Written By Dio
April 17, 2020, 1:44 p.m.(2/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
Some people deny the power of beauty, influence and allure in favor of raw force. Some people are fools.
Written By Svana
April 17, 2020, 12:55 p.m.(2/17/1013 AR)
My husband and I finally officially celebrated our wedding with our friends and family. To those who will read this, I do thank you for showing up. It was a better night than I could have predicted. I had the most fun I've had in some time - and without you all there helping to celebrate, it wouldn't have been the same.
I met a few new faces, and was humbled by some of those who showed up. Lady Mikani and Lord Rysen have been far too generous to us in gifting us a house, as well as presenting me with a gorgeous pair of star iron earrings with a Northern triskelion design - and a beautiful ring for Jules.
To hear so many people say that Jules has picked correctly in me gives me a great source of pride, but also scares me. It is clear to me at least that there are many who love Jules, and if I should hurt him, I will get my ass beat. Vice versa for him, I should expect. There are far too many who are kind in saying that I have been the best thing he has brought to House Crovane though; I have not yet begun to prove my worth to the House. Let me do that first, then you decide.
New beginnings. Always new beginnings.
I met a few new faces, and was humbled by some of those who showed up. Lady Mikani and Lord Rysen have been far too generous to us in gifting us a house, as well as presenting me with a gorgeous pair of star iron earrings with a Northern triskelion design - and a beautiful ring for Jules.
To hear so many people say that Jules has picked correctly in me gives me a great source of pride, but also scares me. It is clear to me at least that there are many who love Jules, and if I should hurt him, I will get my ass beat. Vice versa for him, I should expect. There are far too many who are kind in saying that I have been the best thing he has brought to House Crovane though; I have not yet begun to prove my worth to the House. Let me do that first, then you decide.
New beginnings. Always new beginnings.
Written By Drifa
April 17, 2020, 11:55 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)
This city is large, I think I liked the ship better. Good thing we are sailing out again soon.
Written By Sydney
April 17, 2020, 11:48 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)
Until yesterday, I had no idea that I had been so desperately craving cake.
I was torn away by an urgent matter, and I didn't even get to finish it. Stalking a certain aspiring baker until she relinquishes another cake or the recipe to it seems as though it's in my future. I wonder if I'm any good at baking. I'm a damned fine cook as long as the dish is simple, but hell if I know about anything that has to do with flour.
I was torn away by an urgent matter, and I didn't even get to finish it. Stalking a certain aspiring baker until she relinquishes another cake or the recipe to it seems as though it's in my future. I wonder if I'm any good at baking. I'm a damned fine cook as long as the dish is simple, but hell if I know about anything that has to do with flour.
Written By Tanith
April 17, 2020, 11:18 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)
Up all night making cookies and I think I've run out of sanity. Or energy. Both? I definitely have enough flour and fuel. I am laughing at myself about it all, though, fussing over details like this. Food's next but maybe I ought to sleep first. You lose time creating, my mother always said so, when you're inspired. I can't tell if I'm actually inspired or just over-fussing.
Written By Thea
April 17, 2020, 8:51 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
Congratulations to my brother on his newest title. Love you, brother!
Side note-I can't wait to set up my summer home there. And all the cocoa sent to me in the mean time will be awfully nice too!
Side note-I can't wait to set up my summer home there. And all the cocoa sent to me in the mean time will be awfully nice too!
Written By Cambria
April 17, 2020, 1:13 a.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
There are people who submerge themselves in surfaces, and drown in mirror-reflections.
Written By Aedric
April 16, 2020, 11:47 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
Channelization of the lesser streams of the southern Oathlands into a functional riverbed shall require a substantial supply of labor. Once initiated, however, I estimate that the project will produce considerable economic activity. I doubt we can of dig deep enough to permit the passage of a seafaring vessel, but a medium longship would certainly have no difficulty navigating the the narrower and shallower passages.
It is easier to ship grain and livestock by river than it is to haul by wagon. Acess to a steady supply of freshwater would enable expansion of farmland and fisheries.
I intend to return to the forest with a surveying team and begin drafting an order of construction once this business here has concluded.
