Written By Dafne
Nov. 6, 2016, 11 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
Cara is a Rubino by birth and thus, not exactly my cousin, but almost. Our family is confusing.
She is very sensible and intelligent and knows a good many things.
Also, she is beautiful and sad and very tall, like a tragic heroine.
(Woe is me. Proper tragic heroines are never as short as me.)
She is very sensible and intelligent and knows a good many things.
Also, she is beautiful and sad and very tall, like a tragic heroine.
(Woe is me. Proper tragic heroines are never as short as me.)
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I am slowly getting to know the ways of the city. The ways of the mainlanders. Their food, their fashion and their sense of honor.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I am slowly getting to know the ways of the city. The ways of the mainlanders. Their food, their fashion and their sense of honor.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:50 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
This woman has Victus' respect? How the hell did that happen?
Fairhair Sausagesnatcher, I warn you - your mysteries will yield to me!
Fairhair Sausagesnatcher, I warn you - your mysteries will yield to me!
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:46 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
This man is a patron, mentor and friend. I would sail into the darkwater for him, if he asked it, trusting that he had good cause.
When one insults him, one insults me.
When one insults him, one insults me.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:42 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
A new day is dawning and I draw a card for it.
I haven't looked at the card yet, but I can anticipate it, I think.
I haven't looked at the card yet, but I can anticipate it, I think.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:37 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
A dozen fires crowded on a single canvas. A bright splotch set against a simple cross of dark branches. A fire backlighting a horde of ashen trees. Three bonfires in slightly different configurations. A fireplace. A person made of fire. The rest of the fires are disinterested scribbles. In the margins, a small hand, three interlocked rings. Scattered dog teeth.
Written By Cara
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:33 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Sometimes I feel as though we are at a crossroads, and in either direction, the road stretches out towards fire and ruin.
Perhaps it is time to follow the Ashford way, and to blaze a new path.
But I am afraid, for the shadows are deep and I know not what lies within them.
Perhaps it is time to follow the Ashford way, and to blaze a new path.
But I am afraid, for the shadows are deep and I know not what lies within them.
Written By Blacktongue
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:32 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
I see so much of your mother in you, but you are your own woman in so many other ways. You have made her missions yours. Admirable, and you have my accolades, but let us consider for a moment what burdens you would shoulder were hers stripped away?
I thought my service for Velenosa and usefulness would have died along with her, but you have given me a renewed purpose and for that I thank you. I'll keep my promises.
We'll laugh, we'll smile, and they'll be none the wiser.
I thought my service for Velenosa and usefulness would have died along with her, but you have given me a renewed purpose and for that I thank you. I'll keep my promises.
We'll laugh, we'll smile, and they'll be none the wiser.
Written By Cara
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:31 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dafne
Lady Dafne is a charming and very interesting young lady, well-spoken and intelligent. She has a passion for pursuing knowledge which I share, and I hope to develop our acquaintance over time.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:09 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
I am not sure what I can say about her. She and I have had the chance to grow close since the summer. And I hold her in a different light than most women. It is a funny thing -- Arx. It makes you judge how you measure people; I cannot stomach full immersion in the weaker cultures. But I don't mind the taste, either. I wish to see the mountains.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:04 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
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Written By Abbas
Nov. 6, 2016, 10 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I feel as if we are on the edge of cliff. Below us the surf hammers against the rock with no offer of mercy. The water is dark and the tide is the blood tide. The time to tithe ourselves of our blood is now. So many of my cousin and family do not hold the ways of the Salt as I do. There is definitely a change in how some Thraxian view the world. It is a shame -- the Salt is without room for error as it is a cruel mistress who will slit your throat the moment you show your soft underbelly. I implore my blood to put your delicate sensibilities aside. Sharp your axes and get ready to slaughter. Killing blows, boys. Killing blows only.
