Written By Gwenna
Feb. 26, 2022, 4:42 p.m.(3/9/1017 AR)
When the grasp of winter loosens, I hope to travel to Farhaven again, should that be deemed safe enough to do. It's not that I don't like winter in Farhaven, by any means, but traveling this time of year can be more trouble than it may be worth. It has been too long since I've spoken with my mother in person just to do so. She is a tough woman, and I do see her when there are events and things to be done in the holding, but it's different when I go just to see her. Sometimes, I just need her fortitude as a reminder of who I am and where I come from. "Pick your battles," she will sometimes say. "And of those, put two more away."
Written By Ida
Feb. 26, 2022, 4:31 p.m.(3/9/1017 AR)
I have one special commission to work on and then a bunch of projects I've put off for too long that need doing. The shop may get stocked still, when I need a break from the other things, but it might be a bit before I'm ready to throw myself into commissions again.
Written By Ailys
Feb. 26, 2022, 4:18 p.m.(3/8/1017 AR)
I feel like I have walked out of a fog. And there is so much to do.
Written By Medeia
Feb. 26, 2022, 11:57 a.m.(3/8/1017 AR)
Some time ago, I was branded a "Shav sympathizer" for daring to suggest that the Compact may need allies and that Prodigals should be treated better. This has not sat well with me, as the label suggests that I am, in some way, positioned against the safety and promise of the Compact. That is absurd.
My duty as a noble is to ensure that my people are well, to see the threats against them and ensure the tools are in place to stop those threats. Never have I permitted a threat from Shav'Arvani to flourish. When the Velniavis of Oksehode dared to steal sheep from Eswynd Rock? I was there with my people as we dismantled their three settlements. Their children have been taken in by Eswynders and our vassals, to be raised as followers of the Pantheon and protectors of Arvum. In the face of heretical adherents to a twisted version of the Sentinel's ideals, I also stood among the victorious in crushing the Shav clan Vodyanoy. My firsthand knowledge of their settlement from having been held captive by them proved invaluable in their destruction. I have faced Shavs that allied themselves with the apostate Ivan Helianthus and Skal'daja, and abandoners who had willingly left the Compact to create their own kingdom with loyalties to Alaric the Third.
I hold no sympathy for Shavs as a whole. But I do hold with the tenets of the Faith. Let it not be said that I have spurned the Sentinel or Gild or Lagoma, Gloria or Limerance, in my encounters. Though, I do wonder how many people have benefitted from trade with Cardia, Eurus, or Jadairal while yet imagining me to be some force of the Abyss for suggesting we might find support in our own regions.
My duty as a noble is to ensure that my people are well, to see the threats against them and ensure the tools are in place to stop those threats. Never have I permitted a threat from Shav'Arvani to flourish. When the Velniavis of Oksehode dared to steal sheep from Eswynd Rock? I was there with my people as we dismantled their three settlements. Their children have been taken in by Eswynders and our vassals, to be raised as followers of the Pantheon and protectors of Arvum. In the face of heretical adherents to a twisted version of the Sentinel's ideals, I also stood among the victorious in crushing the Shav clan Vodyanoy. My firsthand knowledge of their settlement from having been held captive by them proved invaluable in their destruction. I have faced Shavs that allied themselves with the apostate Ivan Helianthus and Skal'daja, and abandoners who had willingly left the Compact to create their own kingdom with loyalties to Alaric the Third.
I hold no sympathy for Shavs as a whole. But I do hold with the tenets of the Faith. Let it not be said that I have spurned the Sentinel or Gild or Lagoma, Gloria or Limerance, in my encounters. Though, I do wonder how many people have benefitted from trade with Cardia, Eurus, or Jadairal while yet imagining me to be some force of the Abyss for suggesting we might find support in our own regions.
Written By Mattheu
Feb. 26, 2022, 11:46 a.m.(3/8/1017 AR)
There's something special in seeing another's eyes light up when they are having fun. That little glimmer of a shine, the moment when they are no longer screaming, frothing, raging about whatever it was that had them upset prior.
A sudden flicker of a candle, as if the sparklegas lamps have turned on. That first spark of a glow when it is realized they no longer need, no longer must seek out what it is which had them upset. To readjust and see. Not just open their eyes and see, there's something new in front of them.
But truly, to blink and readjust to the new lighting. To open their eyes as if its the first time they are using them. To reach out and grab to the beauty in front of them.
This is my why.
what is yours?
A sudden flicker of a candle, as if the sparklegas lamps have turned on. That first spark of a glow when it is realized they no longer need, no longer must seek out what it is which had them upset. To readjust and see. Not just open their eyes and see, there's something new in front of them.
But truly, to blink and readjust to the new lighting. To open their eyes as if its the first time they are using them. To reach out and grab to the beauty in front of them.
This is my why.
what is yours?
