Written By Sabella
April 1, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
I am getting so excited for A Taste of Arx! I've seen some of the things our vassals are putting together and they are delightful! I've got the prizes all set for the events for the Grayson part and just need to order some pins to give away for the final big party at the palace and then everything will be set! I absolutely cannot wait! It will be so wonderful seeing the city come together for this event for the second time! It's always so amazing to go to the parties in the other wards to see what they have to offer and learn a little bit more about them--and the food is always phenomenal!
I really cannot wait!
I really cannot wait!
Written By Strozza
April 1, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
What curiosities must we seem to be at times, like falling leaves caught in a wind twisting between the boles and branches. Whipping about in orbit of one another. To cling to one another until the ground is met, or torn apart to seek out other dance partners in our slow descent from budding to end in the loam.
Written By Gwenna
April 1, 2020, 8:53 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
My dearest cousin, you now have an open invitation to all future Redrain brunch events at the villa where the donning of lounge-wear is not only encouraged, but strongly preferred. Plus, we'd never turn down someone bringing honey for the toast.
Written By Dariel
April 1, 2020, 8:29 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Today I got a message. The sort of message you should never get. The sort of message which means there can never be more messages.
I remember being in the Grotto not all that long after I arrived in the city when I first met Cady. Lady Arcadia Leary as she then was at the time. I want to say she bombed the pool I was in at the time, but I suspect that may be the embellishment of memory. Somehow, we became friends despite the glitter bombs and the stealing of my tea every time she appeared in the Bold after me. A fact that still surprises me.
Lady Cady became Countess Cady when she married into a house in the far north. She embraced the northerness and loved it in a way that Cady would do. Utterly. I remember when she got married receiving messages saying she had to grow up and become a countess. That she had to be serious about things now and not be that old Cady. Sadly she soon realised that wasn't true. She could be both the serious, responsible one for her new home and still enjoy the same things. She helped her new home and saw it elevated to become a Marquessa. She had two lovely children. She always remained the same Cady at heart to me though.
I know some people saw Cady's playful side as childish, but those people are wrong. You had a thirst for adventure. While I did not share it, I always always had admired how it was so much a part of you. I don't know I've ever met someone more true to themselves than you.
Goodbye my friend.
I remember being in the Grotto not all that long after I arrived in the city when I first met Cady. Lady Arcadia Leary as she then was at the time. I want to say she bombed the pool I was in at the time, but I suspect that may be the embellishment of memory. Somehow, we became friends despite the glitter bombs and the stealing of my tea every time she appeared in the Bold after me. A fact that still surprises me.
Lady Cady became Countess Cady when she married into a house in the far north. She embraced the northerness and loved it in a way that Cady would do. Utterly. I remember when she got married receiving messages saying she had to grow up and become a countess. That she had to be serious about things now and not be that old Cady. Sadly she soon realised that wasn't true. She could be both the serious, responsible one for her new home and still enjoy the same things. She helped her new home and saw it elevated to become a Marquessa. She had two lovely children. She always remained the same Cady at heart to me though.
I know some people saw Cady's playful side as childish, but those people are wrong. You had a thirst for adventure. While I did not share it, I always always had admired how it was so much a part of you. I don't know I've ever met someone more true to themselves than you.
Goodbye my friend.
Written By Revell
April 1, 2020, 8:02 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
"If you don't expect anything from anyone, you won't be disappointed - only pleasantly surprised."
I never thought I'd have someone summarize - and agree with - my world view.
I am often warned to be cautious, I'm often told that I am naive and daft. People seem to think that I expect something to come of my kind gestures and attempts to shower others in affection, but that's not it at all.. I just like being nice.
It's a warm, wholesome feeling and a great shield against feelings of regret, anger and bitterness.
I never thought I'd have someone summarize - and agree with - my world view.
I am often warned to be cautious, I'm often told that I am naive and daft. People seem to think that I expect something to come of my kind gestures and attempts to shower others in affection, but that's not it at all.. I just like being nice.
