Written By Brady
Jan. 28, 2022, 7:18 a.m.(1/6/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Mortimer
Old man, did I mention you're really f'n old? Anyway. Old man, you find the best things. None of that silky noble high-end exclusive stuff. Naw, you find the things people with little taste throw-out. Perfect, thanks!
Written By Brady
Jan. 28, 2022, 6:57 a.m.(1/6/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Cufre
I didn't think I needed a Culler jeweller, but here we are. You took a project I vaguely imagined and turned it into something. Thanks for that! I know, I know, you're not one of those fancy jewellers like from the center of town but hey, you're fancy in my books!
Written By Brady
Jan. 28, 2022, 6:55 a.m.(1/6/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Yvette
Had drinks with you the other-day. First time I gave someone advice on how to not do something, but maybe it'll be helpful. Maybe not. I worry the transition from hunting forest creatures to the bustle of Arx will be a difficult one. But you'll do great. And if you don't, well let me tell you, I have the perfect product to sell you to make those bumps easier.
Written By Macario
Jan. 28, 2022, 6:32 a.m.(1/6/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
The Archduke Consort offered me some advice, none of it is particularly repeatable. However, one shouldn't avoid going to him for relationship advice if one has the time. Sure, he's busy be married to our Archduchess and his many hobbies but let it not be said that he won't take the time to talk to you at a bar. About very personal things. In great detail. Legal disclaimer: Your results my a vary. This is not legal advice. Prince Noah may respond differently.
Written By Macario
Jan. 28, 2022, 5:56 a.m.(1/6/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
How long as it been now? I've lost track of the months, but not the seasons. From summer, to autumn, and now winter. From sunshine and dips in hidden-away pools to autumn walks, to now wintery stays by the fireplace. Our past is linked with bloodshed on opposing sides of the same war, a fascinating twist we learned early on, and now we laugh at those demons that sometimes still call for us in the night. How fitting.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 28, 2022, 2:42 a.m.(1/5/1017 AR)
It seems as if the city this week insisted on bringing upon me a range of emotion. The primary is loss.
Loss of leaders, loss of friends, loss of talent. If you stop to think about it, there is also loss of direction, loss of sense of self.
Maybe its not a range of emotions. Maybe its just loss.
Loss of leaders, loss of friends, loss of talent. If you stop to think about it, there is also loss of direction, loss of sense of self.
Maybe its not a range of emotions. Maybe its just loss.
Written By Viviana
Jan. 27, 2022, 10:46 p.m.(1/5/1017 AR)
Ever read -- oh, you know, something -- and secretly hope they're referring to you? No? Well, why not?!
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 27, 2022, 2:55 p.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
Scholar.
Have you ever found yourself looking to the sky and smiling to such an extent that the falling bits of cold simply melt as they touch the warmth from your face? No amount of cold could possibly find a way to cut through the warmth you feel?
Have you ever found yourself looking to the sky and smiling to such an extent that the falling bits of cold simply melt as they touch the warmth from your face? No amount of cold could possibly find a way to cut through the warmth you feel?
Written By Savio
Jan. 27, 2022, 1:10 p.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
Good Advice, a Story for Children
I might be a field-mouse, and you might be a frog
But I am here to tell you exactly how to do your job
I know the things that frogs should do, I've seen it all before
Although I had to squint a bit, being distant on the shore
Sure you live in water, and I like a dry and hollow log
But I know what I'm talking about, my best friends are frogs
You need to hop and plop just so, and make a certain splash
No, I can't demonstrate, why would you even ask?
I know how all frogs should be, and some are true disasters
I can't swim at all it's true, but I don't see how that matters
So if you want to be a good frog of upstanding froggy house
Take a hint and consult me; you've got to ask a mouse.
I might be a field-mouse, and you might be a frog
But I am here to tell you exactly how to do your job
I know the things that frogs should do, I've seen it all before
Although I had to squint a bit, being distant on the shore
Sure you live in water, and I like a dry and hollow log
But I know what I'm talking about, my best friends are frogs
You need to hop and plop just so, and make a certain splash
No, I can't demonstrate, why would you even ask?