Note: will require permissions crom Lord Clement.
It is easier to ship grain and livestock by river than it is to haul by wagon. Acess to a steady supply of freshwater would enable expansion of farmland and fisheries.
I intend to return to the forest with a surveying team and begin drafting an order of construction once this business here has concluded.
Note: will require permissions crom Lord Clement.
Written By Sunaia
April 16, 2020, 11:43 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
"Things spin ever onward, and though we are mired down by the grief which has paralyzed our hearts and stopped our minds from being able to find solutions, even so the world goes on. The darkness approaches, and like nightfall, it will not be delayed or deterred..we must find the flames with which to drive it back before it arrives.
I don't know the path I should take. I don't know what it is the gods would have of me or what it is that I should do. Each thread that i pull just leaves me with more questions than I had before, each path I follow leads to less understanding rather than more.
I need to find someone who can explain, who understands. But there is no one. And I fear that, there is no way I can find either the strength or knowledge necessary before the time is upon us."
- Killian Ashford, Paladin of Ideals
1/1/1006 AR
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My dearest brother,
Would that I could reach out now, into the past, and reassure you.
Would that I could reach around and hug you, as I did when I was young, and you would smile down at me - and I'd feel like all the world was amazing when I looked into your face, so similar to mine.
Would that I could reach out from this time and tell you just how amazing you are, to tell you of all of what the gods - or you - had in store for you; the people who would love you and speak of you for long years afterwards; the statue that was placed in the Hall of Heroes depicting you. (They didn't get your smile, of course. And someone forgot to tell them that you laughed so often, that you joked with the best of them.)
I wonder what you'd think if you knew that so many people look up to you - and not just because you're now a statue that stands far taller than you did. (You'd have to look up to yourself, now. That would be appropriate, don't you think?)
I've always looked up to you, of course. Even while you were away with the Bislands. Of course, I had an excellent excuse to visit, thanks to Kaia.
Still, it's incredibly reassuring in a strange kind of way that you wrote the entry I've had quoted above not quite two years before you did the very thing *you chose* to do - the very thing that ended in so many people looking up to you in very literal and figurative ways. It wasn't the gods who made the choice for you, even if The Sentinel may have asked it of you. (Did it ask you? I can't help but wonder what its voice sounds like.)
It's reassuring that you were so confused, felt such an urgent need to understand - and yet, such confusion and lack of understanding was never again mentioned in your journals. You write so confidently of so many things. You write so beautifully - and clearly.
So, I can only think that you found what you were looking for, Killian - whether you knew it or not. I hope you knew, when you returned to the Queen of Endings, that what you did was so exceptional. I hope you knew that it was the right thing to do; that you had made the right choices.
And, if I could let you know now (though I'm told repeatedly that I should let you go and not wish so much to speak with you) how much your words mean to ME - your baby sister - and how much your choices have left an impression on my mind and heart and SOUL, such that I feel I can pursue the answers to my own questions, to my own confusion, to my own lack of understanding without faltering in the fear of the worst-possible -- I would. I would do it, just to show you that these bonds we hold, that we've created in this life will hold, life-to-life.
We love you, Killian.
I love you, Killian - for still and always being my favorite brother, and the man I look up to most, with or without the statue in the Hall of Heroes.
I don't know the path I should take. I don't know what it is the gods would have of me or what it is that I should do. Each thread that i pull just leaves me with more questions than I had before, each path I follow leads to less understanding rather than more.
I need to find someone who can explain, who understands. But there is no one. And I fear that, there is no way I can find either the strength or knowledge necessary before the time is upon us."
- Killian Ashford, Paladin of Ideals
1/1/1006 AR
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My dearest brother,
Would that I could reach out now, into the past, and reassure you.
Would that I could reach around and hug you, as I did when I was young, and you would smile down at me - and I'd feel like all the world was amazing when I looked into your face, so similar to mine.
Would that I could reach out from this time and tell you just how amazing you are, to tell you of all of what the gods - or you - had in store for you; the people who would love you and speak of you for long years afterwards; the statue that was placed in the Hall of Heroes depicting you. (They didn't get your smile, of course. And someone forgot to tell them that you laughed so often, that you joked with the best of them.)
