Written By Ailys
April 12, 2017, 8:16 a.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Thank you for the lovely teas, I will contact you when I desire more. My brother and I love your shop.
Written By Ailys
April 12, 2017, 8:15 a.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
I have begun learning small weaponry, it will be some time until I can actually stab something. Oy. I never had to worry about such a thing before and even with the guards which surround me, I somehow do not feel safe. Probably due to Aiden's Missive.
Written By Shadow
April 12, 2017, 2:01 a.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
~Written in Northlands Shav~
I went to deliver leathers to the dock today for the efforts outside of the city against the Gyre since the marines and other soldiers require some protection from the elements and storms out on the waters. Ended up running across some Major from the Crimson Blades and offering to help secure a ship. Well Fuck ships. FUCK SHIPS. First time on a ship and I get a piece carved out of me. Anyways should head back the rest of the way through the city, Long day for the pup and myself and need to stop this blood flow and could use a touch of rest. Tomorrow's another day, and perhaps another fight.
I went to deliver leathers to the dock today for the efforts outside of the city against the Gyre since the marines and other soldiers require some protection from the elements and storms out on the waters. Ended up running across some Major from the Crimson Blades and offering to help secure a ship. Well Fuck ships. FUCK SHIPS. First time on a ship and I get a piece carved out of me. Anyways should head back the rest of the way through the city, Long day for the pup and myself and need to stop this blood flow and could use a touch of rest. Tomorrow's another day, and perhaps another fight.
Written By Calista
April 11, 2017, 11:58 p.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
We are the dreamers of the dream...
Written By Remi
April 11, 2017, 11:33 p.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
There has been some success in finding others to take in the orphans created by the siege. I know all to well from being on the other side of such affairs that more are sure to be made and need shelter and guidance in the days and months to come and beyond. The war with the gyre will only create more, though those will need other solutions out there in the isles.
Written By Charlaine
April 11, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Branan
Met you a few times, share alot in common. I love your books and look forward to reading more of them. Thank you for introducing me to the organization.
Written By Charlaine
April 11, 2017, 10:55 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
I am trying to help you with the investigations, Its slow going...no one said research was easy.
Written By Charlaine
April 11, 2017, 10:53 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
I have a bear for you to train, will you accept the challenge?
Written By Charlaine
April 11, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
We Met and talked of potentially joining up....Maybe after a bit of Mentoring
Written By Charlaine
April 11, 2017, 10:35 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailys
Glad we got to meet, looking forward to serving the house some more.
Written By Charlaine
April 11, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
You got me an icebear, I promise to take good care of it.
Written By Percephon
April 11, 2017, 7:12 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
While I've kept it mostly to myself, there have still be a few that have discovered the secret to my birthday, and I have gotten the most wonderful presents and well wishes from them over the past few days. Yet it is one package left upon our doorstep, adressed anonymously to me, that I look at right now. What intrigues, and concerns me, is the nature for whomever it is from to remain unknown. What I do know is this:
- Clearly they have not met my cousin Dulcinea, or didn't know she was now present in the Tower, because otherwise they would never have left it where she could get it before me. That was a process in and of itself.
- It is a gift few would think to give me, and most would think is not fitting. Either they don't know me at all, or are one of the very few that know me all too well.
- If it is the former, wouldn't the point of a gift to be noticed? If it is the latter, why would someone who knows me so well wish to keep hidden.
It might well go down as one of the great mysteries in my life. Or perhaps after the siege, I'll get bored and spend my energies tracking down the culprit. Should one keep anonymous gifts, when the intention isn't known? I don't know. I'll have to ponder.
PS: I'm just glad it wasn't a cloth wrapped pile of poo... although that would have been rather amusing to see Dulcinea squeeze to try and figure out what it was.
- Clearly they have not met my cousin Dulcinea, or didn't know she was now present in the Tower, because otherwise they would never have left it where she could get it before me. That was a process in and of itself.
- It is a gift few would think to give me, and most would think is not fitting. Either they don't know me at all, or are one of the very few that know me all too well.
- If it is the former, wouldn't the point of a gift to be noticed? If it is the latter, why would someone who knows me so well wish to keep hidden.
It might well go down as one of the great mysteries in my life. Or perhaps after the siege, I'll get bored and spend my energies tracking down the culprit. Should one keep anonymous gifts, when the intention isn't known? I don't know. I'll have to ponder.
PS: I'm just glad it wasn't a cloth wrapped pile of poo... although that would have been rather amusing to see Dulcinea squeeze to try and figure out what it was.
Written By Kima
April 11, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
How do you teach wisdom to Man? The wisdom of others is the wisdom we ignore, even should they know how to communicate it.
Written By Aureth
April 11, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Sitting down to think about what to say about Vellichor is, itself, kind of strange. It's been an unexamined habit for so long, like cleaning my teeth or making tea in the morning. Yet there's so little of value to anything that I write into my journal, with a few rare and -- well, to me, at least -- powerful exceptions. When I search through my own archive of my life, some of it is a trigger to memory but others of it is the random detritus of a life, not the worthwhile history of a man or of a people.
Too often the entry is not 'This happened on this date, for these reasons' but 'Here is a remark that I thought was pithy at the time, to whom no one shall ever remember the context' or 'here is a particularly snarky commentary on a current event which is certainly vague enough in form and scope that no one shall ever, in future, be able to recognize it as attached'.
