Written By Augustus
Oct. 1, 2016, 12:41 a.m.(9/20/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
Young Dawn is my great niece. An incredible asset to the Grayson house and one I am most happy to be of service.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 1, 2016, 12:11 a.m.(9/20/1004 AR)
I may have scared my assistant today.
Working on a collection of things for the upcoming events, working too long and too hard and oh, right, I'm not supposed to drink and carouse so loudly. Might ruin my bid for guildmaster. I have a -reputation- to build/keep.
It's been close to a week sober. My forms of entertainment include an outing outside the city walls, a sober dinner with my sister, -two- of them, running into my former lover who then goads me into crying, -in public-, wherein I flee like a humiliated little girl picked last for field-ball.
And I admit. I'm tense. I miss ... people.
But it's the first time in a while I've missed with my hammer.
It doesn't hurt anymore, but it did at the time. I'm going to need a day for it to heal lest I injure it further, and my thumbs are too valuable to mess up. But I threw that hammer across the room and I shattered one of the black obsidian slabs we hang for our customers to look at their reflection in when they try on my wares.
My assistant may have started to cry, poor boy.
So here I am! Stopping by to rave like a monster at nothing. And you, scholar, will you cry too?
(there are wet splotches on the page, and it looks like the handwriting is different, suggesting a different person took over)
I've nothing left to say. Maybe I can find solace in violence. Give your peer my apologies, scholar.
Working on a collection of things for the upcoming events, working too long and too hard and oh, right, I'm not supposed to drink and carouse so loudly. Might ruin my bid for guildmaster. I have a -reputation- to build/keep.
It's been close to a week sober. My forms of entertainment include an outing outside the city walls, a sober dinner with my sister, -two- of them, running into my former lover who then goads me into crying, -in public-, wherein I flee like a humiliated little girl picked last for field-ball.
And I admit. I'm tense. I miss ... people.
But it's the first time in a while I've missed with my hammer.
It doesn't hurt anymore, but it did at the time. I'm going to need a day for it to heal lest I injure it further, and my thumbs are too valuable to mess up. But I threw that hammer across the room and I shattered one of the black obsidian slabs we hang for our customers to look at their reflection in when they try on my wares.
My assistant may have started to cry, poor boy.
So here I am! Stopping by to rave like a monster at nothing. And you, scholar, will you cry too?
(there are wet splotches on the page, and it looks like the handwriting is different, suggesting a different person took over)
I've nothing left to say. Maybe I can find solace in violence. Give your peer my apologies, scholar.
Written By Augustus
Sept. 30, 2016, 10:54 p.m.(9/19/1004 AR)
It has been some time since I have returned to Arx. Certainly I have visited in the past, but it has never really been home. I have been living in Lenosia for the last forty years, with only rare occasions to be seen in the Compact's capital.
It is strange, therefore, that the city is almost exactly the same as I remember. Certainly the people are different but in their difference they are very much similar to how they were. I should have little trouble fitting myself back in.
It is strange, therefore, that the city is almost exactly the same as I remember. Certainly the people are different but in their difference they are very much similar to how they were. I should have little trouble fitting myself back in.
Written By Dagon
Sept. 30, 2016, 8:36 p.m.(9/19/1004 AR)
Donella and I had the distinct pleasure to host Lady Sylphie and Lady Dafne the other day. Both are quite charming and make for excellent ambassadors for House Zaffria. I am hopeful that some economic ties can be forged between Maelstrom and Gemecitta. Trade helps build stronger bonds.
Written By Cara
Sept. 30, 2016, 8:21 p.m.(9/19/1004 AR)
It is strange, to be tasked with such a position as I've been given so soon after --
Well. It's strange. I only hope that I will prove up to the task, such as it is. It will be good to put my diplomatic knowledge to work, I suppose, and better to have some useful occupation to keep busy with. Lord Prospero seems an even-tempered sort, which should make negotiations straightforward.
The gods know, I have plenty of time. Sleep is a fleeting respite these days.
Well. It's strange. I only hope that I will prove up to the task, such as it is. It will be good to put my diplomatic knowledge to work, I suppose, and better to have some useful occupation to keep busy with. Lord Prospero seems an even-tempered sort, which should make negotiations straightforward.
