Written By Edward
April 12, 2017, 9:52 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
I have a friend, he is a toad;
Squished by a cart, flat on the road;
But he's my friend, my friend to stay;
Till he peels up, and sails away.
Squished by a cart, flat on the road;
But he's my friend, my friend to stay;
Till he peels up, and sails away.
Written By Valdemar
April 12, 2017, 9:21 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Past suffering does not excuse present insults.
Prior pain does not forgive current accusations.
To justify thoughtless statements with childhood misery is cowardice. Own your actions and your words.
Worry less about the mercy of the gods and more about the waning tolerance of your fellow man. The vassals of Thrax are patient, and long have we been expected to endure the snobbery and derision of the mainland houses. But when we are called godless, when we are called corrupt, when we are called unjust, we hear and we remember.
And our memories are longer than our patience.
Prior pain does not forgive current accusations.
To justify thoughtless statements with childhood misery is cowardice. Own your actions and your words.
Worry less about the mercy of the gods and more about the waning tolerance of your fellow man. The vassals of Thrax are patient, and long have we been expected to endure the snobbery and derision of the mainland houses. But when we are called godless, when we are called corrupt, when we are called unjust, we hear and we remember.
And our memories are longer than our patience.
Written By Juliet
April 12, 2017, 7:29 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Romance is such a strange thing. By the books, by the stories, it's a matter of roses and wine, and sweet surroundings by moonlight. To be watched by the stars as there are declarations of love. Oaths of Fidelity raised to the sky, in secret but kept, and so on. Deeds undertaken.
That's true. The deeds. But the deed is to say something both of the doer and the one honoured. Dead animals won't impress everyone.
Romance is about intimacy. It's about telling the person you are romancing that you care about them and their well-being. It's a little touch, one of familiarity, more often than not. That is one of the reasons whirlwind romance and early romantic gestures have such an effect - they speak, when successful, of someone who has learned of you and paid enough attention to you, to make you feel special and cared for.
I've been thinking a lot about romance lately.
Today, as if to provide me with an exquisite example for my journals, I received a very romantic message. To understand why it has romance is to understand not only me, but the woman who sent it.
Her letter was simple. It was not perfumed. And it contained two words:
"Don't die".
I don't expect people to understand why this is such a powerful letter to me. But it is. And the caress of those words are as intimate as any lover's whisper in the middle of the night.
I love you too.
That's true. The deeds. But the deed is to say something both of the doer and the one honoured. Dead animals won't impress everyone.
Romance is about intimacy. It's about telling the person you are romancing that you care about them and their well-being. It's a little touch, one of familiarity, more often than not. That is one of the reasons whirlwind romance and early romantic gestures have such an effect - they speak, when successful, of someone who has learned of you and paid enough attention to you, to make you feel special and cared for.
I've been thinking a lot about romance lately.
Today, as if to provide me with an exquisite example for my journals, I received a very romantic message. To understand why it has romance is to understand not only me, but the woman who sent it.
Her letter was simple. It was not perfumed. And it contained two words:
"Don't die".
I don't expect people to understand why this is such a powerful letter to me. But it is. And the caress of those words are as intimate as any lover's whisper in the middle of the night.
I love you too.
Written By Harper
April 12, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
I'm going to get a mace with my allowance, I am. But I stopped by her shop on the way back home. She's a talent, I'd say. Got myself a fancy brooch.
Real pretty though - a silver knife with a snake winding around it. It shines like it ain't deserving to be on my cloak. It does. It's gonna be a good reminder.
Real pretty though - a silver knife with a snake winding around it. It shines like it ain't deserving to be on my cloak. It does. It's gonna be a good reminder.
Written By Harper
April 12, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
She ain't a haunt - or a mouse. Just a lady with a hood and a basket. But, Gods above, she's fucking quiet like those two things. I'm keeping an eye on her.
Written By Harper
April 12, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
He's a green guy like me - and I'm calling him Angry Eyebrows - 'cause he was right. What good are nicknames if you don't use them face to face? I did. So, I think that means that I also get to use them in the Journals. Anyway, Angry Eyebrows shown me how to hammer out the dents in armor with this curved wooden block and a small hammer. He told me about how he burnt his eyebrows off while killing a Bringer. Which makes him less of a green guy than me - and that's okay. We introduced ourselves and had a talk about how pushing yourself to the limit - whether you break, or not - is a good thing.