What a research project: to go back to the earliest journals in memory, and find the earliest examples of vague social snot submitted publicly to the court of public opinion, and see if it is possible to determine what they came from.
Yet even so, knowledge is of tremendous value. I'm desperate for it, at times, hungrier for facts than I am for food or thirsty for wine. Mysteries gape before me like vast holes in my understanding, and I'm convinced if only they were filled, the world might come into a new and shining focus. When I look upon the task that lies before me -- to write a doctrine for a goddess, to prepare prayers for her, to bring her worship back to a people who have forgotten her -- it is literally my duty to reinvent a wheel (ha, the Wheel) that, long ago, someone already has done, and perhaps someone more qualified. I mean, you never know. It's hard to argue with my present qualifications, admittedly.
I want to _know_.
This is my prayer for Vellichor. Let my thirst for knowledge be quenched in plenty, yet not be drowned in mystification. And let me be more mindful; may the historical record I create for future generations ... one day be comprehensible. Because _so far_, I wouldn't wish myself as a primary source to anyone about just about anything.
Too often the entry is not 'This happened on this date, for these reasons' but 'Here is a remark that I thought was pithy at the time, to whom no one shall ever remember the context' or 'here is a particularly snarky commentary on a current event which is certainly vague enough in form and scope that no one shall ever, in future, be able to recognize it as attached'.
What a research project: to go back to the earliest journals in memory, and find the earliest examples of vague social snot submitted publicly to the court of public opinion, and see if it is possible to determine what they came from.
Yet even so, knowledge is of tremendous value. I'm desperate for it, at times, hungrier for facts than I am for food or thirsty for wine. Mysteries gape before me like vast holes in my understanding, and I'm convinced if only they were filled, the world might come into a new and shining focus. When I look upon the task that lies before me -- to write a doctrine for a goddess, to prepare prayers for her, to bring her worship back to a people who have forgotten her -- it is literally my duty to reinvent a wheel (ha, the Wheel) that, long ago, someone already has done, and perhaps someone more qualified. I mean, you never know. It's hard to argue with my present qualifications, admittedly.
I want to _know_.
This is my prayer for Vellichor. Let my thirst for knowledge be quenched in plenty, yet not be drowned in mystification. And let me be more mindful; may the historical record I create for future generations ... one day be comprehensible. Because _so far_, I wouldn't wish myself as a primary source to anyone about just about anything.
Written By Ariel
April 11, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
I wish Lord Asger would keep his word about the fur cloak I won off of him in a card game. I suppose I should just realize not everyone is good of their word.
Written By Dulcinea
April 11, 2017, 4:44 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
Every time I try to understand how it is Thraxian thralls can earn their freedom, but our serfs spend their lives laboring on a plot of land they will never own, I get a terrible headache. What an awful conundrum.
I need brandy and a bath.
Frown Lines are Forever,
Me
Every time I try to understand how it is Thraxian thralls can earn their freedom, but our serfs spend their lives laboring on a plot of land they will never own, I get a terrible headache. What an awful conundrum.
I need brandy and a bath.
Frown Lines are Forever,
Me
Written By Eirene
April 11, 2017, 3:33 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Equal parts frightened and angry. A touch honored I fucked something up for someone else.
Oh who am I kidding. Fuck-ton more angry than scared.
Oh who am I kidding. Fuck-ton more angry than scared.
Written By Valery
April 11, 2017, 2:21 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
I still don't know how right or wrong is it.
But I guess I don't care anymore.
It's warm.
It's nice.
And it feels safe.
But I guess I don't care anymore.
It's warm.
It's nice.
And it feels safe.
Written By Ariel
April 11, 2017, 1:20 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
How beautiful,
Yet how tragic,
The sight of a burning bridge,
Ignited by an unrequited lover's fire,
Not out of hate,
Not out of anger,
But to make sure,
That to the very person he or she longs for,
They are no longer a burden,
They are no longer a bother.
Yet how tragic,
The sight of a burning bridge,
Ignited by an unrequited lover's fire,
Not out of hate,
Not out of anger,
But to make sure,
That to the very person he or she longs for,
They are no longer a burden,
They are no longer a bother.
Written By Ariel
April 11, 2017, 12:54 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Roll the dice and watch them fall.
Whisper words to those waiting, wanting.
Twirl away across the dance floor, taunting
me with those eyes and with that carefree sprawl.
Embrace the lights and let the music flow,
my hands on your hips, your hands on my chest.
The tempo slows and time runs into arrest.
Hold me in your arms, and don't let go.
Sing with me to our favorite song,
the melody of the laughing chase
that ends in an honest, ardent embrace.
Sing with me, dance with me, all night long.
Join with me in the gambler's dance,
You don't need to join with me at the lips,
nor certainly need we join at the hips.
(Though if we did, it wouldn't be remiss)
Just share with me an airborne kiss;
take my hand, take my heart, take a chance.
Whisper words to those waiting, wanting.
Twirl away across the dance floor, taunting
me with those eyes and with that carefree sprawl.
Embrace the lights and let the music flow,
my hands on your hips, your hands on my chest.
The tempo slows and time runs into arrest.
Hold me in your arms, and don't let go.
Sing with me to our favorite song,
the melody of the laughing chase
that ends in an honest, ardent embrace.
Sing with me, dance with me, all night long.
Join with me in the gambler's dance,
You don't need to join with me at the lips,
nor certainly need we join at the hips.
(Though if we did, it wouldn't be remiss)
Just share with me an airborne kiss;
take my hand, take my heart, take a chance.
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