Written By Orazio
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I have made no particular secret of my disapproval of the way Prince Victus ascended to the position of High Lord. Such a bloody violation of the laws of fealty cannot be approve of by Limerance, or those of us who represent him. That opinion has not changed.
However, I also cannot refuse to give credit where credit is due. While the gender segregation of the Isles is not the deepest and most persistent injustice inflicted there, to address any injustice must be recognized. So, to Prince Victus, I must say well done. And to all the vassal houses who choose to follow him in this righteous actions, well done as well.
However, I also cannot refuse to give credit where credit is due. While the gender segregation of the Isles is not the deepest and most persistent injustice inflicted there, to address any injustice must be recognized. So, to Prince Victus, I must say well done. And to all the vassal houses who choose to follow him in this righteous actions, well done as well.
Written By Teagan
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lyiana
I marvel at how splendidly efficient Lyiana is with her work. She has a fine mind for interpreting just what a person wants. I look forward to an ongoing and mutually beneficial association with her.
Written By Dominique
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:46 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
I was able to finish my model and design of my first war machine. Proud of it, but not enough to not start a new one.
Written By Ailys
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:43 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
My cousin knight, how proud I am of you to persue your demons and lie your worries to rest. I will do all I can to support you.
Written By Hadrian
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:41 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Perhaps it is coming to a time to be more ambitious. I have a strong House, not many are stronger. Perhaps Malvici deserves more. I deserve more. Perhaps idle thoughts are merely entertained by an inebriated hand. Where does Fate cast its dice?
Written By Deva
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:39 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Who knew that ballroom dancing could be almost as dangerous as the battlefield? I nearly had a mishap with some mysteriously placed caltrops on the dance floor, and likely would have been sidelined the rest of the evening had Archduke Niccolo not deftly saved me just in time, with a stylish dip at that.
I think you would have laughed, Esera. I can hear it if I close my eyes hard enough. Every memory we had is still cherished close to my heart. You are missed, and you are loved.
I think you would have laughed, Esera. I can hear it if I close my eyes hard enough. Every memory we had is still cherished close to my heart. You are missed, and you are loved.
Written By Calathane
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Entry 2
And I mention now that these will be numbered by entries as I get to them. For time is lost when one is lost to time and that losing it can be blamed on love and beauty. So with that it has come to be, I am hooked and the one holding the line is Neve of Greensmarch, but then I needed to meet her father... Not that I would have imagined it being as naked as the day he was born, but being strangled by such unclothed strength didn't seem like a good way to go and I barely slipped away from that. Still this idea of finding a flower in the middle of winter in the Greenswood, something I will have to do, will do, or like perhaps Muiryn wants, die trying. This flower with the red petal and thistle leaf will be had and it will be delivered even if I have to wait a hole year once more to find it.
And I mention now that these will be numbered by entries as I get to them. For time is lost when one is lost to time and that losing it can be blamed on love and beauty. So with that it has come to be, I am hooked and the one holding the line is Neve of Greensmarch, but then I needed to meet her father... Not that I would have imagined it being as naked as the day he was born, but being strangled by such unclothed strength didn't seem like a good way to go and I barely slipped away from that. Still this idea of finding a flower in the middle of winter in the Greenswood, something I will have to do, will do, or like perhaps Muiryn wants, die trying. This flower with the red petal and thistle leaf will be had and it will be delivered even if I have to wait a hole year once more to find it.
Written By Fiachra
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:34 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
When a seed first sprouts, it is a delicate thing. It needs to be nurtured, and a strong breeze, a drought, or an early frost may all spell disaster. But it isn't long before the young plant becomes strong, able to withstand the hardships and the tests put to it.
And that is where we stand now; the announcement has been made. When I came to this city, you were, quite probably, the absolute last thing that I would have expected to find. Yet, the more time I spent in your company, the more I came to realize that you, and everything that you give to me, are the the most precious thing that I could have found in Arx. You are the light that I will forever be able to use to find my way home. I could not be more proud to walk at your side, for this day and for all the days of our future together.
And that is where we stand now; the announcement has been made. When I came to this city, you were, quite probably, the absolute last thing that I would have expected to find. Yet, the more time I spent in your company, the more I came to realize that you, and everything that you give to me, are the the most precious thing that I could have found in Arx. You are the light that I will forever be able to use to find my way home. I could not be more proud to walk at your side, for this day and for all the days of our future together.
Written By Dominique
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:31 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
So glad the Thrax finally came out of the Dark ages. Ladies are equal to men in every way. Sometimes even better.
Written By Zhayla
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Yesterday, Niamh and I sparred in cotton and linen, getting used to fighting in dresses. I spent an absolutely ridiculous number of hours yesterday just running around in scrap cloth, so that I would be ready for today. Niamh didn't quite embarrass me, but she DEFINITELY reminded me of the respect I have for her skill. She quite handily defeated me in the sparring ring. She such a tremendous fighter!! It's easy to see why she's risen so far in the Champions.
