Written By Sabella
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:11 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
My cousin designed the most beautiful yellow gown for me! I am thankful to have the City's fashionista as my cousin. I am most excited to wear it at her party. It is so lovely, that I am already thinking of what other new gown I must purchase... For one is NEVER enough.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 2:57 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
I don't know what to tell you, scholar. Word of mouth might travel better than these written words but I am surely not the one to tell them to you.
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:19 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
Shopping trip two well sort of three.
Laric liked his outfit and I was pleased that others asked me to help design theirs. I do hope that they like them.
It is sometimes hard to shop for other people. Sabella wanted yellow. It occurs to me that I do not have a yellow outfit. Perhaps I should change this. The other one I spent more time picking just the right colors. I do hope she likes it.
I know that people find me rather vapid about such things, but if you make a person feel good about themselves. They remember.
Laric liked his outfit and I was pleased that others asked me to help design theirs. I do hope that they like them.
It is sometimes hard to shop for other people. Sabella wanted yellow. It occurs to me that I do not have a yellow outfit. Perhaps I should change this. The other one I spent more time picking just the right colors. I do hope she likes it.
I know that people find me rather vapid about such things, but if you make a person feel good about themselves. They remember.
Written By Max
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:19 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
This city is abominable. Crowded and annoying as hell. And the smells - they are beyond description. Food roasting mixes with animal dung and the scent of pretension. That one is particularly thick.
I wandered the streets last night, unable to sleep. I wandered into a three way sword battle between a poetic fop, a man no particular skill, and a woman with a sword as sharp as any. I admit, I do not find an armed woman entirely appropriate, but I will only share that sentiment quietly when she is in ear shot.
I had tea in the 'Salon', with Princess Natalia. She did not find me entirely good company, partially by design and partially by nature. She is not as vapid as she seems, but her company is like the tea she drinks. Something that starts hot, and many find delightful, but quickly cools and no good Thraxian appreciates.
I wandered the streets last night, unable to sleep. I wandered into a three way sword battle between a poetic fop, a man no particular skill, and a woman with a sword as sharp as any. I admit, I do not find an armed woman entirely appropriate, but I will only share that sentiment quietly when she is in ear shot.
I had tea in the 'Salon', with Princess Natalia. She did not find me entirely good company, partially by design and partially by nature. She is not as vapid as she seems, but her company is like the tea she drinks. Something that starts hot, and many find delightful, but quickly cools and no good Thraxian appreciates.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:05 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
My cousin has returned back to the social obligations of the peerage. It was a wonderful visit. She reminds me a lot of myself, which is never bad.
We talked on fashion and parties and of course men. Such is the life of nobility. I am glad that she is back around.
We talked on fashion and parties and of course men. Such is the life of nobility. I am glad that she is back around.
Written By Deva
Nov. 3, 2016, 9:28 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Some days, there just isn't enough whiskey in this blasted city.
Written By Myrinda
Nov. 3, 2016, 8:58 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Any crafter worth their salt and their respect in themselves would do what I am doing regarding the bastard Thraxian, Victus:
He is officially banned from my shop. I will not make any clothes for that fool regardless of who comes to commission it until he APOLOGIZES for attempting to put a fellow crafter in her PLACE.
And he recompenses Joscelin for her hair in silver.
Place, you say? Why don't you learn yours, you ill-gotten seed of a noble.
He is officially banned from my shop. I will not make any clothes for that fool regardless of who comes to commission it until he APOLOGIZES for attempting to put a fellow crafter in her PLACE.
And he recompenses Joscelin for her hair in silver.
Place, you say? Why don't you learn yours, you ill-gotten seed of a noble.
Written By Max
Nov. 3, 2016, 8:26 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
This interminable city. Braying asses and preening peacocks, the lot of them. Brother dear, be a man and come back from the dead that I need not attend these matters you in your mortality shirk. The city grows larger on the horizon and I must be back to it. I have seen to the matters of the Abandoned near Tyde reaches as Victus requested, and I admit that this has given me some measure of respite from the popinjay mainlander onslaught that is my ever awkward duty to attend, but now that respite of the sea is gone. A few more coins in my pocket and a few more workers for my holdings...
