Written By Niklas
May 26, 2020, 8:50 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
There is considerable drama and even humor to be had in a tale of love and affairs. I myself have written a play containing such. The humorous aspect melts away, however, when an oath is involved. Make no mistake, to joke, or to casually make insults, about the extramarital activities of someone who has taken an oath of fidelity is to call them an oathbreaker. There is no temperament so genial or jolly as to take such a suggestion lightly.
Written By Gwenna
May 26, 2020, 7:42 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
I can not recommend contracting with the Whisper House enough, for a variety of reasons. Sister Juniper, while still a Whisper, was instrumental in calming quite a storm that erupted some years ago. Some time after that, Radiant Bliss noted that she and Princess Elgana had offered, on a few occasions, a contract for House Redrain, which had not yet been taken up. I readily reviewed and agreed to it so that every member of our family might have the insight, advice, and skilled tutelage that the Whisper House has to offer. Were that not all enough, the reception for the wedding between Lorenzo and I was held there; truly, it was a breathtaking affair, even if I might seemed inclined to bias. It is an investment and relationship that I am very glad for and sincerely endorse. As well, I am reminded that perhaps I need a few refreshers myself in some things - one can never stop learning.
Written By Sydney
May 26, 2020, 7:23 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Now that I've sobered up:
I'm filled with remorse. I should very much like to have fought in this historic series of challenges. I suppose I'm thrilled enough to have been included, however briefly, in this peculiar event.
...That the takeaway is 'You challenged a commoner', however, is proof enough that even when this whirlpool diminishes, we'll be left with the same problems, should nothing change. Something must change.
I'm filled with remorse. I should very much like to have fought in this historic series of challenges. I suppose I'm thrilled enough to have been included, however briefly, in this peculiar event.
...That the takeaway is 'You challenged a commoner', however, is proof enough that even when this whirlpool diminishes, we'll be left with the same problems, should nothing change. Something must change.
Written By Malcolm
May 26, 2020, 5:02 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Yeah, Scholar, back again. Trying to keep to my self-made promise to keep up in my Journal more.
Got caught in a bit of rain, yesterday - today - or some other day before that I can't remember. Was on the way out of the woods with the dogs. We were just walking, you know, and I was following a game trail in the odd chance that I'd let Lump tree a critter. Perhaps search one out in a burrow. He's all low, see, and he's got a grasshopper's view of the world. Paired with that nose of his, yes, he is keen to chase. Honestly - more a hunter than Gal and Goof. Nah, Graypeak's shepherd are different. They're fierce, but only when they're set to task, and they'll protect the flocks better than any person ever could. I run them through their own exercises, and they like the ambling just fine.
Oh -- yeah. I did mention the rain, didn't I? This isn't about the rain.
It's about Lump.
Once, see, this little long sausage was the lapdog of a silk -- as a pup, see, when he was smaller and the runty boy of his litter. The lady was set on nursing this little fellow back to health, and the lord was one that wanted to see that the pup was going to thrive on its own. They spent time with the healers, the animal folk, and they took all their advice and continue to worry and fawn over their little pet. (Listen, anyone that doesn't worry about their animals is a person that I don't want to know.) So, you know, in the morning the Lady goes to check on the pup. Startled, she calls out for her counterpart that comes running -- and he breathes a sigh of relief while the lady's got tears in her eyes.
They made a proclamation, I heard, later that day:
"Noble Sausage Stands for the First Time; Lord and Lady Ebullient -- But Tired.
Swear it's true, Scholar.
Got caught in a bit of rain, yesterday - today - or some other day before that I can't remember. Was on the way out of the woods with the dogs. We were just walking, you know, and I was following a game trail in the odd chance that I'd let Lump tree a critter. Perhaps search one out in a burrow. He's all low, see, and he's got a grasshopper's view of the world. Paired with that nose of his, yes, he is keen to chase. Honestly - more a hunter than Gal and Goof. Nah, Graypeak's shepherd are different. They're fierce, but only when they're set to task, and they'll protect the flocks better than any person ever could. I run them through their own exercises, and they like the ambling just fine.
Oh -- yeah. I did mention the rain, didn't I? This isn't about the rain.
It's about Lump.
Once, see, this little long sausage was the lapdog of a silk -- as a pup, see, when he was smaller and the runty boy of his litter. The lady was set on nursing this little fellow back to health, and the lord was one that wanted to see that the pup was going to thrive on its own. They spent time with the healers, the animal folk, and they took all their advice and continue to worry and fawn over their little pet. (Listen, anyone that doesn't worry about their animals is a person that I don't want to know.) So, you know, in the morning the Lady goes to check on the pup. Startled, she calls out for her counterpart that comes running -- and he breathes a sigh of relief while the lady's got tears in her eyes.
