Written By Lucaj
Feb. 28, 2023, 3:48 p.m.(5/12/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Raja
A rare woman and one who provides rather enjoyable conversation over drinks. She cares about her people and has views on some things that not all may enjoy but I certainly respect her for speaking her truths.
Written By Lucaj
Feb. 28, 2023, 9:47 a.m.(5/11/1019 AR)
And just like that..my stockpile of drinks is gone. And that bastard sun is blazing far too early for my tastes.
Now I need two things, More liquor and less sunlight. Maybe also some thicker curtains in my room for mornings like this.
Why must the sun punish me for having a good night of drink.
Now I need two things, More liquor and less sunlight. Maybe also some thicker curtains in my room for mornings like this.
Why must the sun punish me for having a good night of drink.
Written By Denica
Feb. 28, 2023, 3:09 a.m.(5/11/1019 AR)
All the words in the world cannot mask the truth, once it's been written.
Written By Berenice
Feb. 27, 2023, 6:54 p.m.(5/10/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Anders
I had hoped for a better death for you.
I knew you were marked for it. It was an inevitability from the moment we first met. I knew it was only a matter of time before the letters ceased entirely. Permanently. But I had hoped for the sort of death you wished for yourself, face to face with your attacker in battle. I wished that, if you had to die, you could at least die fighting. Or else, if you had been captured, I could have kissed you goodbye before the execution. I did promise you that, if it came to it.
But not this, darling. Not this.
I've always been fond of stoic men. There is something to the strength of them, but more importantly, there is something to being the agent of seeing them unfold. To earning and inspiring their smiles, their laughter, their affection. It tickled my vanity, earning yours. The most hated man in the Compact.
_I_ liked you, though, and that's all that really mattered to me. You were, without question, the most fascinating correspondent I've had the pleasure of trading letters with; perhaps it was the distance, the rarity of our meeting in person -- just twice, as memorable as they both were -- that made the impact of each letter received so very salient. Or..._especially_ salient. It was your eloquence, wit, and insight that made each letter so very treasured.
You compared me to a hurricane once, one seen on the horizon, feared and yet admired for their challenge. The sort a sailor could not resist turning into to face. I still count it as one of the finest compliments I've ever received. I think you know I could have ruined you, dashed you upon the rocks, if I'd so chosen, but in the end, I was surprised by my own affections. By my own fondness for you. I expected yours, vain creature that I am, but not my own.
Rest well, darling. I am sorry we did not have more time to enjoy each other. I am sorry that I am left without someone living to hate for your death. But I shall keep the favor you left me, the memory of your company--
--and, most of all, your letters.
I knew you were marked for it. It was an inevitability from the moment we first met. I knew it was only a matter of time before the letters ceased entirely. Permanently. But I had hoped for the sort of death you wished for yourself, face to face with your attacker in battle. I wished that, if you had to die, you could at least die fighting. Or else, if you had been captured, I could have kissed you goodbye before the execution. I did promise you that, if it came to it.
But not this, darling. Not this.
I've always been fond of stoic men. There is something to the strength of them, but more importantly, there is something to being the agent of seeing them unfold. To earning and inspiring their smiles, their laughter, their affection. It tickled my vanity, earning yours. The most hated man in the Compact.
_I_ liked you, though, and that's all that really mattered to me. You were, without question, the most fascinating correspondent I've had the pleasure of trading letters with; perhaps it was the distance, the rarity of our meeting in person -- just twice, as memorable as they both were -- that made the impact of each letter received so very salient. Or..._especially_ salient. It was your eloquence, wit, and insight that made each letter so very treasured.
You compared me to a hurricane once, one seen on the horizon, feared and yet admired for their challenge. The sort a sailor could not resist turning into to face. I still count it as one of the finest compliments I've ever received. I think you know I could have ruined you, dashed you upon the rocks, if I'd so chosen, but in the end, I was surprised by my own affections. By my own fondness for you. I expected yours, vain creature that I am, but not my own.
Rest well, darling. I am sorry we did not have more time to enjoy each other. I am sorry that I am left without someone living to hate for your death. But I shall keep the favor you left me, the memory of your company--
--and, most of all, your letters.
Written By Jaenelle
Feb. 27, 2023, 5:11 p.m.(5/10/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
Leona,
While you cross my mind daily, it is often around our birthday I think of you even more so. I suppose being twins I feel your departure more so as it has always been us against them for as long as we have been here and without you they seem to loom larger than before. I already know what you would say to that as I hear it in my head as if you were to have spoken it aloud. My answer is I'm not, I know, I can't. Worry not about the spark.
