Written By Kiera
July 3, 2022, 4:37 p.m.(12/10/1017 AR)
Nice to see so many folks offering aid at Princesses Keely and denica's meeting today
Written By Remus
July 3, 2022, 2:11 p.m.(12/10/1017 AR)
My finger can attest that the toucans are quite real.
Written By Remus
July 3, 2022, 2:09 p.m.(12/10/1017 AR)
Sometimes I have no idea what is real and what is a cunning creation around the palais.
Written By Kiera
July 3, 2022, 1:02 p.m.(12/10/1017 AR)
Drake threw thea an overdue birthday party for Thea aboard the Seas the day. It was a small but delightful gathering. We really must make more time for social gatherings. I got to see my friend cadern. We quickly board others with our scholar talk so we tabled it for a later time. I'm looking forward to continue our discusion. I do love my scholat talk
Written By Kiera
July 3, 2022, 10:55 a.m.(12/10/1017 AR)
I had the pleasure of being a spectator at an archery tournament at Clearlake Lodge. My thanks to Contess Acantha Clearlake for hosting the event and congratulations to Lady Rosalind, Lord Mattheu and Lord Kastelon on their performance
Written By Arman
July 3, 2022, 10:47 a.m.(12/10/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Aconite
One does not gain the rank of Softest Whisper without first possessing considerable talent and charms. So then it may be somewhat redundant to extoll the virtues of one Aconite Whisper. Nevertheless, it would be remiss of me to not at least mention what a remarkable individual I find her to be. All that time she has spent in the Lyceum has likely left me biased, but one should find out for themselves.
Written By Mabelle
July 2, 2022, 1:36 p.m.(12/8/1017 AR)
A battle with mud.
I lost.
A boot.
I lost.
A boot.
Written By Mailys
July 2, 2022, 7:32 a.m.(12/8/1017 AR)
All this talk of husbands.
Written By Mabelle
July 2, 2022, 6:48 a.m.(12/8/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Nicos
Sometimes chance needs bring the opportunities to meet people we would not otherwise and then learn we have more in common with them than we think.
Written By Aconite
July 2, 2022, 12:51 a.m.(12/7/1017 AR)
Can you hear it in your soul
The melody that sounds within us
You will not be able to know
What it is, deafened by division and closed hearts
The sun is not the only shining guide
Across the eons, we have shone as we withstood
Through darkness and ceaseless struggle
Standing as one, like a beacon
Our own light
Look beyond that is set before you,
Don’t deny it, raise your eyes
Cast your gaze towards the furthest reaches,
And as you search deep within
Recognize the ties that bind
Tear away the veil
Rouse from your slumbering hesitation
Let yourself know the feeling
of multitudes at your bidding
Growing higher, ever spiraling
All these hopes and dreams
That seem so new
That you have always known
You have always felt this is not who you are
But all of your questions
Do have answers…
Where will be
There has always been
Your own Light.
The melody that sounds within us
You will not be able to know
What it is, deafened by division and closed hearts
The sun is not the only shining guide
Across the eons, we have shone as we withstood
Through darkness and ceaseless struggle
Standing as one, like a beacon
Our own light
Look beyond that is set before you,
Don’t deny it, raise your eyes
Cast your gaze towards the furthest reaches,
And as you search deep within
Recognize the ties that bind
Tear away the veil
Rouse from your slumbering hesitation
Let yourself know the feeling
of multitudes at your bidding
Growing higher, ever spiraling
All these hopes and dreams
That seem so new
That you have always known
You have always felt this is not who you are
But all of your questions
Do have answers…
Where will be
There has always been
Your own Light.
Written By Medeia
July 2, 2022, 12:50 a.m.(12/7/1017 AR)
Having the chance to attend a purely social event has been a rare thing in recent months. However, even an offhand agreement to Princess Keely must be honored, and so Haakon and I made an appearance at Princess Isolde's plant masquerade. I am glad that I did not make the effort to try and determine who was behind each mask - though I did figure out two, purely by chance. A gentlemanly orchid joined me in a dance.
Little can replace the particular relief that comes from being able to enjoy an evening without your guard up or guards at your back. One might suggest guard should always be up at a Lycene event, but I suppose I was feeling nostalgic for a taste of home.
Little can replace the particular relief that comes from being able to enjoy an evening without your guard up or guards at your back. One might suggest guard should always be up at a Lycene event, but I suppose I was feeling nostalgic for a taste of home.
