Written By Fecundo
March 29, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
Not only am I a father, but now an uncle as well. Children I can spoil and send back (Yes, sistermine...paybacks...). In all seriousness, congratulations to my sister entering the role of motherhood, the next phase of life's journey.
Written By Rosalind
March 29, 2020, 10:01 a.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Dear Marquessa Cady,
I heard about your passing from reading people's journals. I'm very sad at this. You were always super nice to me and were the one to get me in a dress because I lost a bet to you. We were able to go on an adventure or two and we were supposed to go on many more. You were supposed to go to Stormheart with me and hiking. Because plans! Maybe I will just imagine some blonde little person next time I go home and it will count. Though not the same. Don't worry though, I will still steal your children like I told you I would. And I will still be Stahlben's Running Rosa. I will miss you lots.
I heard about your passing from reading people's journals. I'm very sad at this. You were always super nice to me and were the one to get me in a dress because I lost a bet to you. We were able to go on an adventure or two and we were supposed to go on many more. You were supposed to go to Stormheart with me and hiking. Because plans! Maybe I will just imagine some blonde little person next time I go home and it will count. Though not the same. Don't worry though, I will still steal your children like I told you I would. And I will still be Stahlben's Running Rosa. I will miss you lots.
Written By Meabh
March 29, 2020, 12:53 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Well, it seems I made it to this... city, just in time for it's first snow fall. Snow has been falling for a while now up north, around Clearlake, not sure what the big deal is over it. It's snow. Now, to find some decent food, a drink, and a bed. Probably in that order.
Written By Norwood
March 29, 2020, 12:23 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
She was in need of a warm and so I sent her one. I am glad to know she enjoyed it.
Written By Sirius
March 29, 2020, 12:21 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
Perhaps, my Lord, you ought to consider purchasing yet another snazzy hat,
Solve this conundrum from its seams,
End this plight before regret and loss hardens your heart,
Go by the old adage of: "Fastest way to forget a hat we loved is to wear another, curvier hat." Feathered, if you would.
Solve this conundrum from its seams,
End this plight before regret and loss hardens your heart,
Go by the old adage of: "Fastest way to forget a hat we loved is to wear another, curvier hat." Feathered, if you would.
Written By Esme
March 29, 2020, 12:15 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
Baron,
Thank you as well. I put out a call for warm clothing and not only did you send me something, you didn't even charge. Better yet, it is that new ironwool fabric. Thank you for the rose in the midst of winter ironwool lined cape. I am already wearing it around Arx.
Thank you as well. I put out a call for warm clothing and not only did you send me something, you didn't even charge. Better yet, it is that new ironwool fabric. Thank you for the rose in the midst of winter ironwool lined cape. I am already wearing it around Arx.
Written By Esme
March 29, 2020, 12:13 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Nikias
Thank you so much, Prince Niklas for the books you sent me. I am eagerly waiting to read the one you wrote. I appreciate that you assisted when I put out the call. We must have wine soon.
Written By Adalyn
March 28, 2020, 11:03 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Day 1 of taking care of the little Laurent heir: Eadric is bright, inquisitive, lively. Full of boundless energy, but that's to be expected.
How hard can this be?
How hard can this be?
Written By Sydney
March 28, 2020, 10:56 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
...or I might just claw my way to the top and win a Grand Melee.
My sincerest congratulations to all that competed in both the Senior and Legendary level events. I enjoyed watching the former, and loved competing in the latter. This time, I made sure to kick snow at people. See? It all came back to kicking snow. Clearly the secret to victory; nothing at all to do with punching people in the back of the head when they're preoccupied.
I got to punch Ras repeatedly. Did I mention that as a highlight? That was a highlight.
My sincerest congratulations to all that competed in both the Senior and Legendary level events. I enjoyed watching the former, and loved competing in the latter. This time, I made sure to kick snow at people. See? It all came back to kicking snow. Clearly the secret to victory; nothing at all to do with punching people in the back of the head when they're preoccupied.
I got to punch Ras repeatedly. Did I mention that as a highlight? That was a highlight.
Written By Cufre
March 28, 2020, 10:40 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
It has been a productive few days. Business in the shop has slowed with the coming of the cold weather, so I have had the room to be more creative. Maybe I feel pushed to do more, now that the Second First has opened a similar shop so nearby. Curiosity drew me to visit his shop a few times. He has found a way to get the word out about his offerings and has managed to draw some unusual customers to the Lowers. Am I feeling a bit competitive?
Written By Thea
March 28, 2020, 9:11 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Lady Arcadia was one of the first people I met here when I arrived here. At the Golden Hart. Small and loud. And drank. A lot. Which leads me to when I crossed paths to her again...Drunk and walking the streets. Throwing up on my boots. I helped her and directed her to a different path, to shooting arrows. We began an odd friendship that day. Which leads me to..
Marquessa Arcadia. She had grown into a woman that led people. Without care of herself. You may not have agreed with her or her opinions, but you knew about them. She was strong in her opinions. I watched her grow from a woman always covered in dirt, to woman that was at least worthy and dressed as her station. I watched grow and become a mother. Worry about others. But one that didn't change was her thirst for adventure. To help others. One of the last times I saw her, she in tears. Because of those that had gone missing. I will not go into details of such. When I heard of her passing. Scouting. For them. I was not surprised. Not in the least. Because--she went doing what she loved doing. Helping. For someone she cared about. To correct a mistake she thought she made. I'll miss her. I know that. But I know that her daughter Genevieve has her spirit and her son will be the same. I will help and make sure they know their mother. Right down to her throwing up on my boots and the stories of her adventures.