I am sure you have heard about Dagon by now. We both know there are moments in life where you turn down a road and there is no way to return where you came from. The decisions we make will find a conclusion whether we are prepared for such or not, the consequences of our own making waiting for us at the end. I made peace with his decisions when they were spoken, knowing that what happened in the dining room all those years ago when I was covered in his blood would finally play out and the outcome would not be in his favor. Still, I cried when I heard he died, I cried for the bright eyed young man he was when he, Valerius, and I sat on the grounds of the Thrax estate with a bottle of wine and no glasses and talked about the future. None of this was mentioned then. Neither of them are still here.
Stop saving the world and come home, I miss you.
Jaenelle
While you cross my mind daily, it is often around our birthday I think of you even more so. I suppose being twins I feel your departure more so as it has always been us against them for as long as we have been here and without you they seem to loom larger than before. I already know what you would say to that as I hear it in my head as if you were to have spoken it aloud. My answer is I'm not, I know, I can't. Worry not about the spark.
I am sure you have heard about Dagon by now. We both know there are moments in life where you turn down a road and there is no way to return where you came from. The decisions we make will find a conclusion whether we are prepared for such or not, the consequences of our own making waiting for us at the end. I made peace with his decisions when they were spoken, knowing that what happened in the dining room all those years ago when I was covered in his blood would finally play out and the outcome would not be in his favor. Still, I cried when I heard he died, I cried for the bright eyed young man he was when he, Valerius, and I sat on the grounds of the Thrax estate with a bottle of wine and no glasses and talked about the future. None of this was mentioned then. Neither of them are still here.
Stop saving the world and come home, I miss you.
Jaenelle
Written By Lucita
Feb. 27, 2023, 4:50 p.m.(5/10/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
Those young people from the lowers that Valery has been training as gardners, herbologists and in agriculture must be very busy helping deal with all the damages to gardens around the city.
Written By Savio
Feb. 27, 2023, 9:23 a.m.(5/9/1019 AR)
Well I sat there, deep in my mug
People watching, feeling smug
Everything they do is wrong
How have they got by so long?
I just simply cannot see
Why all these people aren't like me
They have picked a different way
And I am sure that they will pay
So dearly for their foolish path
If you ask me it's easy math
Change is not the way to win
And adaptation is a sin
Do not accept these new traditions
Abandon progress and ambitions
Instead sit in a pub unmoving --
Just the way that I've been doing.
People watching, feeling smug
Everything they do is wrong
How have they got by so long?
I just simply cannot see
Why all these people aren't like me
They have picked a different way
And I am sure that they will pay
So dearly for their foolish path
If you ask me it's easy math
Change is not the way to win
And adaptation is a sin
Do not accept these new traditions
Abandon progress and ambitions
Instead sit in a pub unmoving --
Just the way that I've been doing.
Written By Savio
Feb. 27, 2023, 9:22 a.m.(5/9/1019 AR)
In my dreams
All things burn
The only thing
That I have learned
Is when it all
Starts coming true
I hope I face
The end with you.
All things burn
The only thing
That I have learned
Is when it all
Starts coming true
I hope I face
The end with you.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 27, 2023, 6:55 a.m.(5/9/1019 AR)
I found myself in the recent months since I had canceled the art festival completely not social. It is as if I had forgotten all I was before in the wake of the tragedy. Perhaps its time to return to hosting.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 27, 2023, 6:53 a.m.(5/9/1019 AR)
This rain.
As if I needed another reason to lock myself in my library.
I do however need to build a dome for carriages so my guests will not get wet.
As if I needed another reason to lock myself in my library.
I do however need to build a dome for carriages so my guests will not get wet.
Written By Titus
Feb. 26, 2023, 9:38 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
As Vaevici assist in the Pravus ward and elsewhere with a positive response to the flooding and storms, I've given some thought on the matter. May the tempest that comes after the battle wash away the blood and grime not only from our armour, but also the heart and mind. May the rains that come after nourish the earth so that life might spring anew. And in the dark storm, let us look to the future and a brighter tomorrow.
Written By Ann
Feb. 26, 2023, 9:28 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
If one had to be stuck in one spot? This place is not bad at all. The Rivenshari Longhouse is very welcoming. I have enjoyed the food and the stories that have been told around the fires. My children have enjoyed playing with their new found friends. It is very sweet to watch and does this Mama's heart good to see. I always worry that I am not doing enough for them but then to see their cheer in this environment? I know all is well then.
