Written By Aconite
Aug. 28, 2020, 2 a.m.(12/3/1013 AR)
I have been somewhat negligent of my journals these days. The cold is too biting and it draws my attention to pushing harder to ensuring that the refugees are settled and able to negotiate work, keep themselves warm and fed. Surely if I am enduring this insufferable chill this first winter out of Eurus must be taking its toll on them. I've offered to liason for several new projects in the city to attempt to provide more of Eurus' displaced people work.
I'm excited to see so many having found work in Tor and the Roseward. I have to do little. However, helping them learn the language and understand the culture has been a raging success. I have offered to keep myself open to contact incase anyone is mistreated.
I am so happy to work with people from where I was born. They are talented and skilled. Eager and hungry. Each one has endured much to make their lives here, to make it here alive. They want to make a life in the Compact, in Arvum. They want, like anyone else, to be able to truly live and my deepest wish is to give them all that chance. To advocate for them has been my complete pleasure.
So for the foreseeable future work will still keep me away, I'm afraid. My journals will suffer for it. But what are a few pages in comparison to the support of what benefits individual lives and the Compact itself.
I'm excited to see so many having found work in Tor and the Roseward. I have to do little. However, helping them learn the language and understand the culture has been a raging success. I have offered to keep myself open to contact incase anyone is mistreated.
I am so happy to work with people from where I was born. They are talented and skilled. Eager and hungry. Each one has endured much to make their lives here, to make it here alive. They want to make a life in the Compact, in Arvum. They want, like anyone else, to be able to truly live and my deepest wish is to give them all that chance. To advocate for them has been my complete pleasure.
So for the foreseeable future work will still keep me away, I'm afraid. My journals will suffer for it. But what are a few pages in comparison to the support of what benefits individual lives and the Compact itself.
Written By Sydney
Aug. 27, 2020, 10:35 p.m.(12/2/1013 AR)
Why is a book of fanciful nothings easier to read than knowledge which might actually amount to something?
I suppose for the same reason that we prefer to smoke when there is no cause for it, or drink whiskey instead of water. Still, I can't help but interrogate my reading list of late. I have tortuously labored through some brief folios about topics that should be of profound interest to me, but I find my concentration drifting to far-off tales of sellswords on quests to find long-lost holy relics, a man on each arm, and...
I am not advocating for this series. It's utter nonsense, but it's the sort of utter nonsense that I can curl up and keep myself warm with. The pages turn readily, and my mind drifts easily. The intimate scenes are written clumsily - the only time my bosom has heaved is after a long night of drinking - but I still keep turning the sharding pages as eagerly as going back for seconds at a dull party.
How utterly insipid, and how delightfully enjoyable.
I suppose for the same reason that we prefer to smoke when there is no cause for it, or drink whiskey instead of water. Still, I can't help but interrogate my reading list of late. I have tortuously labored through some brief folios about topics that should be of profound interest to me, but I find my concentration drifting to far-off tales of sellswords on quests to find long-lost holy relics, a man on each arm, and...
I am not advocating for this series. It's utter nonsense, but it's the sort of utter nonsense that I can curl up and keep myself warm with. The pages turn readily, and my mind drifts easily. The intimate scenes are written clumsily - the only time my bosom has heaved is after a long night of drinking - but I still keep turning the sharding pages as eagerly as going back for seconds at a dull party.
How utterly insipid, and how delightfully enjoyable.
Written By Neilda
Aug. 27, 2020, 10:09 p.m.(12/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
Congratulations, that's the first time I've ever read the word 'octopus' and recoiled.
Written By Aedric
Aug. 27, 2020, 9:29 p.m.(12/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Skye
Baroness. Niece. The future of our family. I pray that the affliction has forgotten you.
Written By Thea
Aug. 27, 2020, 6:46 p.m.(12/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
Today I took on Lady Medeia Saik as my protege. This will lead to many--amazing collaborations to come. She is a force to be reckoned with once she gets going. I'm more than certain I'll learn just as much from her as I hope she'll learn from me.
