Written By Malesh
April 12, 2020, 3:48 a.m.(2/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I'm in a bit of continued surprise and disbelief still.
I sit here, an educated and supposedly dispassionate man, searching for the words to document the death of my sister.
In time perhaps I shall come up with something that is more befitting of historical value, but I am at almost a complete loss.
One thing does occur to me, however, and while I (of course ) do not smile at her passing, it does please me to believe that she might have thought this humorous as well, and so I shall record here that thought which entered my otherwise empty mind.
Get well soon.
I sit here, an educated and supposedly dispassionate man, searching for the words to document the death of my sister.
In time perhaps I shall come up with something that is more befitting of historical value, but I am at almost a complete loss.
One thing does occur to me, however, and while I (of course ) do not smile at her passing, it does please me to believe that she might have thought this humorous as well, and so I shall record here that thought which entered my otherwise empty mind.
Get well soon.
Written By Mirari
April 12, 2020, 3:40 a.m.(2/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
Get well soon!
Written By Tanith
April 12, 2020, 1:39 a.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Emara
Your sweater smells amazing.
Stop stealing my skirts. We have the same mother, she'll make you your own.
You're not getting this sweater back.
Stop stealing my skirts. We have the same mother, she'll make you your own.
You're not getting this sweater back.
Written By Rafael
April 12, 2020, 1:37 a.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Haptenna
I may not agree with your means, but I can't argue with your results.
..I have a headache.
..I have a headache.
Written By Tanith
April 12, 2020, 1:30 a.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
I've had many messages and words of congratulation this past fortnight, people I've known my whole life wishing me well (but also looking surprised). I was never the kind of person who thought she'd get married; my parents rather upended any fantastic notions about how that might go, and no, Mother, I'm not mad about it, but you and Dad have more complications and partners than a horny spider.
While there's been much kindness (and gifts! what!), there's also been a fair amount of incredulity. Getting married was apparently not as surprising as -who- I was marrying. Fair; not many know that we had known each other for so long, or were so close. No one is privy to everything in anyone's life, I think my sister was the only one who was there for any of our friendship.
Make no mistake; my husband is no one you want to see in the best circumstances. He's terrifying as fuck and he's been that way for as long as I've known him, he's only gotten better at it as time has gone on. He is dour, brooding, and if you even see the hint of a blade and he's looking at you, get the Abyss out of his way. I've seen merchants pause to gape when they ask about my nuptials, watched one of the rudest drunks I've had to deal with go pale and stumble in his own vomit when he figured out which 'Tanith' I was. The collection of patrons at the Murder have become noticeably more polite, and I have struggled not to laugh out right when some crusty jackass who cursed at me last fortnight is suddenly asking me with 'please' and 'thank you' for his customary mug of poison. I suspect this will be a trend.
Is it wrong, then, that I'm so utterly delighted by it?
Probably.
Still fun though.
While there's been much kindness (and gifts! what!), there's also been a fair amount of incredulity. Getting married was apparently not as surprising as -who- I was marrying. Fair; not many know that we had known each other for so long, or were so close. No one is privy to everything in anyone's life, I think my sister was the only one who was there for any of our friendship.
Make no mistake; my husband is no one you want to see in the best circumstances. He's terrifying as fuck and he's been that way for as long as I've known him, he's only gotten better at it as time has gone on. He is dour, brooding, and if you even see the hint of a blade and he's looking at you, get the Abyss out of his way. I've seen merchants pause to gape when they ask about my nuptials, watched one of the rudest drunks I've had to deal with go pale and stumble in his own vomit when he figured out which 'Tanith' I was. The collection of patrons at the Murder have become noticeably more polite, and I have struggled not to laugh out right when some crusty jackass who cursed at me last fortnight is suddenly asking me with 'please' and 'thank you' for his customary mug of poison. I suspect this will be a trend.
Is it wrong, then, that I'm so utterly delighted by it?
Probably.
Still fun though.
Written By Sorrel
April 12, 2020, 1:29 a.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I hope that you are free and happy. May Death hold you gently in her arms.
Written By Juliette
April 11, 2020, 10:38 p.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
It's hard to believe how quickly the last year passed. I hope it is not too many more of those before I pin this thing down for the clan. Family before all!
Written By Kastelon
April 11, 2020, 10:36 p.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
For the first time this week, I went to train at the public training center in Arx, rather than the range on Keaton grounds.
It was interestingly crowded. Perhaps I could practice there more often as an exercise in focus, because at the public training center there are many distractions to draw one's eye from the target.
It was interestingly crowded. Perhaps I could practice there more often as an exercise in focus, because at the public training center there are many distractions to draw one's eye from the target.
Written By Martino
April 11, 2020, 4:27 p.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Kaia
Perhaps we are not as good as a tag-team as I thought in the ring. More to do with my abilities than yours.
Although this has now inspired another fine idea because of you. Couples tournament.