Written By Aedric
July 1, 2022, 5:23 p.m.(12/6/1017 AR)
There was a time when I struggled to comprehend what triggered Oswald's slow descent into madness.
And then, after terrible news was recently delivered to me, I finally glimpsed it -- a realization as unexpected as it was profound.
I posit that there was no event which directly precipitated his deterioration. Instead, it had been there with him, with us, all along. This incessant noise, like a voice, droning and unintelligible. Waiting, biding its time. No different than the sound of a beating heart, or the tide crashing against the shoreline, or the wind whipping the fabrics of a tattered sail. At times, it is no louder than a whisper. But during moments of great duress, it screams.
When I was younger, much younger, I found relief in my dreams. No longer. It follows me there, now, and shows me things that I do not wish to see.
I fear these troubles in the Isles will soon give it a mouth from which to speak.
And then, after terrible news was recently delivered to me, I finally glimpsed it -- a realization as unexpected as it was profound.
I posit that there was no event which directly precipitated his deterioration. Instead, it had been there with him, with us, all along. This incessant noise, like a voice, droning and unintelligible. Waiting, biding its time. No different than the sound of a beating heart, or the tide crashing against the shoreline, or the wind whipping the fabrics of a tattered sail. At times, it is no louder than a whisper. But during moments of great duress, it screams.
When I was younger, much younger, I found relief in my dreams. No longer. It follows me there, now, and shows me things that I do not wish to see.
I fear these troubles in the Isles will soon give it a mouth from which to speak.
Written By Sydney
July 1, 2022, 11:30 a.m.(12/6/1017 AR)
My swings between blind optimism and utter disillusionment are unlikely to be the death of me.
The drinking it inspires might.
The drinking it inspires might.
Written By Isolde
July 1, 2022, 8:14 a.m.(12/6/1017 AR)
I cannot recommend the Salad Bards enough. Contact their lead singer to book a performance for your next event.
Written By Preston
July 1, 2022, 8:10 a.m.(12/6/1017 AR)
That which defends and preserves the Faiths and the Gods' ideals must, by its nature, be necessary and permitted. That is the nature of the Carnifex. I do not know if my duty to see these threats to the Faith removed will end me before I end them, but I know that what we do is necessary.
It does not mean I will not weep for the cost of it. It does not mean I will not strain every sinew seeking some alternative to the obvious answer, to the conflict that comes. But when the decision point comes, when Skald presents to us that final choice, I know that such pursuits are over. They are to salve my heart, to steel my resolve. To help me know that the choice I will make is the only one I can ever make. The only choice I have ever made. The only choice I will ever make. For the Faith eternal, enduring, unbowed and unbroken.
And I will bear the costs of that on my heart as surely as I bear the scars of each battle on my body.
It does not mean I will not weep for the cost of it. It does not mean I will not strain every sinew seeking some alternative to the obvious answer, to the conflict that comes. But when the decision point comes, when Skald presents to us that final choice, I know that such pursuits are over. They are to salve my heart, to steel my resolve. To help me know that the choice I will make is the only one I can ever make. The only choice I have ever made. The only choice I will ever make. For the Faith eternal, enduring, unbowed and unbroken.
And I will bear the costs of that on my heart as surely as I bear the scars of each battle on my body.
Written By Haakon
June 30, 2022, 1:45 p.m.(12/4/1017 AR)
I've writ on this before, yet it bears saying again after the battle of Darkshore Isle.
The use of fire in war at sea is not easy, and not reliable. Firepots loaded into artillery are difficult to aim, and if a sailor mishandles a pot they, and their ship are fucked. If the catapult jerks too hard and cracks the pot in launching, you spread fire all over your own decks. If folk load up fireships, once lit, they can hardly steer the damn things unless you have a ship full of folk willing to die with it. Even then you need favorable winds and an enemy in tight formation.
What the Bloodbrooks did at Darkwater was waited until the fleets were locked, and set fire to everything. Themselves, their foes, everything. Because the direction of wind does much for spreading a fire, so an eye to wind direction must always be kept, but when a knot of ships are all bound up together, fire will gradually spread until all ships are burnt, or until lines are cut and the windward ships row for distance.
Fire at sea is a weapon of the desperate.
And it can be a deadly one for all involved.