Written By Thea
Aug. 27, 2020, 6:41 p.m.(12/2/1013 AR)
Having gotten back from my brother's pilgrimage, I would like to say..I learned so much. From every stop(Where everyone was most welcoming), from every person that attended. We even went pearl-fishing off of Pearlspire. We ran into pirates. I mean, it was quite the adventure. Nothing like what I expected. I'm so honored to have sailed with these people. Even Ravna. Who spent his time not sober. I'm not sure how he did it. But he did it. Not falling overboard. Not even once. I came home with a new sense of peace. A sense of serenity that I feel I've been missing for quite sometime.
All in all, I learned what a strong force Mangata is. She is fierce and lovely, as well as peaceful. The sea as always should be respected and if you're not ready to respect her, keep your feet on land.
All in all, I learned what a strong force Mangata is. She is fierce and lovely, as well as peaceful. The sea as always should be respected and if you're not ready to respect her, keep your feet on land.
Written By Strozza
Aug. 27, 2020, 1:01 p.m.(12/2/1013 AR)
A curtain of mahogany formed fair
Notes of sweet earth turned to give forth
A flick that sings of a luxury not to share
But capable to set all others in jealous stare
Legends sung from south to north
The conqueror of Theron's ignoble hair.
Notes of sweet earth turned to give forth
A flick that sings of a luxury not to share
But capable to set all others in jealous stare
Legends sung from south to north
The conqueror of Theron's ignoble hair.
Written By Iseulet
Aug. 27, 2020, 11:40 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Taking care of these somewhat adorable parasites and the mother beast makes me realize just how much I want a family of my own. A child.
Written By Lucita
Aug. 27, 2020, 9:25 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Poor Micana, my assistant, seems to have writer's cramp or scribe's wrist from all the copying and work on notes and messages lately. I'll have to be more considerate and space some of that work out better for her. Maybe will put her to some research instead for a while.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 27, 2020, 7:46 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Nobody has ever gotten their freedom by appealing to the moral sense of the people who were oppressing them.
And there will always be oppression; that is why freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. Freedom does not pass to our children; it must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same. Should they fail, we shall spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like to live where men were free.
The people owe their freedom -- indeed, all the political rights and privileges they enjoy -- not to the good will of their governments, but to their own strength; and, for these reasons, one must always be prepared for war.
And there will always be oppression; that is why freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. Freedom does not pass to our children; it must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same. Should they fail, we shall spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like to live where men were free.
The people owe their freedom -- indeed, all the political rights and privileges they enjoy -- not to the good will of their governments, but to their own strength; and, for these reasons, one must always be prepared for war.
Written By Iseulet
Aug. 27, 2020, 7:10 a.m.(12/1/1013 AR)
Fine, I will admit it. Yes, Scholar, I had to buy new sheets today. The old ones were sticky.
It's not what you think, Scholar. Let me explain.
I thought it was a stray cat at first - maybe a little bit overweight and slightly malformed. It's nose was too big and its ears too small. Had maybe been in some kind of accident as its tail was missing all of its hair. Poor creature! I thought. But it was so darling, once you could get over the stench of... trash tuna? Yes distinctly tuna that had been left out in the garbage for days.
So I took it in, and then I cleaned it up. (No the smell didn't go away). It looked very morose actually, with its somehow big but beady eyes.
I retired to bed with my night cap and a good, steamy book about pastry and then it jumped up into bed with me with all the rest of the cats.
And then it rolled over for a tummy rub and idly I reached over to acquiesce, finding the fur stiff and wiry - slightly oily not unlike that of a hound, but on the stomach smooth and soft.
But then.
