Written By Edain
Nov. 24, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I have always believed that the Pantheon is greater than the sum of it's parts, and the greatest strength of the divine is how they work together to make something greater than any single one of them alone. I think Lady Aislin's thought has merit, and it's very possible that the Queen of Endings has sent certain souls back to us at the request of her divine brothers and sisters.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 24, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
I'm pretty sure that's Death's call.
Written By Aiden
Nov. 24, 2017, 1:54 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
I'm on the mend. I feel better. I look forward to reconnecting with family and friends. I also hear my brother is back in Arx, high time to say hello I think! The family dinner will at least allow me to do that.
Written By Aislin
Nov. 24, 2017, 1:34 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
I keep hearing of more and more people in the city rediscovering their past lives. It seems like every week or two, there's a new one. People trying to find old memories by meditating in the Hall of Heroes, reconnecting with those who were important to them in past lives, or even just digging through history in hopes that some forgotten fact trips a half-remembered moment.
I can't imagine it's common for this many people to be reborn all at once, throughout history. Which makes me wonder, how long have things been coming to a boil, that someone -- whether Aion himself or someone else -- thought it was necessary to have so many notable souls reborn in that stretch twenty to thirty years ago? It's the least of my concerns, really, given everything else going on. But it's still an item of curiosity, and if things ever do quiet down I plan to look into a pet theory of mine about the entire business.
"If things ever do quiet down" seems a very long way off, however.
I can't imagine it's common for this many people to be reborn all at once, throughout history. Which makes me wonder, how long have things been coming to a boil, that someone -- whether Aion himself or someone else -- thought it was necessary to have so many notable souls reborn in that stretch twenty to thirty years ago? It's the least of my concerns, really, given everything else going on. But it's still an item of curiosity, and if things ever do quiet down I plan to look into a pet theory of mine about the entire business.
"If things ever do quiet down" seems a very long way off, however.
Written By Armand
Nov. 24, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(8/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caprice
Expertise in clothing but also the written word!
Well done! Jayus truly inspires.
Well done! Jayus truly inspires.
Written By Caprice
Nov. 24, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(8/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Yes, of course. Jayus cares to find art and care for all of artwork. No matter how small.
Written By Ainsley
Nov. 24, 2017, 2:48 a.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
*The first part of this journal is done in painstakingly neat script.*
I cast my love upon his pyre.
Turned my heart to frozen stone.
But I stood beside her.
She burns, and made this fire shone.
To darkness I did aspire,
Tried to lock my heart away.
But I came to see her.
She burns, and made this fire play.
I doused my flames in sorrow.
But she burns, she burns higher.
So I walk into tomorrow.
I rekindled my fire.
------------------------------------------------
*Two double lines have been placed underneath the poem, and the handwriting is not as neat in the rest of this entry.*
- The sound of the river rushing under the Sovereign Bridge, so far below.
- That first crisply chill morning in autumn, before the leaves start changing colors.
- The bite of winter thawed out by a hearth.
- Running Iron Guard recruits through drills, the astonished faces when they push farther than they thought they could.
- Cleaning my blades and maintaining their sharpness.
- Battle: Friendly sparring or righteous combat.
- Old friends and new alike.
- Old pains and new joys.
- The shriek of a toddler who does not want to take a bath.
- The laughter of a toddler who has beaten me with his wooden training sword.
- The look of pride on my mother's face when I do *almost anything*, surely, she'd make me feel proud just by carrying a bucket of water to her.
- The look of pride on my father's face when I told I killed Brand.
- The ache after a hard day of real, tiring labor-- for the iron guard, or volunteering to help rebuild something.
- Caring for my vassals; noble and common alike.
- My duties as a Voice of Grayson to my fealty.
- My duties as Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard to Arx.
- My duties to the world as Paladin of the Sword.
I cast my love upon his pyre.
Turned my heart to frozen stone.
But I stood beside her.
She burns, and made this fire shone.
To darkness I did aspire,
Tried to lock my heart away.
But I came to see her.
She burns, and made this fire play.
I doused my flames in sorrow.
But she burns, she burns higher.
So I walk into tomorrow.
I rekindled my fire.
------------------------------------------------
*Two double lines have been placed underneath the poem, and the handwriting is not as neat in the rest of this entry.*
- The sound of the river rushing under the Sovereign Bridge, so far below.
- That first crisply chill morning in autumn, before the leaves start changing colors.
- The bite of winter thawed out by a hearth.
- Running Iron Guard recruits through drills, the astonished faces when they push farther than they thought they could.
- Cleaning my blades and maintaining their sharpness.
- Battle: Friendly sparring or righteous combat.
- Old friends and new alike.
- Old pains and new joys.
- The shriek of a toddler who does not want to take a bath.
- The laughter of a toddler who has beaten me with his wooden training sword.
- The look of pride on my mother's face when I do *almost anything*, surely, she'd make me feel proud just by carrying a bucket of water to her.
- The look of pride on my father's face when I told I killed Brand.
