Written By Merek
March 13, 2017, 8:53 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Branan
He is a curious man, and I quite like him. He knows a lot, is wiser than most I know, and has served to teach me more in one conversation than I learned in most of my career.
Written By Merek
March 13, 2017, 7:28 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Julea
I have not seen her in a while, I do hope she is doing well. I worry sometimes, she was a nice friend to have, and someone who understood me a bit.
Written By Reese
March 13, 2017, 2:08 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
I journeyed into the gray forest with Lord Michael, Princess Ailys, Lady Jael and Sir Owain
We were in search of the remains of Lady Sarielle and Lady Lili.
My intention in joining on this mission was to make sure that Lord Michael and my cousin made it back alive.
But it was me who needed rescuing. Lord Michael choose bringing me back alive over getting his revenge.
The words of Lady Jael and Princess Ailys kept breath in my body.
The mission was a troubling one and we did not fully accomplish what was desired and what was so important.
I feel little peace at this moment and find myself haunted by this mission.
And yet I am grateful to be alive and I am grateful that my life was chosen.
I wish we could have done more.
We were in search of the remains of Lady Sarielle and Lady Lili.
My intention in joining on this mission was to make sure that Lord Michael and my cousin made it back alive.
But it was me who needed rescuing. Lord Michael choose bringing me back alive over getting his revenge.
The words of Lady Jael and Princess Ailys kept breath in my body.
The mission was a troubling one and we did not fully accomplish what was desired and what was so important.
I feel little peace at this moment and find myself haunted by this mission.
And yet I am grateful to be alive and I am grateful that my life was chosen.
I wish we could have done more.
Written By Orathy
March 13, 2017, 1:24 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
*It's getting better, but the writing still bad. He's writing without aid again. Vellichor please help your child!*
Reckon I be told ta ... revsolve... (scratched out) resezovle...(scratched out)... (attempts repeat, more scratches and a drip of in to suggest he paused and hovered the quill maybe to ask for help on the word)... resolve (spaced out again, definitely got help) ta meself tha me will nevar change n tha I be makin the world agree.
Jist so, be meatzin many 'n none be rememberin ta be gavinz a shit, jist as his boots be havin no dirt. Tell it to forget. Jist need ta know ta ask.
(From here it's dissolves into doodling, of a stick man with a mask on holding a leash to a woman with a hood and a triangle for a dress. But there are other doodles, markings that are strangely involved, maybe some random tattoo designs).
Sould 'ave followed 'em all the way bout the Heroz.
Reckon I be told ta ... revsolve... (scratched out) resezovle...(scratched out)... (attempts repeat, more scratches and a drip of in to suggest he paused and hovered the quill maybe to ask for help on the word)... resolve (spaced out again, definitely got help) ta meself tha me will nevar change n tha I be makin the world agree.
Jist so, be meatzin many 'n none be rememberin ta be gavinz a shit, jist as his boots be havin no dirt. Tell it to forget. Jist need ta know ta ask.
(From here it's dissolves into doodling, of a stick man with a mask on holding a leash to a woman with a hood and a triangle for a dress. But there are other doodles, markings that are strangely involved, maybe some random tattoo designs).
Sould 'ave followed 'em all the way bout the Heroz.
Written By Michael
March 13, 2017, 12:32 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
The Ladies Lili and Sarielle will not have the funeral pyre I'd envisioned. And not for lack of trying and effort on my part. All who ventured beyond the wall with me deserves praise. We have recovered their jewelry and other effects.
I find no satisfaction in the outcome, but know I have done what I must. My duty, my honour, required me to pursue them.
At least in that I have remained steadfast.
I find no satisfaction in the outcome, but know I have done what I must. My duty, my honour, required me to pursue them.
At least in that I have remained steadfast.
Written By Katarina
March 13, 2017, 12:05 a.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
It's been some weeks now since I first arrived in this city. I've had too many experiences to write about one in particular, all as significant and meaningful in some way as the other. The ache of my heart eases with each new day for those lost at sea, who died in search of new hope and a second chance upon life we set out to find together. Worry not, my brethren, for I will see you again it the next life. Until then, may fortune favor you as you're cast back into the Dream, teeming with potential of beautiful creation once more as you wait for rebirth.
Written By Katarina
March 12, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Prince of Sanctum, and sweetest of men who I have been blessed to encounter and call a friend. He welcomed me without hesitation, heard my story, and did not turn me away when I was at my lowest. It is because of him and the Valardin family that I am alive and well, so to him and Alis I owe him my loyalty and friendship unquestioned.
Written By Katarina
March 12, 2017, 11:55 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
Former thrall, and presumed blood relation of Count Darkwater. She makes the most beautiful jewelry I have ever laid eyes on since I've come to these shores, and I have the honor and privilege of calling upon her as my lady's maid. Perhaps I will be her patron soon enough. I can't wait to know more of her.