I know how all frogs should be, and some are true disasters
I can't swim at all it's true, but I don't see how that matters
So if you want to be a good frog of upstanding froggy house
Take a hint and consult me; you've got to ask a mouse.
Written By Fidel
Jan. 27, 2022, 12:48 p.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Icelyn
I'm so pleased to have our cousin back in Arx. And just in time to go on an adventure!
Written By Mailys
Jan. 27, 2022, 12:28 p.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
The Dockyard serves Vile Sausage
Too early, too late.
Too eager, too bored.
Entrails on a plate.
Double for his lord.
Too early, too late.
Too eager, too bored.
Entrails on a plate.
Double for his lord.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 27, 2022, 5:29 a.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
I found the perfect partner.
At first I was not sure of what I was looking for, or even looking at. At times I doubted myself and prayed for clarity regardless of cost. When pushed past the brink I met those new thresholds with sacrifice and single-minded determination. From the corpse of challenges conquered I produced, or found, this fascinating and unexpected treasure and it is now mine.
Mine to call my own.
Mine to admire and tend to.
Mine to shape into something beautiful.
At first I was not sure of what I was looking for, or even looking at. At times I doubted myself and prayed for clarity regardless of cost. When pushed past the brink I met those new thresholds with sacrifice and single-minded determination. From the corpse of challenges conquered I produced, or found, this fascinating and unexpected treasure and it is now mine.
Mine to call my own.
Mine to admire and tend to.
Mine to shape into something beautiful.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 27, 2022, 5:14 a.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
The crimson-drenched seas of Setarco remind us that all happiness is fleeting and that only beauty is eternal.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 27, 2022, 5:05 a.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
When a noble is born they are blessed with the privilege of duty, a life-long commitment to serving their people. They must toil endlessly to build upon what countless generations before left behind, a life of eternal competition with legends of the past to who they are ceaselessly compared.
This begins the day they are born and lasts until the day they perish.
Succeed in giving their all for their name and people and they are allowed to join those same looming, larger than life generations in the annals of history as a noble who did their duty. Good job, and nothing more.
Failure means the soiling of hundreds of years of diligent work and the destruction of dozens of legacies built by their betters. It means to be remembered forever not for their qualities but as a cautionary tale.
The demanding life of a noble is not something I wish upon any commoner but like many before me I find myself unable to respect those who do not measure to the standard set by their predecessors.
It is betrayal of the most vile kind, to not live up to the demands of one's own name, that much is clear even to a commoner like me, but thankfully history is unforgiving.
This begins the day they are born and lasts until the day they perish.
Succeed in giving their all for their name and people and they are allowed to join those same looming, larger than life generations in the annals of history as a noble who did their duty. Good job, and nothing more.
Failure means the soiling of hundreds of years of diligent work and the destruction of dozens of legacies built by their betters. It means to be remembered forever not for their qualities but as a cautionary tale.
The demanding life of a noble is not something I wish upon any commoner but like many before me I find myself unable to respect those who do not measure to the standard set by their predecessors.
It is betrayal of the most vile kind, to not live up to the demands of one's own name, that much is clear even to a commoner like me, but thankfully history is unforgiving.
Written By Viviana
Jan. 27, 2022, 4:15 a.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
When the time arrives to meet that most gracious Queen in death, and it's my time to return to the Wheel --
Reference those memories with honesty. Not sentiment.
Reference those memories with honesty. Not sentiment.
Written By Viviana
Jan. 27, 2022, 12:55 a.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
The hangover's the worst.
Written By Victus
Jan. 27, 2022, 12:34 a.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
I feel as though saying I don't like spiders is some controversial stance to take. I'm not sure when we decided that hairy, eight legged, dozen eyed, fangs and venom bugs were 'neat' -- but I'm not about that.
Don't like spiders. This is me, scars and all.
Don't like spiders. This is me, scars and all.
Written By Monique
Jan. 26, 2022, 11:57 p.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
Family and friends are hidden treasures, seek them and enjoy their riches.