But all good things must end. Once more into the stone quay, and once more into perfumed purgatory.
But all good things must end. Once more into the stone quay, and once more into perfumed purgatory.
Written By Donella
Nov. 3, 2016, 6:41 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
I am trying to get out there, more. To make contact with people, and know their thoughts. To that end, I am hosting a dinner at the Estate. Just a casual affair, with some cathartic ranting. Hopefully we will have guests. I hate leftover turbot.
This will be after my memorial for Genevieve. She would have wanted her people, the people of all the Compact, taken care of. It would have been like her to remind others that they have duties that do not include endless parties, and gallons of spirits. To be honest, all that is beginning to grate. Genny had a good heart, that was stopped too soon. I need to do something of substance.
This will be after my memorial for Genevieve. She would have wanted her people, the people of all the Compact, taken care of. It would have been like her to remind others that they have duties that do not include endless parties, and gallons of spirits. To be honest, all that is beginning to grate. Genny had a good heart, that was stopped too soon. I need to do something of substance.
Written By Donella
Nov. 3, 2016, 5:59 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Being who we are, by all rights we should have a more contentious relationship than we do. Victus is as traditional a Thrax captain as they come, while I am possibly the most nontraditional Voice we have ever had. But I regard him in many ways as a bellwether. Our Leviathan is as clever, ruthless, and able a commander of men as we have ever produced. If my work did not nauseate him, I know my life would look very different right now. I admire him, because he toughens me. He treats me only with the respect that I earn from him, which means more than what merely falls at my feet as an accident of birth. He reminds me of what it means to be Thrax.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 3, 2016, 5:51 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I'm never fucking setting foot in the Thraxian wards ever again. Ever. Again.
Ever.
Ever.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 3, 2016, 2:48 p.m.(1/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jarek
We were close as children. I believe Jarek was my first friend. It's good to see that absolutely nothing has changed despite the very different paths our lives have taken.
Written By Victus
Nov. 3, 2016, 9:58 a.m.(1/8/1005 AR)
I look like shit?
Well. You don't exactly look so fucking pretty yourself, priest. And you don't got the excuse of having spent the night drinking yourself under the table. Though in my case I ended up waking up ontop of it, not under it.
You ever question your sanity? I do, sometimes. Last night I questioned it a little bit more than once. Ideas, foreign and frankly quite fucking offensive ideas, were starting to make an odd bit of sense. I don't fucking like it. A simple life, things making sense, choices being obvious, that's what I like.
Perhaps what I'm really questioning is not my own sanity, but the world's sanity.
Your sanity.
Who on earth thought priests should wear robes that make them look like women, for example, and why do you put up with it? What, you don't think they make you look like a woman? Well, there you go. Insanity.
Well. You don't exactly look so fucking pretty yourself, priest. And you don't got the excuse of having spent the night drinking yourself under the table. Though in my case I ended up waking up ontop of it, not under it.
You ever question your sanity? I do, sometimes. Last night I questioned it a little bit more than once. Ideas, foreign and frankly quite fucking offensive ideas, were starting to make an odd bit of sense. I don't fucking like it. A simple life, things making sense, choices being obvious, that's what I like.
Perhaps what I'm really questioning is not my own sanity, but the world's sanity.
Your sanity.
Who on earth thought priests should wear robes that make them look like women, for example, and why do you put up with it? What, you don't think they make you look like a woman? Well, there you go. Insanity.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 3, 2016, 7:33 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
It has been a rather long night as it stretches on to morning. I will be happy that it has not come with ill tidings.
I got to meet the Count of Darkwater. I cannot say the first impression was a good one, but I will give him another shot at it.
There were just so many wonderful messages that I felt I should see to business. All in all I would say it was a successful day.
I got to meet the Count of Darkwater. I cannot say the first impression was a good one, but I will give him another shot at it.
There were just so many wonderful messages that I felt I should see to business. All in all I would say it was a successful day.
Written By Augustus
Nov. 3, 2016, 5:31 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
I have been... encouraged to write into my White Journal more often. In an attempt to vent my frustrations in a productive manner, while also humanising me to the rest of the population.
