this cradle stories are filled with wonders and fears) will turn you into a fox and there'll be no one to look after me." Kato, who loved his sister, took heed and the pair walked on.
A few steps farther they came upon a rippling stream. The only tracks left were those of a bear.
This time, Linnea knelt to drink and Kato stopped her. "Do not drink, sister, or the old Gods will turn you into a bear and there'll be no one to look after me." Linnea, who loved her brother, took heed and the pair walked on.
When they approached a river that had only deer tracks leading to the water. Linnea again warned Kato. So, they walked on.
They walked until they reached a brackish marsh, where the fresh water met the salt. Neither of the twins knew to avoid saltwater. They glanced around and saw that there were no tracks that they could see. So, with relief in both of their hearts they dropped to their knees and drank their fill of brackish water. In that moment - the birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing, even the stars that were starting to waken stopped their twinkling for a moment.
Where the twins knelt in the mud were now two serpents: one dazzled golden-silver, one sparkling jewel tones.
(Enough of that, for now. Hugs and kisses, Arvum.)
When rats ran after cats,
and dogs were chased by cats
there lived an Old Man and an Old Woman. That this couple had two children living with them, foundling twins, and the Old Woman couldn't stand the sight of them. The boy was named Kato and the girl Linnea. (Yes, my girl, like Uncle Kato.) There would often be times that they would go hungry, and if the Old Woman was in a mood she would throw shoes at them - (How cruel! Such smelly shoes.) Oh, those poor children. What a life that they knew.
So, one day, the Old Woman (who was known to have a shriveled old prune for a heart in at least seven neighboring villages) as wicked as she was cunning, told the Old Man that she had no wish to take care of these ungrateful orphans any longer. She demanded he take them into the deeps of the woods and do whatever the Gods inspired him to do. Leave them, kill them - as long as she never saw them again.
The Old Man, weak with age and illness and love, made up his mind to do her bidding and so he took the twins - Kato and Linnea - into the woods on his morning of hunting game and gathering wood for the cook fire. The children went joyfully, as children are want to do when chores are a game for them. The Old Man took them through glades, over hills, and as far (as faaaaar) as he could take them until his old joints started to creak and his old bones cracked. He knew for certain that they would never be able to find their way home if not for him.
But, with worry in his heart, he broke a roll in half and gave each of the children their bread for their lunch. He tasked them to collect dry kindling as he went off to track game on a trail. He asked them to be quiet and to stay in the clearing until he returned.
The Old Man left. He did not return.
When the sun in the sky dipped down low enough, Linnea shared her half of roll with her brother for lunch. They waited. When the sun touched the horizon, Kato shared his half of roll with his sister for supper. Still they waited. They waited until dark. They waited so long that they started to weep. They sobbed so bitterly that even a stone's heart would melt to hear it. They wept until the twins both ran out of tears. So, alone and thirsty (but with full bellies) they finally left the clearing. Not to search for the Old Man, but to find water to slake their thirst.
They came to a pond where the water was still. The only tracks left were those of a fox leading up to the water. In stories as these, one must always be careful of such places.
Kato knelt to drink, and Linnea stopped him. "Do not drink, brother, or the old Gods (or the Elves, or whatever old and unknown power my dear Mother would use to frighten us, little one - this cradle stories are filled with wonders and fears) will turn you into a fox and there'll be no one to look after me." Kato, who loved his sister, took heed and the pair walked on.
A few steps farther they came upon a rippling stream. The only tracks left were those of a bear.
This time, Linnea knelt to drink and Kato stopped her. "Do not drink, sister, or the old Gods will turn you into a bear and there'll be no one to look after me." Linnea, who loved her brother, took heed and the pair walked on.
When they approached a river that had only deer tracks leading to the water. Linnea again warned Kato. So, they walked on.
They walked until they reached a brackish marsh, where the fresh water met the salt. Neither of the twins knew to avoid saltwater. They glanced around and saw that there were no tracks that they could see. So, with relief in both of their hearts they dropped to their knees and drank their fill of brackish water. In that moment - the birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing, even the stars that were starting to waken stopped their twinkling for a moment.
Where the twins knelt in the mud were now two serpents: one dazzled golden-silver, one sparkling jewel tones.
(Enough of that, for now. Hugs and kisses, Arvum.)
Written By Nicia
June 5, 2017, 2:35 a.m.(8/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
A surprisingly approachable, has possibly the most entertaining dinners.
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