It's a warm, wholesome feeling and a great shield against feelings of regret, anger and bitterness.
Written By Revell
April 1, 2020, 7:52 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
RE: Love
Dycard,
It sounds like you've never felt it, Lord-Captain. I was so sure you had.
Iseulet,
From asking people face to face, and from reading the responses in the Whites - I think you are on to something, my Lady. It may very well be a type of madness, and a kind that most wish for and would happily embrace if it came their way.
Lucene,
Asking questions is my way of finding answers, or is that not what you mean?
Corrigan,
There is a reason I didn't ask /you/, -my darling-. Ugh.
Vitalis,
Is it a different kind of resonance, a different kind of sacrifice from the kind friendship requires?
Rymarr,
I think I agree with you. It's no different to my view on friendships - I always strive to be understanding, loyalty is incredibly important to me, and I try to always be boldly honest about my feelings but never to the point of disregarding someone elses. And if you are correct, that love takes time to build, it is no wonder I have not experienced it yet.
Miranda,
Your answer is a very poetic one, and I adore poetry so in that sense, I was wow'd by your response. However, my question still remains.. 'how is that different from friendship?' This is not a question out of malice or anything, I think it's just pure ignorance on my part. From the other answers I've received, I am sure that's the case. I hope you don't mind if I make a transcript of your journal to look back on once I've had the pleasure of feeling.. love?
Mirari,
Thank you for sharing that tidbit - truly - it is nice knowing that there was once someone as ignorant as me out there in the world, and that this somebody has grown. Maybe there's still hope for me?
Dycard,
It sounds like you've never felt it, Lord-Captain. I was so sure you had.
Iseulet,
From asking people face to face, and from reading the responses in the Whites - I think you are on to something, my Lady. It may very well be a type of madness, and a kind that most wish for and would happily embrace if it came their way.
Lucene,
Asking questions is my way of finding answers, or is that not what you mean?
Corrigan,
There is a reason I didn't ask /you/, -my darling-. Ugh.
Vitalis,
Is it a different kind of resonance, a different kind of sacrifice from the kind friendship requires?
Rymarr,
I think I agree with you. It's no different to my view on friendships - I always strive to be understanding, loyalty is incredibly important to me, and I try to always be boldly honest about my feelings but never to the point of disregarding someone elses. And if you are correct, that love takes time to build, it is no wonder I have not experienced it yet.
Miranda,
Your answer is a very poetic one, and I adore poetry so in that sense, I was wow'd by your response. However, my question still remains.. 'how is that different from friendship?' This is not a question out of malice or anything, I think it's just pure ignorance on my part. From the other answers I've received, I am sure that's the case. I hope you don't mind if I make a transcript of your journal to look back on once I've had the pleasure of feeling.. love?
Mirari,
Thank you for sharing that tidbit - truly - it is nice knowing that there was once someone as ignorant as me out there in the world, and that this somebody has grown. Maybe there's still hope for me?
Written By Tanith
April 1, 2020, 2:03 a.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Bad dreams brought on by bad cheese. Still bad. A leering face, mocking me in the dark like a memory that sticks to the insides of my eyelids, crawling like ants. This would be easier if I was a drunkard.
Written By Mabelle
March 31, 2020, 11:59 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
You can still wear slippers in the mansion halls though. I will not tell a soul.
Oh.
Oh.
Written By Jael
March 31, 2020, 11:54 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
While I hate to see my dear brother the Duke back down from anything...his taste really is suspect.
Written By Miranda
March 31, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
That's right, Uncle Peacock! or is it Uncle Raven?
What will my children call you? Oh the things I could suggest...
Payback, is it? Muahah.. I have a running headstart on you with your children. Can you catch up?
Who will spoil whose children the best?
At least, Brother, they are loved. Well, and truly loved.
What will my children call you? Oh the things I could suggest...
Payback, is it? Muahah.. I have a running headstart on you with your children. Can you catch up?