I wonder what you'd think if you knew that so many people look up to you - and not just because you're now a statue that stands far taller than you did. (You'd have to look up to yourself, now. That would be appropriate, don't you think?)
I've always looked up to you, of course. Even while you were away with the Bislands. Of course, I had an excellent excuse to visit, thanks to Kaia.
Still, it's incredibly reassuring in a strange kind of way that you wrote the entry I've had quoted above not quite two years before you did the very thing *you chose* to do - the very thing that ended in so many people looking up to you in very literal and figurative ways. It wasn't the gods who made the choice for you, even if The Sentinel may have asked it of you. (Did it ask you? I can't help but wonder what its voice sounds like.)
It's reassuring that you were so confused, felt such an urgent need to understand - and yet, such confusion and lack of understanding was never again mentioned in your journals. You write so confidently of so many things. You write so beautifully - and clearly.
So, I can only think that you found what you were looking for, Killian - whether you knew it or not. I hope you knew, when you returned to the Queen of Endings, that what you did was so exceptional. I hope you knew that it was the right thing to do; that you had made the right choices.
And, if I could let you know now (though I'm told repeatedly that I should let you go and not wish so much to speak with you) how much your words mean to ME - your baby sister - and how much your choices have left an impression on my mind and heart and SOUL, such that I feel I can pursue the answers to my own questions, to my own confusion, to my own lack of understanding without faltering in the fear of the worst-possible -- I would. I would do it, just to show you that these bonds we hold, that we've created in this life will hold, life-to-life.
We love you, Killian.
I love you, Killian - for still and always being my favorite brother, and the man I look up to most, with or without the statue in the Hall of Heroes.
Written By Tanith
April 16, 2020, 8:43 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
I have no idea where I put my gloves. Or my scarf.
Written By Miranda
April 16, 2020, 4:10 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
Congratulations, Cousin!
I expect an invitation to come visit and use your new shiny title often!
I expect fresh cocoa every season!
I expect an invitation to come visit and use your new shiny title often!
I expect fresh cocoa every season!
Written By Revell
April 16, 2020, 3:06 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
Hi Scholar,
I know I've been very open about my distaste for charity in the past - though, it is not so much charity that I don't like, it's the feeling of being useless or pitied that often comes with it, and the thoughtlessness behind the charity itself more often than not.
I've realized that no, it's not charity I dislike - I love it, in fact - I just prefer it to come in a very specific packaging. I enjoy seeing a member of the Peerage do their part by getting their hands dirty in the Lowers. I like that the lovely Baroness Skye volunteers in the Commons Clinic, and as terrifying I may find her, I love how Lady Lucene handles the orphans of the Tragedy. I find that those actions are worth so much more than a handful of silver.
Likewise, I've come to realize that I enjoy giving people gifts. Things that they need, or things that they want dearly. Something personal, something that is going to have a sentimental value attached to it, something created by my own hand.
Of course, Scholar, this is not me advocating for fewer donations to the Faith or any other charity organization. It has its place, it's important, and it /definitely/ makes a change. This is merely me airing my love of a personal touch on a much smaller scale, is all.
I know I've been very open about my distaste for charity in the past - though, it is not so much charity that I don't like, it's the feeling of being useless or pitied that often comes with it, and the thoughtlessness behind the charity itself more often than not.
I've realized that no, it's not charity I dislike - I love it, in fact - I just prefer it to come in a very specific packaging. I enjoy seeing a member of the Peerage do their part by getting their hands dirty in the Lowers. I like that the lovely Baroness Skye volunteers in the Commons Clinic, and as terrifying I may find her, I love how Lady Lucene handles the orphans of the Tragedy. I find that those actions are worth so much more than a handful of silver.
Likewise, I've come to realize that I enjoy giving people gifts. Things that they need, or things that they want dearly. Something personal, something that is going to have a sentimental value attached to it, something created by my own hand.
Of course, Scholar, this is not me advocating for fewer donations to the Faith or any other charity organization. It has its place, it's important, and it /definitely/ makes a change. This is merely me airing my love of a personal touch on a much smaller scale, is all.