From a horrific yawning maw in its stomach I felt pour forth fleshy, wriggling, warm life forms. In my panic, my somewhat extravagant and eccentric imagination yielded to me pictures of octopus kittens and fuzzy snakes with clawed feet and nibbly sharp jowls. A pulpy, amorphous tentacled mass, unknowable and truly horrific - a caricature of the sleek and knowable form of a cat. Instinct with fearsome and unnatural malignancy It was not truly unfaithful to the spirit of the mass, as I would come to find out, as when I looked down and shrieked I would realize that in all of my doting affection I had adopted (or had been adopted by)... a possum.
I watched in horror by lantern light as the writhing, wriggling, corpulent mass took form and as I caught sight of each little snoot. 1... 2.... 3... I counted for what seemed like an hour, over and over as each little mouth, when I came close, would hiss and sometimes snap until they got the feel of me.
Twenty.
Twenty little baby possums had ventured forth from the maw and attached themselves parasitically to the creature's spine and head using their tiny claws to wind and twist and tangle their way into the hair of the mother-beast, clinging.
And that, scholar, is why I've had to buy new sheets. The old ones were sticky from the hot toddy I poured all over myself and my blankets during the shocking events.
It's not what you think, Scholar. Let me explain.
I thought it was a stray cat at first - maybe a little bit overweight and slightly malformed. It's nose was too big and its ears too small. Had maybe been in some kind of accident as its tail was missing all of its hair. Poor creature! I thought. But it was so darling, once you could get over the stench of... trash tuna? Yes distinctly tuna that had been left out in the garbage for days.
So I took it in, and then I cleaned it up. (No the smell didn't go away). It looked very morose actually, with its somehow big but beady eyes.
I retired to bed with my night cap and a good, steamy book about pastry and then it jumped up into bed with me with all the rest of the cats.
And then it rolled over for a tummy rub and idly I reached over to acquiesce, finding the fur stiff and wiry - slightly oily not unlike that of a hound, but on the stomach smooth and soft.
But then.
From a horrific yawning maw in its stomach I felt pour forth fleshy, wriggling, warm life forms. In my panic, my somewhat extravagant and eccentric imagination yielded to me pictures of octopus kittens and fuzzy snakes with clawed feet and nibbly sharp jowls. A pulpy, amorphous tentacled mass, unknowable and truly horrific - a caricature of the sleek and knowable form of a cat. Instinct with fearsome and unnatural malignancy It was not truly unfaithful to the spirit of the mass, as I would come to find out, as when I looked down and shrieked I would realize that in all of my doting affection I had adopted (or had been adopted by)... a possum.
I watched in horror by lantern light as the writhing, wriggling, corpulent mass took form and as I caught sight of each little snoot. 1... 2.... 3... I counted for what seemed like an hour, over and over as each little mouth, when I came close, would hiss and sometimes snap until they got the feel of me.
Twenty.
Twenty little baby possums had ventured forth from the maw and attached themselves parasitically to the creature's spine and head using their tiny claws to wind and twist and tangle their way into the hair of the mother-beast, clinging.
And that, scholar, is why I've had to buy new sheets. The old ones were sticky from the hot toddy I poured all over myself and my blankets during the shocking events.
Written By Ridley
Aug. 26, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Consumption's primary mechanism of transmission is presently unknown to us. Considering the elevated rates of infection in high-density clinics, it is not unreasonable to suppose that it spreads via the air. Perhaps related, there is emerging evidence to indicate symptoms spread quickly within family units and cramped worksites. We again witness correlation between cowded, unsanitary conditions and the prevalence of disease.
The classic presentation of respiratory impairment includes weight loss, chronic cough, and fever. Hemoptysis may be observed but is not itself criteria for diagnosis. Auscultation should be used to determine the extent of compromised tissue. Check lips and fingertips for cyanosis. Measure respirations and pulse.
Given the low probability of survival, especially in instances where the disease has infiltrated all lobes of the lungs, palliative treatment is advised. Collect from the patient names of loved ones or associates who might have been in close contact with them during the course of their illness. Ensure access to clean, crisp air and administer ether as appropriate to alleviate coughing fits and suffering.
