Written By Tyrus
Dec. 2, 2020, 8:12 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
Not to worry, I've learnt my lesson.
Written By Yuri
Dec. 2, 2020, 5:52 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
And so, Bartolomeo was sent up from the south some time ago. He only recently arrived to the Villa this morning, of all things! I did not mind Bartolomeo back home but he was /too/ attentive. Always writing, always watching. Always clicking and tutting when there was a slight. Perhaps he's changed some but I can only imagine what his goal is here in Arx. Hopefully, on some parallel road, he, too, will find his liberation moving to the city.
Yet, of what I heard from the guards recently, I will be disappointed. Gravely disappointed.
Written By Ciro
Dec. 2, 2020, 5:21 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)
Written By Sunaia
Dec. 2, 2020, 1:16 p.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
I leave again - I return again.
I realize that dark, richly packed dirt and leaf litter and grasses are kinder on bared feet than the pathways of the city. Walk around long enough without boots and the soles of the feet get hard and calloused like the paw pads of the hounds I run with. With and alongside. We run. We hunt. We eat when we're hungry and sleep when we're weary.
I know it's a danger to be in the woods these days, but, when I think about how the dangers lurk everywhere around us - I would rather risk the freedom of forests than the confines of the city.
I leave - I return.
Yes, I wouldn't trade this freedom for anything.
Written By Amari
Dec. 2, 2020, 12:24 p.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
The cruelty of the tidings delivered so unexpectedly shocked me to the core. My heart has become like a solid lump of ice in my chest. I still don't quite believe what's being presumed, and won't until I see it with my own eyes. No matter what, there will be an 'and beyond' to this story, I promise that. Whether it's written in blood, or howled with rage into the bitter Everwinter winds, it will be finished only when the crawling filth and rot responsible is scoured clean.
Written By Sapphira
Dec. 2, 2020, 12:22 p.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Oddmun
Written By Bree
Dec. 2, 2020, 11:21 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
I have never been any good at riddles.
Written By Amari
Dec. 2, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
Yes, I know I'm being incredibly vague, but making plain all the details would ruin the fun of it.
Written By Ember
Dec. 2, 2020, 10:53 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
In every arena of my life I stare down seas blanketed by the thickest of fog. What appears to be smooth sailing, I am told is perilous with jagged rocks. What appears to be certain doom, I am told is the way forward. Another voice speaks, to tell me that both ways are folly, and that the map I have trusted my entire life is written wrong, and has been misleading myself and others since the moments of our births.
Beyond this, there are the matters of the heart. Those who are most dear to me are those who are beyond my reach. Those for whom I would cast aside noble imperatives and consider the scandal of a marriage based on...
I have written too much and do not care to write anymore. My ladies-in-waiting will have to make do with the ink that is here, and no more.
Written By Piccola
Dec. 2, 2020, 10:17 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
For as long as I could remember, I was abandoned. My siblings and I were taught that the strong survive to rule by parents who believed that the fate wrought by time should not be an impediment but merely a problem to overcome. When we were exiled, my father suffered his destiny but my mother chose hers, being nowhere when I was to learn how to be a lady rather than a survivor. And when the rest of my family scattered to the wind -- our pasts made it impossible to trust one another -- I too became a leaf on the wind.
And then I was summoned to serve my House once more.
But my House cannot be around me at all times. The nights in which I drank myself to sleep are not so far behind that I cannot feel their touch at the back of my neck. I feel all too much the sensation of being alone, but not lonely, in a crowd of peers who smile and laugh together, warmed by the sort of company they are familiar with. But I can neither attend dances surrounded by sellswords nor expect to be embraced by those who will judge me not on where I have been but where I have been. My hands are empty; my arms strained; and my eyes dried.
You must believe, wise general, that there is a greater purpose for your suffering than simply to be tempered by it.
Written By Oddmun
Dec. 2, 2020, 9:52 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
But Sapphira believes I should keep something for the future. Since she is now my wife, I suppose it is sage advice.
The foaling season is in full swing and the latest courses are looking to be a fine bunch. I have a few colts I need to show to Princess Zara for her help when I first came to the city.
I also need to remember to ask Sasha who it was that she said to speak to on my dreams. They are still happening. Though I suppose it is too late to assist with the Eurusi. With everyone preparing for the inevitability of war; I find myself listless and unsure how to help the houses that depend on me.
Something else I will need to look into.
Written By Strozza
Dec. 2, 2020, 9:47 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
At the end of your latest silent trek?
A rodent to catch with skill to wow?
Foolish we, for you see only a dusty speck.
Written By Lianne
Dec. 2, 2020, 7:55 a.m.(6/28/1014 AR)
Did it disappear while I was sleeping or did I dream a different sky?
Written By Macario
Dec. 1, 2020, 11:39 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
I ask you, because I've asked this question a few times, and you'll never guess the popular response? The pounding of the fist. Still... occasionally we can do things differently, right? Like trying a red wine instead of the usual white...
Written By Piccola
Dec. 1, 2020, 8:03 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
For many, honor is the way you treat others. But this is a form of conduct. We honor the Gods; we honor the dead; and we honor our agreements. This is not what the wise man meant.
It is more difficult to describe what honor is. The consistency of doing what one says one will is honorable, but it is not honor to me. For me, honor is made up of the quiet things that no one ever knows. This is that desirable conduct which others find in us and means the most to those who step onto the battlefield. It is worth dying for; it is worth killing for.
Knowing what is the right thing to do is a matter of wisdom. Seeing it through is a matter of courage. And never seeking payment for it is honor.
Do well and mind your honor, wise general.
Written By Valencia
Dec. 1, 2020, 7:38 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
Some with weapon and others with words. Some with acts of public defiance, while others quietly work for the cause in ways we will never see or hear about.
All of this, this heart, this unshrinking strength, this resiliency, is essential as we face and defeat our foes.
Together, we shall rise. Together, we shall prevail.
After all, we are Arvani.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 1, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(6/26/1014 AR)
It doesn't make sense. None of it does. It defies rhyme, reason, and natural philosophy. Fucking HATE IT.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 2:15 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Calla
She came to me first, at a birthday party. That was the choice she made, to approach me, introduce herself, but when the party was over, she made efforts to continue. Efforts that I will appreciate. Efforts that did not mirror in others. It was a kindness, that I later learned, which was mutual. We both understand the position of the other is in and find it easy to share conversation, evasive as she is with her answers. Though I can't blame her for that. I have stumbled and made a snap decision early on, but, she didn't hold that against me. I am relieved. I feel a little bit more like myself around her too, after the card games. I find I'm a lot less than what I'm to be and more of who I was, still, an odd combination of both. It is a comfort to know, that there can be things such a friends. I have another to thank for opening me up to that realm of possibility.
But I still wonder, can people, exist, without an agenda? Is it in our nature to have a relationship without their desires guiding them...
A strong word.
Written By Dio
Dec. 1, 2020, 12:52 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciro
Lord Ciro, who some hours earlier had been in the most dissolute state, stood before a tower of silver, with a flock of courtiers and visiting nobles. We shared several drinks, and I gambled away some coin. The crew was raucous but merry, and an alluring courtier chose me for her dance partner. Having enjoyed the pleasures of the Hart, I retired to the palazzo.
The next day, I saw my cousin pass through the hall wearing some handsome new boots. Gamblers throughout the city are no doubt rubbing their hands.
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