Marquessa Arcadia. She had grown into a woman that led people. Without care of herself. You may not have agreed with her or her opinions, but you knew about them. She was strong in her opinions. I watched her grow from a woman always covered in dirt, to woman that was at least worthy and dressed as her station. I watched grow and become a mother. Worry about others. But one that didn't change was her thirst for adventure. To help others. One of the last times I saw her, she in tears. Because of those that had gone missing. I will not go into details of such. When I heard of her passing. Scouting. For them. I was not surprised. Not in the least. Because--she went doing what she loved doing. Helping. For someone she cared about. To correct a mistake she thought she made. I'll miss her. I know that. But I know that her daughter Genevieve has her spirit and her son will be the same. I will help and make sure they know their mother. Right down to her throwing up on my boots and the stories of her adventures.
Written By Lucita
March 28, 2020, 8:02 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Yes, you got a hug. Much better to get a hug for surviving than the alternate.
Written By Monique
March 28, 2020, 7:08 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
You know it's a busy year when you forget your own birthday.
Written By Malcolm
March 28, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
I had this hat. It was a wonderous hat, it was the best, it was - Scholars - you saw it. Note that it had a swoop across the brim, a plume, and it was the first ever extravagant purchase I made as a newly titled Duke.
Now -- gone.
G O N E.
Now -- gone.
G O N E.
Written By Dianna
March 28, 2020, 3:49 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
(( Written from Stormwall ))
I'm not sure I ever want him to remember; and yet, I so desperately want him to.
Is it a blessing or a curse to forget, to be so bleary-eyed by horror that one loses track of great swaths of time, that one re-makes reality to what is easiest to digest?
This is why I'm angry, hurt and confused: Because I can't forget. Even when I look into my own reflection in my glaive, to meditate, I see my fear at losing him, and he'll never understand why it matters so much to me that some part of his mind is stolen, marred, distorted:
They cut something from him when they cut that piece out of his leg. They stole something from him before and I'm furious that anyone should dare take a piece of him - or of anyone - without their permission. I understand his willingness to let the flesh be stolen. But he had no choice in the rest. So, I'm still fighting - only I'm horrible at knowing how to fight this.
How does one show the truth within a reflection to one who can't even see? How does one fight a mist that clouds one's vision?
Or, do I just leave him to his own version of reality?
Gods, give me strength. Vellichor, I beg you: Guide me.
Addendum:
I think I know why I'm so angry:
I wish I could forget. I wish something else had happened. I wish the trip to Stormwall had been for other reasons.
And I cannot forget; the images roll through my mind again and again.
What am I missing? What do I need to know?
I'm not sure I ever want him to remember; and yet, I so desperately want him to.
Is it a blessing or a curse to forget, to be so bleary-eyed by horror that one loses track of great swaths of time, that one re-makes reality to what is easiest to digest?
This is why I'm angry, hurt and confused: Because I can't forget. Even when I look into my own reflection in my glaive, to meditate, I see my fear at losing him, and he'll never understand why it matters so much to me that some part of his mind is stolen, marred, distorted:
They cut something from him when they cut that piece out of his leg. They stole something from him before and I'm furious that anyone should dare take a piece of him - or of anyone - without their permission. I understand his willingness to let the flesh be stolen. But he had no choice in the rest. So, I'm still fighting - only I'm horrible at knowing how to fight this.
How does one show the truth within a reflection to one who can't even see? How does one fight a mist that clouds one's vision?
Or, do I just leave him to his own version of reality?
Gods, give me strength. Vellichor, I beg you: Guide me.
Addendum:
I think I know why I'm so angry:
I wish I could forget. I wish something else had happened. I wish the trip to Stormwall had been for other reasons.
And I cannot forget; the images roll through my mind again and again.
What am I missing? What do I need to know?
Written By Skye
March 28, 2020, 3:43 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I worried greatly when I heard of his disappearance. His safe return warrants a visit to Gild to give thanks.
Written By Marian
March 28, 2020, 3:35 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Juniper
I only recently learned of your passing. My heart aches for the fine diplomat that once stepped in to mitigate a dispute that I myself could not solve on my own. We drifted apart once your took your vows. I blame myself as much as our own busy schedules. I just took for granted that you would always be there to offer me sage advice.
Written By Marian
March 28, 2020, 3:33 p.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
My birthday has come and passed. This time with my children at my side in the wilds of the North. It was good to get away and spend some quality time with the little ones.
Written By Dianna
March 28, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
At least we got them back.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Written By Dianna
March 28, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
At least we got them back.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
Which is to say: We got them back.
We lost three others; it seems there's always a price.
I didn't know how to heal her. I didn't know how to stop the curse.
And I couldn't save the Templars.
And that's just not good enough.
So, yes, I am. What you've heard is true, despite Trini's and Hilja's and Fio's pleading:
I'm going back.
We'll have an army.
I'm sorry, Marquessa. I'm sorry, Preston.
But, thank the gods we got them home alive.
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