The gods know, I have plenty of time. Sleep is a fleeting respite these days.
Written By Isabeau
Sept. 30, 2016, 12:39 a.m.(9/17/1004 AR)
The Sun never quite rises the same way in Arx as it did in Sanctum, although beautiful it is not the same. The light doesn't touch the buildings and illuminate them as majestically. I cannot help but be reminded, that with every victory and every battle; the darkness will always be lurking in the shadows. We must hold fast to hope, while also being reminded that when night falls, we must remain vigilant for we cannot lose hope. The dawn will always come.
Written By Mason
Sept. 29, 2016, 5:53 p.m.(9/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
She reminds me of Lou, but perhaps a little less well-travelled and experienced. This is not a bad thing, she has a desire to get out of Arx and explore what Arvum has to offer.
Travelling with my wife as I have, I understand and appreciate that urge. I had thought it was exclusive to Grayson, however I would consider this a pleasant surprise.
So far, my interactions with the Redrain has been nothing but positive. It is, for this humble diplomat of Ahj'on, a sincere relief.
Travelling with my wife as I have, I understand and appreciate that urge. I had thought it was exclusive to Grayson, however I would consider this a pleasant surprise.
So far, my interactions with the Redrain has been nothing but positive. It is, for this humble diplomat of Ahj'on, a sincere relief.
Written By Mason
Sept. 29, 2016, 5:49 p.m.(9/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
I was told that Prince Darren was a pleasant man, but I am pleased to know that he lived up to that particular reputation. The meeting we had, while perhaps not on the best subjects, was at least a good one, and we seemed to be on the same page about a few things.
I had no desire to be the bearer of unpleasant news, but he and his sister took it well. I would like, in the future to share drinks with him again.
I had no desire to be the bearer of unpleasant news, but he and his sister took it well. I would like, in the future to share drinks with him again.
Written By Cicero
Sept. 29, 2016, 5:07 p.m.(9/16/1004 AR)
The water boils
Potatoes are in the pot
Still more is left raw
Potatoes are in the pot
Still more is left raw
Written By Ida
Sept. 29, 2016, 3:51 p.m.(9/16/1004 AR)
Decision made. Rubicund, as much I have wanted to achieve working it sooner rather than later (mostly because it's really diamondplate I want to get to), will indeed have to wait. I'm going to focus back on training and fighting for a bit, as commissions allow. They have been somewhat light, as of late, which seems to line up the time to train just that more easily.
Written By Acacia
Sept. 29, 2016, 1:47 p.m.(9/15/1004 AR)
I received a painting the other day, from the mind of one Master Carver - my now officially titled Most Elucidatory Counselor - and the skill of his partner Master Belardi. Not just any painting, but possibly the best kind of painting a person like me could ever wish for. It's bloody, and whiskey-touched and well... really, really large. I almost feel bad for the messenger and getting it through the doors was kind of a hassle, but as far as paintings go, it's amazing.
Sir Silas Mercier completed the prizes for the Gala in miraculous time, and I'm very much looking forward to Mistress Joscelin's favors. I find them both easy to talk to, whether over stew-dipped biscuits or late-night shop invasions of the secretive sort.
Sir Silas Mercier completed the prizes for the Gala in miraculous time, and I'm very much looking forward to Mistress Joscelin's favors. I find them both easy to talk to, whether over stew-dipped biscuits or late-night shop invasions of the secretive sort.
Written By Aurora
Sept. 29, 2016, 10:21 a.m.(9/15/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
Benjamin Carver is my new best friend. I'm not sure if he is aware of such, but it is true even if he disagrees. We have the same focused goals, granted his are a bit different and involve gross things, while mine are nothing but beauty. I worry without my attention he is going to kill himself. I also worry that with my attention, I might kill him.
Written By Aurora
Sept. 29, 2016, 7:53 a.m.(9/15/1004 AR)
I am honored, truly, to be listed as one of the points of contact for the Grand Duchess and Duke's event for clothing. It shows that my hard work at being recognized as one of the leading seamstresses in the city has come to bear fruit. I have decided to have some ideas ready should there be anyone who wishes to have something crafted, though with it only being only so many days away, I should really start doing that instead of this.
Written By Valkieri
Sept. 28, 2016, 2:53 p.m.(9/12/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
I have absolutely, positively no idea what to make of Princess Isolde. But if she's interested in my company, I will provide it. It may prove useful.