- The ache after a hard day of real, tiring labor-- for the iron guard, or volunteering to help rebuild something.
- Caring for my vassals; noble and common alike.
- My duties as a Voice of Grayson to my fealty.
- My duties as Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard to Arx.
- My duties to the world as Paladin of the Sword.
Written By Audric
Nov. 24, 2017, 1:05 a.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caprice
Does Jayus dictate how a pair of really good pants cradles and emphasizes my bits, and keeps them properly padded and not stuck to my thigh? Because if so, maybe I'll reconsider my lack of devotion.
Written By Caprice
Nov. 24, 2017, 12:50 a.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
It has come up time and again.
Tailoring (or any artistic expression) is NOT just for profit. It is not just to be mass produced and out there. It's artwork. It is from the inspiration and breath of Jayus. Some of us have never felt the hand of the Gods as we do when we design and create something. I have clothing as my area of study and care. I pray every time that I thread my needle or weave my silk. I give a little bit of my being to that person that receives it with hopes it pleases them. I hope they see the work that went into it. I feel Jayus respond to me. I feel connected to my God when I create.
Tailoring (or any artistic expression) is NOT just for profit. It is not just to be mass produced and out there. It's artwork. It is from the inspiration and breath of Jayus. Some of us have never felt the hand of the Gods as we do when we design and create something. I have clothing as my area of study and care. I pray every time that I thread my needle or weave my silk. I give a little bit of my being to that person that receives it with hopes it pleases them. I hope they see the work that went into it. I feel Jayus respond to me. I feel connected to my God when I create.
Written By Victus
Nov. 23, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Yeah, you heard the high lady. That question is not appropriate for me to answer.
Besides, my wife is pretty as fuck anyhow. You can be in your own league of Salt Ladies, where sailors can sing some good ol' fucking shanties about heated nights. Then once they've had their teeth knocked in, they can sing something else.
Besides, my wife is pretty as fuck anyhow. You can be in your own league of Salt Ladies, where sailors can sing some good ol' fucking shanties about heated nights. Then once they've had their teeth knocked in, they can sing something else.
Written By Lark
Nov. 23, 2017, 10:44 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
I did not think it should need to be stated, but please do not beg for a comparison to a princess of Grayson in journals to the city. Any answer to such a question is not appropriate to this medium.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 23, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
Verily, even maps can sin.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 23, 2017, 7:05 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
A passage from the Proverbs of the Theologia Tehomatica: What good does it do to run as quickly as you can when you're moving down the wrong road? Not all paths lead to the same destination, take time to think before you act.
Written By Edain
Nov. 23, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
It's a trap!
Written By Neve
Nov. 23, 2017, 5:25 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
I have been through horrible hardships in my life, yet my life has also been filled with wonder and wonderful moments. I must say that though I never got to know my birth parents per se, I haven’t had a bad life because of it. I am thinking of this because after speaking with Lord Darrow, I know there are many refugees that are suffering. I don’t know of many things in the world. I have been closed off, but finding now the destruction wrought by Abyssal forces, I find myself needing to assist. I have agreed to take in 40 refugee families into Greenwood. Good people, who are willing to work. We have a home, and we can teach them a trade. I think we need to welcome in those that need us most. I have also pledged my own coin to assist with the navy rebuilding project and assistance with the refugees, and encourage anyone else who can spare it to do so as well. I have also connected Lord Darrow with Marquis Marius to broker a fair deal for timber. I was fortunate enough that my worst misfortune came at a time where I was too young to understand. I feel compelled to help those whom are experiencing such pain now in a very real, conscious way. Even though there is great pain now, I know as someone whom has been through pain before that life can have meaning – even if you seem lost or listless for a time. I hope that we can provide them a better life for the immediate future. I also hope I do not offend them. I am not good at speaking, and I speak with the grace of a woman with a potato stuck in her mouth. A large potato – very starchy. And uncooked. Like a large, starchy, uncooked potato in her mouth. I may have someone else do the actual welcoming.
Written By Alarissa
Nov. 23, 2017, 4:22 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Am I as enchanting as the Princess Tikva?
Written By Katarina
Nov. 23, 2017, 1:49 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Torstein
I finally made the acquaintance of Master Torstein. He is Sameera's new husband, and quite ... something else. I don't know how I feel about him yet, but he seems pleasant enough. But the moment he upsets or hurts her, I'll beat him to a pulp.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 23, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Oh, my! Music, wine, ventilated dresses, mischief plotting, weddings, moon-lit events, such a variety of topics amid a variety of people! The King has gotten to know me well enough to tease me, what fun! (I wonder if Estaban is considering eloping or something private yet.)
Written By Lucita
Nov. 23, 2017, 12:38 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
Agnarr turned out to be a surprise, a pleasant one. At near seven feet tall and a huge size, a reputation as a fierce fighter, he can be rather intimidating, yet he showed dry humor (at least it sounded enough like humor that I smiled) and gently took the time to show me how to use a small weapon to block a blow with less risk of getting my hand lopped off. I could tell he was holding back, which was appreciated, since as the instruction progressed with speed and strength, any harder a blow would have left me sprawled in the dirt at his feet.
