Written By Hammar
Nov. 2, 2016, 9:41 p.m.(1/6/1005 AR)
Hammar went to training center to find whacking partner. Hammar find a Lady, she small, but she want fight Hammar. So Hammar tell her he fight and we fought, Lady lose 'cause Hammar whack harder than all. Hammar think lady was Serafine, she pretty. Then Lord think he want fight Hammar, Hammar tired so Hammar not want long fight, so Hammar whack fast and Hammar whack HARD! Lord fall down go boom, but Lord made scratch on Hammar.
Written By Hammar
Nov. 2, 2016, 9:38 p.m.(1/6/1005 AR)
Hammar not know how, but people seem know Hammar. How people know Hammar when he not meet people? People know Hammar also be Lady Dawn champion, maybe Lady Dawn say Hammar champion. Hammar might have ask Lady, so Hammar know how people know who Hammar is.
Written By Yasmine
Nov. 2, 2016, 8:29 p.m.(1/6/1005 AR)
Soon, he will be close to me again!
I turned from one side to another in my bed tonight.
I couldn't sleep, you see.
I am so excited and afraid.
What if his eyes no longer look at me the same?
I turned from one side to another in my bed tonight.
I couldn't sleep, you see.
I am so excited and afraid.
What if his eyes no longer look at me the same?
Written By Damon
Nov. 2, 2016, 3:12 p.m.(1/5/1005 AR)
I find myself unable to sleep. A rarity for me. It's a displeasing combination of the troubling and questionable circumstances of the explosion in the lower borough the other night. I need more information. It's my duty. I need to get in touch with Inquisitor Alistair, and I wonder if pointing the young Horatio in the direction of the investigation could provide some answers I need. How does one stick their nose into such a high profile investigation while keeping his intentions so close to the chest?
The other source of my insomnia, I'm afraid comes from a bout of shame. The look in her eyes, the disappointment.. I could almost feel the respect melt away. That look will be etched in my mind til the end of my days, I think. I'll make it right, I'll earn it back.
The other source of my insomnia, I'm afraid comes from a bout of shame. The look in her eyes, the disappointment.. I could almost feel the respect melt away. That look will be etched in my mind til the end of my days, I think. I'll make it right, I'll earn it back.
Written By Pietro
Nov. 2, 2016, 11:39 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Took Iovita round the training center last night. I was just planning on showing off my new kit, maybe handing her the smaller blade and letting her rough me up a little bit, but Serafine and Hammar were there and I forgot what I was doing.
She kept up with him for rounds, by the gods. If there is anything that woman can do it is take a hit. The way she moves, she is dynamism and everything alive. It's been months . . .
[Indecipherable scribble] [blacked out ink patches]
It's not been so long, a fleeting autumn, gone in a few heartbeats -- wasn't time slower when I was younger? I can't be getting old, I'm 26 -- but I feel like we've been circling each other forever, a few stolen moments here or there before something happens to make the timing just bloody ... inopportune. I can't say for sure whether I'm learning anything.
All right, the woman distracts me. Vincere accused me of it from the start. Fine, I admit it. You know me too well, brother. Too well.
But if I can't fight through a little distraction, I'm completely doomed. Just because her grin reminds me of her lips, her strike reminds me of her strength, her speed with those bloody knives reminds me of just how agile and wicked she is, and this line of thought ends now.
Took her to dinner last night anyway. Iovita was incredibly embarrassing because that is her role in life. Is there any creature in this world more annoying than a baby sister?
Vincere will read this and say that of course it is a baby brother. Shut up, Vincere.
She kept up with him for rounds, by the gods. If there is anything that woman can do it is take a hit. The way she moves, she is dynamism and everything alive. It's been months . . .
[Indecipherable scribble] [blacked out ink patches]
It's not been so long, a fleeting autumn, gone in a few heartbeats -- wasn't time slower when I was younger? I can't be getting old, I'm 26 -- but I feel like we've been circling each other forever, a few stolen moments here or there before something happens to make the timing just bloody ... inopportune. I can't say for sure whether I'm learning anything.
All right, the woman distracts me. Vincere accused me of it from the start. Fine, I admit it. You know me too well, brother. Too well.
But if I can't fight through a little distraction, I'm completely doomed. Just because her grin reminds me of her lips, her strike reminds me of her strength, her speed with those bloody knives reminds me of just how agile and wicked she is, and this line of thought ends now.
Took her to dinner last night anyway. Iovita was incredibly embarrassing because that is her role in life. Is there any creature in this world more annoying than a baby sister?
Vincere will read this and say that of course it is a baby brother. Shut up, Vincere.
Written By Pietro
Nov. 2, 2016, 11:30 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
I really have been kicked by horses that didn't hit as hard.
One day, I'm going to be fast enough to challenge him again.
It is going to be glorious.
One day, I'm going to be fast enough to challenge him again.