Besides being here? it's cozy as one listens to the rain that falls against the longhouse. I could do without the thunder though as it shakes the building. Not something I am fond of. I am not looking forward to trying to make my way back to the Stacks. I will stay here for the time being. There are worse places I could be in. I do pray that those stuck in this miserable weather find shelter and are well.
It is funny to watch the Rivenshari children daring each other like so. They run outside and back again. Sometimes to be scolded and other times the adults cheering them on to see who is the fastest in the coming and going. I am just greatly amused.
Oh and the bells? Oh spirits, the bells? Beautiful in their song.
Besides being here? it's cozy as one listens to the rain that falls against the longhouse. I could do without the thunder though as it shakes the building. Not something I am fond of. I am not looking forward to trying to make my way back to the Stacks. I will stay here for the time being. There are worse places I could be in. I do pray that those stuck in this miserable weather find shelter and are well.
It is funny to watch the Rivenshari children daring each other like so. They run outside and back again. Sometimes to be scolded and other times the adults cheering them on to see who is the fastest in the coming and going. I am just greatly amused.
Oh and the bells? Oh spirits, the bells? Beautiful in their song.
Written By Jan
Feb. 26, 2023, 9:17 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
Shit gets weirded by the fucking day. I am no less determined to continue to learn and try to keep up but it isn't easy.
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 26, 2023, 9:08 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
There's something beautiful how fire will leap and dash through a room... The cats made it out safely, and Raja is not blame. Even though she was within the shop. If anything she saved Waddles from the fire.
Written By Ann
Feb. 26, 2023, 9:04 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
I think the mud pit party was a success. It seemed a lot of people enjoyed themselves. It was such a good turn out. I was worried how things were going to go with the weather we have been having here in Arx lately. Thank the spirits that there was a roof over the mud pit so that no one had to swim in the mud. I mean unless they chose to do it.
I am so glad my cousin Prince Nazmir decided to get into the pit. It was a delight to see him in it. Even if he lost to Master Wild. The pair quite entertaining. I was amused. So dear Redrain staff if you see mud tracked all through the villa? I take full responsibility. It was worth it. You can scold me for as long as you want. I will just smile and nod at you.
Don't tell Sir Filshiar that I call him pretty boy Scholar. His name is such a tongue twister and that is how I remember him. He did well in the fight between him and Lord Mattheu.
The most entertaining match to me was the one between Lord Gaspard and Lord Cillian. At least it can be said that Lord Blackwood can hold on tight to a giant of a man's shoulders. In the end the winner was one Sir Filshiar Shieldborne. No wonder he is a part of the King's Own. I am thankful I can call him a family friend.
Now Scholar, what event should I hold next?
I am so glad my cousin Prince Nazmir decided to get into the pit. It was a delight to see him in it. Even if he lost to Master Wild. The pair quite entertaining. I was amused. So dear Redrain staff if you see mud tracked all through the villa? I take full responsibility. It was worth it. You can scold me for as long as you want. I will just smile and nod at you.
Don't tell Sir Filshiar that I call him pretty boy Scholar. His name is such a tongue twister and that is how I remember him. He did well in the fight between him and Lord Mattheu.
The most entertaining match to me was the one between Lord Gaspard and Lord Cillian. At least it can be said that Lord Blackwood can hold on tight to a giant of a man's shoulders. In the end the winner was one Sir Filshiar Shieldborne. No wonder he is a part of the King's Own. I am thankful I can call him a family friend.
Now Scholar, what event should I hold next?
Written By Lucita
Feb. 26, 2023, 8:28 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
Rats! they have been swarming up from flooded tunnels. Thank goodness we have cats in the Tower to cope with them.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 26, 2023, 8:26 p.m.(5/8/1019 AR)
The relentless rain flattened the flower beds, loosened the roots of less established, younger trees and overfilled the small pond in the Saik gardens. While the main walkway is cleared, the side paths still have many obstacles blocking them.
Written By Mattheu
Feb. 3, 2023, 4:07 p.m.(5/7/1019 AR)
Apparently horses... like Caribou really enjoy ginger cookies...
Written By Lucita
Feb. 3, 2023, 10:18 a.m.(5/7/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Jan
Studying battles will be a never ending tsk for this woman determined to become a good general. More battles are constantly happening to add to the task. Some battles have different aspects with different tactics used by more than one person in charge. I don't envy her those studies but admire her resolve.
Written By Jan
Feb. 2, 2023, 7:58 p.m.(5/5/1019 AR)
I am coming to realize it may take years. Perhaps a whole lifetime to gather and study accounts of every battle that history still remembers.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.