They made a proclamation, I heard, later that day:
"Noble Sausage Stands for the First Time; Lord and Lady Ebullient -- But Tired.
Swear it's true, Scholar.
Written By Sirius
May 26, 2020, 4:51 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dycard
While at first glance one may believe the Lord of Blackshore to be not unlike the average swashbuckler, tis' but a guise;
In truth, there in the miasma of rum surrounding him belies a learned man, of robust moral integrity and strong imperative for what is right and is wrong. More importantly, his fascination for boats and drinks and things tells he's too aware of the something-somethings that make the usually stale everydays here in the Capitol much more easily dealt with.
Here's to his success in finally acquiring himself that caravel,
If not, I'm sure he'll happen upon some other dinghy worthy of a flagship.
In truth, there in the miasma of rum surrounding him belies a learned man, of robust moral integrity and strong imperative for what is right and is wrong. More importantly, his fascination for boats and drinks and things tells he's too aware of the something-somethings that make the usually stale everydays here in the Capitol much more easily dealt with.
Here's to his success in finally acquiring himself that caravel,
If not, I'm sure he'll happen upon some other dinghy worthy of a flagship.
Written By Sirius
May 26, 2020, 4:44 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Good writing to you again scholar,
It's Sirius,
I met a monk on the roads and with him was a donkey-pulled cart, the poor draught animal with his head carried low in mute exhaustion. Broomstraw and virid moss were strung up one side of said cart, both twisting eagerly in the very winds that dried them, and some pots and pans clattered like rustic windchimes as the modest wares came to a bumbling stop before our marching company.
He had this barrel tottering on the edge of the cart's bed and a couple of bees swaying to keep up with it, poking and prodding at its cracks with thirsty curiosity.
He lifted his wool hat up out of his face but, funnily enough, the lips folded back down over his eyes when he did as he approached us, personally. He decided to take it off altogether and passed a sleeve across his brow while looking jolly and undisturbed to the veritable living armory that there stood before him.
Then, wishing us all a good evening, the 'brewrudite' then offered all there a drink for a paltry sum, voicing that he wasn't making anything by selling it in the Capitol. Gave us a story about his business and the stall he ran, and how things were nice and easy before the water turned on man. He seems to have a running theory about how the ocean's plotting to reclaim all of Arvum, washing away the stink of man with it.
Whatever the abyssopelagic depths have in store for us, I doubt it's something he knows anything about. Either way, we all had our honeyed mead and moved on.
Strange man, he was.
It's Sirius,
I met a monk on the roads and with him was a donkey-pulled cart, the poor draught animal with his head carried low in mute exhaustion. Broomstraw and virid moss were strung up one side of said cart, both twisting eagerly in the very winds that dried them, and some pots and pans clattered like rustic windchimes as the modest wares came to a bumbling stop before our marching company.
He had this barrel tottering on the edge of the cart's bed and a couple of bees swaying to keep up with it, poking and prodding at its cracks with thirsty curiosity.
He lifted his wool hat up out of his face but, funnily enough, the lips folded back down over his eyes when he did as he approached us, personally. He decided to take it off altogether and passed a sleeve across his brow while looking jolly and undisturbed to the veritable living armory that there stood before him.
Then, wishing us all a good evening, the 'brewrudite' then offered all there a drink for a paltry sum, voicing that he wasn't making anything by selling it in the Capitol. Gave us a story about his business and the stall he ran, and how things were nice and easy before the water turned on man. He seems to have a running theory about how the ocean's plotting to reclaim all of Arvum, washing away the stink of man with it.
Whatever the abyssopelagic depths have in store for us, I doubt it's something he knows anything about. Either way, we all had our honeyed mead and moved on.
Strange man, he was.
Written By Aureth
May 26, 2020, 4:29 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Disapproval is not a changeless thing, to be borne as a silent burden, helpless, powerless. When expressed, it is in hopes that those frowned upon will choose to correct their behavior for the better. If it were addressed to some immutable quality, it would not be disapproval at all, but something crueler.
We do not disapprove what cannot be corrected. Rather, we offer correction in hopes that the people will accept guidance, grow, and change.
We do not disapprove what cannot be corrected. Rather, we offer correction in hopes that the people will accept guidance, grow, and change.
Written By Tanith
May 26, 2020, 3:27 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
A strange day.
A -wonderful- day. But a strange day nonetheless.
Yes, scholar; that was the King's messenger. No, I'm not going to stand up, my knees are still untrustworthy; that was -not- what I was expecting the letter to say.
What a very, very strange day.
A -wonderful- day. But a strange day nonetheless.
