Written By Asher
Nov. 29, 2020, 9:35 a.m.(6/22/1014 AR)
Another year, come and gone. The little ones, a year old, and I've been with my Swan for a little longer than that. Time really does speed by. I don't know how it happens, but it does.
I'm having trouble in my project; things aren't going smoothly. I'm certain I have enough material, enough funding for more if necessary, but it's just... Not coming together. Maybe Jayus is saying it's not something that should happen. I'll keep trying, I owe it to myself and to the people who have donated to the cause. But I need something new to happen, or else it will stall out.
Aureth recently became Dominus, after Dominus Orazio was murdered. But the thing I keep coming back to, is that when people refer to him by full title, they keep 'Grayhope' on his name. Dominus Orazio, if I recall, was never anything more than that. They call Aureth a Grayhope still. I think this may be a good time to talk to the family, spread the word, remind the kingdom what 'Grayhope' means. What it meant to begin with. Gray's Hopes. I think Aureth will make a fine Dominus, and bring hope back to the people.
I wish I knew how to bring hope back to myself, sometimes. My sleep is more troubled, of late. Nightmares, again. New ones. Well, one. The original was vivid, terrifying, and coincided with the timing of when Prince Tyrus Thrax collapsed outside the Great Archive, so I'm told. The dream was fire, and death, and a monstrous demon as big as a mountain. Fire and ash, forever, and the Abyss throughout creation. But it wasn't just a nightmare. The diamond was hot when I woke, but faded. I don't know what it means but I do know that I have to stop it from happening. So I venture into the nightmare again, and again, this time of my own volition. There has to be something in there to help. I wouldn't be given such dreams without hope.
I'm having trouble in my project; things aren't going smoothly. I'm certain I have enough material, enough funding for more if necessary, but it's just... Not coming together. Maybe Jayus is saying it's not something that should happen. I'll keep trying, I owe it to myself and to the people who have donated to the cause. But I need something new to happen, or else it will stall out.
Aureth recently became Dominus, after Dominus Orazio was murdered. But the thing I keep coming back to, is that when people refer to him by full title, they keep 'Grayhope' on his name. Dominus Orazio, if I recall, was never anything more than that. They call Aureth a Grayhope still. I think this may be a good time to talk to the family, spread the word, remind the kingdom what 'Grayhope' means. What it meant to begin with. Gray's Hopes. I think Aureth will make a fine Dominus, and bring hope back to the people.
I wish I knew how to bring hope back to myself, sometimes. My sleep is more troubled, of late. Nightmares, again. New ones. Well, one. The original was vivid, terrifying, and coincided with the timing of when Prince Tyrus Thrax collapsed outside the Great Archive, so I'm told. The dream was fire, and death, and a monstrous demon as big as a mountain. Fire and ash, forever, and the Abyss throughout creation. But it wasn't just a nightmare. The diamond was hot when I woke, but faded. I don't know what it means but I do know that I have to stop it from happening. So I venture into the nightmare again, and again, this time of my own volition. There has to be something in there to help. I wouldn't be given such dreams without hope.
Written By Patrizio
Nov. 29, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(6/22/1014 AR)
The pamphlet about the pubs of Arx is coming along nicely - I think the first portion of it should be ready in the very near future.
It should be interesting to see what comes of it - I hope others find it useful, but we shall see in the fullness of time. I only hope that that strange unknown that is the future, which lies ahead of us, permits me to finish the work.
It should be interesting to see what comes of it - I hope others find it useful, but we shall see in the fullness of time. I only hope that that strange unknown that is the future, which lies ahead of us, permits me to finish the work.
Written By Shae
Nov. 29, 2020, 6:43 a.m.(6/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
I'm thankful for having answered Princess Lou's posting a couple years ago when she was looking for a new protege. It was one of the best decisions I made, having gained not only a wonderful, and brilliant Patron, but a good friend. I can only hope that I shall continue to make her proud to have taken me own as her protege.
Written By Shae
Nov. 29, 2020, 6:40 a.m.(6/22/1014 AR)
The twins turned one just a little over a month ago, it seems just like yesterday that had been born. And now here they are one year, one month, and ten days old. Each day they grow and their little personalities continue to form them into tiny people, that I pray will be good and just, filled with love for the land, and wonder for the world around them. And above all, kind. I'm starting to wonder if it is time again to start thinking of having more little ones.