Written By Nadia
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:35 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I've been distracted since summer gave way to fall; and it to winter. I don't like it very much, the yearning in his absence or the frustrations when I must go without seeing his smile. I've written more poems than I care to, and they're all the kind that father would have wrote to mother. The kind that would bring out my brightest smiles and make my chest heavy with those airy, girlish sighs of whimsy and wistful hoping of when I'd come to experience it for myself.
Now that I have, I cannot say that I'm quite fond of it in the least. There's far too much to do. Shavs to vanquish, people to meet, and a household to run. Just what would Mother say when she finds out? (Lydia, don't even think of writing to tell her. I know you will. And if you do, I'll tell her about what you've been up to.)
Now that I have, I cannot say that I'm quite fond of it in the least. There's far too much to do. Shavs to vanquish, people to meet, and a household to run. Just what would Mother say when she finds out? (Lydia, don't even think of writing to tell her. I know you will. And if you do, I'll tell her about what you've been up to.)
Written By Freja
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:28 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Until the last, you and I. Where your sword goes mine will follow.
Written By Nadia
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:26 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
From the mouth of the ocean and the eye of the wave
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
When you feel the earth move under your feet
The sun will bathe you with her sultry heat;
Let not the stars dim the light in your eyes
Let not my passion find you unwise,
For all that you are is to be all that you can
For you are the dream, you are my man.
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
When you feel the earth move under your feet
The sun will bathe you with her sultry heat;
Let not the stars dim the light in your eyes
Let not my passion find you unwise,
For all that you are is to be all that you can
For you are the dream, you are my man.
Written By Nadia
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:26 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
From the mouth of the ocean and the eye of the wave
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
When you feel the earth move under your feet
The sun will bathe you with her sultry heat;
Let not the stars dim the light in your eyes
Let not my passion find you unwise,
For all that you are is to be all that you can
For you are the dream, you are my man.
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
When you feel the earth move under your feet
The sun will bathe you with her sultry heat;
Let not the stars dim the light in your eyes
Let not my passion find you unwise,
For all that you are is to be all that you can
For you are the dream, you are my man.
Written By Fergus
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:20 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I tried retiring Demonslayer, I sheathed it and I hung it up in Farhaven, telling myself I was done with the weapon. Fighting Vercyn's wars was plenty of blood for me, the man knows how to have blood irrigate the north. Sherrod asked me to come south to Arx with him, I told him I was done fighting, I would not spill any more blood for some stupid reason like land or the fact someone was not born in one of the settled cities. And then word reached Farhaven that Sherrod was killed, along with others, and the King was in some state that he could not rule. I knew then that the Gods put a spite on me for having not been there to keep them safe. Sherrod died because I told him I was going to live some quiet existance in Farhaven. I packed up Demonslayer and I came to Arx so that I could put right what I should have in the first place. I hadn't removed the peace knot from Demonslayer until the other day as I began getting messengers from Darren and Vercyn telling me to ready myself for what may come. Demonslayer has had any tarnish removed from the blade, it has been resharpened and I stubbornly sheathed the sword and retied the peace knot to it. I do not want to believe I will draw the sword soon for vengeance, but deep down I know that only I can make right what happened with Sherrod.
Written By Jaenelle
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:18 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
There is something innocent about winter, how everything is blanketed in white and nothing can hide from the chill that seems to find everyone's secrets.
I had the pleasure of enjoying a lovely afternoon with Cicero, and when he left me, Jarek. While nothing was every accomplished, and there were no snowmen to be seen afterwards as I had originally planned, the afternoon was a balance of good company, amusement, and conversation.
I had the pleasure of enjoying a lovely afternoon with Cicero, and when he left me, Jarek. While nothing was every accomplished, and there were no snowmen to be seen afterwards as I had originally planned, the afternoon was a balance of good company, amusement, and conversation.
Written By Niccolo
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:11 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Augustus
Lady Dawn has spoken of him often during our meetings. But, during the latest gala hosted by House Grayson, I finally had a chance to meet the man. He didn't disappoint, Lady Dawn thought I'd like him and at first glance, I do. The fact that he knows the Lyceum is certainly a positive. We'll see how well we actually get along after we have a drink or two.
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