I'm gonna do that. Push myself. Bend not break.
And if I get dented, like my helm, I'm just gonna hammer that shit out and keep at it.
I'm gonna do that. Push myself. Bend not break.
And if I get dented, like my helm, I'm just gonna hammer that shit out and keep at it.
Written By Harper
April 12, 2017, 6:09 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
So, I got my morning exercise and had to endure getting outran by the publicly nicknamed "Dark Prince" of the Velenosa. That's a florid ( Scholar looked that fancy word up for me - instead of the word I wanted to use ) moniker ( another one ) if I'd ever heard of one. But, he can fight. And it's no real big secret for me to say that I want to learn how to fight like that. I'll even forget that he's a fancypants royal, mebbe.
He really must be bored if he's willing to take me on.
All I got to to is learn how to speak well. Wait --
I shall endeavor ( another one ) to improve my vocabulary and my enunciation ( another one. )
He really must be bored if he's willing to take me on.
All I got to to is learn how to speak well. Wait --
I shall endeavor ( another one ) to improve my vocabulary and my enunciation ( another one. )
Written By Dulcinea
April 12, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Dear... not me. Other people.
Dear Other People,
A question recently posed: "What can change the nature of a man?"
Answer: "An arrow through the eye."
...
What?
Love and Occam's Razor,
Me
Dear Other People,
A question recently posed: "What can change the nature of a man?"
Answer: "An arrow through the eye."
...
What?
Love and Occam's Razor,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
April 12, 2017, 5:33 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
He came home.
Just as he promised.
For just a little while, all is right with the world.
Love and Gifts from the Sea,
Me
He came home.
Just as he promised.
For just a little while, all is right with the world.
Love and Gifts from the Sea,
Me
Written By Talen
April 12, 2017, 5:32 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harper
The little red headed guard is now my protege. I will likely grow to regret this decision if she cannot learn how to talk properly.
You have a month, Harper. If you fail to make any progress I'm sending you to the Whisper House for enunciation lessons.
Fucking get it together.
You have a month, Harper. If you fail to make any progress I'm sending you to the Whisper House for enunciation lessons.
Fucking get it together.
Written By Dulcinea
April 12, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
Apparently, more than one woman wants to marry my brother.
I am told LOTS of women want to marry my brother.
The ladies of Arx should know, before they get any big ideas about being Duchess Telmar, that they will be strictly and stringently judged. They shall be pretty but not TOO pretty, charming but not TOO charming, and clever but not TOO clever. They shall behave themselves, bear children, and be entirely uninteresting.
Or there may be a hunting accident.
In the library.
...
These things happen.
Love and Vigilance,
Me
Apparently, more than one woman wants to marry my brother.
I am told LOTS of women want to marry my brother.
The ladies of Arx should know, before they get any big ideas about being Duchess Telmar, that they will be strictly and stringently judged. They shall be pretty but not TOO pretty, charming but not TOO charming, and clever but not TOO clever. They shall behave themselves, bear children, and be entirely uninteresting.
Or there may be a hunting accident.
In the library.
...
These things happen.
Love and Vigilance,
Me
Written By Mira
April 12, 2017, 5:07 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
To the reader of this note, a simple question: What can change the nature of a man?
Written By Dulcinea
April 12, 2017, 5:02 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tobias
Dear Me,
It seems Tobi has come back to us after six years Gods-know-where and is the 'Lord General' of a mercenary company.
How nice.
I could not be more hurt, vexed, or confused and I don't care who knows it.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, TOBI, I AM VERY ANGRY AT YOU. (Just in case I'm being too subtle.)
Ansel's head is quite safe, now, and may be for all the rest of time.
From now on, all the things get thrown at Tobi.
Love and Comfort to Me,
Me
It seems Tobi has come back to us after six years Gods-know-where and is the 'Lord General' of a mercenary company.
How nice.
I could not be more hurt, vexed, or confused and I don't care who knows it.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, TOBI, I AM VERY ANGRY AT YOU. (Just in case I'm being too subtle.)
Ansel's head is quite safe, now, and may be for all the rest of time.
From now on, all the things get thrown at Tobi.
