March 4, 2022, 7:58 p.m.(3/21/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Thesbe
Olives can be slippery buggers, though the pears and cream cheese appears to have been the winner at the feast.
At least only three glasses were broken this time.
Written By
Titus
March 4, 2022, 6:15 p.m.(3/21/1017 AR)
With thanks to Skald, not one person really knows what our end will be, nor the hand which will guide us through all the different moments in life towards that final minute as Destiny is shattered. A Queen might move a man or woman. A man or woman can move themselves too, and only then does that person truly begin their own game. No matter how we’re played or by whom, remember our soul is in our own keeping alone.
Even though there’s those who would presume to play us such as Powers, Thrones and Dominions, we are the sole keeper of our soul.
While we may pray to Gloria to keep us strong to our last moment, it is after that when we pass beyond the veil and stand before the great triune of the Queen, the Sentinel and Vellichor as our deeds and actions are read aloud to the ancestors who guard Elysium, we won’t be able to give the excuse that we were told by others to do this or that. Or that the ideals and virtues of the gods weren’t convenient at the time.
This will not suffice.
So may your soul be guarded, may you stand strong until the last moment no matter the pain or suffering you go through. May your soul never yield even if the flesh is weak. For our battle is not with flesh and blood, but against the powers and authorities beyond who desire to not simply shatter a world but destroy your priceless soul.
Dare greatly. Be resolute.
March 4, 2022, 3:52 p.m.(3/20/1017 AR)
Goodness. When one asks for assistance in the written word -- one receives it. I am ever appreciative.
March 4, 2022, 1:04 p.m.(3/20/1017 AR)
Another fucking ghost sighting in the Black Fox - an old soldier, I swear I saw her the LAST time something appeared in there. Same person, a Captain - I could see her insignia now. Only this time she spoke. Because she was sitting right fucking next to me and gods, I hate ghosts...
March 3, 2022, 10:51 p.m.(3/19/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Martinique
Sea and Sky strike me down if I lie:
I did say that, once or thrice, and I've a habit of breaking things.
Though I'd never choke on a drink.
March 3, 2022, 11:57 a.m.(3/18/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Keely
I admit, the growing friendship between Princess Keely Grayson and myself comes as a pleasant surprise. She is kind, earnest, and genuine in her intentions. Time spent with her always proves to be time I am glad to have had - whether she is adopting one of the kittens Fluffy unexpectedly had, accepting dance lessons with personal guard as my stand-in while I am on bed rest, or inviting me out for an interesting evening of drinks. I have had the delight of learning that she is also a thoughtful and generous gift giver. No detail left unconsidered. It has been a joy to get to know her, and I suspect that she will prove to be someone of great importance in my life.
March 3, 2022, 11:43 a.m.(3/18/1017 AR)
It feels rare that I have a chance to visit the Archive as of late, but after such a fun - yes, fun - evening in the company of lovely people, I felt this should be noted. It has been months since I have been able to host a feast at Eswyndol, too. And so it seemed appropriate to do so on the occasion of my birthday (or near enough). I had a wonderful time giving away prizes to those who participated in the lighthearted challenges I posed. If ever you get the chance, see if Dame Martinique Barlinnie will do her impression of my husband for you. Take the glass from her first, though, as she is likely drinking something and it may end up shattered against a wall.
I do have an idea for an event as a result. It involves harpoons.
March 3, 2022, 3:53 a.m.(3/17/1017 AR)
I'm not sure what's more exhausting: Soul searching or trying to find something in my wardrobe.
March 3, 2022, 1:45 a.m.(3/17/1017 AR)
There was a lost messenger in the courtyard, and he left me pearls.
Were they supposed to be anonymous?
I wanted to return them, in case it was by mistake or even on purpose. I can't wear pearls. It would be a horrible waste.
Written By
Savio
March 2, 2022, 7:18 p.m.(3/17/1017 AR)
Three poems are officially submitted for the Festival of Light, so the game is afoot. Hopefully more will arrive as well as we draw closer; nothing like a deadline to spark creativity, I find.
It is as always a pleasure to read compositions I didn't write. Poetry is an insight into the poet, songs a revelation of the singer.
March 2, 2022, 12:04 p.m.(3/16/1017 AR)
When someone tells you, no, this is a place you cannot be... it is the spark that sets my heart on fire. It becomes the one place I long to be above all others. Insatiable.
March 2, 2022, 9:18 a.m.(3/16/1017 AR)
The last battle was one of the few I have managed to come out with out a single injury. It was a long fight and while it would have been nice to keep that witch alive, I was only able to stop her by killing her in a last attempt. I hope ember will be alright She is one hell of a fighter, but we are all human
Written By
Erik
March 1, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(3/14/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Gehenna
The Lady Gehenna intrigues me, a staunch traditionalist but with an open mind, willing to listen to new ideas. I find myself enjoying our conversations, eager to see her again
Written By
Erik
March 1, 2022, 10:50 a.m.(3/14/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Mabelle
Seeing Belle after so long apart was refreshing. She does not seem to bear any ill will and I begin to think I was foolish in my previous assessment. That I misjudged her and that she or perhaps, even more likely, I have have grown in our time apart. There is a newness which intrigues me.
Written By
Erik
March 1, 2022, 10:18 a.m.(3/14/1017 AR)
Returning to Arx is never like coming home. It is always different and new, and this time the city is brimming with ideas and possibilities but where to start? Old friends, new friends, family? So much to catch up on, my head is on a swivel. I must settle my thoughts and align my focus to accomplish real change.
Written By
Amari
Feb. 28, 2022, 9:03 p.m.(3/13/1017 AR)
I very nearly tucked Biscuit the dog under my cloak and took him home with me. No, I don't care if he farts so loudly that he spooks himself. He's adorable and very alert to danger.
Feb. 28, 2022, 5:45 p.m.(3/13/1017 AR)
I'm writing the following at the Shrine of the Thirteenth, and hopefully Leila -- who is wonderful -- will deliver my words to be Archived in my Journal.
I was wondering if.
It's been such a lengthy period of serious introspection. Some tentative steps taken. Some quiet overtures made. So much yearning.
I've made my mind up.
I think that I am ready to take the actions needed to become a full Whisper.
Feb. 28, 2022, 12:41 p.m.(3/12/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Dacian
My most favorite person of all, and he lets me spoil the crap out of him!
Feb. 27, 2022, 10:54 p.m.(3/11/1017 AR)
The verdict is in. The recipe is terrible! It smells like wet dog, tastes bland as paste with the texture of burnt leather and looks like a pile left by a horse.
I am quite certain this inedible mess was someone's idea of a joke.
Written By
Kiera
Feb. 27, 2022, 7:44 p.m.(3/11/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on
Caspian
I could not agree more. A skilled, wise and brave champion both in the arena and out of it