Written By Mae
May 11, 2017, 6:54 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Today I found a relic that appears to be made by elves!
Should I donate this to the scholars? Or the Faith? I don't even know what to do with it!
Should I donate this to the scholars? Or the Faith? I don't even know what to do with it!
Written By Cassandra
May 11, 2017, 4:24 p.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Gisele
Kind. Gentle. Quiet and exceedingly helpful. The Faith needs more people like Gisele.
Written By Angelo
May 11, 2017, 2:39 p.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Languishing has a certain appeal.
There is too much time for introspection, and the transition from hermitage to the rich complexities of life outside of the villa has proved exacting. I feel as minute as any insect beneath a magnifying lens, under the unforgiving scrutiny of the Lyceum, and the fear of being compared ceaselessly to the impossible standards my cousins present. At first, it was a great condescension to leave my suite. I persisted. I walked through the streets. I made purchases. Living as I had for months with my own dread of further saying or doing the wrong thing, I was surprised to find that those whispers - those unwanted thoughts - were silenced.
At least for a time.
There is too much time for introspection, and the transition from hermitage to the rich complexities of life outside of the villa has proved exacting. I feel as minute as any insect beneath a magnifying lens, under the unforgiving scrutiny of the Lyceum, and the fear of being compared ceaselessly to the impossible standards my cousins present. At first, it was a great condescension to leave my suite. I persisted. I walked through the streets. I made purchases. Living as I had for months with my own dread of further saying or doing the wrong thing, I was surprised to find that those whispers - those unwanted thoughts - were silenced.
At least for a time.
Written By Edward
May 11, 2017, 2:38 p.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
The Princess is a remarkable woman who has a very calm and warm demeanor. The time I spent with her was enjoyable and educational. She sent me the gift of a book and I have come to learn that is one of the best gifts that one can be given. I look forward to seeing what I learn from her next.
Written By Carita
May 11, 2017, 2:23 p.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
Dame Coldrain, a Thraxian jeweler, is a talented individual. Efficient with her words, she uses them sparingly, and allows her work to stand on its own merits to speak for itself.
Written By Percephon
May 11, 2017, 12:04 p.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Returning to the Telmarch is always something of a bittersweet experience. Looking out over the mountains and valleys always manages to bring a smile to me, for there is nothing quite like the sights, as inhospitable as they are, that you can find there. So to does it bring reminders of family, both those still with us and those lost. And it brings memories of childhood, which are seldom the most pleasant of things. To watch the knights practice serves as a stark reminder of how different I am from them, yet we all share one thing in common: or undying love and loyalty for these lands and our fealty to Valardin.
Bittersweet, I think, is an appropriate term. It equally fit the conversation I had with my travelling companion.
Bittersweet, I think, is an appropriate term. It equally fit the conversation I had with my travelling companion.
Written By Aiden
May 11, 2017, 11:58 a.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
I'm honored to be accepted as the Officiator of the Menagerie.
It's a position that means so much to me. It puts my passions to use. I had since considered the fall out I witnessed from the siege and knew I must play a more active role in contributing to animal health and wellness in the city. I witnessed more than a few animal companions left without handlers and home, as well as those animals saved from the Gray Forest. I felt, the menagerie needed to be more than a public space to witness exotic animals, but a place, where all with interests in animals can freely collaborate.
Since I arrived in Arx, my ambitions were to see the menagerie transformed into a more grand place then it currently is and while the current conditions aren't entirely lacking, they need a little help, specifically when it was noted how many wild animals were brought in and quartered there. Now, I'm overseeing the park! I received official word this morning, how my heart moves with excitement!
While I had hoped to establish a group for this endeavor, sometimes it is better to spirit such initiatives in more sure footed ways. I will hope other people will support this grand task and attend the fundraiser being held for it, so that we can all enjoy it later!
I'll be excited to work with anyone who has ideas for the architecture and designs to revitalize the area. I hope to include an amphitheater to the grounds, to act as a place where people can collaborate and train their animal handling and animal companions freely, as well as it being a place for animal experts to host clinics and demonstrations. I have other plans too, but, you'll have to come to the fundraiser to hear it!
Also, if anyone wants to collaborate on the future of the menagerie, I would be happy to hear from you!
It's a position that means so much to me. It puts my passions to use. I had since considered the fall out I witnessed from the siege and knew I must play a more active role in contributing to animal health and wellness in the city. I witnessed more than a few animal companions left without handlers and home, as well as those animals saved from the Gray Forest. I felt, the menagerie needed to be more than a public space to witness exotic animals, but a place, where all with interests in animals can freely collaborate.
Since I arrived in Arx, my ambitions were to see the menagerie transformed into a more grand place then it currently is and while the current conditions aren't entirely lacking, they need a little help, specifically when it was noted how many wild animals were brought in and quartered there. Now, I'm overseeing the park! I received official word this morning, how my heart moves with excitement!