Yes, scholar; that was the King's messenger. No, I'm not going to stand up, my knees are still untrustworthy; that was -not- what I was expecting the letter to say.
What a very, very strange day.
Written By Ravna
May 26, 2020, 3:25 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
S'what? Oh,
Written By Jael
May 26, 2020, 3:06 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
Gods, no. Well, in some ways yes but...no.
Imagine if we could harness that power and take it to the battlefield.
Imagine if we could harness that power and take it to the battlefield.
Written By Selene
May 26, 2020, 2:15 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Moments when we stare at a goal, and it seems as remote as the moon. I could not name a path to take me there to touch it, and reaching the reflection in this pool was equally hopeless.
Then in the stroke of a pen, the turn of a word, the image falters. The illusion falls. Truth stands at my feet with a calm smile and confidence that swept me up.
O! How grateful I am for those insights brought by the Thirteenth!
Then in the stroke of a pen, the turn of a word, the image falters. The illusion falls. Truth stands at my feet with a calm smile and confidence that swept me up.
O! How grateful I am for those insights brought by the Thirteenth!
Written By Tyrus
May 26, 2020, 1:13 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
This is reminding me that I should reach out to the Whispers for tutoring. Just because I'm not the worst of the lot doesn't mean there isn't ground for improvement.
Written By Drake
May 26, 2020, 12:55 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Theophania
I appreciate the well-wishes from those who came out to see the duel!
If you feel you missed an opportunity to be properly raucous, perhaps we can do so at a later time.
I'm given to understand that the mercantile folk could use some general cheering-up in these times.
If you feel you missed an opportunity to be properly raucous, perhaps we can do so at a later time.
I'm given to understand that the mercantile folk could use some general cheering-up in these times.
Written By Eirene
May 26, 2020, 12:31 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
One of the few people I know who can curse as creatively as I can, if not better than me. We served together in a recent engagement and he's a crazy mother fucker; I have to admire that even if it will mean he ends up in my care often.
Written By Mirari
May 26, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Thank you for that marvelous birthday present, Prima Shard. I had quite an entertaining evening!
Written By Eirene
May 26, 2020, 10:50 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
If I can impart one bit of wisdom on my children it's this: Never get into a fight in the Whites or Proclaim your annoyances for the world to see. Carry your opinions close. Black Journals are great for those kinds of airing of grievances.
Written By Cassandra
May 26, 2020, 10:44 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
A close friend of mine has told me that I don't drink enough. That maybe I would be a touch more relaxed if I did.
Sometimes, I think she has a point.
And if one more Templar knocks on my door to give a continuation of some pointless bickering, I am going to seriously consider going to the Archives to look over the guidelines for how duels operate and maybe rewriting them to limit the amount of appropriate replies.
Sometimes, I think she has a point.
And if one more Templar knocks on my door to give a continuation of some pointless bickering, I am going to seriously consider going to the Archives to look over the guidelines for how duels operate and maybe rewriting them to limit the amount of appropriate replies.
Written By Strozza
May 26, 2020, 9:46 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
The moonlight shows you for what is real
Silver lines and motes swirl as smoke
A shawl of gossamer that resolves to dew
It sends mind to tumbling and then to reel
The rising sun's face is shown as you
And requested only is from the dream not be awoke.
Silver lines and motes swirl as smoke
A shawl of gossamer that resolves to dew
It sends mind to tumbling and then to reel
The rising sun's face is shown as you
And requested only is from the dream not be awoke.
Written By Azova
May 26, 2020, 9:43 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
I've had several people ask me how I'm feeling after being injured in a pirate chase, which is very thoughtful. I'm healing nicely, thank you. But the whole sexy pirate fantasy involving a mast and ropes has completely lost its appeal I'm afraid.
Written By Piccola
May 26, 2020, 9:11 a.m.(5/11/1013 AR)
It never changes.
No matter how splendid or prosperous, a city will always have children who suffer. You can try your hardest to make sure that stone does not set in their heart, but it is an inevitability. They will always bear the brunt of the sins of their parents.
Maybe I can do something this time.
What can I do? Will my cousin let me play the poor knight whilst she plots and gambles for our House's future? In this storm of tiaras and talk, what place is there in a court for a sellsword?
I think I will never understand her decision.
No matter how splendid or prosperous, a city will always have children who suffer. You can try your hardest to make sure that stone does not set in their heart, but it is an inevitability. They will always bear the brunt of the sins of their parents.
Maybe I can do something this time.
What can I do? Will my cousin let me play the poor knight whilst she plots and gambles for our House's future? In this storm of tiaras and talk, what place is there in a court for a sellsword?
I think I will never understand her decision.
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