It is going to be glorious.
Written By Jarek
Nov. 2, 2016, 10:19 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)
When she smiles it consumes me.
Teeth sharp as knives stretching like the horizon.
Endless like the stars in the sky.
Let me look away.
Teeth sharp as knives stretching like the horizon.
Endless like the stars in the sky.
Let me look away.
Written By Yasmine
Nov. 2, 2016, 3:11 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)
I am alive. Thank you for asking.
I believe that this explosion was just a herald.
A herald of much worse upcoming events.
I wish I could leave.
They promise to keep us safe. But they will be the main reason of more deaths. Just my assumption, because nobody ever actually cared about us - the poors.
I believe that this explosion was just a herald.
A herald of much worse upcoming events.
I wish I could leave.
They promise to keep us safe. But they will be the main reason of more deaths. Just my assumption, because nobody ever actually cared about us - the poors.
Written By Iovita
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:58 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
*_*
oh no she's so pretty and she got her butt kicked so good and i don't know what to do.
oh no she's so pretty and she got her butt kicked so good and i don't know what to do.
Written By Iovita
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:57 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
my favorite for today.
Written By Iovita
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:56 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)
they are still the best parts of me, my brothers. the best parts, drawn out and blown up to life-size and given spiritis of their own --
--except that they came first, not me. i wonder if that means i'm the most notable pieces of each of them, condensed and compressed into imperfect iovita.
pietro's the favorite, at the moment, which means it's time to harass vincere into taking me out with him again; i do like to keep things balanced. he's full of it though -- i definitely remember from before i was six, from before we were separated; we weren't always the happiest, but /i/ was, and our family was little, but good. it's hard not to remember, when your whole world only consisted of a handful of people.
...and i could read before i was sent to zaffria, anyway. i wish. i do wish, though, that i could remember more. there's always pieces -- [abstract squiggles that almost, but not quite, aren't abstract enough.] i miss us, before. i wouldn't trade us, after -- but i miss us, before. i wish it didn't make pie so sad; i bring things up, to remind him of when we were siblings /together/ -- i shouldn't. i should move on, move forward; shove snow down each of their shirts at least once this winter because the point of coming here, chasing after them, was because i got tired of not having them around and holding on to the past instead of cementing our places in the future.
i think i'm going to send serafine flowers. and some of the salve that's good for sore muscles; it's the one that stinks the worst, but i don't think she'll mind. maybe i should add one of the sweeter salves, too, as an apology for it.
i think pietro maybe regrets introducing us but she is so -- staggering. stunning. i don't know what to do with myself. i don't -- no, i definitely know what i'm cheering for them to do, but i'm not sure i don't wish myself in someone's place, instead.
--except that they came first, not me. i wonder if that means i'm the most notable pieces of each of them, condensed and compressed into imperfect iovita.
pietro's the favorite, at the moment, which means it's time to harass vincere into taking me out with him again; i do like to keep things balanced. he's full of it though -- i definitely remember from before i was six, from before we were separated; we weren't always the happiest, but /i/ was, and our family was little, but good. it's hard not to remember, when your whole world only consisted of a handful of people.
...and i could read before i was sent to zaffria, anyway. i wish. i do wish, though, that i could remember more. there's always pieces -- [abstract squiggles that almost, but not quite, aren't abstract enough.] i miss us, before. i wouldn't trade us, after -- but i miss us, before. i wish it didn't make pie so sad; i bring things up, to remind him of when we were siblings /together/ -- i shouldn't. i should move on, move forward; shove snow down each of their shirts at least once this winter because the point of coming here, chasing after them, was because i got tired of not having them around and holding on to the past instead of cementing our places in the future.
i think i'm going to send serafine flowers. and some of the salve that's good for sore muscles; it's the one that stinks the worst, but i don't think she'll mind. maybe i should add one of the sweeter salves, too, as an apology for it.
i think pietro maybe regrets introducing us but she is so -- staggering. stunning. i don't know what to do with myself. i don't -- no, i definitely know what i'm cheering for them to do, but i'm not sure i don't wish myself in someone's place, instead.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:24 a.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
The man is a BEAST. I haven't had such a good fight in years.
My shoulder may never be the same shape again. I'm so happy!
My shoulder may never be the same shape again. I'm so happy!
Written By Serafine
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:23 a.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Iovita
I may have met the city's prettiest little forager in existence. She's as sweet as those apple things they sell in the market, and twice as warm. I may have to keep her.
Written By Acacia
Nov. 1, 2016, 11:45 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Malavaunt
There were always a lot of people asking about Malavaunt - the tanner who had his shop in the Boroughs for who knows how long. He certainly scared people, or at least creeped them out, from time to time. People don't take comments like 'she has pretty skin' quite as well as 'she has pretty hair' or 'she has a pretty dress'. Even his name made a few people question things. Though, things that stand out from the stillness of the graves do often call things into question, don't they?