When my people were yet Abandoned, we loathed Thraxian Fire, not because it was the first weapon Thrax would use against us, but because in the unlikely chance that we ever managed to corner a Thraxian warship or three, managed to overcome their better weapons, better armor, and greater numbers, and somehow stood poised to defeat them... they could just smash a few canisters of Thraxian Fire and take us down with them.
Fire isn't some magic sword that delivers victory. It's a mess that makes both sides lose.
At Darkwater, the Dagonite fleet was prepared to lose for the sake of harming us as well, as they had a second fleet at hand. The lesson of the battle off Darkwater isn't that fire is a great weapon, it's that folk need always keep a reserve.
The use of fire in war at sea is not easy, and not reliable. Firepots loaded into artillery are difficult to aim, and if a sailor mishandles a pot they, and their ship are fucked. If the catapult jerks too hard and cracks the pot in launching, you spread fire all over your own decks. If folk load up fireships, once lit, they can hardly steer the damn things unless you have a ship full of folk willing to die with it. Even then you need favorable winds and an enemy in tight formation.
What the Bloodbrooks did at Darkwater was waited until the fleets were locked, and set fire to everything. Themselves, their foes, everything. Because the direction of wind does much for spreading a fire, so an eye to wind direction must always be kept, but when a knot of ships are all bound up together, fire will gradually spread until all ships are burnt, or until lines are cut and the windward ships row for distance.
Fire at sea is a weapon of the desperate.
And it can be a deadly one for all involved.
When my people were yet Abandoned, we loathed Thraxian Fire, not because it was the first weapon Thrax would use against us, but because in the unlikely chance that we ever managed to corner a Thraxian warship or three, managed to overcome their better weapons, better armor, and greater numbers, and somehow stood poised to defeat them... they could just smash a few canisters of Thraxian Fire and take us down with them.
Fire isn't some magic sword that delivers victory. It's a mess that makes both sides lose.
At Darkwater, the Dagonite fleet was prepared to lose for the sake of harming us as well, as they had a second fleet at hand. The lesson of the battle off Darkwater isn't that fire is a great weapon, it's that folk need always keep a reserve.
Written By Temira
June 30, 2022, 12:50 p.m.(12/4/1017 AR)
Lucky that I was able to jump ship the moment it burned down. Eswynds are particularly sentimental about ships either. The wind cares not as it is to be said about something like that.
I was able to manage despite having a pretty bad wound. I have a feeling things will only get worse from here on out.
I was able to manage despite having a pretty bad wound. I have a feeling things will only get worse from here on out.
Written By Lucita
June 30, 2022, 11:33 a.m.(12/4/1017 AR)
The masquerade at the Velenosa Ballroom was delightful. No one dropped dead at my feet, none of the fabric plant accents misbehaved, nor did any of the attendees...at least so far as I could tell. The hostess was charming and took time to talk and dance. I hated to leave early, but sadly, duty called.
Written By Ilvin
June 30, 2022, 12:52 a.m.(12/3/1017 AR)
Quite a lot has changed since I've last truly walked the streets of Arx. There are many more shops and sights to see, and it seemed like you can walk the markets for hours on end to find even more new things just around the corner. The Hall of Heroes is a little more full with more stories to remember by, and sometimes I wonder if I should be glad that these tales will never be forgotten, or saddened at these memorials that tell of lives cut too short. Heroes, all, and their sacrifice forever remembered, but nonetheless gone.
I feel that it's in such moments of great change that it is also wise to remember what we have: Oaths, promises, and vows. The bonds shared with friends, loves, and family that endure. The morals and ideals we have, and the little things we do every day for ourselves and others. These all are there to remind you not only of who you are and what you stand for, but also those who will be your support no matter how uncertain the path gets.
Behind every great hero is someone who believed in them, no matter what.
I feel that it's in such moments of great change that it is also wise to remember what we have: Oaths, promises, and vows. The bonds shared with friends, loves, and family that endure. The morals and ideals we have, and the little things we do every day for ourselves and others. These all are there to remind you not only of who you are and what you stand for, but also those who will be your support no matter how uncertain the path gets.
Behind every great hero is someone who believed in them, no matter what.
Written By Tesha
June 29, 2022, 10:47 p.m.(12/3/1017 AR)
The masquerade that Princess Isolde held was one of those events that I would usually stay on the fringes for. This time I didn't and I had the most fun I've had in a long time.
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