Written By Lucita
Aug. 4, 2022, 11:18 a.m.(2/20/1018 AR)
My mind needed a break from all the turmoil and the puzzling over the riddles that have presented themselves lately. I spent a few days enjoying the gardens and library at the Golden Hart then retreated to my music room to compose an instrumental piece and a dance to accompany it. If I manage to polish it up in time, will display it at the Bard's College winter concert.
Written By Tesha
Aug. 3, 2022, 10:19 p.m.(2/19/1018 AR)
We had a wonderful turn out for the Winter Gauntlet this year. Master Caspian took first prize, Lord Edris took second and Mistress Raven took third. Dame Felicia, Lord Kritr and Marquessa Dominique all had good showings as well. Everyone that participated ran well though. I can't wait until the Spring so that we can run the next.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 3, 2022, 6:43 p.m.(2/19/1018 AR)
It finally landed what the nonsense about Dagon wanting the Thrax sword reminded me of.
It's the spoiled pissant child who wagers a favorite toy that he can beat another child, and not only loses, but gets crushed and has to hand over the toy. Most childer would learn from that and not repeat the blunder.
But spoiled little shits like Dagon go crying back to their fathers, who come marching over to demand that the toy be given back.
I don't fault Anders fucking Nightcove for making the speech, he's invested too much in Dagon by now, and in my metaphor, Dagon is the worthless son he's stuck with and needs to make the best of, so he must embarrass himself in public so his spoiled little shit of a son doesn't pout.
It's the spoiled pissant child who wagers a favorite toy that he can beat another child, and not only loses, but gets crushed and has to hand over the toy. Most childer would learn from that and not repeat the blunder.
But spoiled little shits like Dagon go crying back to their fathers, who come marching over to demand that the toy be given back.
I don't fault Anders fucking Nightcove for making the speech, he's invested too much in Dagon by now, and in my metaphor, Dagon is the worthless son he's stuck with and needs to make the best of, so he must embarrass himself in public so his spoiled little shit of a son doesn't pout.
Written By Giada
Aug. 3, 2022, 12:14 p.m.(2/19/1018 AR)
I'm told I need to rest, that my body has stopped keeping up my mind. And yet, there's so much to do; I have promises to keep and duties that only I can fulfill. How could I neglect my service to the gods?
It is stubbornnes and an abhorance of mental stagnation that grips me. The answer to my question can only be found in Reflection, and so I am forced to rest anyway. At least I still have some projects to stave off the worst.
It is stubbornnes and an abhorance of mental stagnation that grips me. The answer to my question can only be found in Reflection, and so I am forced to rest anyway. At least I still have some projects to stave off the worst.
Written By Clover
Aug. 3, 2022, 10:03 a.m.(2/18/1018 AR)
With so much going on there's not really been a proper time to write, to express, let alone convey news. My stomach showing now, signs of life, a strong mover as well. I fear what will come, but I know that this one will make it..
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 2, 2022, 9:03 p.m.(2/17/1018 AR)
A sailor always watches the stars when they sail, for they can be their friend more so than even the sun. Yet I've come to look upon the shooting stars in a different light than I once did. What was once a short-lived distraction, a moment of awe and beauty soon gone, has become something more profound. The final flight of the forlorn.
It ends now as it always does, light fading into darkness. I always watch for a bit longer, part of me hoping that my eyes deceived me, that perhaps there's still some glimmer of light somewhere, further away. There never is.
Beautiful, as only tragedy can be.
It ends now as it always does, light fading into darkness. I always watch for a bit longer, part of me hoping that my eyes deceived me, that perhaps there's still some glimmer of light somewhere, further away. There never is.
Beautiful, as only tragedy can be.
Written By Thea
Aug. 2, 2022, 7:55 p.m.(2/17/1018 AR)
One down, one to go....
Written By Sonnet
Aug. 2, 2022, 3:38 p.m.(2/17/1018 AR)
It's been ages since I've had reason to bake a cake. I think this Embassy-thingy will be a good excuse! And it will go much better than last time, I know it.