You couldn't speak poorly of his work though. His exotic leathers, and wherever he managed to procure them-- well, they were always top class. He made his little silent hole there in the Graveyard, among all the others, and somehow it just fit. Oh, they were certainly pricey. But everything has a price, no?
If you ever had a conversation with the man, you'd note that he'd always be trying to clear up some miscommunication of some sort or another. Makes you wonder which one he failed to clear up this time, eh?
You couldn't speak poorly of his work though. His exotic leathers, and wherever he managed to procure them-- well, they were always top class. He made his little silent hole there in the Graveyard, among all the others, and somehow it just fit. Oh, they were certainly pricey. But everything has a price, no?
If you ever had a conversation with the man, you'd note that he'd always be trying to clear up some miscommunication of some sort or another. Makes you wonder which one he failed to clear up this time, eh?
Written By Margot
Nov. 1, 2016, 10:22 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
I awoke to a bang, to a distant rumble. For the first time in years I freshly remembered the sacking of Tyde Hall, the sudden well of panic followed the realization that the walls could not protect us from all threats.
For the first time in years I felt my chest clench, my breath lost.
Was I relieved to find out it was only a fire in the lower districts? Of course. But I cannot help but feel it is a portent of what is to come.
Danger is closer to home than any of us care to admit and none of us are safe here.
For the first time in years I felt my chest clench, my breath lost.
Was I relieved to find out it was only a fire in the lower districts? Of course. But I cannot help but feel it is a portent of what is to come.
Danger is closer to home than any of us care to admit and none of us are safe here.
Written By Yasmine
Nov. 1, 2016, 7:47 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
I miss him...
I am not even inspired to create new dances.
I just miss him...
His touch...
I am not even inspired to create new dances.
I just miss him...
His touch...
Written By Signe
Nov. 1, 2016, 7:41 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
That's just amazing!
Nadia was a very good cousin. She invited a Shamaness from the North to the Arx. The one who knew my mother. Though, I am not just excited about the possibility to hear more stories of my mom!
I will proceed my training to become Shamaness too, and Nadia said that if I will be good... like very good... I will be able to become High Shamaness of Nightgold.
The best news in a long time!
Nadia was a very good cousin. She invited a Shamaness from the North to the Arx. The one who knew my mother. Though, I am not just excited about the possibility to hear more stories of my mom!
I will proceed my training to become Shamaness too, and Nadia said that if I will be good... like very good... I will be able to become High Shamaness of Nightgold.
The best news in a long time!
Written By Orazio
Nov. 1, 2016, 7:21 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
Anyone reading this, by the time anyone gets around to doing so (if, indeed, anyone does), will know of the explosion in Arx, and the death of Malavaunt, the leatherworker, by the means of an unusual fire. That is only tangentially what I wish to put into words. Or rather, to praise. I praise all who went through the rubble during the night, looking for casualties and survivors. While the gods blessed us with no other casualties, it was hard, hopeful work. But more, I wish to praise the Mercies of Lagoma, ever one of the brightest lights in the Faith. I praise their willingness to dare the aftermath of a disaster, with no other thought than the preservation of others. I praise their strength, to fight for the right to do so. And, as ever, I praise their healing skills - thankfully unneeded in this venture, but remarkable all the same. Princess Sophie Valardin is only one name among many, perhaps, but it is good to see a Princess put herself at risk for the pursuit of compassion.
Anyone reading this, by the time anyone gets around to doing so (if, indeed, anyone does), will know of the explosion in Arx, and the death of Malavaunt, the leatherworker, by the means of an unusual fire. That is only tangentially what I wish to put into words. Or rather, to praise. I praise all who went through the rubble during the night, looking for casualties and survivors. While the gods blessed us with no other casualties, it was hard, hopeful work. But more, I wish to praise the Mercies of Lagoma, ever one of the brightest lights in the Faith. I praise their willingness to dare the aftermath of a disaster, with no other thought than the preservation of others. I praise their strength, to fight for the right to do so. And, as ever, I praise their healing skills - thankfully unneeded in this venture, but remarkable all the same. Princess Sophie Valardin is only one name among many, perhaps, but it is good to see a Princess put herself at risk for the pursuit of compassion.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 1, 2016, 7:12 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
I don't care what people say about me behind my back. There are those that desperately want me to care, but I don't. Those that whisper are small-minded fools that don't possess two wits to rub together to make a fire. I'm not interested in the opinions of stupid people.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 1, 2016, 7:09 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
There was a dance hosted by Princesses Sophie and Isabeau of House Valardin. I danced with Archlector Orazio and had a nice conversation. Overall, it was a pleasant evening.
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No, there isn't anything I would like to add. If you want descriptions of the flowers and dresses and people, you need to speak to someone else. Are we finished here?
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