Written By Alis
Nov. 25, 2016, 3:28 p.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
I must spend more time with my cousin. Aside from the fact that we get along quite well, she quite sincerely brings out my more playful side.
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Well, I merely assume that's a good thing. I could be wrong.
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Well, I merely assume that's a good thing. I could be wrong.
Written By Belladonna
Nov. 25, 2016, 2:25 p.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
It is not very often at all that someone manages to catch me off guard. I admit that I was not at my best when we met; it has certainly been a trying few weeks. Still, she seems reasonably entertaining, and I do not object to her company. Once we had both calmed ourselves, I certainly enjoyed her conversation. I suspect that if she were not Duke Fidante's cousin, I would've found her offer much more tempting.
Written By Isolde
Nov. 25, 2016, 2:03 p.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
Women of the Lyceum all fall upon a spectrum, especially those without the responsibility of leadership. We tend to be... freer with our indulgences, and our desire to experience life in the fullest.
I am never not in wonder when I find myself on a more -conservative- end of such a measure. Well, conservative for Lycene women. I'm certain 'hedonist' would be the politest descriptor outside the Hundred Cities. But gracious, do I admire the variety of flavors within the cities, and now here in Arx.
Lady Juliet is a fascinating creature. I'll be interested to watch where her path leads.
I am never not in wonder when I find myself on a more -conservative- end of such a measure. Well, conservative for Lycene women. I'm certain 'hedonist' would be the politest descriptor outside the Hundred Cities. But gracious, do I admire the variety of flavors within the cities, and now here in Arx.
Lady Juliet is a fascinating creature. I'll be interested to watch where her path leads.
Written By Isolde
Nov. 25, 2016, 1:47 p.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
An intriguing little woman of the Saik barony. It seems almost cruel she's thrown into Arx, but that may be my protective streak coming out. I may steal her for Eos, as the second half of his... -magnificent- gift to me. Or I may be merciful. She's sweet, and so out of her depth in an urban setting. I worry for her, but knowing the Saiks, and the Malvici's, she'll be all right, not to mention the Velenosa. I can't help but want to put her in my pocket, though.
Written By Freja
Nov. 25, 2016, 1:02 p.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
I had thought that once I came South from Farhaven that it would be quiet for me. There would be none to pay heed to the scout of the snows, who prefers leathers and furs to silk.
I don't know whether to be happy or annoyed that I was wrong.
I don't know whether to be happy or annoyed that I was wrong.
Written By Anze
Nov. 25, 2016, 11:29 a.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
This is tha most confusing f'an week I think I've had in a long time.
Tha city is doin weird things tah my life.
I'm not sure if I should quit drinking or start drinking twice as much.
Tha city is doin weird things tah my life.
I'm not sure if I should quit drinking or start drinking twice as much.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 25, 2016, 10:08 a.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I wish there was more I could do or say to convey just how much it means to me. I am good at using words, but sometimes even I am rendered speechless.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for being you.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 25, 2016, 10:07 a.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
The animal handler is a bit shy perhaps, but she comes out of her shell. I am happy that she seems happy to see me. Funny what being nice does, yes? I am happy to recommend her to any and all that have questions about beasts. I am glad that she is in the city.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 25, 2016, 10:05 a.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Tea could have been called for a different reason, but I thank you for listening and understanding my points as well.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 25, 2016, 10:05 a.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
You are welcome for all the points to ponder.
Written By Sina
Nov. 25, 2016, 9:21 a.m.(3/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
I haven't met Sir Silas Mercier in person, but he does particularly fine work and his messengers are all polite. Maybe when I decide to furnish my room, I'll have a reason to speak to him face to face.
Written By Runa
Nov. 25, 2016, 8:35 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
The eastern wall and its Seawatch gate is an awe inspiring sight. I must thank Lady Calypso for the opportunity to tour it. What a vista to devour atop the massive edifice. I must admit the vertigo almost distracted me, but it was well worth it. This must be a portion of what rulers feel as they consider their responsibilities and duties and bordering neighbours.
Written By Max
Nov. 25, 2016, 7:43 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
I met with the seeking one tonight.
She tried, as before, to be overeager and rush things. I challenged her - I pushed her back. I made her talk to me. I made her have a conversation. It went very well.
I hope very much she takes my lessons to heart. They will serve her well in her quest.
She tried, as before, to be overeager and rush things. I challenged her - I pushed her back. I made her talk to me. I made her have a conversation. It went very well.
I hope very much she takes my lessons to heart. They will serve her well in her quest.
Written By Max
Nov. 25, 2016, 7:41 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebell
I met a priest I like. He manages to not be a complete asshole. I think I shall ask he be appointed as the faiths vicar to my house. He is of Mangata, and was born in Tyde hall, and his disposition is what one might call charming. I like him, I will let him bless my home.
But I won't leave him near the silver or the women.
But I won't leave him near the silver or the women.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 25, 2016, 4:06 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
The Romance continues with a different masculine figure. Orange and red colors blend across the sky in a beautiful setting sun. We talked, and cuddled, and talked some more by the fire light. He learned my secret, and time will tell if he can keep it to himself. I am taking some big leaps with my love life. Either I will be carried, or the fall will end in crushing heartbreak.
Either ending should make for quite a journey.
Either ending should make for quite a journey.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 25, 2016, 2:21 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
If I wasn't fond of alcohol before, coming to Arx would certainly turn me into a drunk. Mind you, I'm no lush. I'm perfectly capable of not drinking. I just choose to not -not- drink. I've learned enough in the past month to equal thirty years worth of stories and tales and terrors.
I take that back - ALMOST in the past month. There's some things in my past which will likely go without equal and if I do go through it again? I'll guarantee that I crawl into a bottle to not have to deal with that sort of torment twice in one lifetime.