Written By Ailith
Nov. 23, 2017, 8:39 a.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Holy Services Sermon
Day 20 of Month 8 in 1007 AR
Palace Chapel
Gratitude.
Real gratitude isn't just a feeling you feel when something good happens to you or someone does something nice. Real gratitude is a response or an action that demonstrates just how thankful you really are.
In your life, one time or another, you may have been told to give thanks to the Gods and be grateful for all the many benefits and blessings they bestow. Truthfully, we aren't just asked to feel grateful, we are asked to be grateful. Not just feel it, but show it.
My childhood as many know had its fair share of hardships. This one time, mother had just given birth and couldn't tend to her tasks and father was handling planting season. The lost wages meant we had stone soup for many nights that week. Fed up, I gathered my able-bodied siblings, leaving one behind to watch all the littles, and we headed out to the Baron's stables. We spent the entire day mucking those stables out and were rewarded with coin. We used that small bit of coin to buy some bread.
My, was that honey loaf the most delicious thing I ever had to date in my life. The warmth in our bellies and the smiles on my family's faces was all I could ever want. I was so grateful for these blessings -- my siblings for working, the Baron for giving us a job when he had a stable hand and saw that we were paid, the merchant who looked at our meager offering and gave us the biggest loaf of the bunch, yes, I knew he took pity and accepted less than that bread's worth, and for the baker who created this fantastic loaf of bread. Amusing side note, I only recently discovered who the baker was -- Mistress Symanthe Morgan, mother to Blessed Aleksei.
Part of me showing my gratitude as I only mentioned how I felt grateful, I ask that everyone join me in this small experiment and write a "gratitude letter."
Think of somebody who impacted your life for good, somebody without whom you'd be a different person. Take your time and write them a letter telling them why you are grateful to the Gods for them. It needn't be an epic novel. Even the shortest of letters if the substantial meaning is expressed can make a difference.
Afterwards, see if the person wants to meet face to face. Don't tell them why. When you get there, pull out your letter and read it to them word for word slowly and look them right in the eye. Tell them, "This is why I'm grateful to the Gods for you."
But before you do this, I have a couple of clarifying rules: You can't do this to someone who could benefit you financially. You should have no mixed motives with this. It cannot be someone you are hoping to date who does not want to date you. That just wouldn't be wise. It's best if you can choose to give it to somebody that will be surprised by it.
This is an experience you will never forget, a huge gift that you may cherish as long as you live.
Day 20 of Month 8 in 1007 AR
Palace Chapel
Gratitude.
Real gratitude isn't just a feeling you feel when something good happens to you or someone does something nice. Real gratitude is a response or an action that demonstrates just how thankful you really are.
In your life, one time or another, you may have been told to give thanks to the Gods and be grateful for all the many benefits and blessings they bestow. Truthfully, we aren't just asked to feel grateful, we are asked to be grateful. Not just feel it, but show it.
My childhood as many know had its fair share of hardships. This one time, mother had just given birth and couldn't tend to her tasks and father was handling planting season. The lost wages meant we had stone soup for many nights that week. Fed up, I gathered my able-bodied siblings, leaving one behind to watch all the littles, and we headed out to the Baron's stables. We spent the entire day mucking those stables out and were rewarded with coin. We used that small bit of coin to buy some bread.
My, was that honey loaf the most delicious thing I ever had to date in my life. The warmth in our bellies and the smiles on my family's faces was all I could ever want. I was so grateful for these blessings -- my siblings for working, the Baron for giving us a job when he had a stable hand and saw that we were paid, the merchant who looked at our meager offering and gave us the biggest loaf of the bunch, yes, I knew he took pity and accepted less than that bread's worth, and for the baker who created this fantastic loaf of bread. Amusing side note, I only recently discovered who the baker was -- Mistress Symanthe Morgan, mother to Blessed Aleksei.
Part of me showing my gratitude as I only mentioned how I felt grateful, I ask that everyone join me in this small experiment and write a "gratitude letter."
Think of somebody who impacted your life for good, somebody without whom you'd be a different person. Take your time and write them a letter telling them why you are grateful to the Gods for them. It needn't be an epic novel. Even the shortest of letters if the substantial meaning is expressed can make a difference.
Afterwards, see if the person wants to meet face to face. Don't tell them why. When you get there, pull out your letter and read it to them word for word slowly and look them right in the eye. Tell them, "This is why I'm grateful to the Gods for you."
But before you do this, I have a couple of clarifying rules: You can't do this to someone who could benefit you financially. You should have no mixed motives with this. It cannot be someone you are hoping to date who does not want to date you. That just wouldn't be wise. It's best if you can choose to give it to somebody that will be surprised by it.
This is an experience you will never forget, a huge gift that you may cherish as long as you live.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.