I'm not sure I understand why I have to be 'humanised.' But, here we are anyway. To that end "Hello, Princess Nosy."
Well, now I feel like an idiot.
I think this little experiment will end swiftly.
I'm not sure I understand why I have to be 'humanised.' But, here we are anyway. To that end "Hello, Princess Nosy."
Well, now I feel like an idiot.
I think this little experiment will end swiftly.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 3, 2016, 4:10 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
He better realize he owes me. I know that everyone talks about how it's not that important to shop and wear clothing that is just right.
I spent ALL NIGHT shopping and designing and rushing people to create Laric's items. Dagon is surely mocking my insistence that shopping is hard. Sometimes it is like war getting the right shade and the right design.
Laric better like it. I better be his favorite cousin now.
I spent ALL NIGHT shopping and designing and rushing people to create Laric's items. Dagon is surely mocking my insistence that shopping is hard. Sometimes it is like war getting the right shade and the right design.
Laric better like it. I better be his favorite cousin now.
Written By Damon
Nov. 3, 2016, 3:39 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
We met a Thraxian Count this evening, Lady General Calypso, Lord Dante, and myself. After a three way training spar between us. This bit of rhyme seemed appropriate.
Three members of Arx nobility enter the ring
Each gather round, and with their swords swing
The clash and clang of their steel sings
But only one will tonight ride on Victory’s wing.
For that victory goes to our own Lady of War
Despite our efforts, both I and the Sword of Tor
We knew the outcome of the fight before
Much before it even started.
Even our new friend, Count of Darkwater
Knew that these two men were headed for the slaughter
I am Lord Damon Wyrmguard
A swordsman and poet of some regard
My rhymes are perhaps a bit avant-garde
It’s a pleasure to meet you
Three members of Arx nobility enter the ring
Each gather round, and with their swords swing
The clash and clang of their steel sings
But only one will tonight ride on Victory’s wing.
For that victory goes to our own Lady of War
Despite our efforts, both I and the Sword of Tor
We knew the outcome of the fight before
Much before it even started.
Even our new friend, Count of Darkwater
Knew that these two men were headed for the slaughter
I am Lord Damon Wyrmguard
A swordsman and poet of some regard
My rhymes are perhaps a bit avant-garde
It’s a pleasure to meet you
Written By Damon
Nov. 3, 2016, 2:19 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I was told to put my impromptu poems into my journal.. so here we go. ---
I'm certain I could, your Highness.
But, I'm afraid I would need a bit more time to prepare
I would need to find the right way to dazzle this beautiful heir
Perhaps I'll go on about her wonderful golden hair
No no, that's far to easy, I would need something with a bit more debonair
Something to ensure an impending love affair
Something to convince her Highness I'm not full of hot air
I think I shall tease and ensnare
And then wink and bid fair.
I'm certain I could, your Highness.
But, I'm afraid I would need a bit more time to prepare
I would need to find the right way to dazzle this beautiful heir
Perhaps I'll go on about her wonderful golden hair
No no, that's far to easy, I would need something with a bit more debonair
Something to ensure an impending love affair
Something to convince her Highness I'm not full of hot air
I think I shall tease and ensnare
And then wink and bid fair.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 3, 2016, 1:07 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Little cousin all grown up. Talked my ear off about the joys of following the Thirteenth.
Not the same as I remember. She used to sit at my feet while I whet my blade and told her stories.
After her lecture, or was it a sermon? She embraced me and called me kin. I'm not certain what I think of her now. Changed, for sure.
Not the same as I remember. She used to sit at my feet while I whet my blade and told her stories.
After her lecture, or was it a sermon? She embraced me and called me kin. I'm not certain what I think of her now. Changed, for sure.
Written By Marian
Nov. 3, 2016, 12:04 a.m.(1/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jarek
Marian met Prince Jarek Velenosa as she was walking through the market one day. She was startled when he drew her into an argument with a merchant over which were better, cats or dogs. She found him to be amusing and joined him later for a drink, but it is hard for her to take him too seriously. She has learned though, not to dismiss anyone here, as people are often more than they seem.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.