While I had hoped to establish a group for this endeavor, sometimes it is better to spirit such initiatives in more sure footed ways. I will hope other people will support this grand task and attend the fundraiser being held for it, so that we can all enjoy it later!
I'll be excited to work with anyone who has ideas for the architecture and designs to revitalize the area. I hope to include an amphitheater to the grounds, to act as a place where people can collaborate and train their animal handling and animal companions freely, as well as it being a place for animal experts to host clinics and demonstrations. I have other plans too, but, you'll have to come to the fundraiser to hear it!
Also, if anyone wants to collaborate on the future of the menagerie, I would be happy to hear from you!
Written By Mailys
May 11, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
I always have time for Prince Cicero.
Written By Mailys
May 11, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Jackson
My most adored husband. It is quite grand to have him around when he is in port.
Written By Mailys
May 11, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
My beloved cousin. Without her I'd be entirely lost. I might manage our family as the head but she is the one that protects us.
Written By Mailys
May 11, 2017, 10:42 a.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Most beloved readers,
I've retired from being a Whisper and a Courtesan in general. I spend a lot of time not knowing what to do with myself. Far too much time is spent idle for me.
However, Mirari and I have made grand plans for our family. We've even got a beautiful house. It gives me something to do with myself.
-Mai
I've retired from being a Whisper and a Courtesan in general. I spend a lot of time not knowing what to do with myself. Far too much time is spent idle for me.
However, Mirari and I have made grand plans for our family. We've even got a beautiful house. It gives me something to do with myself.
-Mai
Written By Sameera
May 11, 2017, 10:35 a.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
Great help in the efforts for my village. Coldreach will, hopefully be grand. Her auction should go well.
Got a silk outfit at her want. Not sure what I think of wearing it.
Got a silk outfit at her want. Not sure what I think of wearing it.
Written By Gailin
May 11, 2017, 1:42 a.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
Not sure when or why things became so complicated, though these days they seem to be getting more so with each passing minute. When ones skills are solely in martial combat and strategy and tactics how do you put yourself to use in other ways? How do you feel of use in any other way than defense of your house and kin? I know these things are important I just wish I had other skills.
Written By Aureth
May 11, 2017, 1:09 a.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
I'm better with my hands.
Written By Serafine
May 11, 2017, 1:03 a.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
If tomorrow is coming, you ought to stick out your tongue. It's just good manners.
Written By Mirari
May 11, 2017, 12:55 a.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
I... think that Baroness Kima's lion adopted my cat tonight. Great. Now he's going to think he's a lion.
Written By Esoka
May 11, 2017, 12:24 a.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
Gild is a goddess I've always honored, but in a distant way. My heart is with the forests and wilds of Petrichor more easily. But after the siege, and seeing how the city of Arx rose up in defense of all her quarters, I feel driven to Gild's guidance now in a way I never have before. There is beauty in the cities and roads and structure civilization and charity provide. There is much to rebuild. I hope I helped a little. All honors to the Iron Guard and everyone else lending a hand in the reclaiming of good order of life in this sprawling, strange, wonderful place I call home for a time now.
Written By Aureth
May 11, 2017, 12:09 a.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
Remember:
Tonight, there will be starlight. The air will taste sweet when you breathe it in. When you sleep tonight, you may dream.
Tomorrow, there will be dawn to burn away the morning mist. The city will wake with noise and color and life. There will be people everywhere, going about their lives, trying to rebuild, creating memorials to those we have lost, finding new ways forward.
Taste your food. Feel the cool water against your teeth. Notice the fabric against your skin.
You're alive.
I can't even muster petty irritation for the thousand idiotic things I heard or read or saw in the past few days. And I've seen plenty. But I can't do it. The world is alive. The city breathes. The Pantheon lives. Loss may have happened, but we are alive to grieve, to live on, to _remember_.
Life goes on.
And I love every stupid fucking banal moment of it.
I'll be pissed off again next week, no doubt, particularly if people keep saying stupid shit -- as people are wont to do -- but for now?
Tomorrow is coming, and I love it.
Tonight, there will be starlight. The air will taste sweet when you breathe it in. When you sleep tonight, you may dream.
Tomorrow, there will be dawn to burn away the morning mist. The city will wake with noise and color and life. There will be people everywhere, going about their lives, trying to rebuild, creating memorials to those we have lost, finding new ways forward.
Taste your food. Feel the cool water against your teeth. Notice the fabric against your skin.
You're alive.
I can't even muster petty irritation for the thousand idiotic things I heard or read or saw in the past few days. And I've seen plenty. But I can't do it. The world is alive. The city breathes. The Pantheon lives. Loss may have happened, but we are alive to grieve, to live on, to _remember_.
Life goes on.
And I love every stupid fucking banal moment of it.
I'll be pissed off again next week, no doubt, particularly if people keep saying stupid shit -- as people are wont to do -- but for now?
Tomorrow is coming, and I love it.