Today, I faced Niamh in the dueling ring on the Proving Grounds. I fought for Duchess Sylvie Zaffria, Whisper and co-ruler of Gemecitta. I fought for her honor against a slight paid to her by Count Maximilian Darkwater, that such slights might be judged.
Well, if they were judged, they were judged awfully quickly on our second exchange: I cleanly struck first blood.
I'd passed by Legate Orazio before the duel. I was going to stop in the shrines of Sentinel and Gloria before, although I didn't even know what I was supposed to pray for. I asked him: I know I don't pray for victory, I said, but what should I pray for?
He said: Pray to embody courage, honor, and justice, and be the instrument of their judgement, whether in victory or defeat.
I did. I prayed for that. I hope that I lived up to it.
Today, I faced Niamh in the dueling ring on the Proving Grounds. I fought for Duchess Sylvie Zaffria, Whisper and co-ruler of Gemecitta. I fought for her honor against a slight paid to her by Count Maximilian Darkwater, that such slights might be judged.
Well, if they were judged, they were judged awfully quickly on our second exchange: I cleanly struck first blood.
I'd passed by Legate Orazio before the duel. I was going to stop in the shrines of Sentinel and Gloria before, although I didn't even know what I was supposed to pray for. I asked him: I know I don't pray for victory, I said, but what should I pray for?
He said: Pray to embody courage, honor, and justice, and be the instrument of their judgement, whether in victory or defeat.
I did. I prayed for that. I hope that I lived up to it.
Written By Jaenelle
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
I have hired a bodyguard. He is rough around the edges, but he'll do. Unless I die, then he won't. Perhaps I am too trusting?
Written By Elrych
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
I was having a bad night. Drank a bit too much, stumbled into a bar when my flask ran out. Eirlys was there with Abigail and the Marquessa... I didn't want to bother them so I kept to myself. Eirlys seemed uncomfortable at the sight of me. I thought we were friends still? I was confused. Either way, after someone came in wanting to be her white knight, some other Marquesse... Ford? I don't remember his name. Sizing me up. That happens a lot around here, especially with the men. I lost my cool but thankfull Demura was able to talk thing through and I left with her. I'm staying close to the Chataeu from here on out. This City is far more insideous that one might think.
Written By Elrych
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:12 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Lady Abigail was kind enough to teach me some pointers with my rusty Archery skills. I'm pretty miserable that's for sure, but it was more of an Honor to talk with her and whitness her skills. I'm glad we have someone as strong and brilliant as her in our ranks. She seems to think she'll eventually piss me off... but I don't think so. She invited me on a hunt with her. I look forward to that day.
Written By Haati
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:12 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
A sight to hold and the cousin to the great Count Maximilian Darkwater. Now that is a lot to hold ones self to or to even compare oneself to. Then there is an ease with which she sits and speaks, a total opposite to her cousin though both take compliments like they were born on the water of praise. In a very good way as it makes them sparkle and shine all the more. Though Ariel is afar site prettier than Max when doing so.
Written By Silas
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:05 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
I'm like a kid with a lollipop right now.
It's so ~pretty~! And sharp!
It's so ~pretty~! And sharp!
Written By Hadrian
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:02 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Things are confusing. I'm often finding myself suspicious of others, paranoid, and on guard -moreso than before. It isn't like it was when I wasn't sleeping, this is more organic and less sleep-deprived, but I certainly need to break the mindset. It is difficult to trust, but trust is required in these times. The scariest part is taking a chance on who to trust, and who not to. Because if you're wrong, it could end very badly, and people end up hurt. I guess that is what makes it easy to not trust anyone and guard one's self, because there is no risk to bearing that hurt. And, if you don't know who to trust, then just pretend you do.
Written By Ansel
Feb. 26, 2017, 8:01 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristram
The Prince earned a very well-deserved promotion to Commander within the Ministry, and hosted a fine event this week for the forces. I'm happy to see the Gauntlet continue to see such use by our allies and friends.
Written By Michael
Feb. 26, 2017, 8 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
I am imperfect. Some say reckless, rash, and impetuous. And perhaps some quests are foolish. But that doesn't stop them from being right. The ache in my chest, the dull lull within it, will not be quelled.
We will bring them home.
And I will aim not to make my Mother's hair go white.
We will bring them home.
And I will aim not to make my Mother's hair go white.
Written By Haati
Feb. 26, 2017, 7:54 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Julea
And there with everything a Thraxian noble in the guise of a smith. Seems I have yet to witness everything in life from servitude to skillful man, but then there is that and though I know there is much to gain and fun to be had with this one around more often. I almost too miss the thought of the friendly rivalry we could have had as competing smiths. She is trully of Thrax, but also a friend and now too perhaps one can never know what would have happened the other path if not her becoming Thraxian nobility.