Who will spoil whose children the best?
At least, Brother, they are loved. Well, and truly loved.
Written By Miranda
March 31, 2020, 10:39 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
Sweet big brother,
You did a superb job at the duel.
I loved cheering for you... and heckling you.
I'm very proud of you.
You owe me a silver coin. Had to pay up when you lost.
Love you, always.
You did a superb job at the duel.
I loved cheering for you... and heckling you.
I'm very proud of you.
You owe me a silver coin. Had to pay up when you lost.
Love you, always.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucene
The people of Caith are lucky to have you as their Sword and their Shield, cousin. Congratulations.
Written By Riagnon
March 31, 2020, 8:47 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Word traveling in from the lands nearby Stonedeep, where our parents and most of our family still reside, is troubling -- especially when put into context with other matters. Let's pray there's no connection.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:20 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
That said, Ian - jokes aside -
I'm glad you're alright.
I'm glad you're alright.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:14 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
As a sailor - or rather, as a *leader* of sailors, I'm naturally inclined toward bursts of action. A frenetic dance with a storm, a skirmish with another vessel, that moment of gut-wrenching adrenaline when you see a wave taller than your mainmast coming at you side-on - moments of terrifying energy and strife in an otherwise relatively calm vocation.
This means that tasks based around endurance and repetition do *not* come naturally to me. This being a weakness of mine, my tutor - Lord Ian Kennex - has assigned me the stimulating task of running. A lot.
I can't say I fault his logic - the rational part of my mind accepts and appreciates his advice, and I'm grateful for his tuition - especially given his recent ordeals.
However, after countless laps of the Gauntlet, the irrational part of my mind feels like it's dying and wants to vomit, possibly cry a little, then curl up and go to sleep.
I am trying *very hard* not to resent the Kennex Lord.
This means that tasks based around endurance and repetition do *not* come naturally to me. This being a weakness of mine, my tutor - Lord Ian Kennex - has assigned me the stimulating task of running. A lot.
I can't say I fault his logic - the rational part of my mind accepts and appreciates his advice, and I'm grateful for his tuition - especially given his recent ordeals.
However, after countless laps of the Gauntlet, the irrational part of my mind feels like it's dying and wants to vomit, possibly cry a little, then curl up and go to sleep.
I am trying *very hard* not to resent the Kennex Lord.
Written By Corrigan
March 31, 2020, 6:23 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raja
Drunk or high, from the sounds of it.
Written By Ras
March 31, 2020, 11:13 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Behtuk
Where's Behtuk?
The firepit's been cold a long time. Used to come in sometimes when I'd gotten tired of knockin on Nyce's door, and sit with him and we'd eat fish stew and talk. Nobody's in the smithy. No sounds from the forge. It's quiet but not quiet like he was. He was a good kinda quiet and this is a bad one. Not the kinda quiet of a shop that's been neatly closed for a trip somewhere.
Today I went to see him to talk about a case. Maybe if I'd come sooner I would know what happened. Maybe I could've helped. There aren't that many folk I like and he's one. Didn't know him that well, but he said some of the things that've stuck with me the longest, about the north and his tribe and how they worked. When they hunt everyone eats.
I gotta find out where he is. If anyone (who reads this shit) knows, come find me.
The firepit's been cold a long time. Used to come in sometimes when I'd gotten tired of knockin on Nyce's door, and sit with him and we'd eat fish stew and talk. Nobody's in the smithy. No sounds from the forge. It's quiet but not quiet like he was. He was a good kinda quiet and this is a bad one. Not the kinda quiet of a shop that's been neatly closed for a trip somewhere.
Today I went to see him to talk about a case. Maybe if I'd come sooner I would know what happened. Maybe I could've helped. There aren't that many folk I like and he's one. Didn't know him that well, but he said some of the things that've stuck with me the longest, about the north and his tribe and how they worked. When they hunt everyone eats.
