Written By Raja
April 19, 2020, 9:56 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
I never realized that we have so much in common. It's interesting what you learn from someone when you just sit down, shut up, and listen. I feel a connection with him now. It's nice knowing someone I can truly relate to.
Written By Miranda
April 19, 2020, 9:44 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaia
From the Journal of Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp to Lady Miranda Mazetti...
(In a block and precise script)
For a minute there, I thought I might have to sneak out of Arx and come up with a new identity...
Boy, I was lucky this time!
(In a block and precise script)
For a minute there, I thought I might have to sneak out of Arx and come up with a new identity...
Boy, I was lucky this time!
Written By Jael
April 19, 2020, 9:32 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
If anyone has information regarding a personage known as the Knight of Twilight Hymns, I would be interested in speaking with you.
Written By Domonico
April 19, 2020, 9:24 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
So Cyrto Major, the isle where Caer Morien stands, is abundant with lilies and cocoa tree groves. I'm not quite sure what benefit these will have at these present time.
Perhaps I will discover more as I settle into the role of Count Magnotta.
Perhaps I will discover more as I settle into the role of Count Magnotta.
Written By Tanith
April 19, 2020, 9:22 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Someone left pants up in the rafters. And a left shoe. Also I think this was a dress but it's been knotted up like a bag? It's got cookies in it. Also, where's my basket?
Written By Dianna
April 19, 2020, 8:56 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Strange dreams came to me, amidst none at all.
Who is speaking to me, I wonder; and what is it they wish for me to know?
Who is speaking to me, I wonder; and what is it they wish for me to know?
Written By Katryn
April 19, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Is there a proper cloak for all weather occasions? I have heard much said about the seasonality of clothes since I have come to the city of Arx, but never truly understood as such. There is certainly a seasonality to the linings under armor, but a cloak is a cloak!
I think I shall commission one like mine. Perhaps a silver horse?
I think I shall commission one like mine. Perhaps a silver horse?
Written By Appolonia
April 19, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Oh! I also had some new boots made, for travelling. I asked they use nails of steel, since I suspect I shall predecease these boots.
Written By Appolonia
April 19, 2020, 8:45 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
I have begun doing some simple experimentations in alchemy lately, to satisfy my curiosity on the particles of matter, and because I have no better occupation when it is so dreadfully cold out.
I look outside of my window and I look back at these glass bowls and I wonder, sometimes. When the particles are put into a particular fluid they will often sit and then they will gradually reduce in their visible size. They will, with the aid of fire or manual stirring, dissolve and disappear from view. When this happens, the fluid has changed. A simple example, O Posterity, would be to take some refined sugar and stir it into boiling water.
My thoughts turn outwards, when I do this, betimes. I see people speak with heat and passion. Sometimes I try to bring my custom to a shop and am gently informed that I am not welcome. I am in other cases reminded of injustices and imbalances in the nature of other events. In yet others, I am shown increase; and in others, death and decay.
At times I wonder, and I suppose I write this to nobody in particular.
A tree may live a thousand years, and there are great tortoises in the islands that are said to have lives far beyond those of man (though perhaps not of elf). Other creatures may have similar spans of life; though I do not know what sort.
Are there eyes to whom we are but particles of life, vivid specks of blood, dissolving in oil of vitriol? Are there hands that mind the crucible's flame, or draw the glass rod round? When I dissolve the powdered stone in the aqua regia, what would the fragments experience? Would it be horror, for them? A holy apotheosis?
Or would the stone perceive it as the nature of things?
I look outside of my window and I look back at these glass bowls and I wonder, sometimes. When the particles are put into a particular fluid they will often sit and then they will gradually reduce in their visible size. They will, with the aid of fire or manual stirring, dissolve and disappear from view. When this happens, the fluid has changed. A simple example, O Posterity, would be to take some refined sugar and stir it into boiling water.
My thoughts turn outwards, when I do this, betimes. I see people speak with heat and passion. Sometimes I try to bring my custom to a shop and am gently informed that I am not welcome. I am in other cases reminded of injustices and imbalances in the nature of other events. In yet others, I am shown increase; and in others, death and decay.
At times I wonder, and I suppose I write this to nobody in particular.
A tree may live a thousand years, and there are great tortoises in the islands that are said to have lives far beyond those of man (though perhaps not of elf). Other creatures may have similar spans of life; though I do not know what sort.
Are there eyes to whom we are but particles of life, vivid specks of blood, dissolving in oil of vitriol? Are there hands that mind the crucible's flame, or draw the glass rod round? When I dissolve the powdered stone in the aqua regia, what would the fragments experience? Would it be horror, for them? A holy apotheosis?
Or would the stone perceive it as the nature of things?