Written By Haati
Feb. 26, 2017, 7:50 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
The first month ashore,
What can one say that can define the difference between this and the life at sea? Well there is only that which perception can provide and only for the one that perceives it through experience. Many years I spent on land before the sea and yet all I remember is the forge and my father and I only knew the man as my father for five years and yet that seems as if it is my whole life before the sea. And though I appear as my age, the life I have had, has been less the half that of a life to even remember. I suppose some might say I haven't lived it, but many have not had my origins and gotten to where I am now too.
The time I had with the man I came to call my father was a sorted one, since I had been nothing but property before that. No more than the swords he sold to others and yet he saw something in me to train me to become the smith I am. And I would honor him with the five years as his son by becoming the smith he was and maybe more, to repay him for all that he has given me with his love. Perhaps it would have been different if his sister had come to understand and accept me into the Wavehowler family, even though she could not renounce my father's claim of adoption and now the name being mine as well, she did all she could to take what little that had remained after. Selling the smith shop and forge near Maelstrom for a pretty penny and by manipulation awarding me the position as a ship's smith aboard the Wavebreaker.
Though she meant to get rid of me and I ma sure see the end of me on that ship at sea. It wasn't so, and the time I found there was experiences and a feeling of home that I still can not explain now. It was if I had returned to the sea an found that in it, it was part of me. I learned its ways, how it rolled and roiled when the winds whipped, boards creaked and the flashes of light streaked across the sky. It all felt the same some might feel in front of a coizy fireplace on some bearskin rugs in a lodge int he cold of night. The salt and the life of a Dark water sailor was what I was and always will be form now on as much as I am a smith or more. Then we docked at Arx one year before, though I only stayed for few days it was memorable and left on me an impression that lasted for that whole year till the Wavebreaker returned and I gave up my position as the ship's smith to stay in Arx and ply my trade in the Thraxian district.
And I do miss the sea and those times I can leave for a short while to travel them do me well, does my mind and soul good. Then there is the shop, it is a good place and from it I have met many good Thraxians and others. Even one that has become more than an other to becoming a Thraxian and a fellow smith as well. If not for those that are here and who I have met I do not think I would have stayed at all or even considered setting in roots like a tree. My old friends on the Wavebreaker would have ribbed me well for even considering such and yet here I am still. The business thrives and is growing and I also am becoming a better smith as well with weapons to create, armor to forge and not making standard fair to keep a ship running. So here I sit, drinking rum, eating fresh salted pork and knowing all that still I am torn between the seas and newly found interests and friends.
What can one say that can define the difference between this and the life at sea? Well there is only that which perception can provide and only for the one that perceives it through experience. Many years I spent on land before the sea and yet all I remember is the forge and my father and I only knew the man as my father for five years and yet that seems as if it is my whole life before the sea. And though I appear as my age, the life I have had, has been less the half that of a life to even remember. I suppose some might say I haven't lived it, but many have not had my origins and gotten to where I am now too.
The time I had with the man I came to call my father was a sorted one, since I had been nothing but property before that. No more than the swords he sold to others and yet he saw something in me to train me to become the smith I am. And I would honor him with the five years as his son by becoming the smith he was and maybe more, to repay him for all that he has given me with his love. Perhaps it would have been different if his sister had come to understand and accept me into the Wavehowler family, even though she could not renounce my father's claim of adoption and now the name being mine as well, she did all she could to take what little that had remained after. Selling the smith shop and forge near Maelstrom for a pretty penny and by manipulation awarding me the position as a ship's smith aboard the Wavebreaker.
Though she meant to get rid of me and I ma sure see the end of me on that ship at sea. It wasn't so, and the time I found there was experiences and a feeling of home that I still can not explain now. It was if I had returned to the sea an found that in it, it was part of me. I learned its ways, how it rolled and roiled when the winds whipped, boards creaked and the flashes of light streaked across the sky. It all felt the same some might feel in front of a coizy fireplace on some bearskin rugs in a lodge int he cold of night. The salt and the life of a Dark water sailor was what I was and always will be form now on as much as I am a smith or more. Then we docked at Arx one year before, though I only stayed for few days it was memorable and left on me an impression that lasted for that whole year till the Wavebreaker returned and I gave up my position as the ship's smith to stay in Arx and ply my trade in the Thraxian district.
And I do miss the sea and those times I can leave for a short while to travel them do me well, does my mind and soul good. Then there is the shop, it is a good place and from it I have met many good Thraxians and others. Even one that has become more than an other to becoming a Thraxian and a fellow smith as well. If not for those that are here and who I have met I do not think I would have stayed at all or even considered setting in roots like a tree. My old friends on the Wavebreaker would have ribbed me well for even considering such and yet here I am still. The business thrives and is growing and I also am becoming a better smith as well with weapons to create, armor to forge and not making standard fair to keep a ship running. So here I sit, drinking rum, eating fresh salted pork and knowing all that still I am torn between the seas and newly found interests and friends.
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