Written By Dominique
Aug. 2, 2022, 2:39 a.m.(2/16/1018 AR)
My brother would likely chide me for not doing my duty in writing of my return to the city sooner, were he still around. It has been a whirlwind of activity since I arrived, with no signs of slowing. It is a blessing to be here with my husband and my sister again, though as usual, duty takes precedence. There is much to do.
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 1, 2022, 11:11 p.m.(2/15/1018 AR)
As I look upon the paintings that were left behind when I departed, the purpose behind their existence returns to me. Funny, how you can be gone for years, only for it all to come back to you, like a tidal wave upon unsuspecting shore.
Written By Tesha
Aug. 1, 2022, 10:13 p.m.(2/15/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaspard
I am glad to see him returned to the City. Though we will need to get him caught up on all the happenings.
Written By Ida
Aug. 1, 2022, 7:22 p.m.(2/15/1018 AR)
There was a cow at our parents farm that would get it into her head to chase me if I was in the field too long. Maybe she didn't like the noise I made while trying to fix one of the plows or the like. I was terrified of her after awhile, being as young as I was then. Today, though, she seems less scary. At least she didn't have fangs. Or a sword.
Written By Scylla
Aug. 1, 2022, 1:15 p.m.(2/15/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
Dagon on a tall cross. What a good way to ruin a beautiful sunrise.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 1, 2022, 2:53 a.m.(2/14/1018 AR)
Dagon is no Prince, no Thrax, and the nearest he'll come to being Highlord of the Mourning Sea is when we give him an especially tall cross on the shore before sunrise, so in the Morning all can See how High the Lord managed to climb in the end.
Fuck Dagon.
Fuck Dagon.
Written By Raven
July 31, 2022, 10:09 p.m.(2/13/1018 AR)
I'm guilty of many sins and been known to say and do many unseemly things but never thought elation over a sage offering insight I'd been struggling to find would be the thing that finally sees me rebuked. These are strange times we live in. Still worth it as the people seeking the guidance did finally find guidance more worthy than what I had to offer.
Written By Vittorio
July 31, 2022, 10:06 p.m.(2/13/1018 AR)
Although the journey here was harrowed by the sheer audacity of the snow to mar my way, eventually I have arrived and returned to Arx. Despite winter's best efforts, I have received a warm welcome and have already turned my eyes towards what I can hope to accomplish here. It is good to be back among friends.
Written By Giorgio
July 31, 2022, 10:03 p.m.(2/13/1018 AR)
I've never considered myself much of a fighter, let alone a soldier. And yet I found myself aboard a ship in the Mourning Isles alongside my brother, Caspian, and Lord Titus Vaevici. All of us made it through to tell the tale, to sleep safe once again in our own beds. And yet... I still hear the yells and screams of rage, the song of steel on steel or worse, steel on flesh. I see a trident pinning a friend to the mast of our ship.
Every night I relive flashes of that battle in my dreams and cannot help but wonder each morning with the sun rise if this is the sort of vision that haunts every soldier fighting for causes they view as just, no matter which side of the battle they are on...
Every night I relive flashes of that battle in my dreams and cannot help but wonder each morning with the sun rise if this is the sort of vision that haunts every soldier fighting for causes they view as just, no matter which side of the battle they are on...
Written By Luis
July 31, 2022, 8:22 p.m.(2/13/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Raven
An interesting fighter, in a good way. I look forward to seeing how she continues to apply herself all across the compact. Likely another rising star in the making.
Written By Luis
July 31, 2022, 8:21 p.m.(2/13/1018 AR)
A mighty naval battle and it was with some trepidation that I awaited news of the results. There is much to be done now, with the turning of coats and the like. I am grateful that my family has returned home safely. Now to help aid those whom have not.
Written By Fortunato
July 31, 2022, 8:18 p.m.(2/13/1018 AR)
Still thinking around Limerance. I who largely avoid vows, not truly out of a lack of loyalty, but out of terribly broad loyalties. I fear I will have to percolate a couple more days.
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