Written By Jules
April 16, 2020, 2:37 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)
I wonder what would happen to a bird if it sneezed while it was flying? Would it fall because it stopped flapping or would it go up because it shot out air from its mouth. Do birds sneeze? It would be a funny sight, I should try to see if I can figure this riddle out!
Written By Vulpiano
April 16, 2020, 1:24 p.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
There's something very satisfying in joining an effort in its beginnings. Or as close as one might be able to get. It's less about leaving one's own personal mark upon it, though I assume it might motivate others. It's in watching it grow and evolve through time. How one's efforts translate into something better, something stronger.
It's how I feel working for House DiFidante. The land and its people have been through much, and yet there's something deeply satisfying in watching the Roseward march steadily onward to a brighter future, through the guidance of its leaders and determination of its inhabitants, while doing my own small part to help it along.
It's how I feel working for House DiFidante. The land and its people have been through much, and yet there's something deeply satisfying in watching the Roseward march steadily onward to a brighter future, through the guidance of its leaders and determination of its inhabitants, while doing my own small part to help it along.
Written By Strozza
April 16, 2020, 12:04 p.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
A gift of sweet lemon for all those who attend to a Princess.
I hope all goes spectacularly, your grace
I hope all goes spectacularly, your grace
Written By Martino
April 16, 2020, 11:05 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
These books aren't quite what I recall in the days of dear youthful dalliances. Perhaps therein lies the challenge being presented.
To write another book on the experiences, humour and folly of mine travels.
Something that would be truly worthy of keeping underneath the pillow.
To write another book on the experiences, humour and folly of mine travels.
Something that would be truly worthy of keeping underneath the pillow.
Written By Belladonna
April 16, 2020, 8:03 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Drusila
Life is truly full of wonder.
I am glad that even in the darkest hours I have those to help me through the shroud. May your flame never dim, and may I be so lucky and blessed to have it by my side for as long as I am around.
I am glad that even in the darkest hours I have those to help me through the shroud. May your flame never dim, and may I be so lucky and blessed to have it by my side for as long as I am around.
Written By Belladonna
April 16, 2020, 7:59 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
You have shown me that Faith is not about fear, but about hope, and you have taught me that hope is not a fool's endeavor, but a worthwhile pursuit of the strong.
The Mother Mercy is the best the Faith has to offer, and of course she would refuse these compliments, because that is just how she was raised, thanks to the romantic Oathlands, but that does not make me any less right.
If you find yourself wondering what to do with a few minutes of your day, please do find a pen, and write her something nice.
She deserves it.
The Mother Mercy is the best the Faith has to offer, and of course she would refuse these compliments, because that is just how she was raised, thanks to the romantic Oathlands, but that does not make me any less right.
If you find yourself wondering what to do with a few minutes of your day, please do find a pen, and write her something nice.
She deserves it.
Written By Belladonna
April 16, 2020, 7:53 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
We change to remain the same.
This is the inescapable truth of the Compact. We are all obsesses with the past, with that we have lost, collecting secrets and learning new arts. We are happier when we dust off this thick mist that is everywhere around us and we see what was more clearly.
It is obvious that we have lost much. Something was stolen from us, and we miss whatever is missing. This is the ghost of a touch that makes us ache in longing. Condemned to lay down asleep and dream of the days with spend awake and blissful nights of pleasure. We must cling to these scraps because the alternative would be terrifying.
For all it is worth, I agree. It is frightening indeed and, to be fair, who wouldn't want to live in a Dream?
This is the inescapable truth of the Compact. We are all obsesses with the past, with that we have lost, collecting secrets and learning new arts. We are happier when we dust off this thick mist that is everywhere around us and we see what was more clearly.
It is obvious that we have lost much. Something was stolen from us, and we miss whatever is missing. This is the ghost of a touch that makes us ache in longing. Condemned to lay down asleep and dream of the days with spend awake and blissful nights of pleasure. We must cling to these scraps because the alternative would be terrifying.
For all it is worth, I agree. It is frightening indeed and, to be fair, who wouldn't want to live in a Dream?