Written By Silvio
Feb. 26, 2022, 6:16 a.m.(3/8/1017 AR)
Well, I am returned from my gallivant and not a moment too soon, I think. (Perhaps a moment too late, alas! But we shall have more of that lament anon, perhaps in a black journal.)
Can it really have been a year?! I cannot believe it. How astonishing. The places I went and things I saw and new friends I made and wonderful experiences ... well, these are tales that are best held close in memory and in a less public forum than this journal... but, oh, it was wonderful. I hadn't meant to be away a year, but when one remains open to the beauty and wonder and wickedness of the world, one thing just seems to happen after another, and then another, and then...
And then: a year.
Well, yesterday evening, I decided to pay a visit to dear Count Artorius, and wore the most wonderfully impractical outfit in the most abominable weather. I was quite a vision of loveliness, clad in seasilk, graced with frost.
I made the acquaintance of Lady Desma, who was a perfectly lovely host, and I had the opportunity to see Lord Cadern who just by happenstance was coming to visit (or was it...?), who I am pleased to see remains one of the most charming carousers I have the pleasure of being acquainted with.
(It is a gift to have friends who meet your measure in such matters, I find. I do not hold with those whose strict interpretation of the Faith would see such as I condemned to the Abyss for the way I dance between raindrops. I was made as I am to experience life as I do, and if it were not perfectly within their plan, pleasure would not be so lovely - but I may be wrong, it is just possible and if so, why, what a pleasure it would be to have such fine friends to keep company with in the realm of eternal torments.)
Evidently, Count Artorius was not at home at the time, which was something of a shame, but a small matter. I imagine our paths shall cross again sometime soon, if only by happenstance. It cannot be avoided, one supposes, can it?
Can it really have been a year?! I cannot believe it. How astonishing. The places I went and things I saw and new friends I made and wonderful experiences ... well, these are tales that are best held close in memory and in a less public forum than this journal... but, oh, it was wonderful. I hadn't meant to be away a year, but when one remains open to the beauty and wonder and wickedness of the world, one thing just seems to happen after another, and then another, and then...
And then: a year.
Well, yesterday evening, I decided to pay a visit to dear Count Artorius, and wore the most wonderfully impractical outfit in the most abominable weather. I was quite a vision of loveliness, clad in seasilk, graced with frost.
I made the acquaintance of Lady Desma, who was a perfectly lovely host, and I had the opportunity to see Lord Cadern who just by happenstance was coming to visit (or was it...?), who I am pleased to see remains one of the most charming carousers I have the pleasure of being acquainted with.
(It is a gift to have friends who meet your measure in such matters, I find. I do not hold with those whose strict interpretation of the Faith would see such as I condemned to the Abyss for the way I dance between raindrops. I was made as I am to experience life as I do, and if it were not perfectly within their plan, pleasure would not be so lovely - but I may be wrong, it is just possible and if so, why, what a pleasure it would be to have such fine friends to keep company with in the realm of eternal torments.)
Evidently, Count Artorius was not at home at the time, which was something of a shame, but a small matter. I imagine our paths shall cross again sometime soon, if only by happenstance. It cannot be avoided, one supposes, can it?
Written By Sunaia
Feb. 25, 2022, 11:25 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)
I'm back.
I know I've said that a lot. Maybe I'll say something unexpected instead.
Like: I'm a new me.
No, he would think I've really lost it this time. No one panic. I've only returned from Nilanza.
Great. Now, I have such a craving for fried whitebait.
He never reads the whites anyway.
I know I've said that a lot. Maybe I'll say something unexpected instead.
Like: I'm a new me.
No, he would think I've really lost it this time. No one panic. I've only returned from Nilanza.
Great. Now, I have such a craving for fried whitebait.
He never reads the whites anyway.
Written By Kiera
Feb. 25, 2022, 10:57 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)
I have had one of those moments which remind me both how life can change in the blink of an eye and how easily one can come to take things for granted. Each time one of these moments I resolve to live life with no regrets and greater appreciation for the gifts that surround me. and yet on the next occasion have regrets nontheless. still the effort is worth it and life continues. When the wind changes direction, one must be prepared to stand.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 25, 2022, 9:50 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)
Give them pillows, they said.
They will not hurt themselves this way, they said.
They will not hurt themselves this way, they said.
Written By Haakon
Feb. 25, 2022, 7:10 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)
Folk lay down rules down around a question to be certain it's always answered. Yet it seems the more rules set down, the muddier the answer grows. Three folk hear the same rules and each comes away with a different answer, which inevitably just happens to most favor them.
And we call it civilization.
And we call it civilization.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 25, 2022, 5:43 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)
I am wondering if.
Written By Caspian
Feb. 25, 2022, 10:03 a.m.(3/6/1017 AR)
How quickly we forget, and how slow we move on. Seems many are quick to ignore the lessons we learned not long ago, and the victories achieved. And many more are slow to let go of past grudges, of small slights that bother us still. We should all be slow to forget what history teaches, and quick to let go of past slights. Our turn on the wheel is to short to not learn all we can, and to short to burden with grudges.