Love and Comfort to Me,
Me
Written By Joscelin
April 12, 2017, 3:40 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
You don't tell a baker how to bake if you don't know anything of it. You don't lecture a priest when you've never cracked open a religious text in your life. You don't tell the blacksmith the color his coals should be if you've only ever witnessed logs in a hearth, you don't tell a painter how to paint if you've never held a brush.
Don't assume to know better than a person who's made it their life's work to practice their trade. Noble, commoner, just don't. It doesn't make you look wise and important, you just look like a jackass who doesn't know what the blazes they're talking about and no one will take you seriously.
Don't assume to know better than a person who's made it their life's work to practice their trade. Noble, commoner, just don't. It doesn't make you look wise and important, you just look like a jackass who doesn't know what the blazes they're talking about and no one will take you seriously.
Written By Mira
April 12, 2017, 3:29 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Two cases already! One I cannot talk about, but somehow, the other one that I *can* talk about, I am too deathly afraid to. I'm afraid I've walked into something far more dangerus than I ever expected...
Written By Eirene
April 12, 2017, 3:28 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
As reported by Eirene's aide Carissa--
Dictated: Tell that grumpy mother fucker he better be drinking his damn willowbark tea and getting his ass out of a hospital bed for people who really need it.
Delivered: Feeling any better today? Are you drinking your damn willowbark tea?
Dictated: Tell that grumpy mother fucker he better be drinking his damn willowbark tea and getting his ass out of a hospital bed for people who really need it.
Delivered: Feeling any better today? Are you drinking your damn willowbark tea?
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 3:11 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
You're somethin you know that?
Everything about you just makes me
Breathe.
Breathe girl, don't be nervous.
Linking arm and arm down those halls.
I just have to stop and watch
You.
You are everything and anything about me.
Laughing and singing.
I do sing.
Not in front of just anybody.
You brought it out in me.
Love is a big word.
Everything about you just makes me
Breathe.
Breathe girl, don't be nervous.
Linking arm and arm down those halls.
I just have to stop and watch
You.
You are everything and anything about me.
Laughing and singing.
I do sing.
Not in front of just anybody.
You brought it out in me.
Love is a big word.
Written By Edward
April 12, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Eyes closed, rocking ocean;
water sprays my face, feels quite warm;
hear laughter, eyes open, crap.
water sprays my face, feels quite warm;
hear laughter, eyes open, crap.
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Words pour, form into
Wide pieces of evidence
The picture revolves
Capturing a heart, a mind
It will
Laugh
Rip
Sing
Bleed
Silence
Bury you until you suffocate
To become captured
Fixates into a pulse
A flight from freedom
A return to curiosity
But, as hearts
Surrender to flying kites
The crescent moon
Cracks under the pressure
Melting snow brings
Wide pieces of evidence
The picture revolves
Capturing a heart, a mind
It will
Laugh
Rip
Sing
Bleed
Silence
Bury you until you suffocate
To become captured
Fixates into a pulse
A flight from freedom
A return to curiosity
But, as hearts
Surrender to flying kites
The crescent moon
Cracks under the pressure
Melting snow brings
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 2:41 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
she liked to watch the roses bloom
out by the window in her room
sometimes she felt the world passing her by
but it didn't feel right to sit and cry
even though it was a tough hand she was dealt
she never let it overwhelm her, the way she felt
she found joy listening to the birds sing
in this house she had everything
but sometimes when the night was still
she would wonder how this world could be real
outside her window, outside her door
there was something greater, something more
was this her prison or her haven
the life she had, was it worth saving?
the house smells like medicine, and slow death
there's a struggle in each and every breath
she finds her joys in books and song
puts on a brave face, struggles to be strong
prayers are whispered in her ear
telling her the end is near
and that it's okay to just let go
And find the place where flowers grow
out by the window in her room
sometimes she felt the world passing her by
but it didn't feel right to sit and cry
even though it was a tough hand she was dealt
she never let it overwhelm her, the way she felt
she found joy listening to the birds sing
in this house she had everything
but sometimes when the night was still
she would wonder how this world could be real
outside her window, outside her door
there was something greater, something more
was this her prison or her haven
the life she had, was it worth saving?
the house smells like medicine, and slow death
there's a struggle in each and every breath
she finds her joys in books and song
puts on a brave face, struggles to be strong
prayers are whispered in her ear
telling her the end is near
and that it's okay to just let go
And find the place where flowers grow
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