*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*
*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*
Written By Silas
Sept. 28, 2016, 8:08 a.m.(9/12/1004 AR)
Met up with Mistress Acacia earlier today. Gossip was exchanged and she hired me for a project, which I have since completed. Hopefully to her satisfaction.
I think we both left the tavern enlightened with some things and puzzled about others. I have some things to look into.
Also, I have discovered that glass is much trickier to cut than wood. Always wear gloves.
I think we both left the tavern enlightened with some things and puzzled about others. I have some things to look into.
Also, I have discovered that glass is much trickier to cut than wood. Always wear gloves.
Written By Cara
Sept. 28, 2016, 2:40 a.m.(9/11/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Salazar
What a bafflingly exhausting man. I am not certain, but he may be part peacock. He is pleasant, though, and Aislin likes him, which is a mark in his favor.
Written By Delia
Sept. 27, 2016, 10:29 p.m.(9/10/1004 AR)
Rubbish! Everything in my wardrobe is rubbish! It makes me feel sad just peering into it.
Clearly the only way to resolve that terrible feeling in my stomach is to burn it all and start over.
Fortunately Miss Aurora has come up with a style that promises to make me shine as I ought to! But what shall I wear with it... I have no jewelry that will match this lovely ensemble.
Oh dwelling on it brings back that terrible feeling again so I shall not. Instead I will hope and pray to the good gods that some kind soul remedies my fashion crisis before it becomes too great an issue!
Clearly the only way to resolve that terrible feeling in my stomach is to burn it all and start over.
Fortunately Miss Aurora has come up with a style that promises to make me shine as I ought to! But what shall I wear with it... I have no jewelry that will match this lovely ensemble.
Oh dwelling on it brings back that terrible feeling again so I shall not. Instead I will hope and pray to the good gods that some kind soul remedies my fashion crisis before it becomes too great an issue!
Written By Yasmine
Sept. 27, 2016, 6:46 p.m.(9/10/1004 AR)
The evening was enchanting. Crimson sun embraced grey clouds and I could see their fluffy frames light up in passionate tones. I felt how the chilly waves tickled my toes and I was slowly sinking into unsteady ground. Though, a breeze entangled my curls and its playfulness stirred me from the charms of the magical sunset. Waves breaking onto the coast, the quietly blowing wind, rustling leaves and the hooting of an owl created a magnificent melody and I did not even notice how my hand raised up and my feet started to move. By the time the sun lay down with the clouds into sheets of silent night, I created a new dance.
Written By Ianthe
Sept. 27, 2016, 4:27 p.m.(9/10/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
It’s like not a day has passed, despite the fact that I’ve been gone for the better part of the last few. Laughing and talking and not missing a beat in the dance that is our friendship.
I had not realized how much I missed her.
My mother and father, the ones that raised me, were very obviously not the ones that made me. I knew that fairly young. Tall, blond, blue-eyed, and fair as a bowl of cream. Also more concerned about ledger books and family reputation than I ever have. They love me, but I don’t think they’ve ever understood me.
Joscelin was the first to make me feel accepted for what I am and not for the things that I can never be. She never worries about my lack of husband or marriage prospects. Never a whisper about how I’m wasting my life on ships and in caravans. She understands. She sees *me*. I don’t know if I have any blood siblings in the world, but she’s as close to one as I suspect I will ever know.
I had not realized how much I missed her.
My mother and father, the ones that raised me, were very obviously not the ones that made me. I knew that fairly young. Tall, blond, blue-eyed, and fair as a bowl of cream. Also more concerned about ledger books and family reputation than I ever have. They love me, but I don’t think they’ve ever understood me.
Joscelin was the first to make me feel accepted for what I am and not for the things that I can never be. She never worries about my lack of husband or marriage prospects. Never a whisper about how I’m wasting my life on ships and in caravans. She understands. She sees *me*. I don’t know if I have any blood siblings in the world, but she’s as close to one as I suspect I will ever know.
Written By Cicero
Sept. 27, 2016, 4:24 p.m.(9/10/1004 AR)
Walking through the grounds
A Whispered invitationed
Promise to be kept
A Whispered invitationed
Promise to be kept
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