Written By Thena
May 10, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
I suck at social gatherings. Gods, do I ever suck at them.
I miss the cottage in the woods where everything was clean and simple and quiet, and no one could creep up on me except for that horrible dog who belonged to our nearest neighbors, and no one cared if I couldn't come up with an elegant turn of phrase.
I miss Petrae. I miss my old life but it's gone.
I miss the cottage in the woods where everything was clean and simple and quiet, and no one could creep up on me except for that horrible dog who belonged to our nearest neighbors, and no one cared if I couldn't come up with an elegant turn of phrase.
I miss Petrae. I miss my old life but it's gone.
Written By Tikva
May 10, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(6/10/1006 AR)
I am recovering well from the injuries I took in the Battle of Arx, and yet when I sit down to try to compose a song for the end of this all, I find that my pen is fallow, my ink drying in the inkwell.
I am tremendously proud to have served with the archers on the wall at the Seawatch Gate. I can close my eyes and feel the energy of them around me, hear the beat of our boots against the wall, hear the scream of our arrows as we sent volley after volley at the enemy. I can feel the pounding of my heart as we watched them come, silent and inexorable, up the ladders. We cut them down and still they came. We shot them down and still they came. I felt as though I could fight forever. I was struck down, and a lady I don't know saved me; I was cornered, and the Valorous Few came to my aid, their leader grinning and cackling like a madman, and that gave me new heart to fight on.
I remembered sitting in the medics' tent with Lady Aislin, getting my blood all over her hands. I remember as we watched our comrades fighting without us, as I coughed blood from my throat, as I wanted _nothing_ in the world but to be out in the thick of it again, riding adrenaline, fighting for my oath, fighting for my people.
In that moment, I didn't think about everything else I have to be fighting for, to be living for. I could think only of how I wasn't out there, shooting them down. And in that moment of selfishness, I almost lost it all, because I came at the enemy again before I was ready, as soon as the healers finished bandaging me, I charged to the fray, and I was too stiff, too slow, and the next thing I knew the great monstrous dark thing was falling atop me and then--
The next thing I remember is a healer talking to me, I don't remember her name, a woman I don't know. I can remember how wasted I felt, like every muscle and bone I had was only pain and all of my blood was spilled already and this walking thing was only a shell of Tikva. Esoka was there, though, and she helped me get to the House of Solace.
It's a little dim. I remember whining a lot.
I remember ... whining a _lot_ ... about a promise I couldn't fulfill.
They've freed me from this sling now, and I played a little concert tonight with the fingers of both hands. It's nice to have my hands back. It's nice to have my body back. It's nice to be Tikva again.
I still have a promise to fulfill ... or two ... or ten ...
But I don't think this is a song. Heroism is worth a song or two or ten, and yet the words don't come. The music doesn't form. These aren't lyrics. This is a history.
I'm alive. Perhaps I shouldn't be. I hope this is a lesson I am never callow enough to forget.
I am tremendously proud to have served with the archers on the wall at the Seawatch Gate. I can close my eyes and feel the energy of them around me, hear the beat of our boots against the wall, hear the scream of our arrows as we sent volley after volley at the enemy. I can feel the pounding of my heart as we watched them come, silent and inexorable, up the ladders. We cut them down and still they came. We shot them down and still they came. I felt as though I could fight forever. I was struck down, and a lady I don't know saved me; I was cornered, and the Valorous Few came to my aid, their leader grinning and cackling like a madman, and that gave me new heart to fight on.
I remembered sitting in the medics' tent with Lady Aislin, getting my blood all over her hands. I remember as we watched our comrades fighting without us, as I coughed blood from my throat, as I wanted _nothing_ in the world but to be out in the thick of it again, riding adrenaline, fighting for my oath, fighting for my people.
In that moment, I didn't think about everything else I have to be fighting for, to be living for. I could think only of how I wasn't out there, shooting them down. And in that moment of selfishness, I almost lost it all, because I came at the enemy again before I was ready, as soon as the healers finished bandaging me, I charged to the fray, and I was too stiff, too slow, and the next thing I knew the great monstrous dark thing was falling atop me and then--
The next thing I remember is a healer talking to me, I don't remember her name, a woman I don't know. I can remember how wasted I felt, like every muscle and bone I had was only pain and all of my blood was spilled already and this walking thing was only a shell of Tikva. Esoka was there, though, and she helped me get to the House of Solace.
It's a little dim. I remember whining a lot.
I remember ... whining a _lot_ ... about a promise I couldn't fulfill.
They've freed me from this sling now, and I played a little concert tonight with the fingers of both hands. It's nice to have my hands back. It's nice to have my body back. It's nice to be Tikva again.
I still have a promise to fulfill ... or two ... or ten ...
But I don't think this is a song. Heroism is worth a song or two or ten, and yet the words don't come. The music doesn't form. These aren't lyrics. This is a history.
I'm alive. Perhaps I shouldn't be. I hope this is a lesson I am never callow enough to forget.
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