Sept. 24, 2022, 4:27 p.m.(6/11/1018 AR)
Another Sip'n Spar success. So very grateful to all that came and to those who kindly donated.
Special thanks to Prince Patrizio of Pravus for helping to house it and his generosity and to Missere Master Caspian Wild for hosting and being our guest Sergeant of Arms for the evening.
I would love to publicly thank our donors, but will ask their permission first so they can retain privacy, if they wish. Their comfort is important to me.
We now await a finally tally and discussions with our beneficiaries. I hope this will help.
It was a wonderful night. Everyone was a delight. I'm excited to see what comes next. Until then I shall bask in the happy glow of all those who participated and the good they have done for just a little longer.
So grateful.
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Sept. 24, 2022, 3:47 p.m.(6/11/1018 AR)
Today, Scholar, I got told I don't know shit. The same person then told me to choke on a turd. Since I got no answer to my question from the person who'd said both these things in the same breath, I shall ask you and your fellows - if I don't know shit, how will I know I've found a turd to choke on?
An enquiring mind wishes to know.
Sept. 24, 2022, 3:31 p.m.(6/11/1018 AR)
Such an exciting week! Lady Ann has my patron, a delightful dinner, sparing - if only my research was going as well. But, I'll carry on. We always do.
Sept. 24, 2022, 3:24 p.m.(6/11/1018 AR)
I truly loathe stairs.
Climbing them is not so terrible. That merely requires grit and determination.
It's descending that is the problem.
Sept. 24, 2022, 3:10 p.m.(6/11/1018 AR)
Sometimes the only way to deal with what you have become is to fall back upon who you used to be.
Who said old habits are a bad practice?
Sept. 24, 2022, 11:14 a.m.(6/10/1018 AR)
It was interesting to see sailors and soldiers learning a new song to sing together. Rough voices, sweet ones, some who could not sing at all and merely chanted... or growled the words yet all with the same intent, the same effort, to encourage thralls, 'help yourselves, we're here to help free you, now do your part'. Maybe that simple song is a little seed that can grow and spread amid the thralls and end this conflict. May Skald and Jayus bless the effort.
Sept. 24, 2022, 12:30 a.m.(6/10/1018 AR)
"You know. I can pour my own tea." I will never forget these words until the day I die.
Written By
Elora
Sept. 23, 2022, 11:46 p.m.(6/9/1018 AR)
Murdoch and Essie are lovely children, happy ones who love to burble and coo. That being said, Essie has colic, which will blessedly pass with time. The poor dear is miserable in the evenings, and I find myself praying that we all make it through this with our sanity intact. She cries very loudly.
Written By
Elora
Sept. 23, 2022, 11:41 p.m.(6/9/1018 AR)
I have a new patron. I hope that we are able to spend time together.
Sept. 23, 2022, 5:18 p.m.(6/9/1018 AR)
I find myself in a maelstorm of emotions of late. Every step precariously taken.
Sept. 22, 2022, 12:06 p.m.(6/6/1018 AR)
What was the saying? One door opens, another closes? Or was it one door closes, break the windows and set fire to the roof?
Sept. 22, 2022, 9:54 a.m.(6/6/1018 AR)
Strange men singing about pies outside my house. Did I mention my house is near the cemetery? Do you know how -jarring- that is when you're up at the ugliest hour after having fallen asleep on your couch? I thought I was dreaming. Or that the house was finally haunted, or -worse-. Whoever you are, I know I hit you in the head, I think, I'm quite sorry, but please understand you were unnerving as needles in a wool sweater.
Written By
Aedin
Sept. 21, 2022, 8:37 p.m.(6/5/1018 AR)
I became a stranger's good luck charm the other day, it was one of my firsts since returning to the city and I found it a very entertaining position to be placed within. He even won, so there is something to be said about my abilities. And his, I suppose, since it was a sparring match. We can equally take credit for it.
Written By
Ilira
Sept. 20, 2022, 9:48 p.m.(6/3/1018 AR)
It can be difficult to tell the difference between numbness and resilience. I thought I'd go numb if this happened again, but all I feel is free, and inexplicably contented.
Written By
Giada
Sept. 20, 2022, 6:03 p.m.(6/3/1018 AR)
In honour of the Dark Reflection, this is a reminder that the Shrine of the Thirteenth God provides legal services to any stopped, frisked, and charged in some way within the city of Arx. Should you need the representation of Tehom's Advocates, reach out to myself, Legate Vayne of the Lost, Princess Isolde Pravus, or any other Mirrormask. We will meet with you as soon as possible and discuss the particulars of your case.
In service to Him,
- Blessed Giada
Voice of Tehom
Sept. 18, 2022, 9:04 p.m.(5/27/1018 AR)
I really wish I could squeeze more time out of the day or read minds.. both perhaps. It would certainly be more efficient.
Maybe I need an assistant..
Hmm..
Written By
Raven
Sept. 18, 2022, 9:03 p.m.(5/27/1018 AR)
I am beyond blessed to have so many who are so eager to share wisdom or lend a helping hand. I know some get frusterated I don't ask for help more-Sometimes I don't know what to ask for but it is good to know I'm never alone.
Written By
Amari
Sept. 18, 2022, 7:37 p.m.(5/27/1018 AR)
Away again, there's much to do at home and no one I'd wish to delegate the work to. It's time to turn the earth and plant new seed. With Petrichor's blessing and by our labors we will reap a bounty.
Sept. 18, 2022, 1:15 p.m.(5/27/1018 AR)
This war had been brewing for much longer than seven years. Even when Eswynd were Abandoned, before kneeling to Tyde there were tensions between Thrax and Grayson over some murdered Isles princess, and within Thrax there were tensions of Old Ways against them who looked to the mainland. It's a piece of great irony that I've always favored the Old Ways and scorned the mainland, yet here we are.
With all that said, seems safe to claim that the declaration that Thrax would see thralldom banned in seven year were the point past which war of some sort and size were unavoidable.
And there were clashes before this war we're declared. Ivanites fought us at Pieros Bay and afterward, but not until Nightcove reaved, Margot were murdered and Dagon broke his oaths was the current war fought in earnest.
That was near twelve months past, with no likely end in sight. Many battles have been fought, many tens of thousands of souls spent. Kinstrife truly is the ugliest form of warring.
Mayhap a storm that grew for seven year afore breaking will need a further seven to spend itself. Or mayhap the Oathbreaker dies of a stubbed toe and Anders Nightcove loses his puppet.
Sept. 18, 2022, 12:40 p.m.(5/27/1018 AR)
Yikes! I didn't realize I had so much stuff! Makes this so much harder!