Written By Sydney
Oct. 11, 2023, 6:12 p.m.(12/27/1020 AR)
I feel as though I've had just as many nights where I've marveled at how peculiar the weather or the sky is as I've had days where I've marveled at how mundane the weather or the sky is. It's difficult to even say 'these are strange times' when so much of my life has been a strange time.
These are, quite simply, the times we live in.
We can wail and gnash our teeth about it, or we can square our shoulders and face them head on. On second thought, I don't mind a bit of both. Square your shoulders, /and/ gnash your teeth.
A well-timed bite has always been quite an effective thing, in my experience.
These are, quite simply, the times we live in.
We can wail and gnash our teeth about it, or we can square our shoulders and face them head on. On second thought, I don't mind a bit of both. Square your shoulders, /and/ gnash your teeth.
A well-timed bite has always been quite an effective thing, in my experience.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 11, 2023, 2:47 p.m.(12/26/1020 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
Met Prince Patrizio the other day. He is quite an amiable sort of man. I hope we can forge a friendship. We spoke of so many things, though I will admit much of it went quite over my head. I am afraid, that he will think me quite daft.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 10, 2023, 1:20 p.m.(12/24/1020 AR)
Had a lovely outing at the Murder of Crows. Can't say that the stew has improved with time, but whatever's in it - and I always prefer not to know - it never ceases to bring nostalgia with it. The cheapest bowl in the Burroughs.
Remembering where you came from is an important part of guiding the trajectory of your life.
I remember where I came from.
It's a relief to have clarity, after all this time. Nothing's changed, really, only that my mind's made up. It's surprising how much comfort it is to have a clear path forward. Once you know the path, you can start preparing for it, and set out walking. Far better than blindly walking in circles.
I know where I want to go. Time to walk.
Remembering where you came from is an important part of guiding the trajectory of your life.
I remember where I came from.
It's a relief to have clarity, after all this time. Nothing's changed, really, only that my mind's made up. It's surprising how much comfort it is to have a clear path forward. Once you know the path, you can start preparing for it, and set out walking. Far better than blindly walking in circles.
I know where I want to go. Time to walk.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 9, 2023, 11:43 p.m.(12/23/1020 AR)
It's been awhile since I've been in the city proper. I've been catching up on the events that have past since I last was here. I am truly saddened to hear the passing of Prince Niklas. I remember he and his wife, and how truly in love they were. I still remember that winter's event, when he and she went on that sled ride, where in both of them ended up unceremoniously in the snow. My goodness, how many years ago was that? It was back when they were only just married. It seems though, that Sabella is coping well with the lost. I am only sorry I could not be there during her time of need. I considered both her husband, and she close friends.
Written By Raven
Oct. 9, 2023, 11:20 p.m.(12/23/1020 AR)
Hello, Arx. I have returned. Just in time for the fun it seems. Eager to see all those that I left and have missed while I was away.
Written By Aconite
Oct. 9, 2023, 10:07 p.m.(12/23/1020 AR)
I don't know if I am cut out for what is coming. I feel I've made some mistakes recently that are irreversible. What is coming seems too much. I have friends who are much better suited to this. I admire each of them and their efforts and feel I must stay to see this out.
At least there's the ball, hopefully.
At least there's the ball, hopefully.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 9, 2023, 7:37 p.m.(12/23/1020 AR)
This is not how I thought my story would go. -Our- story, would go. But ... so it is. Let's see what happens down this path. I can't lie; I'm beyond excited. What a strange place to be!
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 9, 2023, 10:12 a.m.(12/22/1020 AR)
The Gilded Page announces it's Third Literary Contest. THough this year, we add a twist. We are looking for tomes, fit for children. To be read by them or to them. The cut off date for entries is the day of the Mirror Masquerade. After such, entries will be placed in the Gilded Page for viewing and voting for four weeks after which a winner will be declared.
Official Rules of the Gilded Page Literary Contest:
1. One entry per author, though submissions may be more than one volume. Childrens tomes only.
2. Deadline for book submissions: day of the Mirror Masquerade (OOC - RL October 31st, 2023).
3. Open to all, nobles and commoners alike.
4. Only new works are permitted.
5. Authors will remain anonymous through the voting period, which will last for four weeks from the deadline for submissions. The voters being comprised of anyone who would like to cast a vote. One vote per person, and votes may be sent to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax via messenger.
6. Voting period: OOC – RL November 1st - November 20th, 2023 ).
7. Copies of all entries will be on sale at the Gilded Page during the voting period, with all funds received being donated to the Faith, shoudl the authors wish their works to be sold.
8. Entries may be sent by messenger to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax, with no author noted on the cover or insides of the book to retain anonymity for voting purposes.
Prizes:
First Place: 300,000 Silver
Second Place: 200,000 Silver
Third Place: 100,000 Silver
Official Rules of the Gilded Page Literary Contest:
1. One entry per author, though submissions may be more than one volume. Childrens tomes only.
2. Deadline for book submissions: day of the Mirror Masquerade (OOC - RL October 31st, 2023).
3. Open to all, nobles and commoners alike.
4. Only new works are permitted.
5. Authors will remain anonymous through the voting period, which will last for four weeks from the deadline for submissions. The voters being comprised of anyone who would like to cast a vote. One vote per person, and votes may be sent to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax via messenger.
6. Voting period: OOC – RL November 1st - November 20th, 2023 ).
7. Copies of all entries will be on sale at the Gilded Page during the voting period, with all funds received being donated to the Faith, shoudl the authors wish their works to be sold.
8. Entries may be sent by messenger to Princess Consort Alarissa Thrax, with no author noted on the cover or insides of the book to retain anonymity for voting purposes.