Written By Rowynna
Nov. 29, 2020, 1:57 a.m.(6/21/1014 AR)
The only silver lining about having someone annoyed and upset at you, is the reward when forgiveness is sought.
I have the most wonderful new gown in my wardrobe.
I have the most wonderful new gown in my wardrobe.
Written By Monique
Nov. 29, 2020, 12:51 a.m.(6/21/1014 AR)
When you plunge headlong into the unknown do you draw a deep breath or hold it as you let go?
Written By Valencia
Nov. 28, 2020, 7:23 p.m.(6/21/1014 AR)
I am heartened by way people across the realm are coming together to face those who would destroy us.
The attack against the Great Cathedral was more than the burning of a building. It was a brazen act of violence against the heart and fabric of our nation and its people. But what our enemies may not realize, is that we are Arvani and we do not give up so easily.
As always, the Hart will rise as well and do its part to fight back against this evil. We will not let our realm fall. We will do what we do best -- raise spirits, hope and generous donations for the cause with the help of our guests and friends at our upcoming Sip n’ Spar.
We can never let terrorism and the tyranny of others destroy us.
Together, let us show them that we cannot be so easily defeated.
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The attack against the Great Cathedral was more than the burning of a building. It was a brazen act of violence against the heart and fabric of our nation and its people. But what our enemies may not realize, is that we are Arvani and we do not give up so easily.
As always, the Hart will rise as well and do its part to fight back against this evil. We will not let our realm fall. We will do what we do best -- raise spirits, hope and generous donations for the cause with the help of our guests and friends at our upcoming Sip n’ Spar.
We can never let terrorism and the tyranny of others destroy us.
Together, let us show them that we cannot be so easily defeated.
~~~~~~~<~<@
Written By Ophira
Nov. 28, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
And which have you chosen, clever Harlequin?
Written By Cambria
Nov. 28, 2020, 2:04 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Come to think of it, all of life, at every moment, is a test of character.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 28, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
One might feel, no doubt without real reason, that by knowing the extremes of society that they have gained insight into all that lies in between. It is a little like the feeling, also without much justification, that your real character can emerge only in the most difficult circumstances. Actually, good fortune is at least as much a test of character as is ill-fortune, and probably a higher proportion fail it.
Written By Scylla
Nov. 28, 2020, 1:28 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
For as long as I can remember, scholar, I have been plagued by night terrors. So many of them, I know, are battened down memories breaking free. I'm always on a ship set ablaze, and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I fight it, the flames reach me, they burn me. My lungs fill with water, and I then wake, gasping for breath. But this last one I experienced was very different. I was standing in an empty room in an art gallery. Aye, me, in a gallery. Not a single artistic bone in my body, but there I was, gripped by an unnatural sorrow, and staring into a pool of my own tears. I still can't find the words to explain the depths of the emptiness I felt standing in that room, and even after I woke up. I carry it around with me, days later. I feel it even now.
I'm quite used to my dreams presenting as memories. I can handle that, I bear it up fine. But after a thorough search of the city, I found the gallery from my dream exists. And so if anyone finds me wandering the streets alone at night, please don't wake me...just return me to The Black Tide, and pray for me.
I'm quite used to my dreams presenting as memories. I can handle that, I bear it up fine. But after a thorough search of the city, I found the gallery from my dream exists. And so if anyone finds me wandering the streets alone at night, please don't wake me...just return me to The Black Tide, and pray for me.
Written By Cristoph
Nov. 28, 2020, 12:34 p.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ripley
This man helped me break down older, unused portions of my wardrobe from prior seasons. And yet, I've never actually spoken to him face to face. One time I saw him in a crowded room, I tried to wave. But he was gone. I have heard that he likes my eyebrows. Not the kind of compliment a man hears about everyday but I'll take it.
Written By Noelle
Nov. 28, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
I don't think I've managed to impress a potential protege as much as she had been hoping for, and I really can't blame her. But I did manage to get a statuette of myslef, made from delicious cheese, sent to me. With the way my luck goes, I'm calling this a win.
Written By Lisebet
Nov. 28, 2020, 9:57 a.m.(6/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
A new Dominus has been chosen. Dominus Aureth has a lovely ring to it.