Written By Bianca
April 19, 2020, 8:40 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
I often wonder how many people have questions that go unasked because they are worried they might be perceived as foolish, or worse still. Certainly there is a time and a place for certain questions, and questions asked at the wrong place or wrong time can have unpleasant results.
But I lament all those questions that have gone unvoiced, all the same. Our system, our society, even our faith, only improves upon itself when there are those willing to question the way things are done. Our knowledge only grows when we question how a thing happens.
We only grow as people when we have the courage to reflect and question our behaviors.
Change that comes unbidden is a more rare thing than people might think. Events can occur to force it on a grand scale, but we only truly change when we allow ourselves to. When we pursue it, relentlessly.
Tinder needs a spark, or else it's simply tinder.
But I lament all those questions that have gone unvoiced, all the same. Our system, our society, even our faith, only improves upon itself when there are those willing to question the way things are done. Our knowledge only grows when we question how a thing happens.
We only grow as people when we have the courage to reflect and question our behaviors.
Change that comes unbidden is a more rare thing than people might think. Events can occur to force it on a grand scale, but we only truly change when we allow ourselves to. When we pursue it, relentlessly.
Tinder needs a spark, or else it's simply tinder.
Written By Philippe
April 19, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
One of the kindnesses of growing old is seeing children grow into the adults you always hoped they would be. It was a pleasure to see the Duke the other day. Sometimes we must be reminded that our long marches do pay benefits we may live to see.
Written By Korka
April 19, 2020, 8:26 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Sometimes it surprises me how disappointing people can be.
Not often, since I expect it, but sometimes.
Not often, since I expect it, but sometimes.
Written By Lucita
April 19, 2020, 8:15 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
Strong and enduring. You'll get through this, too.
Written By Tanith
April 19, 2020, 7:48 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
WE HAD A PARTY. YES. Party.
where is my-
where is my-
Written By Valencia
April 19, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Sometimes I dream of past things. What could-have-beens. Dreams of what I deeply wanted with all my heart, now lost. Or those who held my heart and now are gone from my life.
These dreams seem so perfect when I wake. All the ills and scars rubbed smooth by time and faded memories. But with the cold light of day the fissures and fractures are brought into sharper focus and burn my dreamy fancies away.
Will I still yearn and dream? Will I still hope? Yes, I am believe I remain human and have a heart. I want to believe in miracles and hope.
And, should it come to pass that new life is found in barren ground, well, I shall feel blessed and kiss my luck full on the face for such a beautiful gift. But I don't wish to hold breath as the waters of grief to rise up and wash over me while I wait for what could-have-beens. For that is how you drown and I have so much more life to partake in.
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These dreams seem so perfect when I wake. All the ills and scars rubbed smooth by time and faded memories. But with the cold light of day the fissures and fractures are brought into sharper focus and burn my dreamy fancies away.
Will I still yearn and dream? Will I still hope? Yes, I am believe I remain human and have a heart. I want to believe in miracles and hope.
And, should it come to pass that new life is found in barren ground, well, I shall feel blessed and kiss my luck full on the face for such a beautiful gift. But I don't wish to hold breath as the waters of grief to rise up and wash over me while I wait for what could-have-beens. For that is how you drown and I have so much more life to partake in.
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Written By Shae
April 19, 2020, 7:15 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
I'm thankful to have Kedehern as my friend and husband, and for his unfailing support. That he is my partner to walk along side me.
Written By Shae
April 19, 2020, 7:12 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
It's frustrating to think that you thought you were on the right path, and to find out you were wrong the whole time. I can't change that, all I can do is to find a new way, or a new path forward.
Written By Shae
April 19, 2020, 7:10 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
It seems the constant morning sickness has finally passed. The baby seems to be very active though, I think that is a good sign. We just passed six months not long ago.
Written By Sorrel
April 19, 2020, 6:59 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
It seems like a popular day to write white journals. The archives are quite full of people eagerly recording their lives and times.
As to me, it's been a week of strange but hopeful dreams. I am eager to see what comes of all the things that we have been slowly working on over time.
What an exciting time to be alive!
As to me, it's been a week of strange but hopeful dreams. I am eager to see what comes of all the things that we have been slowly working on over time.
What an exciting time to be alive!
Written By Sydney
April 19, 2020, 6:53 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Markers of a successful party:
I got a ring, kissed by the bride, kissed the groom, did an obstacle course, got absolutely trashed, accused Korka of being a Shadow, then ran out to retch, and then came back in and drank more.
...I don't remember much else.
It was amazing.
I got a ring, kissed by the bride, kissed the groom, did an obstacle course, got absolutely trashed, accused Korka of being a Shadow, then ran out to retch, and then came back in and drank more.
...I don't remember much else.
It was amazing.
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