Written By Fortunato
March 12, 2017, 11:54 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Sketches. A pair of hands, palm up. Thumbs on each flayed to bone. Beneath them, a rock, or a skull's carapace? A tree carved with dragons and surrounded by wisps of cloud. A hurried depiction of the Stone Grove, the pillars high, the vegetation crowding. A flock of birds, bearing, together, a net with a sword tangled within. Five spears plunged into the ground, each of their thin shadows set at a wildly different angle. A splatter of dark, or perhaps something scribbled out.
Written By Zhayla
March 12, 2017, 11:40 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Gabriel
I hadn't yet bent the knee the last time Gabriel was Regent ... but having met him just a few times, it's so, so obvious why they would turn to him again, and why the Compact breathed a collective sigh of relief to have his hand at the helm.
He can never know just how much time I spend I practicing trying to look serious like he does. He just has that kind of face that makes you LISTEN.
He can never know just how much time I spend I practicing trying to look serious like he does. He just has that kind of face that makes you LISTEN.
Written By Joslyn
March 12, 2017, 11:39 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Apparently she's a higher up in the Society of Explorers. If I wanna get in good with the group, she's one of the ones I wanna get in good with. I hope I can make a good impression, I'd like to go on a proper expedition when all this business is done.
Written By Anze
March 12, 2017, 11:36 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
People actually sail across the ocean? The whole thing? How am I just learning about this? What is wrong with the Thrax? Who would do that to themselves?
Written By Khanne
March 12, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(2/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Niamh
Our lives often had us moving in different directions. Our interactions were limited to brief hellos and waving goodbyes, with but a random word spoken here and there. And now that I have had the opportunity to sit with her, to enjoy breakfast, to laugh, to speak of all things serious and frivolous, I have a few things I can say. One, the world might want to watch out when we two are together; I foresee much mischief in our futures. Two, she gives wonderful instructions on the care and feeding of wild beasts. Three, she is an easy woman to grow fond of and to want near. I am afraid she's stuck with me now.
Written By Khanne
March 12, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
It amazes me at times just how much can happen in such a short span of time; good and bad. It has been an amazing bit of time. Blights are getting better. The shamans spread out over the lands have been reassured that we of The Compact care and are working to help heal the lands, to stop the blights. We have all worked hard to heal the Grove, even those of the Faith helped a lot. Drea and Rowan's trip to bring back soil and plants did wonders, Valery's work, the offerings and rituals we performed, the new stone pillar brought in... I am amazed it came so far so fast, and relieved. I bet Darren never thought he'd see that though. And then there is the matter of the amazing artwork of the totem delivered to the Rectory. I was surprised people thought it was some sort of.. trick. It is so gorgeous. At least I think so. The Dominus seemed pleased with it. I am not sure I will ever see such a massive wood carving again in my lifetime.
And in just a short bit of time, I have felt love, and hate, felt my heart and family grow, and the sting of tears and pain I cannot even begin to explain. I can practically feel the feet of the marching army on its way... I think of my hopes... I can't let go of them. I think of my fears... I must face them. I think of my happiness... I must cherish it. We don't know what will happen when they come. What I do know is that I refuse to hold onto one single bad thought about another for longer than a minute. With what we face, any one of us could be gone tomorrow. And should that happen, I do not want my last thoughts of anyone to be full of pain or sorrow. I will instead treasure every moment of joy, every smile that I experienced or saw and every ring of laughter in the air. I will hold dear ever tender touch, friendly hug, and loving kiss that I was blessed to enjoy. I am made stronger by the joys that lift me up. They will help me rise to the occasion and fight for us all.
And in just a short bit of time, I have felt love, and hate, felt my heart and family grow, and the sting of tears and pain I cannot even begin to explain. I can practically feel the feet of the marching army on its way... I think of my hopes... I can't let go of them. I think of my fears... I must face them. I think of my happiness... I must cherish it. We don't know what will happen when they come. What I do know is that I refuse to hold onto one single bad thought about another for longer than a minute. With what we face, any one of us could be gone tomorrow. And should that happen, I do not want my last thoughts of anyone to be full of pain or sorrow. I will instead treasure every moment of joy, every smile that I experienced or saw and every ring of laughter in the air. I will hold dear ever tender touch, friendly hug, and loving kiss that I was blessed to enjoy. I am made stronger by the joys that lift me up. They will help me rise to the occasion and fight for us all.
Written By Acacia
March 12, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Franco
Franco is a unique Lord, indeed. Even if he hadn't partially teamed up with Orathy in the storming of the ship at Jaenelle's event, I think he would've caught my focus simply by the persona he exudes. He's just reckless, crude and exciting enough that I nearly feel that I can be myself around him. Needless to say, he's left a lasting impression. I'm not entirely sure what future Arx holds for him, but it's certainly one I'm going to want to witness.
Written By Max
March 12, 2017, 10:50 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
It's been a hell of a forenight.
Sameera has come to the city. That's its own ball of wax.
I had a hell of a dream. Something about the queen of endings or maybe it was the Knight of Procrastination or something.
Look lively men, its just the end of the world.