Written By Sirius
April 16, 2020, 4:45 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Hello once more, Vellichor,
Or whosoever spirited, kindly scholar that here-in peeks at this letter upon delivery,
I have missed long the opportunity to write to your archives again. I must admit, there's a certain weariness to my being that is exacerbated with the accumulation of days that pass by, where I'm not chanced to put in paper my woes for you, Custodian of Knowledge. It is a strange, odd feeling that has been marinating in me -- as if by some measure, failing to subscribe my doings to your shelves is against my health or, at the least, my hope for legacy,
Either way, it doesn't matter much,
Winter, as too the last, has made a familiar number upon my being. My nose's, seemingly, perpetually clogged. Skin is peeling off of its surface, too -- I've even obtained freckles I knew not to have. A Mercy deemed it natural, claimed the changing heat and cold my skin's constantly exposed to is the perpetrator, but what can I do? A mere few inches too far from any fire is enough to make me feel as if I'm freezing again, and I've never been one of poor constitution. Wherefor that Valardin grit known of my family? It's gone now,
It's just Sirius, now,
Getting cold. Feeling itches on his elbows, his toes quick to get freezing sweat on them too. More lethargic by the day. I nearly fell asleep on my horse last I drilled the men too, doing our eleventh foot rehearsal. Unacceptable. Shameful, too, and I blame the tea. It is not strong enough- it used to be I could sleep only four hours, have a proper cup, and I'd be good for the day whole to tackle its many challenges,
Tea, however, doesn't come as good as it used to. Or as strong. And it matters not how caffeinated I am, my body just falls apart and is quick to hang slack when I need it the most. Must be I'm getting old... coming off of my prime at eighteen, I can already see the white hair prickling out of my chin. My hairline receding. Wait, scratch that; we won't even joke about that. I did have an uncle... nevermind, let us not even summon the memory of Prince Landry.
I hope, perhaps, that in the future I'll have more time to defer to you my woes and worries once more, old wizened Vellichor. Also, worry not about my nose any longer- a kindly flower gifted me a cloak recently. I owe her more than she could know.
Or whosoever spirited, kindly scholar that here-in peeks at this letter upon delivery,
I have missed long the opportunity to write to your archives again. I must admit, there's a certain weariness to my being that is exacerbated with the accumulation of days that pass by, where I'm not chanced to put in paper my woes for you, Custodian of Knowledge. It is a strange, odd feeling that has been marinating in me -- as if by some measure, failing to subscribe my doings to your shelves is against my health or, at the least, my hope for legacy,
Either way, it doesn't matter much,
Winter, as too the last, has made a familiar number upon my being. My nose's, seemingly, perpetually clogged. Skin is peeling off of its surface, too -- I've even obtained freckles I knew not to have. A Mercy deemed it natural, claimed the changing heat and cold my skin's constantly exposed to is the perpetrator, but what can I do? A mere few inches too far from any fire is enough to make me feel as if I'm freezing again, and I've never been one of poor constitution. Wherefor that Valardin grit known of my family? It's gone now,
It's just Sirius, now,
Getting cold. Feeling itches on his elbows, his toes quick to get freezing sweat on them too. More lethargic by the day. I nearly fell asleep on my horse last I drilled the men too, doing our eleventh foot rehearsal. Unacceptable. Shameful, too, and I blame the tea. It is not strong enough- it used to be I could sleep only four hours, have a proper cup, and I'd be good for the day whole to tackle its many challenges,
Tea, however, doesn't come as good as it used to. Or as strong. And it matters not how caffeinated I am, my body just falls apart and is quick to hang slack when I need it the most. Must be I'm getting old... coming off of my prime at eighteen, I can already see the white hair prickling out of my chin. My hairline receding. Wait, scratch that; we won't even joke about that. I did have an uncle... nevermind, let us not even summon the memory of Prince Landry.
I hope, perhaps, that in the future I'll have more time to defer to you my woes and worries once more, old wizened Vellichor. Also, worry not about my nose any longer- a kindly flower gifted me a cloak recently. I owe her more than she could know.
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