Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 2:59 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
I deserve this, you know.
I insist.
All of this and more.
... what do you mean 'what is 'this'?'?
Last I checked it, it wasn't any of your business what my words -meant-, darling.
But, as I am a most generous soul, so kind and so selfless, I suppose I shall let you in on a secret.
Come closer, secrets should only be shared in whispers.
... Closer, my dear, I won't bite.
... What was -that- look?!
Well, fine!
You can just stay in the dark, blindly staggering around in the shadows cast by my radiance.
I'll have you know there are many a man that would KILL for me to whisper secrets into their ear!
HMPH.
I deserve this, you know.
I insist.
All of this and more.
... what do you mean 'what is 'this'?'?
Last I checked it, it wasn't any of your business what my words -meant-, darling.
But, as I am a most generous soul, so kind and so selfless, I suppose I shall let you in on a secret.
Come closer, secrets should only be shared in whispers.
... Closer, my dear, I won't bite.
... What was -that- look?!
Well, fine!
You can just stay in the dark, blindly staggering around in the shadows cast by my radiance.
I'll have you know there are many a man that would KILL for me to whisper secrets into their ear!
HMPH.
Written By Ida
Nov. 5, 2023, 2:35 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Sometimes I get a great idea and go to work on it straight away. Only thing is, this time I didn't check the shelves before forging ahead (no pun intended). In any case, if anyone happens to favor seahorses, Ferron's is practically swimming in them. (Ok, yes scholar, that time it was an intended pun.)
Written By Caspian
Nov. 5, 2023, 1:04 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
i have been musing over some of the more fond memories of late. and one struck to mind and simply demanded it be put to rhyme.
In a Hart's brightly lit and crowded space,
Two bards met, a duel to embrace.
Not with words or melodies, but lutes as their might,
They battled in the Hart, beneath the dancing light.
With lutes held high, like warriors of old,
They clashed and they swung, each strike was bold.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide and round,
As the resounding cracks echoed with a deafening sound.
The first bard swung low, his lute like a mace,
Striking the second bard's side, in a furious pace.
But the second bard, not one to be outdone,
Raised his lute high, the battle had just begun.
Each blow landed with a thunderous thud,
As they dueled, they both showed their mettle and blood.
With each strike and parry, they fought with zeal,
Their lutes, their weapons, their battle was real.
The audience gasped, their hearts skipped a beat,
As the bards battled on, the clash of their beat.
Though they wielded their lutes like swords of old,
Their friendship was strong, their story was told.
The duel raged on, till exhaustion took hold,
Their lutes, though battered, their spirits were bold.
In the end, they embraced, their rivalry done,
In this musical brawl, two bards became one.
So in this tale of bards and their lute-wielding might,
Remember, it's not always about the fight.
Friendship and music, in the end, will prevail,
In the arena of life, where stories and legends regale.
In a Hart's brightly lit and crowded space,
Two bards met, a duel to embrace.
Not with words or melodies, but lutes as their might,
They battled in the Hart, beneath the dancing light.
With lutes held high, like warriors of old,
They clashed and they swung, each strike was bold.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide and round,
As the resounding cracks echoed with a deafening sound.
The first bard swung low, his lute like a mace,
Striking the second bard's side, in a furious pace.
But the second bard, not one to be outdone,
Raised his lute high, the battle had just begun.
Each blow landed with a thunderous thud,
As they dueled, they both showed their mettle and blood.
With each strike and parry, they fought with zeal,
Their lutes, their weapons, their battle was real.
The audience gasped, their hearts skipped a beat,
As the bards battled on, the clash of their beat.
Though they wielded their lutes like swords of old,
Their friendship was strong, their story was told.
The duel raged on, till exhaustion took hold,
Their lutes, though battered, their spirits were bold.
In the end, they embraced, their rivalry done,
In this musical brawl, two bards became one.
So in this tale of bards and their lute-wielding might,
Remember, it's not always about the fight.
Friendship and music, in the end, will prevail,
In the arena of life, where stories and legends regale.