Although this has now inspired another fine idea because of you. Couples tournament.
Written By Esme
April 11, 2020, 10:37 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Erik
I wrote to you today. I could not send Happiness to send it to you as you are not within Arx now. I miss you.
Written By Preston
April 11, 2020, 8:42 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
In the battle of good versus evil, it is true that evil is often more obvious in its power, that it may seem to have all the big battalions on their side. Perhaps all good can offer you is a noble cause and a risk of death in pursuit of that. Perhaps you could try and ignore that battle, to stand between the two and stare intently at your fingernails as you hear the sound of death around you.
But what I do know is that those who side with evil, through fear of death and in the hopes that that which is evil shares its power, will never achieve their desires. Evil will use you as far as it can, it will steal everything from you - all the good the Gods put into you - until you have nothing more to give, and it will give you either death or unending unmerciful torment.
For myself, if I must choose a path that may well end in my death, I shall choose the one that sees me die on my feet, my head unbowed, in pursuit of a noble cause. Never the one that may push that death back by trading every good thing I am, have ever done, and could ever be.
But what I do know is that those who side with evil, through fear of death and in the hopes that that which is evil shares its power, will never achieve their desires. Evil will use you as far as it can, it will steal everything from you - all the good the Gods put into you - until you have nothing more to give, and it will give you either death or unending unmerciful torment.
For myself, if I must choose a path that may well end in my death, I shall choose the one that sees me die on my feet, my head unbowed, in pursuit of a noble cause. Never the one that may push that death back by trading every good thing I am, have ever done, and could ever be.
Written By Anisha
April 11, 2020, 7:41 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I was invited to be Princess Arianna's companion for the concert, the one she'd asked for as her boon (and, yes, the song, and the quest. I do not mean to diminish those).
It was a truly exceptional experience. Princess Sorrel and the Bard's College performed in amazing fashion. There will be talk for years about it.
And then the news to wake up to.
The life of Princess Arianna Pravus was exceptional and unique and I will miss her dearly.
It was a truly exceptional experience. Princess Sorrel and the Bard's College performed in amazing fashion. There will be talk for years about it.
And then the news to wake up to.
The life of Princess Arianna Pravus was exceptional and unique and I will miss her dearly.
Written By Olivian
April 11, 2020, 6:26 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
I believe in coincidences.
Then I hear stories - just stories, mind you, Scholar - that truly make me wonder otherwise.
Then I hear stories - just stories, mind you, Scholar - that truly make me wonder otherwise.
Written By Revell
April 11, 2020, 4:31 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
I don't consider myself much of a snob when it comes to food, Scholar - living a life where you don't always know where your next meal is going to come from sort of requires you not to be picky after all.
But -Abyss-, hospital food, am I right?
Fortunately, I got wonderful friends happy to send me snacks.
Still, this is making me strongly consider learning the fine art of "Running Away." I'm pretty good at "Talk My Way Out Of Problems" and "Stay Unnoticed", but neither of those really help when a roof comes crashing down over you.
But -Abyss-, hospital food, am I right?
Fortunately, I got wonderful friends happy to send me snacks.
Still, this is making me strongly consider learning the fine art of "Running Away." I'm pretty good at "Talk My Way Out Of Problems" and "Stay Unnoticed", but neither of those really help when a roof comes crashing down over you.
Written By Mabelle
April 11, 2020, 3:06 a.m.(2/5/1013 AR)
Family meeting went very well.
So many projects and things to be accomplished.
For us, for our people, for our vassals.
Defense and innovation.
I'm excited!
So many projects and things to be accomplished.
For us, for our people, for our vassals.
Defense and innovation.
I'm excited!
Written By Esme
April 11, 2020, 1:33 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Gossip. I can't say that I don't enjoy listening to it from time to time. I do rather not find pleasure in the horrible kind. I also do not put much stock in it. As I have been asked a bit about some gossip about me; I find it amusing. The topic of it is rather head shaking, but amusing none-the-less. Does it mean that I have become one of the nobles to know if they are gossiping about me? I fear that's probably not true, though I sort of like just being as I am.
To the one with all the lies they spread, I'm okay with it. You are not hurting me. Roses know how to handle the thorns too.
To the one with all the lies they spread, I'm okay with it. You are not hurting me. Roses know how to handle the thorns too.
Written By Ravna
April 11, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
I tell you, yes. You. The man. You beautiful, lovely creature, I'll tell you! Let me tell you, please?
Heee! So, we all know, I think, yes, I do know - that my Ass is Beautiful. Well, once upon an Eve my Ass; that being Beautiful, did come across a wild-thing store. She'd been tanning the hide of some deer - I think it was a deer atleast - a deer, yes, I think. I do know, you know, and as she skinned this deer she sang a song, hummed it really, and the tune was so sweet; well, my Ass and I, we slung beneath the nearby tree and listened to this tone. Drinking (as one does when listening to beautiful women sing, really. Life Is Good.) and fell to sleep -- well! My friend, dear man with the quill, I'd awakened in one of my stupors, yes, perhaps a day late. Or just the morn after...are you ready?