Written By Vesper
Feb. 24, 2022, 6:25 p.m.(3/5/1017 AR)
I’ve just spent several months on the open road. While I love it when I get to travel, I’d be lying if I said I hated to return home to a warm bed. As a bonus? This bed doesn't require you to pick burrs from scouting out of your hair every morning. Or your brothers and sisters in arms to have to spot any that you neglected to find before joining them for breakfast. Really. This is the true spirit of camaraderie.
The city has changed since I left. I’ve missed a lot, and I'll need to catch up fast.
The city has changed since I left. I’ve missed a lot, and I'll need to catch up fast.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 24, 2022, 7:56 a.m.(3/4/1017 AR)
I have learned so much through research over the years. Many tidbits of knowledge have come my way and continue to do so. So many that if I reread them all at once it's overwhelming.
And yet there are some things we cannot find out with research. This was brought very poignantly home when some research that my brother Ryhalt and I tried simply failed to provide any assistance at all. That's okay - I suppose I should not expect that research will solve everything. And yet I find myself wishing I were a child who might stomp a foot and glare at the pages of the book that turns out to have a cooking recipe instead of anything useful on gardening.
But that reminds me, I should give the recipe to our cook and see if it's at least a good recipe.
And yet there are some things we cannot find out with research. This was brought very poignantly home when some research that my brother Ryhalt and I tried simply failed to provide any assistance at all. That's okay - I suppose I should not expect that research will solve everything. And yet I find myself wishing I were a child who might stomp a foot and glare at the pages of the book that turns out to have a cooking recipe instead of anything useful on gardening.
But that reminds me, I should give the recipe to our cook and see if it's at least a good recipe.
Written By Akamos
Feb. 23, 2022, 6:51 p.m.(3/3/1017 AR)
Ever since I saw knights fighting back home, when I learned about what they were I wanted to be one. I'm a house sword but I've never been knighted, so it's a little different for me. Fortunately, I know a knight or two. Terese is helping me learn how to act more like a knight, after she learned that I can already fight like one. She said I just need to work on my presentation. As long as it doesn't interfere with my oaths to my house, it seems like the right thing.
Written By Orland
Feb. 23, 2022, 4:08 p.m.(3/2/1017 AR)
** There looks like there's a beginning of a journal entry, but then there's dramatic scribbles and violent marks left on the page. All that's left of the journal entry is the scraps are the start and a bit of the end...**
Thoughts of ... self reflection .. of having three different names...
I spent a night looked back at where my life started ...
*here the words are starting to get covered by the ink smears and harsh marks. Some words are visible under the ink.*
... I remember being called.... little pansy...
..I fought back...
*Further violent indications suggest the writing was interrupted and the journal page meant to be ruined in whole, but some puzzle pieces remain.*
...I.. cannot ... save...
I will find a way...
Thoughts of ... self reflection .. of having three different names...
I spent a night looked back at where my life started ...
*here the words are starting to get covered by the ink smears and harsh marks. Some words are visible under the ink.*
... I remember being called.... little pansy...
..I fought back...
*Further violent indications suggest the writing was interrupted and the journal page meant to be ruined in whole, but some puzzle pieces remain.*
...I.. cannot ... save...
I will find a way...
Written By Savio
Feb. 23, 2022, 12:46 a.m.(3/1/1017 AR)
Popular Opinion
We love a bit of gossip
Doesn't matter if it's true
We're not gonna fact check this
We heard some shit about you
Who cares what you really did?
We'll see it misconstrued
Sure, try to set the record straight
We've decided how you're viewed
We got all this mud around us
And it's ready to throw
"You are so much better than this"
But really... are we, though?
We love a bit of gossip
Doesn't matter if it's true
We're not gonna fact check this
We heard some shit about you
Who cares what you really did?
We'll see it misconstrued
Sure, try to set the record straight
We've decided how you're viewed
We got all this mud around us
And it's ready to throw
"You are so much better than this"
But really... are we, though?
Written By Mattheu
Feb. 22, 2022, 11:38 p.m.(3/1/1017 AR)
Note to self. When stripping down for a brawl be sure that Violeta doesn't have some crazy idea to dash off with the collected pieces leading me to chase half dressed through a snow bank and into a shop.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 22, 2022, 7:07 p.m.(3/1/1017 AR)
Costume? Secured. Escort? Undecided. Maybe someone that would look good in green. Or yellow.
Written By Wylla
Feb. 22, 2022, 7:03 p.m.(3/1/1017 AR)
Dreams of chains, bending and unbending, shattered and mending.
Memories of a hammer, strong fingers wrapping around my own so I don't drop it (again).
I need to paint.
Memories of a hammer, strong fingers wrapping around my own so I don't drop it (again).
I need to paint.
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