I cannot say we've spoken often, and likely he doesn't recall much of it. But I am quite grateful for the conversations we have had. I hope I might consider him a friend. In this time of difficulty, it cannot be so easy to make such choices. May the gods guide and smile upon you.
Well done, my friend.
I cannot say we've spoken often, and likely he doesn't recall much of it. But I am quite grateful for the conversations we have had. I hope I might consider him a friend. In this time of difficulty, it cannot be so easy to make such choices. May the gods guide and smile upon you.
Well done, my friend.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 28, 2020, 12:56 a.m.(6/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
The path to the Abyss is laid with good intentions, no?
Perhaps here is a good application of the Saik words: "Action without thought is slavery."
Good intentions are not enough when they are followed blindly to injurious ends. Good intentions will not undo what is done, nor prevent what is to come, if they are not tempered with analysis and guidance. But you know this. Perhaps another who needs the reminder will see this, as well.
Perhaps here is a good application of the Saik words: "Action without thought is slavery."
Good intentions are not enough when they are followed blindly to injurious ends. Good intentions will not undo what is done, nor prevent what is to come, if they are not tempered with analysis and guidance. But you know this. Perhaps another who needs the reminder will see this, as well.
Written By Ripley
Nov. 28, 2020, 12:31 a.m.(6/19/1014 AR)
I have a toad!
Not a toad toad. It's a dog. Named toad.
he was like a fat little tadpole when Apollo first brought me by and I saw in the pen. All belly, tiny legs and a long tail. Eyes too big for his head. He was a toad. Siri was waiting at the forge when I came back and told me that I needed to get to the Acorn. I was needed. I thought something had happened to Apollo. At least he had the decency to wait till I was not so deep in the depths of my personal darkness.
But he was in the stable telling something to sit. That didn't really do that much sitting. Toad! He had toad! who has already chewed on one of my hammers, and marked the corner of my couch, and claims the bull as his and sleeps on the couch with it. I have slept on the couch with him. He just lays on my chest. He is so warm and the sound of his snoring.
My niece is going to love him.
I can't wait to thank the Keatons. For letting me have Toad. He came from Apollo is a Keaton hound.
Oh gods the ears. His ears cover my face.
Not a toad toad. It's a dog. Named toad.
he was like a fat little tadpole when Apollo first brought me by and I saw in the pen. All belly, tiny legs and a long tail. Eyes too big for his head. He was a toad. Siri was waiting at the forge when I came back and told me that I needed to get to the Acorn. I was needed. I thought something had happened to Apollo. At least he had the decency to wait till I was not so deep in the depths of my personal darkness.
But he was in the stable telling something to sit. That didn't really do that much sitting. Toad! He had toad! who has already chewed on one of my hammers, and marked the corner of my couch, and claims the bull as his and sleeps on the couch with it. I have slept on the couch with him. He just lays on my chest. He is so warm and the sound of his snoring.
My niece is going to love him.
I can't wait to thank the Keatons. For letting me have Toad. He came from Apollo is a Keaton hound.
Oh gods the ears. His ears cover my face.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 27, 2020, 6:26 p.m.(6/19/1014 AR)
The Wind cares not how pure any body's intentions are.
Written By Aelgar
Nov. 27, 2020, 4:25 p.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
I am here almost two years, now, and I think I have a good handle on the layout of the city and the surrounding countryside. Good, but not great. The political scene is harder as I keep wandering down side trails. I have recently been spending more time with that trader, Giada Morello, now Sister Giada, and she has helped me learned a lot about the local scene. I helped build a hospital back home as well, and I am starting to expand my knowledge of the Faith in general and the Thirteenth in particular. It has not been a bad stay to date and I can hope it continues to go well, especially with Giada.
Written By Venturo
Nov. 27, 2020, 12:38 p.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
It has been warming to hear all of the interest and questions surrounding the upcoming Kismet Carnival - and I can promise, all with the wonderful patronage of the House Malespero and the Marquessa Lianne, it will be a show none will forget. Games of all sorts to practice your skill and luck upon, acts that defy gravity, and stories that will offer inspiration for the months to come.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 27, 2020, 8:35 a.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
Sometimes you have to cut the anchor loose to move onwards.
Sometimes you need to throw it in the waters, make a full stop and stay right there, and value what you have.
Sometimes you need to throw it in the waters, make a full stop and stay right there, and value what you have.
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