Sameera has come to the city. That's its own ball of wax.
I had a hell of a dream. Something about the queen of endings or maybe it was the Knight of Procrastination or something.
Look lively men, its just the end of the world.
Written By Morrighan
March 12, 2017, 10:49 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
I am -NOT- a floof, thank you very much. My armor isn't fancy - I've seen far more concerned with prettiness over functionality - and my armor isn't that. It serves the purpose of keeping me alive. If it being made from exotic hides makes it fancy, would you rather I keep my regular leather and be less protected?
Written By Freja
March 12, 2017, 10:39 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
We have more in common than I honestly ever thought we would. Consider the lesson well learned: Puns. Never. I daresay, that lesson will never leave you!
Written By Valencia
March 12, 2017, 10:32 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
The winter season seems to finally upon us and though it is not exactly a proper Northern winter it is cold enough. With that in mind, we have set our minds to finding an excellent drink to ward off winter chills and warm spirits at the Golden Hart.
I must admit when I first suggested this I did not realize that there were so many different warm drinks that are favoured by the many Houses and peoples of the realm. Our staff is a diverse group and their seem to be strong opinions as to what the best drinks to serve would be.
As we hope to offer the best of the best to one and all in Arx I am thinking that perhaps borrowing the idea of a contest for our Grand Opening charity event would be wise. Thought we may have to arrange for safe transport home for our judges. It is noted that some of these recipes are rather strong.
Here is one that many have enjoyed so far:
~Master Chef Othello Mulavi's Mulled Wine~
2 bottles Red wine, late fall harvest, if possible
3 cups clear water
2 tsp grains of paradise, ground
3 cinnamon sticks
1 tsp ginger, ground
15 cloves
dash of nutmeg, ground
1 orange
1 lemon
1/2 cup of sugar (brown is best) or honey
Gently heat wine and water in a pan with ground grains of paradise, cinnamon sticks, ginger, cloves, and sliced orange and lemon.
Stir in sugar or honey.
Grate nutmeg and simmer, but do not boil for 15 minutes.
Add Northern whiskey, spiced rum or apple jack to taste.
Serve warm, not scalding, with sliced dried citrus round.
Best shared with good company and a warm heart.
~~~~~<~<@
I must admit when I first suggested this I did not realize that there were so many different warm drinks that are favoured by the many Houses and peoples of the realm. Our staff is a diverse group and their seem to be strong opinions as to what the best drinks to serve would be.
As we hope to offer the best of the best to one and all in Arx I am thinking that perhaps borrowing the idea of a contest for our Grand Opening charity event would be wise. Thought we may have to arrange for safe transport home for our judges. It is noted that some of these recipes are rather strong.
Here is one that many have enjoyed so far:
~Master Chef Othello Mulavi's Mulled Wine~
2 bottles Red wine, late fall harvest, if possible
3 cups clear water
2 tsp grains of paradise, ground
3 cinnamon sticks
1 tsp ginger, ground
15 cloves
dash of nutmeg, ground
1 orange
1 lemon
1/2 cup of sugar (brown is best) or honey
Gently heat wine and water in a pan with ground grains of paradise, cinnamon sticks, ginger, cloves, and sliced orange and lemon.
Stir in sugar or honey.
Grate nutmeg and simmer, but do not boil for 15 minutes.
Add Northern whiskey, spiced rum or apple jack to taste.
Serve warm, not scalding, with sliced dried citrus round.
Best shared with good company and a warm heart.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Franco
March 12, 2017, 10:26 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
I've been in the city a week or two now. And I'm finding it a little hard to bring myself out much, outside of planned social functions. This isn't new, entirely. I'm not always the most outgoing person. But I'm usually a bit more eager to indulge myself with some company, and good drink. Maybe a game or two. I'm not certain entirely what's limiting me of late.
It may be the timing, the slight feel of coming anxiety. But the city is good at masking that, I fear. It might be the city itself, really. I've spent most of my time doing such things quietly, out of sight. Indulging myself. A city as big as this one, people notice. People talk. It's not something I'm used to having to deal with. Maybe I'll manage to write it off completely. Then, I imagine, this city will have plenty of places to drink and game and get company that make my old haunts pale.
I imagine if the grimness arrives, I'll find enough want for something to lose myself in, it won't be an issue. But until then, I suppose there'll be a party of some kind or another going on. And if you know the right people, they likely won't stop.
It may be the timing, the slight feel of coming anxiety. But the city is good at masking that, I fear. It might be the city itself, really. I've spent most of my time doing such things quietly, out of sight. Indulging myself. A city as big as this one, people notice. People talk. It's not something I'm used to having to deal with. Maybe I'll manage to write it off completely. Then, I imagine, this city will have plenty of places to drink and game and get company that make my old haunts pale.
I imagine if the grimness arrives, I'll find enough want for something to lose myself in, it won't be an issue. But until then, I suppose there'll be a party of some kind or another going on. And if you know the right people, they likely won't stop.
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