Written By Cesare
June 13, 2021, 2:01 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)
Our aid mission to Tremorus was as successful as I believe it could have been, given the circumstances. It was painful to see such a proud and vibrant people struggling in the ruins of a city which was so clearly a beautiful and treasured jewel. It was painful to watch conflict between Arvani aid workers and native Arakkoans, two groups of people ostensibly on the same side, but with mutual displeasure about the circumstance which had brought them together. I did my best to smooth over the tensions - it became a matter of necessity when a terrible storm arose and we were forced to evacuate our makeshift shelter for a cavern further upmountain. In any case I believe I've gotten a better handle on what the Arakkoans - and by extension, the residents of the Saffron Chain in general - expect as part of the Compact, and what value they bring to us as a whole people working together. I'm sure some will balk at that statement, at the idea that these new vassals have expectations at all, but if our choice is to tighten our fists rather than extending open hands, opportunity, safety, and strength will only slip through our fingers, leaving us open to the tender mercies of foes who are all-too-ready to see us brought low. Better to bend a little than to break entirely. (Of course a Whisper would say that, you're thinking.)
I fear the city looked worse when we left than it did when we arrived. The storm destroyed a number of structures which were on the verge of collapse already. But at least the people have food, supplies, and medical aid. I'll return again, if asked. Perhaps with a sun hat.
As if that weren't enough, I've also been attending my usual roster of events in Arx on either side of that jaunt to the south. Lady Medeia's poetry event was a pleasure. Such erudite company! And she always has the best refreshments. My internal rhyme of the day: Saik wine, so divine. If I could, I'd drink it all the time. And of course Lady Medeia herself is always the most gracious of hostesses, and nobody even drowned. I also had the pleasure of providing musical entertainment at Mockingbird Evaristo Arterius' dance aboard his ship this past evening, which was a rollicking good time and left my fingers quite tired. Never have I seen guests (or host) so eager to prove me wrong that Setarcans have the fastest of feet. We do, but I wasn't able to cement my claim as I was busy playing, so Evaristo took that title for the evening, though Marquessa Demura Lyonesse certainly put up a very solid effort. Impressive!
A final note: I've found myself patronless. I am in no great hurry to secure another, and won't be placing a classified ad for that particular reason, but anyone who is interested in a rather lackadaisical protege with entirely too much on his plate and little to offer other than charming company and social connections may send a missive. I promise precisely nothing in return.
Written By Romulius
June 13, 2021, 12:26 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)
We have mastered the efficient construction and fielding of diverse, versatile fleets. We have proven our dominance at sea recently, and the evidence of our ability rests on the seafloor of the Bay of Pieros. The blessings of Jayus and Mangata are plenty on our ships, and our sailors manage the vessels expertly.
We are not perfect, however, and there are aspects of the craft in which other peoples in our world undeniably surpass our ability. We possess skilled hands and sharp minds, but the Compact falls behind in naval innovations, too often unwilling to break from the traditional methods to experiment with those of our neighbors or to boldly venture where others have not before.
We have fallen victim to this sort of complacency before, and we have always managed to correct it and strengthen our Compact. I have no doubt we will do the same in this arena, as well.
Written By Deva
June 13, 2021, 11:45 a.m.(8/25/1015 AR)
Written By Cristoph
June 13, 2021, 11:02 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)
Written By Viviana
June 13, 2021, 9:43 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)
Written By Claude
June 13, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)
In any event, swearing to never have a repeat performance I set out to stock the small pantry myself. I found myself in the shop of one Bonibel Barleycorn, an apothecary but more importantly a brewer. She introduced me to her latest creation, a summertime brandy called The Amber Smith's Reserve. Words penned here can never do it justice. It must be experienced to be believed.
Written By Giada
June 13, 2021, 8:52 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)
But consider this. A pinhole in the parchment is a source of light. Now, if the parchment is our perception of reality, our understanding of the Dream, what -is- the pinhole?
Every one of us is an aperture through which the Dream peeks. To honour this grace, there comes with it responsibilities, dues owed and paid with action.
Take stock. What is your place within the Dream? What does it cost you to be faithful? How much will you grow, stretch, mature?
Written By Margot
June 13, 2021, 2:42 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)
Written By Cambria
June 12, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Kiera
June 12, 2021, 9:48 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Rosalind
June 12, 2021, 9:34 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Kiera
June 12, 2021, 9:32 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Kiera
June 12, 2021, 9:20 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Haakon
June 12, 2021, 8:03 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Since it's against Law to treat with the Abandoned, I don't expect any good Arvani folk will be caught in the process. Still, if folk have smugglers they're fond of, best bid them steer well clear of the Lang Drager.
Written By Gael
June 12, 2021, 7:01 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Tonight a sellsword of mine, Friede, came sprinting into my tent while we were outside in the woods going through formations with the company, nearly taking out one of the stakes and bringing the whole damn thing down. Sweat flew off of her face and onto my maps, damage I'm still circumventing to avoid crumpling the vellum but, either way, it's a good thing she did. She explained that two of the hedge knights we've got on the Few's vanguard were about to kill each other; Dame Yvette and Sir Duncan.
Having the two largest people in the company do battle probably wasn't best for the health of, well, everyone. So I quickly rushed to the scene.
Sure enough, I found Duncan with a great sword in hand and Yvette twirling a giant axe around like a child would a stick. Most everyone cleared out from the would-be duel, and apparently, I came to learn only then that they had met in different sides of some conflict, and now looked to continue a battle long past. Golems of might and terror that they were, I decided it had to end. They weren't going to fight. Or kill each other, for that matter. Easier said than done.
Having seen enough, I ordered the spectating sellswords to intervene. They hesitated, but I quickly reminded them of their contractual duties. Then they went and grabbed great tarps of leather and blankets and some pots and pans and a few even carried pails along. Their strategy was oddly sound: buckets were slammed over the heads of both knight and dame as they tussled on the ground, blinding them just long enough to throw everything else over them. As a man would wrestle a bull, the sellswords tangled with the feuding idiots, occasionally one being thrown in the air, and one sellsword even ate a kick to the face, suffering a black-gapped smile for her troubles. Another was swallowed up in the mass of blankets, being smashed in between the growling killers like an amorphous blob of anger.
Eventually, the two warriors cooled down and begrudgingly made peace. The rest of the company who fought hard to separate them recovered, picking themselves up as though a great tornado had just torn through the camp. That was that.
What have I gotten myself into, Scholar?
Shard can't come back fast enough.
I'm not cut out for this.
Written By Aconite
June 12, 2021, 5:46 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Bonibel
June 12, 2021, 5:31 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Zakhar
June 12, 2021, 5:31 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Raimon
for which ever direction they might develop, whether for devotee or one seeking out what is beyond the view at hand.
Dancers are everywhere. They enjoy silks more than leathers.
Are you ready for a colorless world view? Or shall you paint what is provided?
Written By Kace
June 12, 2021, 4:15 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Written By Aelgar
June 12, 2021, 10:27 a.m.(8/22/1015 AR)
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