The classic presentation of respiratory impairment includes weight loss, chronic cough, and fever. Hemoptysis may be observed but is not itself criteria for diagnosis. Auscultation should be used to determine the extent of compromised tissue. Check lips and fingertips for cyanosis. Measure respirations and pulse.
Given the low probability of survival, especially in instances where the disease has infiltrated all lobes of the lungs, palliative treatment is advised. Collect from the patient names of loved ones or associates who might have been in close contact with them during the course of their illness. Ensure access to clean, crisp air and administer ether as appropriate to alleviate coughing fits and suffering.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 26, 2020, 10:10 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
A slave owner is not a man but a master; by denying the humanity of his slaves he also abrogates his own humanity.
Written By Thea
Aug. 26, 2020, 7:13 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Before I took on my current commanding leadership of the Phoenix Brigade, I was commanding Southport's City Guard. I had started a project regarding the land defenses within the city. It was a lot of traveling back and forth, a lot of correspondences. Now however, I can finally say it's completed. I've seen it. It will give our enemies second thought of trying to enter our home. I'm grateful for all the help I received to get it finished!
Written By Aleksei
Aug. 26, 2020, 4:52 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Saedrus
I miss you.
Written By Strozza
Aug. 26, 2020, 12:20 p.m.(11/28/1013 AR)
Wisp of smoke that does not melt
Touch of whispers on flag stone
A rumble of gentle thunder felt
In shining gold eyes I am not alone.
Touch of whispers on flag stone
A rumble of gentle thunder felt
In shining gold eyes I am not alone.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 26, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(11/27/1013 AR)
I've taken on a student, of sorts. A friend's son who has an interest in herbs and healing; poor kid had to watch me do the bone-saw thing on a dockworker who had a crate crush his leg really nasty-like. Yeah, I'm taking him the gentler side of things as well, but if he's going to run with me he better get used to blood fast. I think he'll be fine. He's a tough kid.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 26, 2020, 12:38 a.m.(11/27/1013 AR)
Freedom without equality is a pretense, a fraud, and a lie.
Liberty that recognizes no restrictions other than those determined by the laws of our own individual nature, which cannot properly be regarded as restrictions since these laws are not imposed by any outside force, but are inherent, forming the very basis of our material, intellectual, and moral being. They do not limit us but are the real and immediate conditions of our freedom.
Even the most wretched individual of our present society could not exist and develop without the cumulative social efforts of countless generations. Thus the individual, his freedom and reason, are the products of society, and not vice versa. Society is not the product of individuals comprising it; the higher, the more fully the individual is developed, the greater his freedom.
Freedom therefore is the absolute right of every sentient being.
Liberty that recognizes no restrictions other than those determined by the laws of our own individual nature, which cannot properly be regarded as restrictions since these laws are not imposed by any outside force, but are inherent, forming the very basis of our material, intellectual, and moral being. They do not limit us but are the real and immediate conditions of our freedom.
Even the most wretched individual of our present society could not exist and develop without the cumulative social efforts of countless generations. Thus the individual, his freedom and reason, are the products of society, and not vice versa. Society is not the product of individuals comprising it; the higher, the more fully the individual is developed, the greater his freedom.
Freedom therefore is the absolute right of every sentient being.
Written By Sydney
Aug. 25, 2020, 9:56 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
Dream not of what you can change for yourself on the next turn of the wheel.
Everything you do in this turn, do it in full. There will always be regrets, but nothing stings more keenly than the opportunity not taken.
Everything you do in this turn, do it in full. There will always be regrets, but nothing stings more keenly than the opportunity not taken.
Written By Lucita
Aug. 25, 2020, 9:19 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
The giant skull in Southport Square made a nice little shelter from the gusts of autumn wind for a picnic. Conversation did rather echo a bit depending on where one sat or stood but few can claim having had a picnic in a more unusual spot.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.