I gotta find out where he is. If anyone (who reads this shit) knows, come find me.
Written By Belladonna
March 31, 2020, 3:48 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
It is true that familiarity breeds contempt, certainly more in some cases than others, but more dangerous than contempt is complacency. Complacency is the poison that has ran its course in the veins of so many great falls in history.
I see the same faces, beloved and reviled, I hear the same voices, and watching the morning tide from the Deviant's deck, I am struck with overwhelming wanderlust. The trips to the Saffron Chain have gotten shorter, so to speak, and although a mysterious land of violence and dark legends, it is new and lush, beautiful in its unknowable depth. When I hear the battle cries of the White Rats or the Sons of the Centipede, I know I am far from home, and as painful as it may be, that is where I belong, now.
I am ready for the scars that await me. In fact, I feel my body ache for them. That is the only path forward. No Setarcan soul has ever developed in the comfort of wine and silk, and there are many boundaries left to break before I meet my journey's end.
I see the same faces, beloved and reviled, I hear the same voices, and watching the morning tide from the Deviant's deck, I am struck with overwhelming wanderlust. The trips to the Saffron Chain have gotten shorter, so to speak, and although a mysterious land of violence and dark legends, it is new and lush, beautiful in its unknowable depth. When I hear the battle cries of the White Rats or the Sons of the Centipede, I know I am far from home, and as painful as it may be, that is where I belong, now.
I am ready for the scars that await me. In fact, I feel my body ache for them. That is the only path forward. No Setarcan soul has ever developed in the comfort of wine and silk, and there are many boundaries left to break before I meet my journey's end.
Written By Rowenova
March 31, 2020, 2:26 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
After a couple years post divorce, I finally found new love. It is all entirely different and more wonderful than anything else I ever experienced with anyone else before.
Thank you for all your enduring kindness and patient grace.
Thank you for all your enduring kindness and patient grace.
Written By Victus
March 31, 2020, 1:39 a.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Deep within Maelstrom's walls, a good time to get some breathing space while we prepare to mobilize the banners. I was fortunate enough to find a lull between drills to take some time to myself. Took a retinue and made a journey to the ruins of Thrax's previous capital here on the Isle. Perhaps not the best of ideas, given the state of things. But the history is too valuable to not admire from time to time.
It's odd. There's broad strokes of familiarity on every wall, yet still so different from the city we sit upon today. I always note just how many devotions to Mangata are around every curve. Clear waters run down the fingers of the goddess, Her likeness carved in stone. In the central chamber, Her face greets every visitor with a welcoming smile. These halls have been abandoned for untold centuries, yet Her presence still illuminates the ancient structure with life.
I wonder why we grew away from such art as time went on. Monsters from the darkest depths of the present decorate our streets now, in the form of chalk and chiseled rocks. The things we'd seen spawn out of the darkwater and what the superstitious sailors speak of in the bloodwater. Combine that with the grey skies, the rain, everything can be very grim in comparison.
Since my trip, I've returned with ideas. I believe once the Skal'daja are dealt with, bringing pieces of Thrax's ancient history back to life could be a worthy endeavor.
It's odd. There's broad strokes of familiarity on every wall, yet still so different from the city we sit upon today. I always note just how many devotions to Mangata are around every curve. Clear waters run down the fingers of the goddess, Her likeness carved in stone. In the central chamber, Her face greets every visitor with a welcoming smile. These halls have been abandoned for untold centuries, yet Her presence still illuminates the ancient structure with life.
I wonder why we grew away from such art as time went on. Monsters from the darkest depths of the present decorate our streets now, in the form of chalk and chiseled rocks. The things we'd seen spawn out of the darkwater and what the superstitious sailors speak of in the bloodwater. Combine that with the grey skies, the rain, everything can be very grim in comparison.
Since my trip, I've returned with ideas. I believe once the Skal'daja are dealt with, bringing pieces of Thrax's ancient history back to life could be a worthy endeavor.
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