Prizes:
First Place: 300,000 Silver
Second Place: 200,000 Silver
Third Place: 100,000 Silver
Written By Medeia
Oct. 9, 2023, 8:56 a.m.(12/22/1020 AR)
It feels like the season slipped through my fingers like water. So many weeks, months really, spent with my head down and singularly focused on preparations has resulted in gardens properly turned over and ready for winter, salves and other medicines stocked within the hospital, and ensuring that lthe tower here in the city is ready for winter. I also took some time to get back to Saikland for a much needed visit. While it was wonderful to see my nieces and nephews and other family members, and dig my hands into the dirt of our beloved vineyards, and be among my people to hear their concerns, I am glad to be back in the city in time for the year end celebrations.
Longest Night was spent at the Shrine of Lagoma, as much of it as I could around tending to some needs at the hospital. It was a bittersweet night, not being able to spend time with Mariska for her birthday. I know that she and her siblings are safe and healthy and likely enjoying themselves just fine at Eswynd Rock, but it still makes my heart ache to be apart from them for so long. It does seem that there will be some holiday diversions to aid in distracting me and lifting my spirit, though! General Kennex has set a lively event for later in the day. Perhaps I should organize something, too.
Longest Night was spent at the Shrine of Lagoma, as much of it as I could around tending to some needs at the hospital. It was a bittersweet night, not being able to spend time with Mariska for her birthday. I know that she and her siblings are safe and healthy and likely enjoying themselves just fine at Eswynd Rock, but it still makes my heart ache to be apart from them for so long. It does seem that there will be some holiday diversions to aid in distracting me and lifting my spirit, though! General Kennex has set a lively event for later in the day. Perhaps I should organize something, too.
Written By Lys
Oct. 9, 2023, 3:23 a.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
I dreamt of laughter in the halls again, and the clattering of feed running amongst them. But when I searched for the sounds there was nothing and no one. The house was still and silent... like it always is.
Written By Raven
Oct. 8, 2023, 10 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
I have returned to the city and it seems none too soon. A plan must be made to defend my city and Bella's family. I still remember the horrors of Bastion. How can we prepare?
Written By Cosimo
Oct. 8, 2023, 9:59 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
I suppose since I raised the banners I'd better do something with the army or they might get bored. Ought to be interesting.
Written By Jan
Oct. 8, 2023, 8:07 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
Pasquale thinks I am being a martyr to blame myself for the grave injury to the man I owe so much to. Maybe he's right but it was my idea and I lead the charge. Who else is there to blame?
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 8, 2023, 7:59 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
The blood moon is coming. I can feel it.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 8, 2023, 7:46 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
The air is cooler and I sit here feeling grateful that my family is around me.
Written By Kenjay
Oct. 8, 2023, 7:34 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
It is a strange thing, I find, when someone with whom I wished to make contact but who did not respond sends to me, out of the blue and some years later, calling me a kinsman. I find it hard to trust in such circumstances, as I think any man would.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 8, 2023, 6:54 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
My sister in law is officially voice for Ravenseye. Thank the Spirits, scholar! I know I talk lots, but I can only talk so much. I think she can keep better track of all the things. I mean, I WAS gone for awhile. Why you looking at me like that? Yeah, I'm going again for a bit. But for good REASON!
Written By Jan
Oct. 8, 2023, 6:20 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
My impatience to have a matter concluded has cost the lives of men and women who trusted me with their lives. My desire to have a matter concluded so that I could focus on the matters that menace the city has made me short sighted and my shit planning and impatience has nearly cost Kennex the life of it's sword and my dearest cousin. Even the weight of it, the way I burn to pay penance is selfish. I have failed my house, my soldiers, and my family.
Written By Raven
Oct. 8, 2023, 6:19 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
IT's good to be back in Arx though I always miss Setarco
Written By Nadir
Oct. 8, 2023, 5:57 p.m.(12/21/1020 AR)
Some years ago, in one of my first voyages on the open sea, a storm appeared before our ship. The crew together had lifetimes of experience, and the ship was well built to weather such storms. We stayed our course, unaware of the approaching danger.
As the stormclouds unfurled, the fury of the gathering storm finally became apparent. The winds whipped the vessel, and the waves grew taller and darker with each passing moment. If any of them slammed into our broadside, the ship would tip over and capsize. We had no choice but to point the ship into the waves, and dive straight into the storm.
Like a single squadron as it charges toward an opposing army, engulfed by superior numbers and assaulted from every side, yet miraculously endures, blessed with Gloria's favor as the enemy ranks surge forward, unable to break the resolve of the warriors with nothing to lose — so our ship crested wave after monstrous wave, vying against powers beyond our control or understanding. Finally the winds receded, the seas grew calm, the skies turned clear. We met Mangata's test, and we survived.
Though the crew's actions were unquestionably heroic, no glory could be won that day. Only life or death. We trusted the ship, and we trusted ourselves. It was our best and our only chance.
Thank you, scholar. May wisdom light our path.
As the stormclouds unfurled, the fury of the gathering storm finally became apparent. The winds whipped the vessel, and the waves grew taller and darker with each passing moment. If any of them slammed into our broadside, the ship would tip over and capsize. We had no choice but to point the ship into the waves, and dive straight into the storm.
Like a single squadron as it charges toward an opposing army, engulfed by superior numbers and assaulted from every side, yet miraculously endures, blessed with Gloria's favor as the enemy ranks surge forward, unable to break the resolve of the warriors with nothing to lose — so our ship crested wave after monstrous wave, vying against powers beyond our control or understanding. Finally the winds receded, the seas grew calm, the skies turned clear. We met Mangata's test, and we survived.
Though the crew's actions were unquestionably heroic, no glory could be won that day. Only life or death. We trusted the ship, and we trusted ourselves. It was our best and our only chance.
Thank you, scholar. May wisdom light our path.
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