Written By Maharet
Jan. 26, 2022, 11:47 p.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
I have, perhaps, grown up so lovingly spoiled amongst House Proscipi that sometimes I forget disappointment and humiliation. But I know the feeling once more and I can say with great certainty; it is a painful hurt to the pit of my stomach. I shall put on the jewels and silks and continue with my beloved duties as I must and should, but if my smile is a shade more dim, or my steps less light, it is the fault of no one but myself and my own naivete.
Written By Esme
Jan. 26, 2022, 9:40 p.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
It is always hard when someone comes to me and asks what the definition of love is. Love is so unique to the people that feel it, that one cannot attempt to define the concept in its entirety. It's stronger than anything and yet is so delicate to break. It can change people and yet at the same time make them unmovable from where they stand. It's sought, it's found, and I never believe it truly lost. I think a lost love, is just a love of alteration. It is a change on the wind like summer to autumn.
I muse on the idea and thought of love because of the passing of Niklas.
Once upon a time, I was new to the city and lost among all the beautiful people. I tried to find my way and find the people that would touch my heart and hopefully I would touch theirs. In that, I met Niklas and Sabella. For in that time, if you met one, you met both. Sabella was instant energy to meet mine. We use to playfully compose the best introductions to try and outdo the other, but not in jealousy but in the shared joy of love and praise. We would greet with squeals and hugs, holding hands, whispering of how we might cast a brighter light. For that, there was no question of our friendship.
Then there was Niklas.
At first, I was certain I was a headache. This did not hurt my feelings, as if happens. Then I thought I was Sabella's friend and he put up with me. However, into late night talks and walks (really I skipped), I came to realize we were actually friends on our own. We played pranks and talked about life. We gathered in booths and spoke of life and change. We talked about the life we thought we would have and the twists in life that brought us to where we were. We spoke of duty, love, honor, and all the things my zealot heart longed for. He accepted hugs and brightened when he saw me. He cared little when the pranks soon became directed at him. He welcomed me to his family (both Grayson and Kennex), letting me know that his table always had an open seat with my name. He talked about his plays with such passion, that even I wanted to see every word come alive. He was unapologetic in who he was.
I am not a woman that is prone to sad emotions. It is the heart that Limerance blessed me with that I just do not stay away from joy for long. I admit that a pang was felt in my heart when I heard the news. A pain for Sabella. A pain for those that he touched that feel adrift in a different way without him. However, I shall not feel sad in his returning to the wheel. I will just celebrate the life that he led and the way he touched mine. The joy left in the wake of tears - that is perhaps the meaning of love.
I muse on the idea and thought of love because of the passing of Niklas.
Once upon a time, I was new to the city and lost among all the beautiful people. I tried to find my way and find the people that would touch my heart and hopefully I would touch theirs. In that, I met Niklas and Sabella. For in that time, if you met one, you met both. Sabella was instant energy to meet mine. We use to playfully compose the best introductions to try and outdo the other, but not in jealousy but in the shared joy of love and praise. We would greet with squeals and hugs, holding hands, whispering of how we might cast a brighter light. For that, there was no question of our friendship.
Then there was Niklas.
At first, I was certain I was a headache. This did not hurt my feelings, as if happens. Then I thought I was Sabella's friend and he put up with me. However, into late night talks and walks (really I skipped), I came to realize we were actually friends on our own. We played pranks and talked about life. We gathered in booths and spoke of life and change. We talked about the life we thought we would have and the twists in life that brought us to where we were. We spoke of duty, love, honor, and all the things my zealot heart longed for. He accepted hugs and brightened when he saw me. He cared little when the pranks soon became directed at him. He welcomed me to his family (both Grayson and Kennex), letting me know that his table always had an open seat with my name. He talked about his plays with such passion, that even I wanted to see every word come alive. He was unapologetic in who he was.
I am not a woman that is prone to sad emotions. It is the heart that Limerance blessed me with that I just do not stay away from joy for long. I admit that a pang was felt in my heart when I heard the news. A pain for Sabella. A pain for those that he touched that feel adrift in a different way without him. However, I shall not feel sad in his returning to the wheel. I will just celebrate the life that he led and the way he touched mine. The joy left in the wake of tears - that is perhaps the meaning of love.
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