I take that back - ALMOST in the past month. There's some things in my past which will likely go without equal and if I do go through it again? I'll guarantee that I crawl into a bottle to not have to deal with that sort of torment twice in one lifetime.
Written By Viktarkim
Nov. 24, 2016, 10:01 p.m.(3/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I'm still trying to figure her out. She may be what she seems, but she comes across rather too sugar coated. Trying too hard to be everyone's friend and especially mine? I don't trust her and she knows that. Doesn't mean I don't like her, but how can a woman like that be as simple as she claims? Too many layers. Women are complicated enough but she's also every inch the overly refined Princess who very much doesn't like someone to tell her 'No', no matter how politely I put it.
Written By Viktarkim
Nov. 24, 2016, 9:53 p.m.(3/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Clothier, prodigal to House Redrain. Drinks whiskey, has a big black raven named Brahm. I like the bird. Handsome and probably good eating, too. Morrighan's all right too, friend of Joscelin's apparently. Had a good drink together recently.
Written By Viktarkim
Nov. 24, 2016, 9:46 p.m.(3/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I ran into the Prince the other day at a tavern. He paid me about the nicest compliment of my entire life, saying my employer spoke well of me. I won't go into details, but ... well, it was unexpected. He then told the barkeep to put my drink and anything else I wanted on /his/ tab. Coffee has to be imported from the tropics and on my wages, not a luxery I can often afford. But that was about the best cup I ever tasted. Thank you, Your Highness.
Written By Costas
Nov. 24, 2016, 8:56 p.m.(3/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
On the second ship I crewed, there was this mate named Titch. Shifty little bastard but he'd been sailing longer than most had seen summers. Not officer material on account of a petty temper, but canny enough to know that was for the best. The one weird thing about Titch was he had this knife, taken it off some Thraxian marine in his first boarding action. It was a nice knife, honestly. Wickedly curved, sharp as hell, set with some of the largest peridots I've ever seen. He took good care of it too, every time we came into port he'd have the gripped re-wrapped with new leather.
I remember one night we had this card game. Ship was at anchor and we'd been hard at oar that day, so all awake were getting well into cups. We're in the middle of a hand and out of nowhere Titch starts losing his mind. Screaming about where's his knife. Sure enough, empty strap where he kept it. We're all thinking drunk bastard must've dropped it, but everyone knows this will just go on until he gets it so we get up to start looking, and then we hear this giggle. One of the new fish, he's got the fucking thing in his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows, having a good stitch up.
Titch flew at the bloke like crossbolt. Knocks him down and just starts pummeling his gob, screaming. I remember he kept saying "You don't touch it.", over and over while he knocked out teeth. Brun, this big fucking islander we had as a quarterman, tries to pull him off and gets his nose broke for the trouble. We're all thinking, okay, just let him get it all out, we'll toss them both in the cage after and get on with the night. Titch though, he grabs this growler off the floor and before we can realize what's going to happen, caves the kids head right in with one blow. We all get lashes the next morning. Titch gets double, takes it smiling the whole time.
So about a year later we're pulling the cork on this little sloop. Titch is in the sling after sledging the bitch, and he gets caught up in the anchor rode as they're hauling him in. He pulls out that knife to cut it and the wind comes up- knocks it right out his hand. I'm thinking, well, that's the end of that. But Titch, no hesitation, slips right out of the fucking sling and dives straight into the water after it. Down there for three, four minutes before we all start thinking okay, that's the end of Titch. But then he shoots up out of chop, grinning like a damn fool, and sure enough he's got that fucking knife. He's holding it up above his head, laughing his ass off, and of course we're all shouting and clapping because hell, it was damn impressive thing. And that's when this big old toothy white shark comes up outta nowhere, and bites Titch right in half. Was probably down there the whole time gnawing on a corpse until Titch started splashing around and hollering.
Point of this story is- I don't know if this girl is the knife, or the shark.
I remember one night we had this card game. Ship was at anchor and we'd been hard at oar that day, so all awake were getting well into cups. We're in the middle of a hand and out of nowhere Titch starts losing his mind. Screaming about where's his knife. Sure enough, empty strap where he kept it. We're all thinking drunk bastard must've dropped it, but everyone knows this will just go on until he gets it so we get up to start looking, and then we hear this giggle. One of the new fish, he's got the fucking thing in his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows, having a good stitch up.
Titch flew at the bloke like crossbolt. Knocks him down and just starts pummeling his gob, screaming. I remember he kept saying "You don't touch it.", over and over while he knocked out teeth. Brun, this big fucking islander we had as a quarterman, tries to pull him off and gets his nose broke for the trouble. We're all thinking, okay, just let him get it all out, we'll toss them both in the cage after and get on with the night. Titch though, he grabs this growler off the floor and before we can realize what's going to happen, caves the kids head right in with one blow. We all get lashes the next morning. Titch gets double, takes it smiling the whole time.
So about a year later we're pulling the cork on this little sloop. Titch is in the sling after sledging the bitch, and he gets caught up in the anchor rode as they're hauling him in. He pulls out that knife to cut it and the wind comes up- knocks it right out his hand. I'm thinking, well, that's the end of that. But Titch, no hesitation, slips right out of the fucking sling and dives straight into the water after it. Down there for three, four minutes before we all start thinking okay, that's the end of Titch. But then he shoots up out of chop, grinning like a damn fool, and sure enough he's got that fucking knife. He's holding it up above his head, laughing his ass off, and of course we're all shouting and clapping because hell, it was damn impressive thing. And that's when this big old toothy white shark comes up outta nowhere, and bites Titch right in half. Was probably down there the whole time gnawing on a corpse until Titch started splashing around and hollering.
Point of this story is- I don't know if this girl is the knife, or the shark.
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