Written By Mattheu
Nov. 5, 2023, 11:36 a.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
An evening walk of seeking a sudden change in location to help the little one find some slumber was met with noise of a party where we stumbled into the warmth of Valardin's own High Lord Alis and new husband Prince Edris's celebrations.
Lord Danior stayed well in a small fisted and cooing slumber while we danced together through the crowd to be introduced to the Queen herself as well as those we slipped past. It cannot be faulted that the real prize was the cookies and chocolate fountain where the little potato was able to help us secure a few to bring back to the slumbering Lady Ann.
Lord Danior stayed well in a small fisted and cooing slumber while we danced together through the crowd to be introduced to the Queen herself as well as those we slipped past. It cannot be faulted that the real prize was the cookies and chocolate fountain where the little potato was able to help us secure a few to bring back to the slumbering Lady Ann.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 5, 2023, 10:37 a.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
My lovely cousin is full of surprises, but yet surprises that make sense and does not surprise you. How can that make sense? Well such is Duchess Calista.
Thinking of our past ventures made me feel old and young at the same time.
Such a lovely pass-time.
Thinking of our past ventures made me feel old and young at the same time.
Such a lovely pass-time.
Written By Calista
Nov. 4, 2023, 7:29 p.m.(2/19/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Just when I thought I could not love my cousin any more than I already do, I spend an incredible afternoon with her, drinking wine, sharing tales as old as time. We must do this again soon. Sooner rather than later, of course.
Written By Titus
Nov. 4, 2023, 4:17 p.m.(2/19/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Petraea
The Vaevici do not mourn the dead, we instead reflect and weigh their deeds on whether or not it has helped those who live on to be stronger, and celebrate those who have done so. With solemn reverence on behalf of the Vaevici, I'm here to honour the legacy of Tribune Petraea Livy of Cardia and those she represented from far away lands, whose spirit blazed with a fervor that illuminated the paths of those fortunate to cross it. House Vaevici reaffirm our commitments with the Compact and its allies, not in the shadow of grief, but in the light of gratitude for the inferno of courage she has bequeathed us. Tribune Petraea was not just a keeper of flames or secrets; she was a catalyst of an enduring conflagration, one that sparked purpose and valor in the hearts of her compatriots as well as those she helped unseen from afar.
My interactions with Petraea, though infrequent, were profound. Conversations that stoked the embers of wisdom and kinship, and ignited a beacon of knowledge that will guide a lost people through further darker times. Her legacy, deeply rooted in the lineage she comes from, resonates with the essence of her being, a gift that she wielded with benevolence and might. A lesson we all can learn and try to emulate in the near future. I will miss her words and voice and looking at the stars.
We Vaevici acknowledge not the dimming of a flame, but the inception of a legacy as resilient and as pervasive as fire itself. Her sacrifice, emblematic of the eternal dance of flames, has kindled a resilience that will carry on beyond the ephemeral. A spark that has now been lit in many others who live on from her death and they too will carry that fire elsewhere and burn just as brightly. With each act of bravery, every moment of altruistic choice we make, Petraea's essence is sustained and perpetuated. She lives on through us.
In this moment of both sorrow and celebration, we embrace the spirit of Petraea Livy, a spirit that does not waver, a flame that does not falter even if it has faded to embers. May the embers of her spirit rise to the stars to help guide future peoples who might be wandering lost with her legacy to be found again.
Historically, we have declared, "As Arx Endures, We Shall Remember." Yet today, in the spirit of endings and beginnings, and in the indomitable presence of the fire that Petraea Livy has left for a world worth saving no matter if they are kin or stranger, I feel it is better to say "To The Last."
My interactions with Petraea, though infrequent, were profound. Conversations that stoked the embers of wisdom and kinship, and ignited a beacon of knowledge that will guide a lost people through further darker times. Her legacy, deeply rooted in the lineage she comes from, resonates with the essence of her being, a gift that she wielded with benevolence and might. A lesson we all can learn and try to emulate in the near future. I will miss her words and voice and looking at the stars.