LOCKED IN A CAGE! It was terrible. Well. Not too terrible, honestly the hay was fresh and the room where the cage was, was very warm. It smelled of berries, I think. Or blood. No, I think it was berries. So she had locked me away! (I still to this day have not found hay quite as nice to sleep on) Yet I had heard her humming, sharpening her knives and I could peek outside to see through a window there, Beautiful (that is my Ass, you know) with her lovely coat. Well. I was terrified this wild thing, this woman with her chest hanging to her knees, was going to eat my Ass! So I cried out her name: "Beautiful! Run!"
Well. My dear man, O Dear Man, my Ass did not run. But kicked that wild thing straight in the face! Well, my man. I have never seen a wicked woman go quiet so fast, as compared to when she tried to skin, and likely eat, my Ass.
Oh - how did I get out? I'm not really sure. I found one of my hidden flasks and took a nap, woke up down the road nearby a stream. No, no. There's no story about the stream - though I did win a pissing contest with a bear, once.
Heee! So, we all know, I think, yes, I do know - that my Ass is Beautiful. Well, once upon an Eve my Ass; that being Beautiful, did come across a wild-thing store. She'd been tanning the hide of some deer - I think it was a deer atleast - a deer, yes, I think. I do know, you know, and as she skinned this deer she sang a song, hummed it really, and the tune was so sweet; well, my Ass and I, we slung beneath the nearby tree and listened to this tone. Drinking (as one does when listening to beautiful women sing, really. Life Is Good.) and fell to sleep -- well! My friend, dear man with the quill, I'd awakened in one of my stupors, yes, perhaps a day late. Or just the morn after...are you ready?
LOCKED IN A CAGE! It was terrible. Well. Not too terrible, honestly the hay was fresh and the room where the cage was, was very warm. It smelled of berries, I think. Or blood. No, I think it was berries. So she had locked me away! (I still to this day have not found hay quite as nice to sleep on) Yet I had heard her humming, sharpening her knives and I could peek outside to see through a window there, Beautiful (that is my Ass, you know) with her lovely coat. Well. I was terrified this wild thing, this woman with her chest hanging to her knees, was going to eat my Ass! So I cried out her name: "Beautiful! Run!"
Well. My dear man, O Dear Man, my Ass did not run. But kicked that wild thing straight in the face! Well, my man. I have never seen a wicked woman go quiet so fast, as compared to when she tried to skin, and likely eat, my Ass.
Oh - how did I get out? I'm not really sure. I found one of my hidden flasks and took a nap, woke up down the road nearby a stream. No, no. There's no story about the stream - though I did win a pissing contest with a bear, once.
Written By Miranda
April 11, 2020, 12:20 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
Brother...
Everything you can do, I can do better.
I can do everything better than you.
Yes I can.
Hah! I gave birth to twin beauties! Can you give birth to twins? I think not!
Hah!
Everything you can do, I can do better.
I can do everything better than you.
Yes I can.
Hah! I gave birth to twin beauties! Can you give birth to twins? I think not!
Hah!
Written By Beatrice
April 11, 2020, 12:18 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
Princess Arianna Pravus was a friend. When business brought me back to Arx, she was one of the first people I hoped to visit. I delayed. Now I shall never have that chance.
I grieve with House Pravus. The world has lost something bright.
I take comfort in the knowledge that Pravosi retribution is ever absolute.
I grieve with House Pravus. The world has lost something bright.
I take comfort in the knowledge that Pravosi retribution is ever absolute.
Written By Ravna
April 10, 2020, 11:17 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
There was a man from Chunuket, his co-
I found a good dice set,you know. In the mud when I was fond. It rolls and rolls, and rolls some more, and brings me silver by the pounds.
I played a flute down by the avenue, and pretty girls came to me. They laughed and danced, such joy in their eyes, when I slung my flute over my knee.
I met my little sister, so dark, so brave. Full of all that fire. Did you know, guy, that she once broke a man's nose for sniffing at her? No, no. I'm kidding. Lying, really. I mean, she would. It's awesome.
I don't think she likes Beautiful. Who? Oh, my Ass. My Ass is Beautiful.
I found a good dice set,you know. In the mud when I was fond. It rolls and rolls, and rolls some more, and brings me silver by the pounds.
I played a flute down by the avenue, and pretty girls came to me. They laughed and danced, such joy in their eyes, when I slung my flute over my knee.
I met my little sister, so dark, so brave. Full of all that fire. Did you know, guy, that she once broke a man's nose for sniffing at her? No, no. I'm kidding. Lying, really. I mean, she would. It's awesome.
I don't think she likes Beautiful. Who? Oh, my Ass. My Ass is Beautiful.
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