Written By Valdemar
Oct. 13, 2020, 9:58 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Written By Haakon
Oct. 13, 2020, 7:13 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
The likes of us aren't meant to live past fifty.
Written By Svana
Oct. 13, 2020, 4:17 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)
I have a beautiful home where I feel safe. On the streets, prodigals are harassed. Not all that long ago, there was a werewolf stalking our streets. There still may be others. And for people with certain talents - there are dangers untold. I have never been a fearful person up until my ex-husband died and when he went, so appeared a creeping dread that I have never felt before - not even when my precious parents died and I was still a child myself. I fear for my children but it would seem that I cannot even take them to my ancestral home to keep the safe, at the ends of the earth upon a high mountaintop.
Evil doesn't care about the ice and snow. It will seek you out and find you no matter where you are.
So perhaps my fear will push me to live life to its fullest after all, if tomorrow cannot be counted on. People say, 'Do not let your fear control you', 'Do not dwell on past lives, live this one', but what if the latter has the answer for the former? I wish to know. There is so much I wish to know. Knowledge may not be able to control fear but knowing makes you stronger.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 13, 2020, 2:47 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)
A fucking success, if I do say so myself. I'm quite pleased. Maybe I'll make it an annual event, to keep the skills of our doctors, Mercy's, alchemists, and Harlequins honed. And have some fun with goopy fake raspberry gel blood in the process.
Written By Emberly
Oct. 13, 2020, 10:08 a.m.(3/11/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Romulius
they wash ashore
Broken and New.
Once the ocean grabs ahold
the unforgiving tide
molds and shifts pieces ashore
home again once more.
Sometimes for better
these gems of the sea
gleaming in the waves
the waves of thunder
Reeving, Reeping, Roaring
Heart of the sea.
This one could use a revision sometime, but I hope you like it just the same.
Written By Victus
Oct. 13, 2020, 12:50 a.m.(3/11/1014 AR)
Still, it's been the only game I've ever truly been good at since I came of age. I'd had a conversation with our new family from Jadariel not so long ago. It was pointed out that I lack in hobbies that don't revolve around my map table.
Don't have a damn clue what I'd end up doing instead. Don't write books, don't strum instruments, don't weave, don't pound metal into shape. Fishing becomes so monotonous when you've spent so much time at sea already. Hunting means I might have to ride a horse. Hate horses.
Suppose it won't be worth really thinking about until the last thrall is released. But if I'm still alive in the next ten years, I can feel myself heading for one hell of a mid-life crisis.
Written By Orick
Oct. 12, 2020, 6:09 p.m.(3/10/1014 AR)
The prize was a triage tent and I already have several of the same design for the College. I gave away the prize to someone who could use it in good faith, I see great promise in Lady Medeia as a medic and midwife.
Congratulations to everyone who placed, Mercy Azova Darkwater for placing first, Harlequin Lethe Tyde for third.
Written By Gwenna
Oct. 12, 2020, 8:10 a.m.(3/9/1014 AR)
I think I may even be getting a taste for Setarco Fire! In small doses, for it has an intriguing kick to it that sneaks up on a person.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 12, 2020, 4:45 a.m.(3/9/1014 AR)
When the doors opened and I was met with smiles, some of these flutters went away. When Ma took up her flute beside me and I felt the familiar strings beneath my hands, more of these flutters were gone. I took a breath and the notes were there.
Still it was not easy. To share. To look into that crowd. But I am glad to have done this. To open myself and to live in more than ink with others.
The Jade Moon is open. To those who came to celebrate with us, to hear the first part of my history, to share food and drink and music, I give my humble thanks to you. I bow to you.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 12, 2020, 3:02 a.m.(3/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Dycard
I do need to get my hands on a deck of cards of that Queen game.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 12, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(3/9/1014 AR)
I'm apparently not too shabby at hauling bodies. Though, I may have done the worst at sewing up a wound, but here "worst" means "successfully done, just everyone else was being an overachiever"; and, I stand by my claim that a shoddy stitch job makes a more interesting scar and thus I did the patient a favor. The patient was a steak. It's fine. Also, maybe being made to laugh while stitching is a bad idea? Not likely to be laughing while stitching an actual body up.
Side note: It was wonderful to see so many people in the Southport Training Center. Getting folks out in the winter to utilize the space my family helped make happen felt nice.
Written By Dycard
Oct. 11, 2020, 10:29 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Written By Apollo
Oct. 11, 2020, 10:17 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
I think it's true that art belongs to its moment - to an extent. Good art lasts - years and decades and centuries on, you can still tell it's good. You might wonder at the impact it had in its moment, that having got tangled in its own time, but that it's good and that it mattered, that's evident in both the rendering and the care given through years and wars and changed fortunes.
It has been my inclination, when I can, to make heirloom pieces, things that will be cared for and kept and used, damaged and repaired - stories people will armor themselves in, though I had the inclination before I udnerstood particularly why. It has been hard to square the time spent at making things with the idea that they will be worn or used once and then discarded, torn apart for what's next. Yet that there is a next - for that I am grateful. And I would be lost I think if I did not sometimes make something to acknowledge only a moment - pitch a trinket in a fire, like a heart's wish.
Making armor, it might be that everything I make is about a future. An expectation. But that's the wearer's expectation, not mine. To craft something now with a vision of a future hundreds of years on - I felt for a moment sure, this is what we do when we're at our best. If love is a hope we let walk around outside us, then it's an act of love to make something meant for a day we won't see, can't be sure will come.
So then a rest, and some new things for spring.
Written By Vitalis
Oct. 11, 2020, 10:04 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
The reception was a stunning affair, ably orchestrated by Nina Autumndale, and one to remember.
I pray for Limerance's blessings on Valardin and Pravus for a fruitful and mutually beneficial alliance.
Written By Sabella
Oct. 11, 2020, 10:02 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
I do hope they make it a yearly event! Not getting married, of course, but throwing a party to celebrate it!
Written By Sabella
Oct. 11, 2020, 10:01 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
I do highly recommend that everyone stop by there!
Written By Lucita
Oct. 11, 2020, 9:57 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
Written By Porter
Oct. 11, 2020, 9:54 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
Written By Valencia
Oct. 11, 2020, 9:37 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
Much like people, there is always something wonderful to be found and enjoyed in every season.
However, this year, I am especially grateful for the extra chill. It makes harvesting ice for my Hart's growing cellars and expanded storage much more easier.
Thank goodness Missere Master Barkeep Maggnus and my dearest Lizette were so clever to bring this to my attention. Not only with regard to the expansion that will allow us to keep our guests very well cared for well throughout the year, but that we might harvest more ice than before.
Clever indeed. With so much success we have found that we are able to doubled the number of staff to see to this work and ensure that we are all very well set when summer's heat returns.
I wonder if our guests will remember the wicked, icy kiss of this winter as they seek a little bit of our ice to soothe them.
Written By Elizabetha
Oct. 11, 2020, 8:41 p.m.(3/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagny
I shall employ her every time a rich prince wishes a wager, I think.
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