We Vaevici acknowledge not the dimming of a flame, but the inception of a legacy as resilient and as pervasive as fire itself. Her sacrifice, emblematic of the eternal dance of flames, has kindled a resilience that will carry on beyond the ephemeral. A spark that has now been lit in many others who live on from her death and they too will carry that fire elsewhere and burn just as brightly. With each act of bravery, every moment of altruistic choice we make, Petraea's essence is sustained and perpetuated. She lives on through us.
In this moment of both sorrow and celebration, we embrace the spirit of Petraea Livy, a spirit that does not waver, a flame that does not falter even if it has faded to embers. May the embers of her spirit rise to the stars to help guide future peoples who might be wandering lost with her legacy to be found again.
Historically, we have declared, "As Arx Endures, We Shall Remember." Yet today, in the spirit of endings and beginnings, and in the indomitable presence of the fire that Petraea Livy has left for a world worth saving no matter if they are kin or stranger, I feel it is better to say "To The Last."
Written By Jan
Nov. 4, 2023, 1:03 a.m.(2/17/1021 AR)
I feel like I should be putting my time towards something productive. There is much to do but none of it is mine to do. Nor do those I owe fealty have need. I can't help but feel as if I am wasting time giving.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 3, 2023, 2:26 p.m.(2/16/1021 AR)
I wonder if this is how a fire feels just as the first flame is birthed? On the precipice of something great and powerful and life changing and engulfing. With the potential to cleanse and to destroy in equal measure? There is something hot and ferric in this winter air. Something is going to ignite.
Written By Cufre
Nov. 3, 2023, 7:53 a.m.(2/16/1021 AR)
Sometimes a fair price is made too high by the way the seller asks for it.
Written By Aelgar
Nov. 2, 2023, 10:18 p.m.(2/15/1021 AR)
Giada is such a busy little business person. Always with the ships and the supplies and warehouses and couriers...She really needs to settle down and read a book. We are unpacking the Archives from our seige preparations and I have seen several I would recommend to her.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 2, 2023, 1:19 p.m.(2/14/1021 AR)
Although the danger hasn't passed it's just so nice to see the moon the correct damn color again.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 2, 2023, 12:43 p.m.(2/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
I worry a breastplate might be restraining my economic assests.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 2, 2023, 9:16 a.m.(2/14/1021 AR)
Gazing at the red moon seems to signal to me that it is far from over. Gods watch over us all.
Written By Sanya
Nov. 1, 2023, 11:17 p.m.(2/13/1021 AR)
Petrichor's untamed bush
Just a placeholder of things I hear or wish to put into a conversation. Carry on. Nothing to read here.
Written By Symonesse
Nov. 1, 2023, 6:15 p.m.(2/13/1021 AR)
It's not over.
Written By Raven
Nov. 1, 2023, 3:15 p.m.(2/12/1021 AR)
We all owe a debt to all of those who gave of themselves to preserve choice. My blade and aid are theirs should they ever ask.
Written By Savio
Nov. 1, 2023, 11:47 a.m.(2/12/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
My friend Titus hates on jewels
He says that they're for crows and fools
"Why would you go to such expense
For no advantage to defense"
Well come around and take some swings
And I will wear shitloads of rings
Bring the sword and bring the shield
We'll see who's the first to yield
Don't get me wrong, I speak with love
For martinets and thoughts thereof
But I'm sure there is some room for growth --
Really, darling, why not both?
He says that they're for crows and fools
"Why would you go to such expense
For no advantage to defense"
Well come around and take some swings
And I will wear shitloads of rings
Bring the sword and bring the shield
We'll see who's the first to yield
Don't get me wrong, I speak with love
For martinets and thoughts thereof
But I'm sure there is some room for growth --
Really, darling, why not both?
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 1, 2023, 6:43 a.m.(2/12/1021 AR)
Can you feel it?
Written By Raven
Oct. 31, 2023, 6:06 p.m.(2/11/1021 AR)
Do not forget this season isn't just for revelry. It is the season to cast light on those recesses and dark corners. To open the closet is opened to where all the things we fear or loath about ourselves are reckoned with. Do not forget to make time for honest self reflection and introspection.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.